I have a passive skill.

really.

He Yuxing, who slammed to the ground, clutched his throat desperately, unable to speak a word.

The spiritual energy in his body was running wildly, just trying to suppress the injury.

But at the wound, the condensed and compressed terrifying sword intent was the most lethal thing he had ever seen, except for the "four swords".

Like a maggot on a tarsal bone, the sword intent is not only agitated but also indestructible.

He was stuck in the throat pipe like he was not dying, forcing him to think about other things without even half of his strength.

"despair."

"despair."

The frightening sound came out again, and He Yuxing trembled, his face pale as paper.

He finally understood.

No matter how talented the sword sect from a small place like myself is, it is only compared to a mere county.

Just now, the Hanging Sword, the swordsman who was unsheathed two fingers wide, and the person in front of him...

They are both sword sects, but the gap is vast.

He didn't even know what kind of sword skill the sword pierced through him, and how could he talk about fighting against the enemy?

The difference between cloud and mud is a world of difference!

No solution.

No solution at all!

He Yuxing couldn't help shaking violently when he heard the "click" sound in his ears.

This voice, like the pacing of a god of death, approached him step by step, but he... was helpless!

"despair."

The voice finally stopped in front of him.

In the blurred vision, it was vaguely visible that the blind man stretched out his hand slowly, as if he was about to grab it at his throat.

He Yuxing closed his eyes in despair.

Sorry, Fairy Lan, to disappoint you...

"Keng--"

A sword cry sounded beside him.

He Yuxing's eyelashes trembled and slowly opened.

While the audience was watching, Tearful Shuangxing "had four swords" in his left hand and "drawing a wand" in his right hand, and slowly raised his head.

they're looking at me...

Lei Shuangxing held two swords, as if savoring something.

After more than ten years, he finally appeared in front of the Holy Spirit Hall again.

But, my world is already dark...

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Chapter 545 Fierce Sword Approved!

Quiet.

The world seemed to be quiet.

Everyone was shocked by the lonely breath exuding from Lei Shuangxing.

Standing there, holding two swords, he was independent from the world.

But this kind of breath obviously won't last long on the Lijian Grassland.

Gu Qingsan looked at the direction where Lei Shuangxing was, and the figure seemed to have disappeared.

What he saw were three swords.

There are four swords, a wand...

And a human-shaped sword!

"This kind of realm..."

Eyelids blinked, pupils blurred.

Gu Qingsan knew that he couldn't wait any longer.

Only with this kind of sword intent state where the human sword is integrated, the blind man is very likely to be recognized as "having four swords".

Wait any longer, the day lily will be cold.

However, before he could move his footsteps, the direction where Lei Shuangxing was located suddenly burst into waves of energy from the heavy sword.

"Rumble rumble..."

The ground mud was blown away, and the smoke and dust danced like a dragon.

In the horrified eyes of everyone, the magic lines of four swords were tattooed all over the body of the two lines of tears in an instant.

It was as if the second He Yuxing had appeared.

But the current situation of Lai Shuangxing is even more insane.

It was a kind of depressing madness before the storm just by standing still.

Anyone can feel the powerful evil thoughts gathering, forming, and trying to explode from Tearful Shuangxing's body.

"rush!"

Suddenly, a black light beam shot out from Lei Shuangxing's body and shot straight into the sky.

This change can't help but make everyone dumbfounded.

"what happened?"

"The magic energy is backlashing, this guy, why didn't it explode?"

"It's not right, it's very wrong!"

"That beam of light soaring into the sky, doesn't it mean that this guy has been recognized by 'Having Four Swords'?"

Everyone was startled and uncertain.

Even Hong Yi was shocked.

"Approval?"

Xin immediately turned his head and asked.

"You ask me, who do I ask?"

Lanling was speechless for a moment.

She is not a sword cultivator, how could she understand this?

If she could ask, she would still like to ask about the situation where there are many letters to the enemy.

After all, there is currently no sword repairer in the red team.

But Gu Jianxiu, there really isn't one here.

"It can't be recognition. This guy has never comprehended the sword intent of the Eighth Sword Immortal, and he doesn't have a sacrificial carving piece. He has four swords. How could he be recognized so easily?"

Xin didn't believe it at all, and said: "Even if he is Gu Jianxiu, he can't be so fast, there is something weird here!"

All the red clothes were tense.

No matter how the "four swords" change, each of them can clearly feel the strong hostility from the man holding two swords...

Do not!

Hate!

Lan Ling narrowed his eyes slightly: "Information, give me that person's information!"

The red clothes behind him hesitated and stepped forward, "There is no information..."

"No information?"

This time, even Xin looked back in shock.

It is impossible without data.

With Hong Yi's ability, even if there is only one face, as long as the news spreads outside, how can it be impossible to search for any information?

"There is really no information at all, he looks like an ordinary trainer..."

"How can this be ordinary?"

Lan Ling's heart tightened.

Intuition told her that the blind man in the distance was not simple.

But, do you want to go out?

"All the red clothes." After a moment of hesitation, she still spoke.

"exist!"

This time, the audience was solemn, and all the red clothes were waiting.

Lan Ling hesitated, and slowly stretched out his hand.

As long as this hand is waved down, it means the end of the person in the distance.

……

In the underground pit.

Because of the close distance, Xu Xiaoshou is the one who can feel the two emotions of tears the most.

But he was completely puzzled.

This guy's performance is completely different from when he was in the Spirit Palace.

Such a great hatred is not concealed...

why?

Xu Xiaoshou saw the beam of light soaring into the sky earlier.

Even if that didn't count as the recognition of "there are four swords", he also knew that the twin streams of tears at this moment were absolutely incomparable with the demonic nature of the fierce sword.

Looking at the body again, it seems to be completely dyed black by the magic patterns...

"He's not right!"

Xu Xiaoshou made a sound, and held Mu Zixi's head, reminding someone.

Mu Zixi's body suddenly shook violently.

"what happened?"

Xu Xiao was startled, and quickly turned away from the girl's face.

"Master, Master..."

At this moment, Mu Zixi was already pale and sweating profusely.

This symptom is very similar to the high fever that occurred in the Linggong at that time.

Xu Xiaoshou touched his forehead.

hot!

piping hot!

Beads of sweat slid down from the girl's forehead, her big closed eyes trembled, Mu Zixi seemed to be struggling to open them.

But the eyelids only lifted a crack, and Xu Xiaoshou had already keenly noticed the black and white light in his eyes.

"No!"