In the darkness, there were wailing everywhere, but the scene in front of me was strange.

In the darkness, countless sword demons kept retreating, and large pieces of black air continued to emerge from their bodies under the light.

They surrounded them layer by layer with a group of sword cultivators whose number was far less than that of sword demons, and their strength was simply not proportional to them.

Above the head, the light gathered into a sword, like the sun underground!

If the outside world is stunned and incredible about the changes in the two lists, the sword cultivators will definitely be shocked to see the scene in front of them.

There is no bloody battle. It’s like walking around with a lightsword overhead and getting all the results.

Not to mention when the Sword Prison is out of control, even under normal conditions, no sword cultivator can survive so easily in the Sword Prison.

But at this time, Qin Yu's face was not relaxed.

Because, although the sword demons were still wailing and were in great pain under the light, their retreat was getting slower and slower.

Moreover, there are too many sword demons, so many that they are boundless. They seem to be lost in the vast ocean. They die one after another, and they are not seen at all. There are signs of a decrease in sword demons.

Intuition tells Qin Yu that the lightswords' damage to the sword demons may continue. But their retreat will stop at some point... Because, as the sword demons retreat more and more slowly, the darkness in the sword prison is becoming stronger.

It is as sticky as ink, and it can swallow everything in a rolling way.

These thick darkness covers the surface of the sword demon's body, probably like a protective film, and now this film is getting thicker and thicker.

Qin Yu was not sure whether the power of the lightsaber could support them and enter the core level of the Sword Prison. What Xu Jing said in his mouth was the legend about the seal of Yanran Mountain, which is likely to be a fact.

Since he let him go deep into the Sword Prison, perhaps the purpose is to exist in the seal in the core level of the Sword Prison.

A peerless fairy sword?

...

Kaitian Sword Sect.

The sect formation was opened, countless sword breaths raged, and internalized into a sea of ​​swords.

Not far from the stone steps, beside an open-air round table, Ruoru sat opposite him, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Hey? Are you so ruthless? We all have a sister game at least. We used to play together in the world."

The coquettish voice sounded, gentle and gentle, revealing a hint of grievance.

As he said that, the teapot was caught and poured himself a cup of tea.

This hand is very beautiful, and it actually gives people a sense of perfection. Even every texture of the skin on the hand is just right.

Adding a little bit or a slight change is a blasphemy to beauty.

"Can you drink it?" Ruo Rou's face was expressionless.

The coquettish voice sounded again, "Does it be my business or not, whether to give me tea is your problem."

After pausing, she smiled "hehe" and said, "Liuli, don't say it, your name sounds very interesting. After all, as a ferromagnetic sister, you know me well. We are born to be a tomboy who is not happy with meat."

Ruo Li raised her eyes, her eyes were cold, "So, you just want to eat me?"

"Oh, don't say it's so direct. I just thought about it but didn't do it."

"You think about it, it's enough."

"Don't be angry with the liu. How dare I eat you? We have a good sister. I'm still waiting for you to save me."

Put the meat down the teacup, and a "pop" sound, "Qin Yu, you can't eat it either."

He paused with a beautiful palm holding the cup and said helplessly: "Good sister, are you a little too domineering? I've been suppressed for many years and have been hungry for a long time. I finally met a boy who tasted pretty good."

The fleshy eyes were even colder, "If you don't agree, you can do it now and try to eat me...or be killed by me."

There was a dead silence.

In the air, countless trajectories are like swimming fish

The sword breath gathered from all directions and kept slashing on the beautiful palm of the hand holding the teacup. The moment it touched, it was directly smashed into pieces, but it failed to cause any damage to the palm.

It's really nothing, even the hair is intact.

"Okay, okay, then let me listen to my sister. I won't eat him." Beautiful put down the cup with her palm and tapped the table gently, "Sister, do you dare to make a bet with me?"

"Betting if he dares to go in?"

Bang-

He snapped his fingers and smiled, "Sister is smart. No wonder he lives more comfortably than me now. As long as he dares to go in, I will lend him this hand for a while, and it will definitely not make things difficult at all. But if he dares..."

Ruo Rou said lightly: "He dares not, I will cut off my arm and help you with your body."

"Sister, please feel free, let's make up for it!"

...

Hanfrost Sword Sect.

The formation of the protector sect was opened, and Han Zhengyang announced to the public that he would go into seclusion and seek the method of opening the sword prison. On the main peak, fourteen elders of the sword sect were summoned and stood at the corresponding position according to the guidance of the sword breath.

They didn't know what to do next, but no one dared to disobey the orders of the sect leader.

The abdomen of the mountain was hollowed out, and a sword formation was secretly built to hide it. Han Zhengyang, who has now announced his retreat, is standing at the sword formation hub.

Opposite him was an old sword cultivator with pale hair and extremely shriveled face, which gave people the feeling of a piece of rotten wood, with extremely weak vitality and would die at any time.

But in this extremely terrifying body, it contains extremely terrifying sword breath, like a vast river and sea.

"It's here, I finally waited for this day. OK, hahaha, okay!" The old sword cultivator laughed to the sky and gasped for a while.

The fragile body cannot even withstand the pull caused by the ups and downs of the chest at this time brings a burst of heart-wrenching pain.

Han Zhengyang said in a deep voice: "Master, please take care of yourself."

The old sword cultivator in front of him was the previous sect leader of the Hanfrost Sword Sect. He had a great reputation as "Swords Are Out of Spring", but more than a thousand years ago, he had already claimed to be transformed.

Unexpectedly, he actually lived to this day.

The old sword cultivator gasped for a few breaths and waved his hand, "It's okay, the master is going to go soon, there is no need to worry about this much."

He looked directly at Han Zhengyang, and his dim eyes burst out with glare at this moment, "Remember, this opportunity, I, countless generations of sword cultivators of the Hanfrost Sword Sect, have been waiting for many years, and finally waited for you."

"At any cost, you must take the seal into your hands. As long as you refine it, you will be able to break through the Gate of Heaven and Man and become the first Emperor's sword cultivator in the world. In the future, you will be called the ancestor of the sect, carry forward the Hanfrost Sword Sect and establish it as the orthodox sword art!"

Han Zhengyang bowed and bowed, "Master, please rest assured. The disciples will do their best and will never let you down the expectations of you and the ancestors...but, all the elders outside the Sword Peak are all pillars of my Sword Sect..."

"The benevolence of a woman!" The old sword cultivator looked fierce and stared at him, "Remember, everything in this world needs to be paid, this is a very fair deal. A group of elders of the Sword Sect, even me, will die if they die. You must get the seal, and you will definitely not be able to lose it!"

Han Zhengyang lowered his head, "Yes, Master."

...

The sword prison is deep, as dark as ink.

The sword demon retreated slowly and slowly, and the lightswords on everyone's heads were constantly shrinking.

It's almost to the limit!

The deep darkness makes people feel extremely depressed and it is extremely difficult to breathe. Except for Qin Yu, no one knows why they are coming here.

The members of the Yuba team dare not disobey the great elder's intentions, and Qin Yu chose to go deeper, so they could not leave.

As for the people of the South China Sea Sword Sect... they have no choice. They can leave anytime they want, but they may be torn to pieces as soon as they leave the lightsaber illumination range.

"Sect Master." Zhang Shushan suddenly

Open the mouth.

Qin Yu turned around and looked at him, "Has he reached the limit?"

The light-emitting runes on their foreheads have now released high temperatures, causing the surrounding flesh and blood to dry up, and everyone is suffering.

This is just what you see on the surface. The driving force of runes requires them to lose their own strength. Although it only plays a role like a catalyst, the loss is not too large. However, it can be maintained for a long time and will also cause a heavy burden.

Zhang Xiashan took a look, and the other members of the team gritted their teeth and said, "Disciple can hold on for a while..."

Qin Yu thought for a while, "If we still find nothing in half an hour, we will leave here."

"Thank you, Sect Master!" Zhang Xiashan looked grateful.

The extremely depressing atmosphere in the team was relieved with this sentence. I kept going deep into the sword prison, not knowing the goal or the end, which was a huge torment for everyone.

Now there is finally hope.

As time passed, in the thick darkness, accompanied by the sarcasm and roar of the sword demons, the team moved forward slowly little by little.

Half an hour passed.

Qin Yu stopped, and the darkness was still dark, and there was no change from before. At least in his senses, no difference was found.

Have you failed?

Qin Yu was a little unwilling to give up, but he knew very well that Zhang Xiashan and others had indeed reached the limit of endurance. To be more precise, it was already the limit half an hour ago.

It was just because Qin Yu gave hope and stimulated their potential that he had persisted for another half an hour.

We can't continue to move forward, otherwise Zhang Shushan and the others would definitely die. After losing the lightsaber, Qin Yu was not sure that he could break out a bloody path around countless people.

Taking a deep breath, Qin Yu's eyes were about to speak, but the darkness suddenly surged in front of him.
To be continued...