Hidden Blade Chapter 81: Wait for 1 sword
() "Brother Xu, what kind of thing is your true spirit?" Mengliang helped Xu Han with a weak aura and strode towards the Tiance Mansion in a stride, but did not forget to ask.
"That is what the sword energy of Xingtian sword enters my body and it is something that is already refined from spiritual consciousness. I can't tell what this true spirit is." Xu Han said pale, but his brows were Deeply wrinkled.
He is connected to that Shura's blood. Naturally, we can really feel that Shura has been killed by the two powerhouses who left the dust. But at the same time, that Shura as a true spirit will not completely die out because of this. The violent movement of the blood element in his body at this moment illustrates this point very well. He didn't know whether such a change would bring any changes to the Xingtian Sword, and he was a little worried about it.
"Hurry up, the Xingtian sword is in Ziyu's hands, I'm afraid there will be a change." He said.
"Yeah." Mengliang was concerned about Fangziyu. Hearing Xu Han's words, his expression naturally changed. He nodded heavily, and said no more. But the speed of leaving with Xu Han was obviously faster.
Mengliang's heart is also full of many questions. For example, why is the Xingtian Sword of Cang Hai Liu in Xu Han's hands? For example, what is the relationship between Xu Han and Cang Hai Liu, and the Jian Ling in the Southern Wilderness? But these, in the face of Fangziyu's safety, are not worth mentioning to Mengliang.
"Here!"
"Front right."
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Xu Han commanded Mengliang with a pale expression. The two of them walked on this quiet Chang'an street for about a quarter of an hour, and there were no chasing soldiers in the back.
Xu Han thought secretly, perhaps the two powerhouses who had left the dust also paid a high price for killing that Asura true spirit, which made him feel a little relieved. But before Fang Ziyu's safety was confirmed, he still didn't dare to relax. At this moment, he was actually extremely weak, and the defeat of Scarlet Shura had a great impact on his mind. She relied on an amazing perseverance to force herself not to pass out.
About Moore's time passed by.
Zheng!
Suddenly there was a high-pitched sword cry from the depths of the alley, and then bursts of cold breath rippled.
Xu Han and Mengliang looked at each other.
It's over there!
Such thoughts surfaced in the two people's minds almost at the same time.
Without any hesitation, Mengliang's speed increased again a bit.
When they hurried to the entrance of the alley, the sight was a scarlet long sword whizzing out. His target was the eyebrows of a girl sitting on the ground. And there was still a dry corpse lying on the ground not far away.
"Ziyu!" After seeing the girl clearly, Mengliang let out an exclamation and was about to step forward.
But after all, he suffered a very serious injury, and because he was worried about Fang Ziyu's situation, regardless of the worsening of the injury along the way, he forcibly transferred his true essence. Seeing that Fang Ziyu was in danger at this moment, although he wanted to rescue him, he only mobilized his body's true essence, and there was a heartbreaking pain in his internal organs, and his body froze in place for a while. But the blood-colored long sword that whizzed away didn't mean to wait for him. He still stubbornly moved forward. In this short amount of effort, he had already come to a place less than half an inch from Fang Ziyu's eyebrows.
Seeing that the tragedy of Xiang Xiaoyu's death was about to happen, Xu Han, who was supported by Mengliang, suddenly stretched out his hand at that time, his five fingers opened, and his eyes lit up with scarlet red. Light.
The long sword that was whizzing away seemed to feel something at that time. His advancing speed suddenly slowed down, and then gradually returned to a static state. Its blade kept trembling, as if resisting something. Arrays of swords rang out from the sword, stern and long, like the helpless wailing of the most terrifying ghost in the world before being sealed.
Waiting for Xing Tianjian to be unable to resist Xu Han's will after all, after this seemingly short-lived, but actually extremely long one or two breaths for both Xu Han and Xing Tianjian, the blood on the long sword sword finally extinguished.
Kang Dang.
Then accompanied by a crisp sound, that fierce divine sword fell to the ground like iron.
Seeing that Fangziyu escaped from the dangerous Mengliang, it was too late to let out a sigh of relief. Xu Han, who was supported by him, tilted his head at that time, and finally passed out.
In the deserted alleys of Chang'an City, Fang Ziyu and Mengliang looked at the dried-up corpse on the ground, and then at the Xingtian sword lying silently on the ground. Word.
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From winter to spring, the ice and snow melt.
North of Da Zhou, east of Da Xia, west of Chen Guo.
Under the Yaqi Mountain, everything is resurrected, and spring is in awe.
Ning Zhumang frowned when he looked at the knife man sitting quietly at the foot of the mountain.
He has been here with this swordsman for several months. The swordsman said that he was waiting for his apprentice, so Ning Zhumang waited with him. The swordsman also wants to teach his apprentices what he has learned in his life. Ning Zhumang has an attitude of seeking others, and waiting for boredom, but also wants to do something. He not only waited for the swordsman to teach him. What he had learned, even passed his "Thousand-Character Sword Classic" from Linglong Pavilion to the boy.
This swordsman is a rare sword master in the world, and although Ning Zhumang’s swordsmanship is not outstanding, as the head of Linglong Pavilion, he is well aware of the swordsmanship contained in the "Thousand Characters Swordsmanship" How profound. In this short period of one or two months, the young man not only mastered the swordsman's sword technique, but also had a profound understanding of the "Thousand Characters Sword Classic".
Although due to the limitations of cultivation, many swords and swordsmanship cannot be displayed as one wishes. But as long as time goes by, once his cultivation reaches that level, Ning Zhumang believes that the swordsmanship or swordsmanship cultivation that this young man can show is enough to dignify all his peers in the world.
Ning Zhumang was impressive, but also quite happy.
It wasn't just a whim that he taught youth kendo. He felt a powerful sword intent from the young man's sword. Even if the sword intent was, Si Baikong, who was an immortal, had never possessed it. There is such a majestic sword intent in a sword that has been handed down for thousands of years. It is conceivable how powerful the former owner of this sword was at that time. Leaving aside these things, the talent displayed by this young man will eventually become a great young man. Even if this young man only remembers the bits and pieces of the good destiny today, it may be a bit of vitality for the now disintegrated Linglong Pavilion. Unknown.
Of course, for Ning Zhumang, all of this is just the last contribution he can make to the sect as the head of the Linglong Pavilion. What is really bothering him now is what is this swordsman waiting for?
"I said, when can we go up the mountain?" Ning Zhumang finally couldn't help but ask again after seeing the sitting swordsman for a long time.
It seems that he had expected this question a long time ago. At that time, a smile suddenly appeared on the face of the swordsman Gu Bo, who was not surprised. He raised his head, looked at Ning Zhumang and said, "Wait. "
"Waiting for what?" Ning Zhumang frowned~IndoMTL.com~His patience has almost been exhausted in these months of waiting.
The swordsman thought for a while. He was about to say something, but he didn't say anything. He seemed to sense something, his head suddenly lifted, and he looked towards the sky.
Ning Zhumang also looked up, and a figure there quickly approached it like a stream of light.
Although the person has not yet arrived, the sword intent that exudes from him has already whizzed out. Even at a distance of thousands of feet, Ning Zhumang can feel the majestic and majestic sword intent.
Ning Zhumang's expression changed, as he secretly wondered which power in the world could inspire such a majestic sword intent, the sitting swordsman suddenly stood up.
And the voice of the swordsman immediately rang in Ning Zhumang's ears at that time.
"Wait for a sword."
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