Ancient Martial God

Too much like Ye Ling. .\\nCOM

More than just a resemblance, not to mention their facial features, even their bodies are similar. The only difference is their age and temperament.

If it weren't for the age and temperament of the statue, and the fact that it was carved and left behind by the King of Swords with his sword, Xiao Yun would really think of this statue as Ye Ling.

The statue has a rather mature temperament, about thirty years old.

And Ye Ling is only sixteen years old. Even though she looks similar, she doesn't have such mature temperament.

The most important thing is that the statue has been around for at least a hundred years.

"I didn't expect there to be such similar people in the world." Xiao Yun sighed, but he didn't find it strange. There were too many people in the world, so it was normal to have one or two similar people.

Looking at the lifelike statue, Xiao Yun suddenly noticed a line of dents of different thicknesses on the wall. Because they were relatively hidden and covered with dust, it was difficult to see them without looking carefully.

Xiao Yun flicked his hand, and a line of font was revealed, "I sealed the heavenly sword in the body of my beloved to protect his future generations..."

What's the meaning?

Xiao Yun frowned.

The literal meaning is easy to understand, but the meaning contained in it is difficult to figure out. What is this heavenly sword? Could it be the weapon of the Sword King?

Sealed in the body of the beloved, then could this statue be the Sword King's beloved, so the Heavenly Sword is sealed inside?

After staring at the statue for a moment, Xiao Yun put his thoughts away.

Although I also want to get the Heavenly Sword, but I want to destroy this statue to get the Heavenly Sword. What is the difference between this and a robber? Moreover, this statue resembles Ye Ling, and Xiao Yun would not be able to destroy it based on this alone.

Seeing that the statue was covered with dust, Xiao Yun waved his hand, and his sword energy surged, kicking up bursts of dust. As the dust settled, the statue took on a new look.

"Senior, I have just offended you, and I hope you will forgive me." Xiao Yun bowed his hands to the statue.

Suddenly, the statue's eyebrows lit up.

Rumble…

The stone wall next to the statue trembled violently, and then cracked. There was a secret room inside, and there were two knives stuck on the floor of the secret room.

One handle is extremely white, like a cicada's wing, thin and slender.

The other was a heavy black sword, similar to a zanma sword, but thicker and heavier than a zanma sword, and the blade shone with a cold light, obviously extremely sharp.

Both swords represent the two paths of sword cultivation, light swords and heavy swords.

What a knife!

Although he has never tried these two knives, Xiao Yun knows at a glance that these two knives are absolutely extraordinary. Even the Thousand Refined Iron Swords or the knives with black iron may not be able to compare with these two knives. .

At this time, Xiao Yun noticed a stone tablet next to the two swords, with eye-catching large characters on it, and the meaning of the sword was circulating in the characters.

If it hadn't been a hundred years since the sword was left behind and the power of the sword's intention had dropped to its extreme, a hundred years ago, these sword's intention alone would have been enough to blind Xiao Yun's eyes.

"Being able to open this secret room shows that you have an upright mind and are not an evildoer. The statue was carved by me for my beloved, and it contains dozens of strange poisons in the world. If you forcefully attack it, the strange poisons will spread out. Although It won’t cause death, but it can break an arm or even destroy the air sea.”

Seeing this, Xiao Yun secretly rejoiced. Fortunately, he didn't think of taking action against the statue, otherwise he would be infected with the strange poison and would be truly crippled even if he didn't die.

"These two knives are the two knives I used in my early years. Later, the two knives broke into pieces. After I obtained the Heavenly Sword, I used many materials to refine them into the embryos of spiritual weapons. Although they failed to become spiritual weapons in the end, their The toughness far exceeds that of ordinary weapons, and even dark iron weapons are far inferior to them."

"Now, they belong to you, and I hope you can make good use of them."

After reading this, Xiao Yun had a strange look on his face. After taking a deep look at the two knives, he immediately stretched out his hand and released his true energy from the air to capture them.

chant!

The moment he pulled out the two swords, the sound of two swords came out.

The sound of the cicada-wing knife is extremely weak, giving people a vague feeling. If you don't listen carefully, you won't hear the sound of its knife at all.

The black heavy sword is completely opposite. Its sword sound is loud and thick, as powerful as a peak.

The moment the two knives came into contact, Xiao Yun had the feeling that they had become one with himself, and as the sword's aura poured in, a faint sword light appeared on the blade.

It is indeed a good knife!

Xiao Yun was very satisfied with these two knives. Although they were not spiritual weapons, they were already the best knives among spiritual weapons. They were more than enough to withstand his own sword intent.

The point is, these two knives are quite peculiar.

The Cicada Wing Knife in particular is so thin and light that even the back is like a blade. It can also be bent and used as a shoulder strap.

After turning into a shoulder strap, if you don't look carefully, you won't be able to tell that it is a knife.

As for the heavy black sword, Xiao Yun replaced it with the horse-killing sword on the spot.

Xiao Yun exited the secret room and the stone door was closed again. At this moment, four figures appeared in the distance, and the leader was none other than Mo Wu.

"Senior Brother Xiao." Mo Wu looked surprised.

"Why are there only a few of you?" Xiao Yun couldn't help but ask.

"They are all separated. Now we are looking for Senior Brother Yu Canglang and the others." Mo Wu said, at this time, a disciple of the Wuzong who was covered in blood rushed out from the left

"Senior Brother Mo Wu, we are being surrounded and killed..." the disciple cried, his body trembling, not knowing whether it was because of fright or something else.

"Surrounding and killing? Who did it?" Mo Wu's expression changed drastically.

"It's Lou Lan and the others we met earlier. They teamed up to surround us and threatened to drive out all the disciples of our five sects." The disciple said quickly.

Kill them all...

Mo Wu's face darkened, and the other three disciples turned pale.

"Where are the rest of the people?" Mo Wu asked quickly.

"It's over there. I managed to escape... I don't know if any of them are still alive." The disciple shrank his head and said in horror.

"Let's go take a look." After Mo Wu finished speaking, he took the lead and passed by.

Xiao Yun then followed.

In the passage, seven corpses lay scattered. One of the female disciples had lost all her clothes and was covered with shocking scars. It was obvious that she had been tortured to death.

What was even more shocking was another tall and thin disciple. Xiao Yun recognized that this person was the disciple of Beixuan Sect who had said something unconvincing at the beginning.

He died miserably. Not a single piece of skin on his body was good. He was obviously skinned to death with sharp tools. His fingernails had long been shattered. The ground was covered with scratches of struggle. This shows how intense the struggle was before his death. .

Kaka...

Mo Wu's face turned red, and his fists clenched so tightly that his joints made crackling sounds.

There were also fights within the sect.

But fighting is all about simply killing the opponent. No one has ever killed others like this. This kind of approach is not only crazy, it is simply a twisted and perverted mentality.

"Hey, I found you."

Accompanied by a strange smile, the bald man came with a group of people, and the girl with golden scales and armor named Loulan followed indifferently, walking slowly like a leisurely stroll in the courtyard.

"Kill these sect wastes directly, leaving this sword cultivator to die. I happened to recently buy some special poisonous powder used in the Palace of Punishment. It is said that just a little bit of it can make people miserable. Not yet. Knowing how effective it is, I'd just like to give him a try." Lou Lan pointed at Xiao Yun and others.