Genius Fortune-teller

Just before this strange situation appeared, at the moment when Lin Bai, tai'a and others just entered the sword Pavilion.

Before the sword pavilion was filled with flying swords, Chi Xiao, the second elder of the sword Pavilion, sat on the ground with his brow tightly wrinkled. His face was painful and excited. His eyes were obsessed with the countless flying swords in the sword valley.

At this moment, under the gaze of Chixiao, this flying sword is shaking, just like feeling some terrible Qi. It wants to fly away from the stone wall, but it seems to be bound by some kind of fetters, but it can't get away from it at all.

"If you can achieve one person, you have to destroy countless people. Is that right or wrong..." Looking at the flying sword blankly, Chixiao said slowly. His eyes were like a voice, full of confusion, and seemed to be in a dilemma.

And in his words, there is a meaning of inquiry. But in this vast sword abyss, he was the only one, except for the trembling flying sword on the stone wall. Even Chixiao didn't know whether he was asking himself, or whether he was asking about the handle on the stone wall, the flying sword bearing the heavy history of countless people in the sword Pavilion.

"My sword pavilion has been handed down for thousands of years since my grandmaster, but from the beginning to the end, except for my grandmaster, there is no one who has achieved the greatest achievement of the Sword Fairy! Sincerity is not only the regret of the pavilion, but also the disgrace of the Pavilion! As long as we can achieve this long cherished wish, why not die some people? "

Looking at the trembling and uneasy flying sword, Chixiao's face became more and more crazy and murmured to himself. Moreover, in his eyes, there was a flash of memory, as if he thought of the distant past.

"Enter my way and serve the sword with your body. The sword is me and I am the sword! What the sword Pavilion points to, what the long sword points to! "

Looking back, looking back, Chixiao's cheek suddenly showed the color of intoxication, murmured in his mouth, and slowly read out all the vows that all the disciples of the sword Pavilion had to make when they started and worshipped their ancestors.

However, the color of intoxication did not appear for a long time, and was immediately replaced by tension and fear. Even on his forehead, beads of sweat rolled down, as if at this moment, he saw some terrible picture:

it was a moonlit night, and it was still in this sword abyss. There was a tall young man hanging himself. The chain he used to hang himself was hanging On the dense flying sword of Jianyuan. The corpse, the chain and the flying sword looked so gloomy and cold.

At the same time, in Jianyuan, there was a young child, shrinking behind the big stone. And if you look carefully, there is no fear in the child's eyes, but excitement. And what the child's eyes looked at was not the body of the man who hanged himself, but a line of big characters on the ground with a faint blood light in the moonlight

"Enough!" At this moment, the tension and fear on Chixiao's face dissipated in a flash, and the infatuation and hesitation in his eyes disappeared. Instead, he was completely replaced by a kind of almost crazy look. He grew up and looked around the shivering sword on the stone wall. Then he whispered: "I know that you have been waiting for this moment for countless years. Your long cherished wish, I will finish it for you immediately! I will use you to recast the glory of the sword Pavilion

As the voice fell, his hand moved forward. From the stone wall of Jianyuan, among the countless flying swords, thousands of swords suddenly came out, and then gathered to a wooden house only a few feet away from the stone wall!

The sword is like a raging tide, like a storm. It just rushes to the wooden house. In a moment, it blows the wooden house to pieces, completely losing its original form. After the wood chips turned into sawdust and dissipated with the sword Qi, a figure suddenly appeared in the wooden house.

It was the figure of a young man. His eyes were closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. There was no breath leaking from his whole body. Not only that, after the countless fierce sword Qi of Jianyuan fell into his body, his expression was still calm and peaceful. It seems that what just poured into his body was not the fierce sword Qi, but the spring wind and rain.

Countless breath poured down, as long as it touched the young man's body, it was like a cow into the sea, and no breath escaped. As if this young man's body, is a never-ending, can swallow all the whirlpool. No matter it is the violent energy, or the strange breath, as long as you meet him, you will fall into silence.

"Not enough, not enough..." Looking at the young man's body, which seemed to engulf all the breath, a touch of joy suddenly appeared on the surface of Chixiao, constantly urging the flying swords in his palm, forcing the flying swords on the stone wall of Jianyuan to spray sword Qi outward!

Just in a short time, the sword spirit and spirituality of the flying sword have been extracted into the air. At this moment, the shining flying sword seems to be no different from a piece of stubborn iron, and even worse than any iron. After being affected by the fluctuation of the surrounding atmosphere, it is like the sand grasped by people's fingers. In an instant, it becomes powder and floats between heaven and earth.

Susu! Susu! Susu! Such as the sound of sand slipping away from the fingers more and more, the original bright stone wall, at this moment, the color is dim and gray. After the flying sword turned into dust, the stone wall was full of holes and was extremely dilapidated. There was no previous sacred atmosphere.You should know that every flying sword on the stone wall carries a heavy past. They are the beautiful breeding of all kinds of clock heaven and earth's nature. They are born after thousands of tempering and accompany their respective masters for endless years. Although time makes people old and the people who use swords change one after another, the brilliance and edge of flying swords still exist.

But today, these swords are ushered in their extinction, and all the glory is reduced to ashes at this moment. More precisely, at this moment, what is being destroyed is not the flying swords on the stone wall, but what these flying swords carry and contain, which is unique to the sword Pavilion and records the painstaking history of countless generations.

Boom! Boom! Suddenly, stones began to fall on the stone wall. After falling, the rolling stones made a great noise. The flying sword is gone, the history is gone, and the bare stone wall has no meaning of existence.

"No break, no stand, only now sacrifice, can have a more brilliant future." Looking at the collapsing stone wall, Chixiao turned his head slowly and sat behind him with a wooden look on his face. He said faintly: "your sacrifice will always be remembered by the sword Pavilion, and I will always remember it."

"Master You What are you doing? " At this time, tai'a and long Cai have already run to the sword abyss after they feel the abnormal breath. But when they enter the sword abyss, they are completely shocked by the scene in front of them.

I can only see that all the elder martial brothers and sisters in the past are sitting behind Chixiao like puppets. Jianyuan, which was originally used to provide flying swords for the disciples of Jiange, is falling apart. Their elder martial brother dingguang is sitting on his knees like a statue, accepting the huge amount of sword Qi released by Jianyuan.

What makes tai'a and long Cai even more puzzled is that at this moment, the Chixiao master in front of them is just like a different person. His face is full of crazy look. He is in a state of divine nerves, which gives people a strange feeling.

"Master, wake up Seeing the appearance of Chixiao, tai'a felt uneasy. He looked more carefully at longcai and said in a deep voice: "master, I want to tell you a good news. We have found Jianzhong and lingjianshan! It's under the sinkhole where we fell before, and it's connected with our sword Pavilion. "

"Sword grave Lingjian mountain It doesn't matter now... " Hearing tai'a's words, Chixiao's face didn't show any change. At the corner of his mouth, he squeezed out a strange smile to the extreme. He stared at tai'a's eyes and said slowly, "tai'a, do you remember what master once told you, what's my biggest wish?"

"Master, it's your wish that a real sword immortal will appear in our sword Pavilion all the time." Hearing Chixiao's words, although tai'a was a little confused, he was still extremely respectful. I don't know why, he always felt that there was something wrong with the breath in Jianyuan, not to mention the state of those elder martial brothers and sisters, just the mental outlook of Chixiao seemed to have something wrong.

"Yes! My biggest hope is that a real Sword Fairy will appear in our sword Pavilion! And that sword immortal must be the one who enters the Tao with sword. Only in this way can I prove to everyone that we are right and they are wrong! " Hearing tai'a's words, Chixiao suddenly burst into a frenzy of laughter. Then his eyes became brighter and brighter. Like a night owl's strange cry, he chuckled at tai'a and said, "now, my wish is coming true! But if I want to fulfill this wish, I need your help. "

"As long as you have orders, I will go through fire and water." Hearing this, tai'a said respectfully, but the light from the corner of his eyes kept winking at longcai, indicating that she would leave the place as soon as possible.

"I knew you were all my good children and would promise me." Chixiao Jie laughs strangely for a while, and then looks intoxicated in his eyes. He stares at tai'a and says, "I want your life. Will you give it to me?"

"Master, what's the matter with you?" Hearing this, tai'a's eyes can't help twitching. Although he can see that Chixiao's mental state is not right now, he still didn't expect that he would say that he would use his life to help him realize what he wanted to make the sword pavilion have a real Sword Fairy. At this point, it's not something wrong, it's a big problem!

Moreover, at this moment, tai'a was even more frightened and inexplicable to find that his whole body seemed to be trapped in the mire. It was like someone had put shackles on his hands and feet and wanted to move, which became extremely difficult.

"I'm fine!" Chixiao Jie gave a strange smile, moved his fingertips lightly, turned his head and looked at the young man who was absorbing the sword spirit from many flying swords in Jianyuan, and said: "grind one sword in ten years, set the light. I've polished your sword for so many years, let out your cold light!"

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