Ling Xuewei lay on the ground, feeling the majestic and ferocious destructive power. With a bang, the ground in the distance collapsed, and along with the strong wind, countless rubbles hit her!
But she can't move now!
At the critical moment, there was a buzzing sound, and a black stream of light flashed in front of her.
The black blade hummed, and an invisible air shield blocked all the gravel. Ling Xuewei was surprised, and with a thought, she saw the black blade flying towards her, neatly cutting off the thunder snake on her body.
The body returned to action, and the hand tightened, and the black blade was in it.
At this moment, Ling Xuewei seemed to sense Black Blade's thoughts.
It's not that man and sword are one, but I can slightly understand its thoughts.
Ling Xuewei was surprised that the black blade actually saved her. She had not forgotten how unruly the black blade was. The lesson from last time was still vivid in her mind. The more powerful the weapon, the harder it was to control it, especially with her current situation.
Cultivation may be counterattacked at any time.
So after that time, she rarely used the black blade again, but she didn't expect that the black blade would appear on its own initiative today.
At this moment, the scene around him suddenly changed.
All sounds disappear.
Ling Xuewei was in an empty world, as if she was the only one in the world.
Countless pictures appeared before his eyes, which were Black Blade's "memory".
Killing.
Killing.
Or killing.
It seems that its world is filled with endless blood and death.
It is synonymous with death, the minions of the devil, and the sickle in the hands of the undead...
Darkness, despair, fear, curses, mourning... countless negative emotions came flooding in, as if the deep sea was about to drown her.
A chasm and cliff appeared in front of Ling Xuewei, very close at hand.
Countless tentacles stretched out from the depths of the cliff, entangled her, and seemed to pull her into the abyss.
This is a competition, like a tug of war. If she wins, she will dominate. If she loses, she will be in the abyss.
In this world where aura cannot be used, and even weapons and space cannot be used, she can only rely on herself.
The body was dragged forward bit by bit, and the more darkness invaded, the closer it got to the abyss.
Soon, Ling Xuewei understood that what she really needed to fight was this despair and fear.
There are also endless temptations.
Power, power, money, fame... Those who died under the black-edged sword included powerful people, aristocratic families, celebrities, and ordinary people... Their cries and emotions before death were what she needed to fight against. It was drifting with the flow and deep.
Get stuck in the mire, or break free and rise from the ashes?
"Come on, come here quickly..."
In the abyss, a vague and seductive voice came faintly. Ling Xuewei's expression gradually became numb and her eyes wandered. In fact, the sea of consciousness in her heart was fighting against it, and she never gave up.
Everyone has a dark side and endless desires in their heart. This abyss can bring out the most hidden, shameful, dark and unknown side buried deep in a person's heart.
Ling Xuewei seemed to have seen a scene in her previous life, with bullets and bullets flying everywhere, and the men, women, and children who died in her hands, cursing before they died. She was ruthless, like a killing weapon, and had long been numb.
The scene changed to this life. She had a lot, but lost even more.
She killed countless people, and their faces appeared one by one.
"Hate, hate so much..."
"Bitch, you are cruel and ruthless, how can you get happiness?"
"You are destined to hide in the darkness and linger. You are the source of evil and you should go to hell! Come on, come here quickly, we are waiting for you..."
"Those who died for you, when they see your ugly face, they will regret it and cry bitterly, right?"
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Ling Xuewei's expression was painful, and the faces who died for her flashed in her mind.
My heart seemed to be pinched by a pair of invisible hands, and suffocation came over me overwhelmingly.
There were countless people roaring, cursing, and wailing in her ears...it made her eardrums hurt.
She couldn't see that she was already at the edge of the abyss, and she would fall down in just a few steps.
She was surrounded by black energy, which was the sword soul of the black blade. She walked towards the abyss step by step, when suddenly a red light emitted from her chest and bounced her back.
She suddenly woke up!
It's the star chain around the neck.
After regaining consciousness, she looked at the abyss ahead, feeling scared. She was just a little bit away from falling into the abyss!
This black-edged sword spirit is so evil that even she can't resist it! If it weren't for the formation that Ye Moyan sealed on the necklace, today would have been in danger!
When she woke up, everything around her disappeared.
The abyss disappeared, and those sounds disappeared. When she came back to her senses, she was still in the forest, and those people were still there. Everything before seemed to have happened in just an instant.
As time went on, she heard the earth shaking again.
The black blade in her hand trembled slightly. She lowered her head, but she felt something was different.
When the wind blows, I raise my eyes and see Yan Fei Shou approaching.
Ling Xuewei subconsciously swung her sword, and the sound of breaking the blade was accompanied by black and red light, tearing everything apart instantly! The light illuminated the whole world in a tragic way, as if it was about to penetrate the sky!
Boom!
There was a loud noise and the sky became dark.
In an instant, the birds and beasts dispersed. A hundred meters in radius was instantly razed to the ground!
After a moment, when the light dissipated, the ground was covered with broken limbs and bloody corpses. Not far away, the barrier set up by the golden light gradually shattered, and behind the barrier was Yan Fei Shou.
I saw blood continuously gushing out from his arm, dripping to the ground and gathering into a puddle on the ground.
At this moment, Yan Feishou's eyes were filled with horror.
He stared at the black blade in her hand, "Is that... Fen Shang?"
"Where did you get this sword?"
This sword is unmistakable. It is the ancient weapon Burning Shang. This sword is made of Donghuang Stone. It has absorbed the essence of heaven and earth for tens of thousands of years and was only born after being baptized by the evil spirits of the dead. It feeds on blood and takes soul as its body. Whenever it appears,
It will definitely destroy all lives. In the past tens of thousands of years, three great sword cultivators have used it, and its power is frightening.
Relying on this sword, the three of them all achieved heroic hegemony. However, their own endings were tragic. This sword is called a vicious sword because it has a strong evil spirit. Anyone who is contaminated by it will have blood.
Roaring and restless, he eventually exploded and died.
But they are also people who have created great heroic deeds and can be recorded in the history of the divine world. Their achievements cannot be compared with even the three powerful sect leaders today. It can be said that they are the real heroes.
Because of this, countless people are eager to possess this magical weapon, even if it brings disaster and killing every time it is born.
Greed flashed in Yan Feishou's eyes, he must get it!
This blow drained all Ling Xuewei's strength, and she felt weak all over at this moment.
I was also shocked that that sword had such terrifying power!
"Give me her sword!"
Immediately, a disciple rushed up, but she was completely powerless at this moment. Yan Feishou was very cunning. He used a thunder snake to lock her from a distance, and ordered his disciples to come forward to investigate. Even if she had some remaining strength, he could respond at any time.