As soon as this idea came up, heard the sharp wind sound again from the secret realm of Daxue Mountain. The evil wind made a comeback without warning. This time it actually passed directly over the group of bones in front of the two of them. chasing after!

Yan Zhengming was about to smile bitterly, it was the first time he knew that he had a crow's mouth too.

Even if Jian Xiu is not considered copper skin and iron bones, he has been forging his body all the year round, but he is not kneaded by mud. Ordinary swords can't hurt him at all, but he was just swept away by the wind, and there were actually a few half-foot long left. Until now, Yan Zhengming's back was still suffering from unbearable pain.

He took a deep look at Cheng Qian, who was already unconscious, and called out the wooden sword and held it in his hand. In the secret realm of the snow-capped mountains, a sword field opened up.

The secret realm of Daxueshan was alarmed by hearing about Qiankun's brutal inheritance, as if he had discovered this intruder only after realizing it, and the Gangfeng, which had just swept away in front of the two of them, rushed straight towards Cheng Qian.

Yan Zhengming quickly used the Yuanshen sword to weave a vast sword net, and with a low voice, he refused to give an inch beyond his own power, so as to firmly isolate the anger of the snowy mountain.

Jianyu and Gangfeng met on a narrow road, and in an instant, thousands of light spots fell apart, and sharp weapons that cut iron like mud bucked their spines one after another in the raging wind. As soon as he grabbed his hand, the sword domain was leveled by half in an instant.

The cold light reflected on the wall, the candles were dim, the sound of gold and stone was incessant, Yan Zhengming's long hair had been completely scattered by the passing wind, and his robe was moving, and there were one or two more cracks from time to time. It didn't take long for his clothes to be almost ragged. .

And he closed his eyes slightly, letting the sword intent of the Fuyao wooden sword surging in his hands.

He once thought that Cheng Qian was dead, and he could not open the lock in the seal of the mountain no matter what, he thought that one day he would be able to suppress the spiritual consciousness of the previous sect masters in the seal of the sect master by himself, and go beyond the seal of the mountain. Let Fuyao Mountain reappear in the world.

At this time, Yan Zhengming was in front of the whole secret realm in the depths of Beiming, and he held a wooden sword, motionless like a mountain...

"I am such a cherishing person, why do I always find death?" Yan Zhengming thought to himself.

The "sheathed" sword is more restrained than the sword, but it is longer.

And the bào martyr must not last long—

He started a long tug-of-war with the entire snow-capped mountain by himself, and without a trace of sword energy all over his body, it poured into the sword domain from his inner palace.

Constantly being knocked down by the wind of bàonüè, and then standing up again and again.

There was no day or night in the snow-capped mountains, and Yan Zhengming didn't know how long he had been holding on. The meridians all over his body gradually experienced long-lost pain, like a needle piercing, which meant that his inner vital essence was about to be exhausted.

Yan Zhengming hadn't experienced this kind of end-of-life feeling for a long time. He couldn't help but look back at Cheng Qian. His face was as pale as paper, but he seemed to be able to draw infinite power from it.

Yan Zhengming suddenly felt very strange. He thought that with his temperament that he was afraid of pain and suffering, he would not be able to hold on until the lamp ran out. , but once there is Cheng Qian by his side, everything is different.

Cheng Qianli turned him from a "delicate" shortbread to a rag that could not be squeezed out.

Needle-like pain gradually spread all over his body, Yan Zhengming's limbs seemed to be torn apart, that was a severe warning given to him by the meridians of Bogān. He suddenly rose from the ground, and in an instant, Yan Zhengming's entire inner palace was empty, his ears roared, and all the swords were pushed out with one palm!

The Primordial Divine Sword turned into a sword intent when it was in the air, and it was everywhere. It rushed out like a mountain and a sea, and let out a scream that was almost a wild roar in the air. The Gangfeng in the secret realm of Daxueshan was pushed back by him at this moment.

Yan Zhengming swayed his whole body, and his body actually started to seep blood. He tapped the ground with his long sword and stopped, but his eyes were slack, and he murmured unconsciously, "Xiao Qian..."

Not being able to protect the young Cheng Qian was always his lifelong regret. As time passed, Cheng Qian was so powerful that he was no longer needed. Only the residual fear from the past lingered in his heart and never went away.

Yan Zhengming showed an indescribable smile at the corner of his mouth, and then he passed out in a standing posture.

The wooden sword came out of his hand, but didn't fall down. The wooden sword's tip was down, hanging in the air, always dutifully blocking in front of him.

However, after waiting for a while, the fiercer counterattack did not come, and Gang Feng didn't know what to do if he was scattered by the sword intent for a while, and re-swam back to the depths of the Daxue Mountain.

Cheng Qian's mental consciousness in the wooden sword was relieved - he felt that he could not describe it at this time, the whole person's divine consciousness was divided into two parts, half in the body and half in the wooden sword, as if the two brains were thinking at the same time, and they had to gān each other. Shi, he really experienced Han Yuan's feelings, whether it was the taste of the soul of the Chinese painting, or the weirdness of being divided into two.

The divine consciousness in his body desperately resisted the influence of the painting soul, and maintained his last sanity before listening to the seal of Qiankun being opened, but the divine awareness in the wooden sword guarded Yan Zhengming, generally thinking in the noisy gān disturbance of the painting soul. cause and effect.

Seeing Gangfeng retreat, Cheng Qian breathed a short sigh of relief, but doubts surfaced in his heart - what does the hint of painting a soul mean?

For what reason did Tang Zhen want him to kill Yan Zhengming?

If Tang Zhen wanted to provoke chaos in the world, then he might want to get rid of Han Yuan, the monk Wannian and others, but he didn't know Yan Zhengming - their Fuyao sect's senior brother had a total of a few inverse scales all over his body. He could count on one hand, as long as no one touched him, he would be able to stay on Fuyao Mountain quietly for the rest of his life, and he would definitely not take the initiative to ask for trouble.

What is the need for Tang Zhen to provoke such a ferocious and powerful swordsman for no reason, and to deceive him into the secret realm of Daxue Mountain?

Even if Tang Zhen is really crazy, he must want Yan Zhengming's life through him, so why didn't he do it when he was in Fuyao Mountain?

On Fuyao Mountain, they had so many unprepared times to get along with each other day and night. No matter what means, Yan Zhengming couldn't escape. Why did he have to be here?

To know the danger of the secret realm of Daxueshan, neither of them can see the other. Since entering this place, their nerves have been tense, and a sneak attack is almost impossible.

Why does Tang Zhen think that as long as he does something, he will definitely kill Yan Zhengming?

Cheng Qian was originally a Primordial Spirit cultivator, and he has experienced seven thunder tribulations. He is far from being as low and easy to control as Han Yuan in those days. If he finds something wrong, he will definitely resist. If Tang Zhen thinks that he is so distracted, he can If he casually injured the sword cultivator of Sword Art Online, it would be too much to look up to him.

Tang Zhen moved the painting soul buried in him at this moment, what else could he do other than scare the grass and startle the snake?

Yan Zhengming woke up after just being in a coma for a moment. He leaned awkwardly against the wall, first felt the chaotic wind direction in the secret realm, and then seized the time to adjust his real energy. After a long sigh of relief, he turned his head to look. Cheng Qian, who was still, said to himself, "I'm not dead yet... Hey... When are you going to get up and brush my hair?"

The ear mark between Cheng Qian's eyebrows seemed to be brighter, and as he continued to penetrate the increasingly shaky seal, the familiar burning pain that seemed to burn his whole body into a pile of ashes rushed into his internal organs again.

This inevitably affected Cheng Qian's consciousness active in the wooden sword, and the wooden sword hummed softly.

Yan Zhengming tore his eyes off Cheng Qian, raised his head abruptly and looked into the depths of the Daxue Mountain. With just one glance, he suddenly had an indescribable impulse in his heart, as if something in the secret realm was against him. There was an unspeakable attraction that made his heart beat wildly.

However, he didn't move, Yan Zhengming's hand slowly rubbed the wooden sword in his hand, and said to himself, "Strange, it suddenly feels as if there is a person in there who just came out of the bath."

Cheng Qian was trying his best to perceive the situation of Qiankun. He heard this unfortunately, and was almost swayed out by the trembling wooden sword.

Yan Zhengming stood up three steps away from Cheng Qian, not getting too close to disturb him, but keeping him completely in his sight. In this way, he seemed to be able to resist the inexplicable gravitational pull on him from the depths of the snowy mountain.

Yan Zhengming licked his cracked lips slightly, feeling that not only was something wrong with him, but even the whole secret realm of Daxueshan was heartbroken because of something.

Suddenly, he blinked hard, and saw a ray of light pierced out from the depths of the secret realm, like a handful of pure gold shattered in the darkness. At first, there was only one line, and then it slowly stretched out, as if in the darkest place. Thousands of golden flowers bloomed in the place.

The mysterious and quiet halo ripples back and forth in the secret realm of ice and snow, reflecting the sparkling waves everywhere, like a fairyland on earth.

This scene is too indescribable, and everyone who sees this scene can't help but hold their breath.

Yan Zhengming was stunned for a while, and a guess suddenly flashed in his mind - is that the leaf of the golden lotus in the Snow Mountain?

Does the golden lotus leaf actually exist?

The moment the golden light appeared, Cheng Qian felt that the painting soul in his inner palace could no longer be suppressed, and the black energy occupied his inner palace in an instant, and the weak primordial spirit was almost submerged in it. The rest of the corner where you listened to Qiankun was still reluctant.

Cheng Qian, who had originally closed his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes. Those eyes were colder than when he usually used the exercises, and he could hardly see the bottom.

Yan Zhengming came back to his senses immediately: "Ancestor, you are awake."

Cheng Qian ignored him, his bones and joints made a crisp sound, and then he stood up staggeringly, his whole body covered with frost. His movements were extremely unnatural, and the blood-stained frost blade in his hand revealed undisguised killing intent.

At this moment, the wooden sword in Yan Zhengming's hand suddenly broke out of his control. It turned out that Cheng Qian's consciousness suddenly took over the wooden sword while he was in a state of uncertainty, and the sword energy that had accumulated for a long time was taken over. hit him.

Yan Zhengming grabbed the hilt of the wooden sword, but he still didn't have time to stop it.