She is Jianxiu

Chapter 290 Chapter Two Hundred and Nine
With that trace of warmth, Zhao Chun struggled to get out of the dark tide and stepped onto the round temple with flame pattern.

There was no evil infiltrating the body, the golden crow blood fire in the dantian began to flow warmth to the limbs along the meridians, she moved her fingers slightly, and after seeing that she could move freely, she looked up at the woman again.

The two are clearly close at hand, but the other's skin and face are white, and nothing can be seen clearly. Zhao Chun can sense that this woman is definitely not human, and she doesn't even have a real body, just like an illusory image. It feels real when you touch it.

"Thank you for your help, senior." Zhao Chun cupped his hands to express his thanks, but the woman covered her face with her hands, and then turned into a white glow, escaping towards the scabbard in his hand.

The white awn is not very dazzling, in the deep darkness, a soft halo is emitted, Zhao Chun's heart moved, he put the scabbard on the white awn and let go, and saw the white awn lift the scabbard lightly up , slowly flew to the center of the round temple.

She also followed, looking around the round temple.

To be honest, this Fangyuan Temple is more like a round pavilion in black water, with no walls on all sides. There is a tripod table at the entrance, enshrining incense and black tablets. There is nothing else in the coffin.

The inner and outer coffins were very high, if they stood on the same plane as it, they would be a head taller than Zhao Chun.Therefore, when it was built, a depression was cut in the center of the round temple, and the coffin was placed in the depression, so that ordinary people can see it from above.

What Zhao Chun didn't expect was that the inner and outer coffins of this statue hadn't been sealed, or even had no coffin lid at all, and there were no traces of sealing on the four walls. Looking from where she stood, only a handful of The pitch-black long sword, even though the owner of the sword has passed away for many years, the edge of the sword is still sharp, without losing any sharpness!
She saw a snow-white light on the hilt of the sword, different from the white glow that the woman turned into, this clear light was very familiar to Zhao Chun, she thought for a moment, she couldn't help thinking in her heart, Shentong's spirit?
Just as he was thinking about it, Baimang had sent the scabbard to the top of the coffin, and the spirit of Shentong underneath saw this, and also brought up the left sword of Venerable Zhantian.

The scabbard and the left sword fit together, and the left sword returned to its sheath. Suddenly, the long sword shook, the Jingyuan Temple was torn apart, and the shock wave filled the sky!

"Boom!"

The dazzling long sword cracked a crack from the hilt to the tip, and then saw several cracks appearing on the sword like a spider web. In the lonely and dark world, only the sound of gold and stone cracking lingered in my ears.

The initial shatter marks were like a sign before a storm came, and as more and more shatter marks became available, the long sword had begun to wither!
Zhao Chun saw Baimang turned into a woman again, lying on the coffin, she seemed to regard this as the end of everything, she covered her face with her hands and wept, no one could explain the sadness in front of her, if what appeared in Zhao Chun's mind Sadness is a kind of deep unwillingness and hatred, so her sadness is the last tone of grief, endless regret and hopelessness.

The long sword finally shattered and turned into a brilliant flying star, falling on the Kuroshio, like the sky in summer night, like the loneliness before dawn.

A fist-sized silver iron stone emerges from the flying star. It is hexagonal in shape, without any luster. It is as ordinary as ordinary iron. Zhao Chun took it into his hand, but he couldn't hold it with his physical strength. So he had no choice but to lift his true essence to make it fall safely in his hand.

"The shape is six-sided, the color is dark and silver, it is not affected by the precious light, and it is as heavy as a mountain." This is recorded in Bowenlou. As for Zhuxuan, when you see gold, you will have a sharp edge, no matter it is Guisha or Yijian, the blade is all black, presumably this is the reason."

Zhao Chun hadn't put away the molten gold essence, but his wrist was suddenly shaken away by a huge force, and the silver iron stone was immediately thrown into the air, and fell into the empty coffin with a "clang", which made the woman look up in shock.

Where the two looked, a dark shadow appeared, and finally turned into a man holding a sword, with a tall and straight body and a firm and solemn face.

"Come." He was undoubtedly talking to Zhao Chun, and he raised the long sword in his hand, pointing the sword point at her neck.

That sword is very familiar, what else could it be if it wasn't the sword left by Venerable Zhantian?
The person in front of me...

Or rather, not human!

Looking at his robes and robes, his complexion is solemn, but his eyes are as dark as ink, but there is no luster, and Zhao Chun has not felt half of the sword intent from him. People who practice swords in the world only have a simple sharp light, but they don't see the light of the sword.

"That's the sword servant," said the woman's ethereal and gentle voice, "only after defeating him will you be eligible to take away what the venerable left behind."

Hearing this, Zhao Chun's expression changed slightly, not because of the second half of the sentence, but because of the word "sword servant" in the first sentence.

In the five realms of the Dao of Swords, the sword intent is the top, and then there are three points of the sword intent, condensing the sword heart, casting the soul outside the heart, opening the sword domain, until the ten thousand swords return to one, a total of nine realms.

According to Bo Wen Lou Zhong Ji, the sword soul serves the sword as a servant, and it is a sword servant, which means that before the fall of Venerable Zhan Tian, ​​the cultivation of swordsmanship has at least reached the sword soul state!

This is, since she practiced, she has met the person with the most profound sword practice!
Zhao Chun's eyes were fixed, knowing that the gap between the two was as different as heaven and earth, but he did not retreat, but raised his right hand horizontally, and the black sword fell to the palm of his hand immediately, and the sword edge and the long sword in the sword servant's hand swung fiercely!
"Come!"

The sword servant's eyes were dull, as if he was blind, when the long sword in his hand was swung, his feet remained motionless, but his face froze for half a minute.

The next moment, he suddenly jumped up and swung his sword at Zhao Chun!

The opponent has no self-cultivation, does not use the power of swordsmanship, and only fights with extremely simple skills. Zhao Chun's eyebrows are slightly lowered, and then he sinks his true essence, puts away all the sword energy and wind, and brazenly fights with the sword servant. Against the sword!

Without the help of true energy and kendo cultivation, she seemed to have returned to the body of a child. When the two swords clashed, the huge force from the edge of the sword made the hand holding the sword numb unbearably!
How frightening is the sword servant formed by the sword soul of the venerable, the two of them fought the sword only ten moves, and Zhao Chun had already backed up again and again, only an inch away from falling into the black water!

"His sword strokes flow like clouds and flowing water, and there is no slight delay or staggered pause. Therefore, he does not need real energy and does not practice the way of the sword, but he can cut ten times more powerful than ordinary people!" The ordinary people used by Zhao Chun here are based on himself Benchmark, if it is an ordinary sword cultivator, the gap between the sword servant and the difference will be even more penetrating!

"That's it, the skill is perfect."

She infused the sword with firmness and sincerity, and after a little estimation, she only came to the conclusion that the power had doubled. When the sword servant struck again, his feet retreated from the round temple, and he was about to sink into the black water.

The black water is cold and cold, if one enters it, there is no chance of winning. Zhao Chun's heart turned a thousand times, looking down at the flying stars floating on the water, and immediately jumped up and stepped on the broken sword of the left sword. The broken marks were just like what she had imagined in her heart Thinking, she didn't sink into the water, so she was able to use her strength to get up!

The sword servant Su Rong came to kill, every time Zhao Chun retreated to the next piece of broken sword, she gritted her teeth and held the sword, knowing that going on like this was not an option, she always retreated, there was always a time when there was no way to retreat.

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