"Will this be something that guides me to keep moving forward quickly?"

Holding the transcript of the top magic swordsman in his hand, Xia Xun had such a question arose in his heart.

"How is that possible? I, Xia Xun, naturally, have to go my own way!"

Xia Xun shook his head and smiled meaningfully, and then slowly condensed his eyes into the magical pages.

A golden light flashed in front of Xia Xun. The mysterious light was like a terrifying demonic light, which shot directly from Xia Xun's eyes into his pupils, and then slowly entered his consciousness.

"Master, what is the Demon Swordsman?" In the dark, Xia Xun seemed to hear a tender voice.

"The Demon Swordsman is the descendant of heroic mages and barbarians. He is the profession with the most hope of defeating the demon gods and preventing the world from being destroyed." The old voice answered the child's questions with his usual voice.

"But, someone told me that my mother was a fallen..."

The child's lost voice made Xia Xun stunned and lost his mind.

"Huh? What's going on?" When Xia Xun came back from his loss of consciousness, he had been forced to withdraw from the sea of ​​consciousness by the inexplicable mysterious power in the transcript. He immediately looked at the paper on his face again. Xia Xun found that the golden light on it had completely disappeared, leaving only a dense small number of words.

Xia Xun, with doubts about the sounds appearing in the sea of ​​consciousness just now, turned his eyes to those words.

Slowly, Xia Xun's expression gradually changed from doubt at the beginning to incredible surprise, and then gradually turned into an incredible astonishment. Then he was suddenly connected with the matter. Finally, he couldn't help but sigh when he saw it.

"I didn't expect that the so-called inheritance would also deceive people..."

Thinking of the heavenly sound that sounded in the dark when he first received the inheritance, and looking at the secrets about the magic swordsman in his hand, Xia Xun suddenly felt that the so-called inheritance, inspiring words were not so reliable.

Why do you say that? It turns out that in Xia Xun's memory of the first magic swordsman, it records the secret of how the magic swordsman was born.

This also starts with the mysterious power obtained by the demon god Diapolo from nothingness and then destroying heaven. At that time, the hell camp began to attack the shelter unscrupulously because it lost the checks and balances of the power of heaven. The powerful humans retreated step by step in the devil's invasion frenzy, not only lost most of the strong city land of human beings, but even in the end, Lu Gaoyin did not defend it.

At this time, everyone already understood that if they didn't think of other ways to find another way to win, humans would have no chance. Given the huge impact of the divine punishment on the war among the two professions split by the mage, someone finally made up his mind to the Fallen One who had few skills but had super powerful skills.

When the power of home is no longer enough to win, humans who will never lack wisdom try to use the power of hell to fight against hell.

So, during the long struggle, they sent a profession with firm will, and fell into the hawks of hell, and gained power from hell. Among them, the profession who fell into the death knight of hell, when he escaped, married the genuine paladin of the human camp, and gave birth to the Templar who could summon the nightmare war horse of the hell. The profession who fell into the dream demon of time and space, married to the assassin, gave birth to the magical dream inferno who killed countless demon sons and demon kings. The Demon Swordsman is no exception. It is also the product of the combination of the fallen and the profession, a holy level, a fallen who controls ice and fire, and a barbarian who specializes in double swords, the product of the combination of the two.

In other words, if these three professions are passed down, there will definitely be the power of hell that has been tamed. This is why these three professions will be extremely powerful against the hell demon in the late stage.

Moreover, Xia Xun also noticed another characteristic of the magic swordsman: "The magic swordsman chosen by the gods has an extremely affinity with the power of hell. When the power of the masterless hell comes to his hands, it will become tamed."

This feature is the conclusion that the Demon Swordsman went deep into the eighteenth level of hell until he died. But for some reason, when he saw this, the scene of Xia Xun pulling out the magical artifact Wanhualiao and slapping Qi Qiqi with the back of his sword.

Maybe he was thinking too much. Xia Xun shook his head and continued to slowly look through the Demon Swordsman's Sacred Book in his hand. Similarly, whenever he flipped a record, some inexplicable pictures would always flash in the sea of ​​consciousness, as an introduction to a record, guiding him to read the entire content.

Xia Xun was really fascinated by the fact that his energy was exhausted and caused him a headache because of excessive consumption, Xia Xun suddenly realized that he had always seen all the secrets of the magic swordsman and the hell world, and forgot to look through the skills that could actually help him realize his skills and create his own combat skills.

"Sure enough, gossip is the most attractive." Xia Xun rubbed his slightly swelling head, looked at the less than eight pages of paper, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"But what are the combat skills and insights?" Xia Xun looked at his hand with some annoyance, and there was a lot of paper still emitting golden light, and he couldn't help but feel troubled. These papers looked like they had words on the surface, but they couldn't see clearly what they were written without looking carefully. However, once he looked carefully, the golden light would guide him into his sea of ​​consciousness, thus consuming his energy.

This is like a vicious circle that cannot be escaped, forcing Xia Xun to search out the combat skills and insights in these records from the vast pages of paper.

"Oh, it's so annoying!" Xia Xun casually pulled out a piece of paper with golden light from the pile of papers, and looked at it carefully helplessly. Today's piece is the limit, and his head may be about to explode.

Huh! The cold wind suddenly rose in Xia Xun's sea of ​​consciousness. In Xia Xun's vision, a magic swordsman in black was standing in front of a large group of corpses, staring at a giant about four meters high with a cold look.

This is the entrance to the Frozen Land of the Cold Land. Roger Camp, which was once a base camp for novice, is now surrounded by enemies and may be subverted by powerful monsters that suddenly appear around at any time.

Under the complete collapse of war, this place has become an isolated island and an isolated city.

But none of this matters. The young swordsman held a sharp sword in his hand and stared at the monster in front of him. The only thing he had to think about now was how to defeat the monster and storm it out of the bloody wasteland.

The wind was still whistling, bringing out the cold frost on the cold land. The air around it also seemed very gloomy and depressing because of the confrontation between people and monsters.

"roar!"

After all, the beast was not as calm and calm as a human. After a moment of stalemate, the black wooden fist, four meters tall, screamed at the sky, and the huge iron arms with intertwined muscles and flesh suddenly clasped together in the air, forming a huge iron hammer that was even more ferocious than the siege hammer, and smashed it hard at the magic swordsman holding a long sword.

The magic energy around it seemed to explode. The dark gold-level projection tree head and wooden fists shocked the air around him, forming an amazing power mixed with the energy shot from all sides, almost making people unable to open their eyes.

The magic swordsman stood there in a daze, and the huge pressure pressed him and his feet into the ground a little inch. However, there was no fear on his face, and only the extremely cold sword intent in his eyes.

Yes! That's right! Xia Xun was sure that what burst out from the demon swordsman's eyes was not a divine light, but a sword intent, a sword intent called nothing can snatch its sharpness.

"Step the sword!"

The heavy hammer made of the tree-headed wooden fist and his arms was close to me. The magic swordsman lightly opened his sword style. In an instant, time seemed to stop.

The moment time froze, the magic swordsman raised his sword fiercely. In an instant, the sword aura and murderous aura in his body instantly condensed on his sword body. The air around him made a chaotic roar, just like the sound of a long sword breaking through the air, mixed together, giving people an extremely shocking feeling.

"Breaking through the air!"

A sharp sound of breaking through the air instantly suppressed the roar of the sword energy that had just been mixed, gathering all the scattered sword energy into a huge white sword energy, and bravely met the tree-headed wooden fist that hit him with a hammer.

"puff!"

The sword energy entered the body without the violent collision as imagined. As soon as the sharp sword energy touched the heavy hammer of the tree head wooden fist, it directly cut open the opponent's arm as strong as gold and iron, and then penetrated through its entire body, blasting a huge blood pit out of its back.

Boom! The body of the tree head wooden fist is like a low-level building block that has been extracted, broken into diamond-shaped flesh-shaped fragments.

From the outside, this sword seemed to have only one huge sword energy, but the essence of the sword energy was a sword net formed by countless sword energy. It was extremely sharp and even cut all the air along the way, bringing out a temporary vacuum wherever it passes.

"The magic swordsman who has reached the peak is powerful. With just one move, he will beat the dark gold monster without any power to fight back." Xia Xun couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the scene in front of him. But immediately, an idea that excited him came to his mind.

"This piece of paper is probably the sword-like shape of this sword!"

Xia Xun was confused and immediately felt a huge piece of cake falling from the sky and smashing on his table.
Chapter completed!