The official match of this seat is not you

The autumn wind is like an arrow, it can poke countless holes in the body, but now it is the sword energy that is sharper than the autumn wind, and it is the sword energy that is suppressed to the extreme and explodes.

Wu Yan opened his eyes wide, the scene in front of him made him feel as if he had been struck by lightning.

Countless chains are densely covered in the huge sword formation, and the entire canyon is the territory of this sword formation, which is surrounded by thousands of swords, but these swords have lost their freedom, wailing on this sunless cliff.The thumb-thick chain was wrapped around it, not only the shape of the sword was locked, but the sharpness of the sword was also imprisoned by the chain.

Wu Yan pinched his face hard, and the wound that had been cut by the sword qi burst open. The stinging pain told Wu Yan that this was not a dream.Wu Yan's nervousness even caused him to feel pain from his heart when he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

No!It was not just the wailing of thousands of swords, what was even more breathtaking was the wail of the huge black sword in the center of the sword array.Almost everywhere on the sword is locked by thicker chains, and the sword is more like a soul struggling, just the chain on the sword and the sword made of thousands of chained swords An array is suppressing the sword's struggle.

The black sword emits a black light that can distort space, and just standing a few feet away from it can feel the mania and terror emanating from it.The peerless sword is an absolutely fierce sword.

Just the will of the sword can produce such great power, one can imagine what kind of power this fierce sword will have when it has a master.Looking at the Underworld Sword, which was about to break out of the formation only by the instinct of the sword, Wu Yan was a little hesitant for the first time. Can he really control such a sword?

Just as he was hesitating, Wu Yan discovered that the sword array covered by heavy chains had changed.While staring intently, Wu Yan realized that a person had already entered the center of the sword formation.

The giant sword floating in mid-air emitted bursts of dark red light, and the original black light was covered by this ominous color like blood, making the whole canyon horrified.

The voice in Wu Yan's heart told him that this was definitely not a good thing, and it might even develop in a direction he didn't want to see. Wu Yan ignored the more oppressive momentum as he got closer to the sword formation, and walked step by step with difficulty.

The blood on his body dripped to the ground, and the pain that spread to his mind was like the separation of flesh and blood.The chaotic and sad cries of the thousands of swords locked in this canyon made people feel upset, and every step forward was very difficult.He just stepped into the center of the sword array for a few steps and he heard that Liuqian's rampant laughter.

"Hahaha... The Underworld Sword will soon fall into my hands. With the Evil Sword in my hand, I am afraid of anyone in the world! No matter it is Leng Tianqi or the Tianxia League, everyone must bow their heads!"

There were large and small wounds on Liuqian's arm, most of which were deeply visible, and according to the position, it should be his own hand.Wu Yan couldn't believe that such a man who looked like a gentleman would play self-mutilation like a lunatic. Sure enough, life is full of strange things.

Wu Yan looked at the bloody wound on his body, and could only smile miserably.He is also a lunatic, even if he ran so far just for a sword that he had only heard of, and even injured himself.If the owner of Fengmo Mountain Villa is a lunatic, then he might be worse than a lunatic.

The blood slowly flowed on the sword of the underworld sword, and the black giant sword became a little more bloody, and Liu Qian's face was pale, but he couldn't hide the madness between the brows.Looking at the blood flowing down from his wrist, he smiled brightly, but it turned into evil and sinister in this bloody place.

The chains on the thousands of swords that formed the sword array were broken one by one, but the liberated sword was not as easy as liberating. Instead, it seemed to have been absorbed by something important and turned into a scrap iron full of rust marks and fell to the ground.

Sword Soul!Wu Yan knew what was missing, it was the sword soul.A person has a soul, without a soul, this person becomes an empty pit, and the same is true for a sword. Without the soul, the sword loses its vitality, and naturally it will not be sharp.A murder weapon without a sword edge naturally has no aura, and is just a piece of scrap iron.

Those sword souls were pulled out from the famous swords they lived in sojourn and hovered over the vast sword formation. They flew towards the end of the sky, but they were attracted by the dark sword below, and gradually pulled to the dark sword. was devoured.

One by one, the swords were separated from the sword formation and fell to the ground. The more bewitching Mingjian and Liuqian with a bigger smile became a frozen picture in front of Wu Yan.

Swinging the sword, what Wu Yan held in his hand was not a peerless sword, but just an ordinary iron tool, but at this moment it was not affected by the sword of the underworld.Wu Yan supported his tired and almost collapsed body, and stabbed Liu Qian's back chest with all his strength.

It was also Liuqian who was in the midst of extreme joy, and at the bottom of the cliff of the Baizhang abyss, he didn't expect anyone other than him to come in, and he was so negligent that he didn't realize that there was such a person lurking behind him.His eyes widened, and his bloodless face seemed to be out of shape. His anger made him turn around and fight back with the folding fan in his hand.

A large amount of blood overflowed from the back of his chest, no matter how unwilling he was, he could only fall down with hatred.

Wu Yan was seriously injured, he was hit by the folding fan, especially Liuqian's dying counterattack, he suffered such a blow that made him spit out a mouthful of blood. There was darkness in front of him, and he couldn't even stand up. .

"Wu Yan!" Leng Yu woke up from the dream, the sweat on his forehead wet the quilt, and the sweaty Leng Yu seemed to be still immersed in the dream that frightened him, unable to return to reality for a long time.

The person in the dream was covered with wounds all over his body, his once warm eyes lost their brilliance, and fell silently on the ground, without a smile, without sadness, without disappointment, and without breathing... The sadness of loss made Yuan Leng Yu, who thought he had become strong and indifferent, couldn't stand it, his heart was shaking violently. Without Wu Yan, would life still have glory?

Leng Yu just sat in the room alone for one night without lighting a candle. He was afraid that when he closed his eyes, he would still see Wu Yan soaked in blood. He really didn't want to see such a Wu Yan. time.

With his face buried in the darkness, Leng Yu opened the book next to the bed, and by the moonlight, the black writing on it came into view: "The spies near the leader: the leader of the demon sect disappeared a few days ago."Holding the note in the book, Leng Yu's hand that is often in contact with the sword slowly moved over the words, sinking those words in his heart.

"Wu Yan, where have you been?" A sigh came from the depths, and Leng Yu was full of inexplicable worries and disappointments.

Wu Yan is dying now. At the very least, he even feels that his soul is slowly leaving this body that does not belong to him. His head is so slow that he can't think of anything, and he doesn't think about any messy things. It's just tranquility , Eternal tranquility.

He didn't know that the dead Zhuli Qian of Fengmo Mountain Villa had turned into a mummy, and all the blood in his body had been sucked into the sword of the evil sect, and he didn't know that the thousands of swords had broken free from their chains but fell to the ground and became A pile of scrap iron.He didn't even know the changes of the evil sword in the world that day.

It was a change. It was originally an epee without a sharp edge, but now the burden on it has been shaken off, and pieces of metal that are impurities or the shell slowly fall off.The sword is in Weng Ming, laughing like a king, the layer that has fallen off the sword is solidified, cracked, and that layer is shaken off in the Weng Ming of the sword.

It was still a black sword, but it was at least half smaller than the giant sword floating in mid-air before. The hideous and terrifying hilt was covered with runes, and the center of the sword was dripping with dark red like a bloodstain. One can tell at a glance that this sword is definitely not a toy for ordinary children. The fierce breath makes the whole sword have a mysterious and cursed atmosphere.

Wu Yan fell to the ground, dying, not only the sword energy he received when he jumped off the cliff, but also the internal organs injured by Liu Qian's dying struggle.The sword was originally a murder weapon, and the murder weapon was born for killing. After plundering thousands of sword souls and flowing blood, the dark sword became dull, and the flowing dark red made it more bloody.The rustling sound came from the sword. It was not a sword noise, but the soul of the dead struggling in the underworld.

Blood was overflowing from the wound on Wu Yan's body. It was not flowing normally but more like being sucked out by some force. Wu Yan, who was already seriously injured, was barely breathing.

A transparent soul floated from the dying body, which cannot be seen by ordinary people, but Wu Yan's soul seemed to be solidified, but the closed eyes and floating state showed that this was not an ordinary body. It's Ah Piao.

The black sword revolved around the soul, and the sharp blade pierced into the soul's heart without shedding a drop of blood.

After piercing in, the sword that had become normal size slowly shrunk until it was completely retracted into Wu Yan's heart, and the soul became more solid, but the color gradually turned dark on it, which already showed the influence of this dark sword on him. .

Bloody ominousness emerged from the sky above the canyon. Wu Yan was lying in a sword formation with no one there, surrounded by thousands of swords that had lost their sword souls and fell around. The endless sword energy rushed to the sky. This was not pure sword energy. It is also mixed with the lamentation of wraiths and the struggle of endless souls. The sky is ominous, but this canyon is indeed the source.

Old Zhang, who was still eating roast chicken in the yard, shook his hands, seeing the sword energy soaring into the sky and feeling ominous, he dropped the chicken leg directly to the ground.

Mingjian was born!

And Leng Yu, who was sitting blankly in the dark, felt that something important had left him and disappeared, as if the feeling at that time was no longer there.

Heart, empty.

Leng Yu grasped his sleeves tightly, the lattice window was covered with blood red, hurriedly opened the door, Leng Yu didn't even wear shoes, a strong premonition told him that it was Wu Yan, and Wu Yan wanted to escape from his world. left.

The sky is covered by that color, endless colors, endless sadness falls on Leng Yu's heart.

He won't allow Wu Yan to leave him like this, he wants to see him!