In the spiritual consciousness, you are as carefree as a dream and like a fool.
The sword-drawing gesture was imprinted in the depths of his mind. Every detail and every essence seemed to have been honed thousands of times and was extremely familiar. Especially, the sharp sword intent that erupted in silence was instantaneous.
Take action, explode instantly, and lock the target with mental control, making it impossible for the opponent to avoid it.
Such a sword.
Xiaoyao has heard nothing, heard nothing.
There is a legend among the Chinese folk that Xiao Li's flying knife never fails. Xiaoyao thought to himself, I am afraid that this sword is just like Xiao Li's flying knife, with the same effect but the same approach.
The sound of system prompts rang in my ears.
Xiaoyao no longer has the mind to care about what kind of trouble his actions this time will bring to him in the future. At the moment, he is sitting in a coiled position, meditating on the mystery of the sword-drawing posture.
Drawing sword pose.
A sword inspired by the light and shadow on the Heaven and Earth Monument.
The important thing is: if it doesn't move, it will move, if it moves, it will be as fast as thunder. A ray of blood suddenly blooms from the darkness, and the blood will seal the throat. This is a fast sword, as fierce as the sword of a poisonous snake.
A sword comes out.
Integrate your own essence and all your strength.
From another point of view, this is a sword that risks death and survives. It is a sword that is completely desperate and a sword that will not give up until it achieves its goal. This sword is compared to the "death sword" that betrays the swordsman.
The name must be worthy of its name. Xiaoyao looked indifferent, and kept thinking in his mind, realizing the sword intention contained in the sword drawing posture.
The moves of the sword are the expression, and the intention of the sword is the root.
It has a sword move but no sword intention. It can only be said to be a powerful sword.
Only given the sword intention.
Even an ordinary sword that he picked up from scratch is enough to scare people. Only such a strong person can be named a swordsman, not a master of swordsmanship.
"Everything is empty in front of me, only the sword in my hand remains."
"Sword Intention - Only Sword!"
Xiaoyao suddenly opened his eyes, with a clear smile in his eyes.
He looked at the mural in front of him, and he no longer had the same agile feeling as before. He knew that this was because he had already obtained the Sword Drawing Style from this mural, and therefore lost the qualification to comprehend it again. But... when he
But he couldn't hide his excitement in his heart. He had a strong feeling that this heaven and earth monument was not the only one here.
call out!
A ray of sword light suddenly emerged from Xiaoyao's hand. He looked at the fingertips that kept emitting sword light. The sword intention contained in it made him feel extremely satisfied.
Zheng!
As this ray of sword light flashed in the Feixian Hall, a low sword sound suddenly sounded.
Xiaoyao suddenly turned his head and looked at the central stone platform of Feixian Palace in shock.
He heard clearly.
The sword sound came from the stone platform, it was confirmed without a doubt!
Zheng!
Zheng!
The sword cry became louder and louder, and the sword platform began to shake violently.
At the same time, Xiaoyao's face suddenly changed, and the sea of qi in his body suddenly boiled violently. The terrifying black mist in the mysterious core continued to sweep out and turned into a gloomy ghostly aura, surrounding his entire body. His whole body began to continuously
Trembling and twisted, a dark luster appeared on his face, his eyes protruded, and blood filled the air.
"ah!!!!"
Crazy and severe pain hit, Xiaoyao grabbed his head with both hands and screamed.
Zheng!
Zheng!
The sword platform exploded with a bang, and a broken sword burst out from it with a hiss, rushing directly towards Xiaoyao who was in extreme pain, his whole body shrouded in black mist, and he was constantly struggling.
puff!
The sword looked like the nameless broken sword in Xiaoyao Xuanhe.
original.
This nameless broken sword was imprisoned in this sword platform, and was imprisoned by the energy of the Heaven and Earth Monument. However, as Xiaoyao understood the meaning of the sword and realized the sword drawing method, the energy on the Heaven and Earth Monument was absorbed in an instant, resulting in a short-term
Within a breath of time, the sword platform lost its sealing effect. However, there was a nameless broken sword on Xiaoyao's body. Being pulled by it, another nameless broken sword in the sword platform immediately found its target and sank directly into Xiaoyao's body, even
Rush directly into the mysterious core.
Whizzing!
Two gloomy-looking figures instantly appeared in Feixian Palace.
The moment they saw Xiaoyao's pitiful scream, their faces became even uglier, and Xuerou's face was filled with incomparable worry and guilt.
The old man guarding the tomb looked gloomily and glanced at the sword platform that had broken into countless pieces: "What happened? Why did the sword platform that sealed the nameless broken sword and distract the mind explode inexplicably!!!"
"What's going on?!"
The change that happened in vain made the old man guarding the tomb look furious and extremely ugly.
"Master, what should I do?!"
"The Tai Chi diagram in the ninth junior brother's body, the power of thunder punishment, and the nameless broken sword formed a restrictive force. But now, this second nameless broken sword broke through the seal and entered the junior brother's body. This completely broke the balance!" Xue Rouman
His face was anxious: "Moreover, this disease-nameless broken sword is not the one from back then. The evil energy it contains is extremely strong and is completely incomparable!"
In the scorched light, Xuerou thought that she was the one who asked Xiaoyao to come here. The trace of guilt in her heart suddenly expanded infinitely, and her face was filled with endless regret.
"It's all me, it's all my fault!"
"If I hadn't brought him here, how could he..."
Xuerou's face was so pale that there was no trace of blood in her face. The series of accidents made her feel like she had been severely injured and her body was shaky.
The expression of the old man guarding the tomb changed.
She looked like she was on the verge of going crazy.
"Xuerou!"
"wake up!!!!"
The sound of loud drinking contained a mysterious rhythm that exploded in the depths of Xuerou's soul. The continuous impact caused her to wake up from the endless guilt in an instant. The old man guarding the tomb looked at her with a solemn expression on his face.
He said: "Xuerou, now is not the time to feel guilty. Now that the Nameless Broken Sword has entered his body, if we want to restore his internal balance, we must find another holy object to restrain it. Only in this way can we suppress it.
Live it!"
"ah!!!"
The roar of Xiaoyao kept resounding.
"The most holy thing?"
Xuerou's face changed: "Where can we find the most holy thing now? Apart from the Jiuxiao Sword Sect's most precious treasure, the Jiuxiao Cloud Disk, we only have..."
Speaking of this, she seemed to have thought of something, and her face became extremely ugly.
She slowly reached out and brushed her hand from her neck, and a jade stone with a Tai Chi image tied with a red rope quietly jumped onto her palm.
When she looked at the jade, her expression instantly became extremely complicated.
The old man guarding the tomb sighed softly: "Xuerou, I leave it to you. It's up to you to decide everything. I know that this may wrong you, but... alas, I won't say any more, I'll leave first."
Looking at Xuerou who was suddenly silent with a wry smile, the old man guarding the tomb slowly disappeared while shaking his head and sighing.
…
"Tai Shang Hua Ling Jade"
"Perhaps, this is fate." Xuerou looked at the jade stone with a Tai Chi pattern in his palm and laughed at himself bitterly: "Back then, he gave you to me, but today, another person who has the same fate as you needs to rely on it.
Help."
"A token of love?"
"Xuerou is here, where are you? Have you forgotten everything in the past?"
In a silent sigh, the red rope broke on its own, and the Taishang Hualing Jade turned into a floating shadow. It fell lightly on Xiaoyao, who was forcibly suppressed by Xuerou, but still lost his mind and kept roaring.
"Where are you?……"
In the Feixian Hall, the tender and beautiful figure stood leaning against the wall with blurred eyes. On the ground of the destroyed and fragmented hall, Xiaoyao's clothes were torn apart, blue veins popped out, and he twitched from time to time.
A ray of setting sun rolls up the curtain, filling my heart with longing.
