Hidden Blade

The night deepened.

The night wind is colder, the moonlight is colder.

But the killing outside the sword mausoleum in the south is better than a rest.

The broken arms and bodies of those purple monsters can be seen everywhere. They are also the broken swords. They are no longer arrogant and detached in the Jianling. They are broken and broken. They lie quietly on the southern wasteland like a pile of scrap iron. When the wind blows and the rain falls, the scrap iron will rust, rot and disappear.

They have also been held in the hands of some people, or sword, or arrogant world.

The spirit of the sword lies in the body of the sword, but it is born in the master of the sword. For Jianling, they have no concept of death. For them, the real death is only forgotten.

The man who once held them is all they have.

But later, the man inevitably died, and they were placed in the sword tomb, following the ancient logic, guarding the sword tomb and guarding the story of the man who once held them tight. In the eyes of the sword spirit, as long as they remember them, they will still be alive, forever with them, and even inadvertently regard themselves as him.

It's a very difficult thing to understand with human logic, but it does exist.

But now the sword is dead.

With that section of the heart breaking story, with the memory of those who were once outstanding, he died forever.

Xu Han is not a person who will feel sad at the moment, but at the moment the long sword is broken and a sword spirit turns into nothingness. In the face of such a scene, Xu Han still can't help bursting out a stream of anger.

The sword spirit on the battlefield is becoming more and more intense, but not because the side of Jianling is fighting bravely, but because of the breath of the dead sword and sword spirit.

Xu Han's blood red eyes again launched an attack on the big man, and he did not remember how many times such an attack was.

Every time he tried his best, but the other side did the same.

The strength of both sides is mostly between Bozhong, but the flesh immortal's friars are really too strong. You come and go, and you kill each other everywhere, and your fists reach the key point. But in the end, it is difficult to kill each other because of their strong flesh and terrible recovery.

"Come on! Come again The strong man nine feet away was covered with blood, but his eyes were shining with burning fierce light.

He licked the blood on his lips and tore off his ragged clothes, revealing his body as solid as bronze.

After saying this, he killed Xu hanchong again and got entangled with Xu Han.

Xu Han was worried about the increasing casualties on the side of Jianling. He wanted to solve the man in front of him quickly. However, both of them were rare abilities in the world. Impatience could not change the situation of the war. Instead, he lost his basic judgment because he was too impatient. Xu Han was repeatedly successful by the strong man and retreated again and again.

He was forced back by the strong man again, and the other side frowned. He did not have half a point of joy at his winning chance, but said extremely unhappy: "ah! What's the matter with you? If you fight, you'll have a good fight. If you look around, you'll have a bad life. "

Xu Han's brow was heavy and he didn't feel the taunt of the strong man. He took a glance at the situation on the ground. Wang Yangming urged those swordsmen to stand in the sky not far away and could not fight. However, his sword spirit was closely connected with the sword mausoleum. If most of the sword spirits were not cleaned up, there was no way to do too much harm to him.

Meanwhile, the battle lines opened by the swordsmen were also constantly eroded by those purple monsters, and the swordsmen were killed every breath. At the same time, even Meng Liang xuan'er and others gradually showed fatigue in such a long battle.

Xu Han knew that it was no way to go on like this. Whether it was for the sake of these brave swordsmen or for his own sake, he had to get rid of the strong man in front of him, and then defeat the thin friar, in order to win a first-line victory for his side.

Thinking of this, Xu Han's right arm suddenly stretched out. The purple light in his eyes twinkled, and the flesh and blood on his right arm wriggled out. It seemed that something was going to come out of the cocoon of that right arm.

The strong man squinted at Xu Han's right arm and said, "what is this?"

The purple light of Xu Han Mou son becomes more and more intense, he says in a cold voice: "take the thing of your life!"

His right arm swings out a tremendous evil spirit, which belongs to the demon king of Dayuan mountain. Among the nine demon caves, there is still the last one that has not been opened. Once the last demon cave is opened, the power of the right arm will be completely untied. It belongs to the power of the demon king. Even if it is just a right arm, this power is enough to match the ordinary immortal. In addition, Xu Han was born in the immortal world. The power of the two together is unimaginable.

Xu Han didn't use this thing because he was afraid of the power of his right arm. Now he is still hard to control. What's more, he is afraid that the devil in his body is waiting for the opportunity to move. But now, there are not many choices in front of Xu Han.

Therefore, after he said that, his face became more and more gloomy. He yelled: "the ninth demon cave! Open... "

the last word" open "reached the throat, only half of it was spit out, and then suddenly stopped.A beautiful face came to Xu Han's eyes. His eyes with stars looked at Xu Han with a smile. Then he said in a low voice, "it's OK to play, but it's not."

Then the man stretched out his hand, his index finger cocked up, which seemed to be floating lightly, but in fact, he was carrying wind and thunder, rolling cloud tide, and pointing at Xu Han's eyebrows.

All of this came very quickly, but in the blink of an eye, Xu Han's body fell as fast as he was badly hurt, and finally fell down under Wang Yangming's body.

The monk in black, who beat Xu Han back, stood in the air and said with a smile: "people in the sky want your life. It's very interesting. I want to see what kind of thing you are and whether it's as interesting as this Wang Jianxian, so I'll save your life."

Xu Han stood up. He didn't get any injuries. He didn't understand why the Tibetan king was like this. Of course, he didn't understand the meaning of his words. But when he was calm and wanted to move his right arm again, his face suddenly changed.

He found that the air pump in his right arm was blocked.

Although such a seal is not powerful, as long as he is given a stick of incense, he can break the seal. But in such a battlefield, a stick of incense is enough to kill and injure most of the swordsmen left in the field.

His face changed a lot. At last, he flew up to Wang Yangming's side. He said in a quick voice: "master, I have found a way to break the enemy. First, you should recall the sword spirit, turn the attack into defense, and reduce the casualties. In only one incense stick, I can break the enemy's array."

In Xu Han's opinion, this is the best way now. Only in this way can we win a chance of life for them and at the same time reduce the casualties of sword spirits as much as possible. But to his surprise, Wang Yangming's face was silent. He did not seem to have heard what he said. He still urged those swordsmen to kill, fly and die in the enemy's array.

"Master!" Xu Han does not understand what Wang Yangming's action means. His tone of voice at that time inevitably became larger and more anxious.

At this time, Wang Yangming seemed to have just heard Xu Han's cry. He looked at Xu Han with a calm tone: "can't you see it? They are so much better than us. "

Xu Han was stunned and said in a hurry: "but they all rely on that person to mobilize. As long as you give me time to break through the prohibition of demon arms, I can kill that person. At that time, these monsters will make a mess, and their combat power will be reduced by at least half. We will have a chance to break them one by one."

"Victory is also a tragic victory. If they come back in the future, how can we resist the enemy?" Wang Yangming asked.

Xu Han was puzzled about what Wang Yangming was worrying about at the moment. He said again: "only after this time can we have the following words. How can we be so...

" confused? " Wang Yangming's face suddenly showed a smile, "I am not confused, some things I see more clearly than you."

Nearly a thousand swordsmen died in the battle, and the remaining 36 thousand swordsmen were less than 10000.

"What do you mean, master?" Xu Han asked urgently and angrily.

At that time, Wang Yangming looked sideways at the swordsmen who were fighting in the battlefield. The sword light in the sky reflected his old side face, which was fanatical and paranoid, even with a little ferocious flavor.

He lowered his voice and murmured in an almost ghostly tone.

"It's simple."

"If you want you to live, the fierce sword will not fall into their hands..."

"and only when they are dead can you... Live!"

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