Chapter 289: Two hundred and eighty-nine pure gold essence
With that trace of warmth, Zhao Chun struggled to get out of the dark tide and stepped onto the Flame Pattern Round Temple.
Without any evil spirits infiltrating her body, the golden crow blood and fire in her Dantian began to flow warmth along her meridians to her limbs. She moved her fingers slightly, and after seeing that she could move freely, she raised her head to look at the woman again.
The two of them were clearly close at hand, but the other's skin and face were white and nothing could be seen clearly. Zhao Chun could sense that this woman was definitely not human. In fact, she had never even had a physical body. Illusive images only become real when touched.
"Thank you for your help, senior." Zhao Chun cupped his hands and said thanks, but the woman covered her face with her hands, and then turned into a white light and escaped towards the scabbard in her hand.
The white light was not very dazzling, but emitted a soft halo in the deep darkness. Zhao Xuan's heart moved, and he placed the scabbard on the white light and let go. He saw the white light gently lifting the scabbard and rising. , slowly flew towards the center of the round temple.
She also followed, looking around the round temple.
To be honest, this Fangyuan Temple is more like a round pavilion in black water. It has no walls on all sides. There is a tripod table at the entrance where incense and black tablets are enshrined. Walking past the tripod table, you can see that it is very empty inside. , except for a huge coffin in the middle, there is nothing else.
The coffin is very high. If it were standing on the same plane, it would be a head taller than Zhao Chun. Therefore, during the construction, a depression was cut out in the center of the round temple, and the coffin was placed in the depression so that ordinary people could view it from above.
What Zhao Shun did not expect was that the coffin had not been sealed, or even had no lid at all, and there were no traces of sealing on the walls. Looking from where she stood, she could only see There is a long black sword in the coffin. Even though the owner of the sword has been dead for many years, the edge of the sword is still sharp and sharp!
She saw a snow-white clear light staying at the hilt of the sword. Different from the white light that the woman turned into, this clear light was very familiar to Zhao Chun. She thought about it for a moment and couldn't help but secretly thought in her heart, the spirit of the ginseng child?
Just as he was thinking about it, Bai Mang had already sent the scabbard of the sword to the top of the coffin. Seeing this, the spirit of Ginsengtong below also carried the sword of Master Zhantian up.
The scabbard and the lost sword were combined, and the lost sword returned to its sheath. Suddenly, the long sword shook, and the Yuan Temple was torn into pieces, and the sky was filled with tidal waves!
“Boom!”
The dazzling long sword cracked a broken mark from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and then several broken marks appeared on the sword like a spider web, lonely In the dark world, only the sound of cracking gold and stone can be heard.
The initial broken marks were like a sign before the storm came. As more and more broken marks appeared, the long sword began to wither!
Zhao Shun saw Bai Mang transforming into a woman again and lying on the coffin. She seemed to regard this as the end of everything. She covered her face with her hands and cried. No one could explain the sadness in front of her. The sadness in Zhao Shun's mind is a deep unwillingness and hatred, so her sadness is the last note of grief, endless regret and hopelessness.
The long sword finally broke into pieces and turned into a brilliant flying star, falling on the black tide, like the sky on a summer night, like the loneliness before dawn.
A silver iron stone the size of a fist emerged from the flying star. It was in the shape of a hexagon, without any luster. It was as ordinary as ordinary iron. Zhao Shun took it into his hand, but it turned out to be nothing. He couldn't hold it, so he had to use his true energy to lift it up, so that it could fall safely into his hand.
"Six-sided shape, dark silver color, not protected by precious light, and as heavy as a mountain." This was recorded by Bo Wenlou, which is an overview of the pure gold essence, and also combined with the thing in her hand The appearance of the sword is "quenched and infused with mystery, and when it sees gold, it becomes sharp. Whether it is a sword that is returned to kill or left behind, the sword body is mysterious and black. I think it is for this reason."
Before Zhao Chun could put away the pure gold essence, his wrist was suddenly shaken open by a huge force. The silver iron stone immediately flew up and fell into the empty coffin with a clang. The woman looked up in shock.
Where the two looked, a dark shadow appeared, and finally turned into a man holding a sword, with a tall and straight body and a resolute and solemn face.
“Come.” He was undoubtedly talking to Zhao Chun. He raised the sword in his hand and pointed it directly at her neck.
That sword is extremely familiar. What else could it be if it wasn't the sword left by Master Zhantian?
The person in front of me...or rather, is not a person!
Looking at him in hunting robes, his face was solemn, and his two eyes as dark as ink were lifeless. Zhao Chun did not feel the slightest sword intention from him. He pointed at him. The tip of the sword is just like a person practicing swordsman in the ordinary world. There is only a simple sharp light, but no sword light or sword light.
"That is the sword servant," the woman's ethereal and gentle voice sounded, "defeat him, and you will be qualified to take away what the venerable left."
Hearing this, Zhao Shun's expression changed slightly, not because of the second half of the sentence, but because of the word "sword servant" in the previous sentence.
In the five realms of swordsmanship, sword intention is the top, and then there are three points of sword intention, condensing the heart of the sword, casting the soul outside the heart, opening the sword realm, until the ten thousand swords are unified, a total of nine realms.
According to the book in the Bowen Tower, the Sword Soul takes the sword as its servant, and it is a sword servant. This means that before the death of Master Zhantian, his swordsmanship had reached at least the Sword Soul realm!
This is the most profound person in swordsmanship she has ever met since she started practicing!
Zhao Chun's eyes narrowed, knowing that the gap between the two was as big as heaven and earth, but he did not retreat. He raised his right hand horizontally, and the black sword immediately fell into the palm of his hand. The sword blade and the sword servant's hand were long. The sword swung hard!
“Come!”
The sword servant’s eyes were dull, as if he was blind. When the long sword in his hand was swung, his feet remained motionless, but his face stagnated for half a minute.
The next moment, he suddenly rose up and slashed at Zhao Chun with his sword!
The opponent had no cultivation at all, and did not use the power of the sword. He only fought with simple and extremely simple skills. Zhao Xun frowned slightly, then sank his true energy, and withdrew all the sword energy and wind. Get up and confront the sword servant brazenly!
Without the help of her true energy and swordsmanship, she seemed to be like a child again. When the two swords crossed each other, the huge force coming from the sword edge made the hand holding the sword unbearably numb. !
The sword servant formed by the venerable sword soul is so terrifying. The two of them could only make ten sword moves, but Zhao Chun had already retreated continuously, and was only a hair away from falling into the black water!
"His sword moves move smoothly without any delay or delay. Therefore, without using any real energy or practicing swordsmanship, he can still produce ten times more power than ordinary people!" Zhao Xun used it here. Ordinary people use themselves as the benchmark. If it is an ordinary sword cultivator, the gap between the sword servant and the sword servant will be even more permeable!
"This is, the skill is perfect."
She poured her strength and softness into the sword. After a moment's evaluation, she only came to the conclusion that the power had been doubled. When the sword servant struck again, her feet retreated. The round temple will sink into the black water.
The black water is cold and cold. If you enter it, you will have no chance of winning. Zhao Chun's heart turned over and over again. He looked down at the flying stars floating on the water. He immediately jumped up and stepped on the broken sword of the lost sword. The broken sword Just as she thought, Hen did not sink into the water, allowing her to use her strength to get up!
The sword servant Su Rong came to kill. Every time he struck the sword, Zhao Chun retreated into the next piece of broken sword. She gritted her teeth and held the sword, knowing that continuing like this was not the answer. She always retreated, but there was always no way to retreat. time.
Second update to follow
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