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At Ash Mountain, Beigong Luan and the others had already retreated a thousand meters away, because the terrifying sword collision just now made it difficult for them to resist, even if it was Bei Gongluan who was half a step away from the Martial Emperor, if he hadn't retreated by himself If it is done in time, their lives may be in danger.

And after this movement that seemed to destroy the world, the entire area around the Ashkule Volcano fell into a terrible silence.

Countless trees of sand, stone, dust and smoke are constantly spinning in mid-air, like a hurricane raging, and there are some scattered swords during the period.

"Wang Shao, what's the matter?" Nangong Qinshan couldn't see what was happening in the crater, but just because of the movement just now, Nangong thought to himself that if he was in the middle of the sword intent just now, he would die.

Not to mention Nangong Qinshan, even Beigong Luan, a half-step Martial Emperor, would probably die under the circumstances just now.

After a few minutes, the dust finally settled and the hurricane dissipated. ,

Looking at the situation in front of them, Beigong Luan, Nangong Qinshan and others took a deep breath. Several surrounding hills have been razed to the ground, leaving only Mount Ash, still standing there, the top of the mountain White smoke is coming out.

"This……"

The foot of the mountain is a fiery red, countless volcanic magma has rushed out of the crater, some flowed down the mountain, and some were sucked into the air by the hurricane and kept spinning, as if the sky was full of fire and rain.

Wang Huai's body was on the ground hundreds of meters away. At this time, his body was covered with scars, bloody and bloody, and the dense white bones were almost shattered. There was not a piece of good flesh visible all over his body. If it weren't for his eyes still I am afraid that everyone will think that this is a dead person, and a tragic death.

The Fuxi sword that had been assembled was broken into two pieces and lay beside Wang Huai.

Wang Huai originally thought that after Fuxi's sword of life and death was combined, it would become an ordinary weapon, but he didn't expect that after the combination, it would become a holy weapon. It was only the last time Bai Bingning and her father combined the two swords together. At that time, Wang Huai's strength was too weak, so that he couldn't feel the sharpness and dominance of the holy weapon.

It's just that Wang Huai used this incomparable holy artifact in a real sense for the first time, and now he's lying beside him, broken.

Wang Huai felt a little emotional, he had used the Fuxi Sword for some time, and his feelings were deep, but now it is broken, which is a pity.

Wang Huai was panting heavily, and a feeling of dying permeated his surroundings. He could be sure that if Fuxi sword hadn't blocked part of the sword intent for him just now, and then he had the power of the tree of life, he would definitely be dead , dead without a whole body.

But even so, he was still severely injured, almost all the bones in his body were broken, the tendons were broken, and the flesh was rotten.

No matter how bad the recovery ability is, it may take ten days and a half a month.

Wang Huai knew that Beigong Chaos and the others must still be staring at him from a distance. At this time, if they rushed up to attack him, he would have absolutely no power to resist, but at least he could hide in the map of Shanhe Sheji, and wait Come out after recovering from the injury, and if he runs away, neither the Nangong family nor the Beigong family would dare to attack Lin Ruoxue. After all, as long as he doesn't die, he has the ability to come back and destroy the two families.

"Under the age of 30, you can comprehend the sixth-level sword intent and display such a powerful strength. You are very good." A pleasant voice came into Wang Huai's mind, like a seven or eight-year-old girl, It sounded directly in Wang Huai's sea of ​​consciousness.

"If you want to tell me, I'm a genius, I don't know, but it's about this time, don't worry about things like complimenting me, put it aside, and help me see how the Absolute Immortal Sword is doing, okay?" Wang Huai said to himself. Said to himself.

"Wait a minute, who is talking to me?" Wang Huai suddenly realized that he was about to turn over to see who was around him, but he almost passed out from the pain, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to stay awake. At this time, If he fainted, he would really have given his life and death to others. Besides, in such a dangerous place, how could there be a child of seven or eight years old.

"Don't look for it, don't you want to see me, I'm right in front of you." The voice continued.

"You are right in front of me?" Wang Huai was taken aback for a moment, and then he had a bolder idea, "Don't say it, you are the Absolute Immortal Sword."

Wang Huai heard Brother Pingtou say before that when the magic soldier has killed enough people and the level is high enough, a spirit body will be born, just like a monster becoming a spirit, it will have its own wisdom.

At that time, Wang Huai didn't take it seriously. For Wang Huai at that time, Brother Pingtou, as a dog, could have thoughts and talk to Wang Huai. This had refreshed Wang Huai's worldview. He was unwilling to believe that a table, A sword can also have wisdom to talk to humans.

But now it seems that it is really possible, Wang Huai doesn't know what to say, he can only say that this world is too crazy.

"Hmph, I am the sword spirit of the Absolute Immortal Sword, can't I?" The voice asked back with a little bit of complaint and playfulness.

"Okay, but you don't have to be so proud. You are a sword spirit, are you amazing? I am still the successor of socialism, am I proud?" Wang Huai said speechlessly. Now Wang Huai has no strength to resist, so he simply broke The jar is broken, talk nonsense to the other party first, and delay the time, as long as you give yourself a little time to recover, recover some strength, maybe you still have a chance.

"What? What is a socialist successor?" Wang Huai's words made Jian Ling a little confused.

"Don't worry, you beat me seriously, and even ran into my sea of ​​consciousness to act wildly. What exactly do you want to do? You're not here to show off. I admit that you are awesome, but you can't be humiliated. Is it necessary for me to run in front of me if I am seriously injured, or kill me if I have the guts." Wang Huai said.

"Puchi..." Sword Spirit actually let out a chuckle.

"Damn it, you're still laughing at me. You're bullying me too much. Take my 40-meter broadsword and I'll fight you for another [-] rounds!"

"I'm going to laugh at you, you're so hurt, and you're given a 40-meter sword, you might not even be able to hold a four-meter stick, braggart, hee hee."

"Huh?" Hearing what the other party said, Wang Huai was speechless. You laughed at me and I couldn't bear it, but you are still laughing?
However, from the tone of the other party, it can be heard that the sword spirit does not seem to have any malice towards Wang Huai.

"Forget it, don't tease you, I'm actually here to thank you."

"Thank me? Don't be joking. Although I was seriously injured, my IQ is still there. I have been beaten like this by you. You still thank me. Is it you who are sick or me?" Wang Huai smiled wryly.

"I didn't fight with you, I just watched you fight, not to mention, your strength is not bad at such a young age, you already have the strength comparable to the Martial Emperor, much stronger than those wastes of the Beigong family, If it depends on them, it will take thousands of years for this sword spirit to regain its freedom." The other party's voice actually carried a trace of gratitude.

"Restore freedom?" Wang Huai was a little puzzled, "What do you mean?"