Eternal Tianzong

Chapter 180 Nameless Sword Tomb, Ten Thousand Swords Punish Your Heart!
When the sky and the earth were dark and there was no light, Lingmiao Peak was shrouded in endless chill and despair. On the last step near the peak, more than ten figures stood still, and through their terrified eyes, they could be seen Not a peaceful heart.

Among them, the three people who stood on the last ten steps performed even more strangely, revealing extraordinary things.

Situ Ling, who had just stepped onto the No.90 staircase, closed her eyes tightly, and on her smooth forehead, a sea-blue talisman appeared, as bright as a star.

In the void above her head, a blue ancient seal hangs and stands, the sea tide rolls, and the starlight falls, reflecting the surrounding area. Situ Ling is bathed in the starlight, and the sound of the ebb and flow of the tide can be faintly heard in her ears, and she feels unprecedented peace and tranquility .

The darkness of the outside world seemed to be cut off by the bright starlight and had nothing to do with her.

Going up to the fourth step, Wu Yue, who stepped on the fourth step of No.90, only felt that he was in a world of swords. To be precise, it was a sword mound.

Hundreds of millions of remnant swords stand among them, or the remnant soldiers are broken, or the blades are notched, or the cracks are all over the place, or they are full of rust.
The world was filled with terror and despair. Wu Yue stepped on the sword mound, looking at the broken soldiers and broken swords everywhere. The wind blew like a blade and cut the skin.

Wu Yue didn't realize it, walking in the nameless sword mound, stroking a broken sword blade with his fingertips, letting the sword wind blow his body, and the sword energy invaded his body, his heart felt sad and inexplicably sad, he could only feel every sword wind, every ray The sword energy penetrated through the skin and penetrated into the flesh, leaving sword marks in his heart.

My heart is lonely, and my body is covered in bruises!
In this way, Wu Yue stepped like a mountain. In this world where there is nothing but the broken sword, he walked farther and farther, with no purpose, no direction, and blood spilled all the way. He stood upright like a sword, walked like a mountain, and never stopped for a moment.

I don't know when, his brows were full of sorrow, and the seven-foot man's eyes were full of tears. Every time he stroked a broken sword, a sword mark was added in his heart, leaving a story about the sword.

It's not pain, it's heartbreak.

I don't know how far I have walked, I don't know how long I have been walking, it seems to have traveled all over the mountains and rivers, and walked through the vicissitudes of life.

At this time, Wu Yue was like a skeleton, except for the pale skeleton, there was not a trace of hair and flesh left. Through the eerie ribs, one could faintly see a heart that was covered in bruises on the left chest, which seemed to be beating naturally.

Stopping in his tracks, Wu Yue raised his head in a daze, and there seemed to be two points of spiritual light in his hollow, dark pupils, and he stared quietly ahead. In the center, there was not a single sword standing within a hundred meters radius, but on the empty ground, there was a black sword without a sword. The ancient epee stands among them.

Majestic and majestic, there seems to be a sword edge humming, hundreds of millions of broken swords mourn like a song, the wind of the sword ceases, and a scene of mountains and rivers, the sun, the moon and the universe is swayed.

A hundred meters around, there are no thousands of swords, only one Wufeng epee is intact, standing in the center, as thick as a mountain.

Wu Yue was in a daze. He knew this sword. When he stepped on the No.90 ladder and experienced the ancient battlefield, the epee in his hand was the same as it. If he remembered correctly, this sword should be called Xingyun.

"Crack. Crack"

Feeling the indistinct sound of calling from the Xingyun epee, Wu Yue's heart was shaken, and in a trance, he had unknowingly walked up to him, the sound of cracking, cracking bones was extremely ear-piercing, and there were many broken swords in this place In this world, it looks extremely strange and terrifying.

The epee trembled lightly and buzzed non-stop, as if feeling Wu Yue's approach, the deep sword chant became more and more urgent, seemed to be excited, but also seemed to be urging, and even the entire sword mound trembled.

Qing Yue's high-pitched sword chant sounded one after another, like thunder from the sky, or like a dragon's chant, resounding throughout the entire world.

However, at this moment, Wu Yue seemed to have nothing in his mind, only the Wufeng epee in front of his eyes, and he couldn't hear any sound in his ears.

Without too much hesitation, Wu Yue stretched out his pale bone hand and firmly held the hilt of the Xingyun heavy sword amidst the urging sword chant of the Xingyun heavy sword.

The dark sword light was shining soaring to the sky, and the sword chant was high-pitched, like the clouds rising from the peak of the sky, Wu Yue's eyes flickered, holding the sword in both hands, his chest and heart suddenly beat violently.

Amidst a long howl, Wu Yue surged up with great strength, and slowly pulled out the Xingyun epee from the vast land.

The epee is like a mountain. Since the sword was made, in the long river of endless years, the sword's edge has been immortal since ancient times. After vicissitudes of life, no one has been able to hold it in the palm of its hand. He was buried in Jianzhong.

The mighty sword chant rises, the momentum is like the sky, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, hundreds of millions of broken swords are clanging, it seems that they are also happy for the birth of Xingyun.

However, at the moment when the Xingyun epee completely broke away from the ground, was pulled up by Wu Yue, and held in his hand, he was not happy in the future. Suddenly, the earth shook and the mountains began to shake, and the entire sword mound began to gradually collapse.

Hundreds of millions of broken swords burst out of the ground, gathered like a dragon, like a river of swords in the sky, in Wu Yue's horrified eyes, they fell down, and the sword pointed directly at Wu Yue's heart, as if punished by heaven.

"what"

"Boom. Boom."

Amidst a burst of tragic wailing, a pair of broken swords pierced through Wu Yue's body and passed through Wu Yue's heart. Although he had turned into a skeleton, the excruciating pain penetrated into the depths of his soul.

The wailing stopped, hundreds of millions of broken swords continued to cut through the heart, Wu Yue had no energy left to howl, standing on the sword with one hand, half kneeling on the ground, at this moment, even death and coma became a luxury.

However, what Wu Yue didn't know was that every time he was hit by a sword, the sword marks on his heart would fade a bit, and a tiny vein would appear on his body, and his pale bones would also be stained. There was a layer of black, and gradually turned to pitch black, like ink and jade.

The world is still collapsing, and the sword attack is still going on. At this time, in the hall on the top of Lingmiao Peak outside, everything is still, only a ray of glazed sword light pierces the sky.

In Duanchou's eyes, there was only the stagnant and proud figure in the distance, but he didn't know that there had already been shocking waves in the quiet and stable virtual world.

A black and simple epee without a front, in the imaginary space, rushing from left to right, as if entering a no-man's land, the sword intent is like a mountain, cutting across the sky, swaying continuous sword aura, overlapping and swaying.

If it weren't for the space barrier in the system virtual world, which is strong and invincible, far from being comparable to ordinary space magic weapons, this sword has already smashed the space and escaped.

Even so, many magic weapons and utensils in the imaginary world also suffered innocent disasters. Most of them were cut by the sword energy, and they were damaged in some cases, or destroyed in severe cases.

Fortunately, the rage of the dark epee only lasted for a short moment. When Duanchou forced out the golden and jade ancient sword, and when the two were fighting, sword 23, the sword's momentum was exhausted, and the dark epee in the imaginary world fell into the trap again. silence.

(End of this chapter)