The night should be gone!

Xie Yun's feet were empty, he used the wall as a buffer and stood firm. He looked around for a week and couldn't find Ying Baiye.

This is a bright tomb, but it is not like a tomb at all. The carved beams and paintings are magnificent, grand and majestic, extravagant and frivolous.

A phantom appeared in the center of the tomb, with a very high stature. It was unclear whether it was a man or a woman. The phantom was dressed in red and white. The phantom looked at Xie Yun, pressed his jaw, and nodded slightly for a while. He stretched out a point and pointed to Xie Yun a little further away.

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Xie Yun couldn't see the sword energy, he could only feel the endless sword energy filling the tomb. The sword energy was extremely domineering.

The sword intent is so powerful that it expels the atomized aura to the edge of the tomb.

It's just sword intent.

Xie Yun cultivated swords when he was young. He had heard that there were swordsmen in the realm of self-cultivation. Swordsmen did not hold swords, and everything in the world was a sword. At this moment, this sword intent surrounded Xie Yun.

Although Xie Yun is a sword cultivator and takes the sword as his way, when he fights with others, he will never use the sword intent as the main body of hurting people. as a means of attack.

Xie Yun was crushed to the ground on one knee, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood, his whole body creaked under the crushing sword intent.

Chunshan kept moaning—the tiny cracks spread out from the weakest part of the blade, and it actually started to crack!

Chun Shan turned into a spirit sword, and was more easily affected by the sword intent than Xie Yun, and the sword intent that was so overwhelming was about to break it.

Xie Yun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips and wiped it on the top of the Spring Mountain Fall. A ray of bright red penetrated into the Spring Mountain Fall. The crack in the Spring Mountain Fall was repaired for a moment, and then cracked again the next moment.

Xie Yun had never seen such a move before, no, it could not be said to be a move.

Then fight back with sword intent!

Xie Yun has been practicing on the Cumulus Mountain all the year round. He has seen the sky collapse under the avalanche, and he has also stood on the ice field to understand the vitality of flowers breaking the ice.

He has seen the warmest life in the coldest place. The so-called survival from desperation, this sword intent will never lose to anyone!

Xie Yun held Chunshan down with his bloody hands. He lowered his head to the sword and his lips were stained with blood. He was so hoarse from the sword intent that he could still laugh. He said, "Don't be afraid."

"I am you. If you are to be broken here today, I will be buried with you."

The sound of Chunshan's downturned sword cries.

Xie Yun's blood flowed down the hilt of the sword, and Chunshan fell on top of the sword's intent. In the crisp sound, the sword's intent condensed into ice, but the spring color inside the sword melted and flowed.

A glacier that has not melted for 100,000 years, life is flowing under the ice.

At this moment, Xie Yun was the glacier.

Xie Yun stood up against his sword intent and swung the first sword!

In this world, there are places where mountains and rivers are exhausted, and we must make way for this sword!

The sword intent was the essence, and Han Chuan began to condense from the tip of Xie Yun's sword. With the momentum of freezing everything, he followed the sword intent and rushed to the phantom with the sound of freezing!

A chilling glacier runs across the entire tomb.

The phantom's sword intent stagnated a little, Xie Yun's whole body was not painless, but his consciousness was never clearer than before. His eyes were as bright as stars, and he stepped on the glacier and slashed towards the phantom - dare to ask the bright moon!

Xie Yun's sword wind cut off half of the phantom's sleeve,

Xu Ying was a little surprised, raised his hand to look at his sleeves, and then seemed to smile, then he swept his sleeves and waved Gangfeng Sword Intent.

The glacier melted in an instant, and the cold current returned to protect Xie Yun and washed away most of the gang wind. However, the wind was so strong that the aftermath still broke through the cold current and threw Xie Yun and his sword on the wall of the tomb.

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Chunshan was broken into six pieces.

Although Xie Yun used his physical body to protect Chun Shan at the last moment, the damage to the Spirit Sword was too strong, and Chun Shan was still broken until the last moment.

Xie Yun's Yuanying body was severely injured at the same time. Under the severe pain, Xie Yun temporarily lost his hearing and vision, and the world was dark and silent.

For the sword cultivator, the spirit sword of life is an existence equivalent to the half body.

I don't know how many bones were broken, maybe it pierced through the internal organs, and always felt that blood was also bleeding in body.

Xie Yun tilted his head.

He was leaning against the wall, he couldn't see or hear anyway, blood was seeping all over his body, and there was no sense in his body to support him to continue fighting, so he just didn't care.

Xie Yun groped to pick up a piece of debris, and the sharp blade cut Xie Yun's finger.

Xie Yun caressed the body of the sword lovingly.

It's a pity that Chunshan was broken first. Although he said that he would not be buried with him, Xie Yun really didn't break his sword - such a good treasure as Chunshan can't be found. A good person.

And Ying Baiye... He's dying here, and Ying Baiye probably won't get much better.

Xie Yun was in a dizzy state, feeling that someone brushed the top of his hair lightly, the fragments in his hand suddenly disappeared, and there was a sound of water splashing in his ears, as if something had been thrown into the water.

Xie Yun felt that he kept sinking and the pain gradually disappeared. Someone complained softly in his ear, his voice was lazy, with a hint of laughter: "The unfortunate child is too serious."

Xie Yun struggled to wake up for a moment: "You are the unlucky child."

Phantom: "..."

She has lived for hundreds of years, and she has never seen a sword cultivator of this breed.

Xu Ying patted Xie Yun's hair on the top: After accepting this apprentice, think can quarrel with her every day, it must be very lively.

The owner of the tomb waited for decades, and when the satisfied disciples arrived, the tomb began to sink, and the world turned upside down again.

The author has something to say: Small Theater:

Xie Shaozhu: Happy to die, almost to die

Big guy: was teasing the cat, and was caught for overdoing it.

I have been decadent for several days, and I have been wondering if I am not suitable for writing, but when I think about it, it is actually writing a story that I want to write, as long as everyone likes it.