Hidden Blade Chapter 63: Choices

The night is getting deeper. ﹣﹣

The night wind is colder, and the moonlight is cooler.

But the killing outside the Southern Wilderness Sword Tomb is better than one breath.

The broken arms of those purple monsters can be seen everywhere, and the broken divine swords can be seen everywhere. They are no longer the loneliness and detachment in the sword tomb. They were broken and broken. They lay quietly on the southern wasteland, like a pile of scrap iron. When the wind blows and the rain falls, the scrap iron will rust and disappear.

They have also been held in the hands of someone, or swept across the world.

The sword spirit is placed on the body of the sword, but was born in the master of the sword. For sword spirits, they don't have the concept of death. For them, the real death can only be forgotten.

The one who once held them is everything to them.

But then, that person inevitably died. They were placed in Jianling. Following the ancient logic, guarding Jianling also guarded the story of the person who once held them tightly. In Jian Ling's eyes, as long as they remember them, they are still alive, always with them, and even inadvertently regard themselves as him.

This is something that is difficult to understand with human logic, but it really exists.

But now the sword is dead.

With those heartbreaking stories, and with the memories of those wonderful people, they will die forever.

Xu Han is not a person who can feel sad, but at this moment, the long sword is broken, and the sword spirits are turned into nothingness. Faced with such a scene, Xu Han can't help but feel his heart. Out of hostility.

The sword intent on the battlefield is getting stronger and stronger, but it's not because the swordsman's side has become more and more courageous, but because of the breath of the dead swords and sword spirits.

Xu Han's blood-red eyes attacked the big man again, and he didn't remember exactly how many times such an attack was.

He tried his best every time, but the other side also left no room for it.

The strength of the two sides is mostly between the elders, but the cultivators of the flesh immortals are really too tough. You come and I go with each other, murderous in every way, punches to the point, but in the end it is because of the other's powerful flesh With terrible resilience, it is difficult to kill the opponent.

"Coming soon", the brawny man nine feet away was covered in blood, but his eyes flashed with fierce scorching light.

He licked the blood on his lips, and tore off his ragged clothes, revealing his solid body like a cast of copper.

After he said this, he rushed towards Xu Han again, and fought with Xu Han.

Xu Han was anxious about the expanding casualties on the Jianling side. He wanted to quickly solve the man in front of him. He became more and more irritable, but both of them are rare powers in the world. Any change, on the contrary, was too impatient and lost the most basic judgment. Xu Han was repeatedly succeeded by the strong man, and he retreated again and again.

He was pushed back by the strong man again, and the other party frowned. He didn't feel half happy about his chance of winning, but he said very unhappy, "Hey, what's the matter with you guys, just fight well? Fight, look around and hope for a good life."

Xu Han's brows were sober and there was no mentality to taunt the brawny man. He glanced at the situation on the ground again. Wang Yangming urged the sword spirits to stand far away in the sky, unable to participate in the war, and he was densely covered. His sword intent was connected to the sword mausoleum, and without clearing most of the sword spirits, there was obviously no way to cause much damage to him.

The front line opened by the sword spirits is also constantly eroded by those purple monsters, and the sword spirits die at every breath. At the same time, even Meng Liang Xuan'er and others were gradually showing fatigue in such a long fierce battle.

Xu Han knows that this is no way to go on. Whether it is for these brazen sword spirits or for himself, he must get rid of the strong man in front of him, and then defeat the skinny monk before he can win for himself. First-line wins.

Thinking of Xu Han's right arm stretched out suddenly, his eyes flashed with purple light, and the flesh and blood on the exposed right arm was squirming, as if something was about to emerge from the cocoon of that right arm.

The strong man squinted his eyes and looked at Xu Han's right arm, and said, "What is this?"

The purple light in Xu Han's eyes became more and more intense, he said in a cold voice, "The thing that takes your life"

He has waves of majestic demon energy on his right arm. It belongs to the right arm of the demon monarch of Dayuan Mountain. Among the nine demon caves, there is still the last demon cave that has not been opened. Once the last demon cave is opened, the power of this right arm will be completely unlocked. That is the power of the demon king. Even if it is just a right arm, this power is enough to match the ordinary immortals, and Xu Han is in the fairyland. The physical body, the power of the two combined, is unimaginable how powerful it is.

Xu Han didn't use this thing because he was afraid that the power of his right arm would still be difficult for him to control, and what was even more afraid was that the demon **** in his body was waiting for an opportunity at this time. But now, there are obviously not many choices before Xu Han.

So after he finished speaking, his face became more and more gloomy, and he yelled "The Ninth Demon Lair is open"

The last word "open" reached the throat, only half of it spit out, then suddenly stopped.

A handsome face came to Xu Han's eyes, his eyes with stars in them looked at Xu Han with a smile, and then he whispered, "It's okay to play, but it's not okay."

Speaking, the man stretched out a hand and raised his index finger, which looked light and fluttering, but in fact he was carrying a wind and thunder, rolling the clouds and tides, and hitting Xu Han's eyebrows.

All this came very quickly, but in the blink of an eye, the next moment Xu Han's body quickly fell like a severe injury, and finally fell under Wang Yangming's body severely.

And the black monk who repelled Xu Han stood in the air with his sleeves and smiled, "The people in the sky want your life. This is very interesting. I want to see what kind of thing you are, and will it be with you? This King Sword Immortal is generally interesting, so I will save your life."

Xu Han stood up. He didn't suffer any injuries. He didn't understand why this Tibetan king was like this. Of course he didn't understand the meaning of his words, but when he frowned, he wanted to push himself up again. His face suddenly changed when he's right arm.

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

Although such a seal is not strong, as long as he is given a stick of incense for about time, he can break the seal, but on such a battlefield, a stick of incense time is enough to leave a few swords in the place. Most of the spirits were killed and injured.

His complexion changed for a while, and finally he flew up to Wang Yangming's side, and said anxiously, "Uncle, I have found a way to break the enemy, you first call back the sword spirit and turn offense to defense. To reduce casualties, I can break through the enemy's formation in just a stick of incense."

In Xu Han's opinion, this is the best way to do this now. Only in this way can they win the first line of life for them, and at the same time reduce the casualties of the sword spirits as much as possible~IndoMTL.com~ But it was Wang Yangming that he did not expect. His complexion was silent, as if he hadn't heard what he was saying, and still urging the sword spirits to rush, dance, and then die in the enemy's formation.

"Uncle" Xu Han was puzzled by Wang Yangming's move. His tone was inevitably louder and anxious at that time.

At this moment, Wang Yangming seemed to have heard Xu Han's shout and looked sideways at Xu Han. He calmly asked, "Can't you see that they are much better than us."

Xu Han was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "But they all rely on that person to mobilize their degrees. As long as I have time to break through the demon arm's forbidden, I can kill that person, and then these monsters will Make a mess, and at least reduce the combat power by more than half, so we have a chance to defeat them one by one."

"Victory is also a terrible victory. When they come back in the future, how shall we defend against the enemy" Wang Yangming asked.

Xu Han was a little puzzled about what Wang Yangming was worrying about at the moment. He once again said, "After this time, we can have something to say, how can I be like this, Uncle?"

"Confused?" Wang Yangming's face suddenly showed a smile, "I'm not confused, I can see some things better than you."

Almost at the stall where the two were talking, nearly a thousand sword spirits died in battle, and the remaining thirty-six thousand sword spirits are now less than ten thousand.

"Uncle what does this mean" Xu Han asked anxiously and angrily.

Wang Yangming turned his head to look sideways at the sword spirits fighting on the battlefield. The sky of sword light reflected on his old profile. His face was fanatical and paranoid, and even had a vaguely ferocious taste.

He lowered his voice and murmured in a tone almost like a ghost.

"It's easy."

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

"And you can live only if they are all dead"