[Cultivation] Asking for a sword

The night is low and soft, the breath is windy and cold, and the branches hang down.

Chu Han was dressed in white, and quietly pushed open the stone door of the forbidden room. There was silence in front of him, and the faint sound of the wind lingered in his ears, while the lights were brightly lit in the distance. two.

Venerable Minghua sighed behind him: "Given your current injury, it's better not to do anything, and leave temporarily to hide. As for Zhengyangzong, after all, it is an orthodox sect, and now they have decided to seal the mountain and live in seclusion. It’s not really going to kill them all.”

Chu Han murmured in a low voice: "Feng Shan?"

Fengshan is just a plausible statement, but in fact, most of the disciples are dismissed, and they are retreated to a corner. They are not allowed to interfere in any world affairs. Zhengyang Sect is such a big sect, Wannian Daotong, and Wanshen Mansion are so direct, it will definitely cause trouble. Come to criticize, but if it is Zhengyangzong who retired by himself, others will not say anything more when they feel sorry, but after the closure of the mountain, Zhengyangzong will no longer be listed as a Taoist cultivator. The originally good situation can only be There are few lonely lights and few people in front of the door.

Venerable Minghua sighed and said no more.

Chu Han looked at the dark night sky in the distance, decorated with thousands of pieces of silver, but it was the turn of the world, he lowered his eyes, turned and left.

Suddenly, a dark arrow blew up, piercing straight to the back of Chu Han's heart.

Quietly retracting the white fingertips, he twisted the iron arrow fiercely, but the next moment there were alarm bells and voices in a hurry.

"Someone escaped from the forbidden area!"

"Stop it quickly, hurry up!"

Venerable Minghua's expression tightened: "You leave quickly!"

Chu Han sighed silently: "It's too late."

Indeed, the guards of the Wanshen Mansion were at least at the alchemy stage. Now that they heard the secret arrow mechanism was activated, they knew that someone had fled privately.

Chu Hanning pointed at the sword, turned around and hit back, laying heavily on Venerable Minghua's shoulder, and whispered, "I hope you won't be implicated."

Venerable Minghua snorted and sighed, "Take care!"

Chu Han's figure disappeared in the blink of an eye, and the next moment, in the distance, there was a Frost and Cold Sword light shining!

The cold night was heavy, and there were constant crises in the dark.

Chu Han didn't have a sword in his hand, but he forcibly condensed the water into ice, and the light of the ice sword was awe-inspiring and cold.

He looked at the many real Daoist monarchs with cold eyes, and only lightly basked in the sun, and then pointed his sharp edge and raised his sword.

As Jianfeng pointed, dozens of monks fell down in an instant, and everyone was shocked for a moment.

The sky is blood-stained!

The Wanshen Mansion, which has always been solemn and grand, is now being slaughtered and attacked, and it is extremely noisy.

All the venerables who heard the sound came out together, all of them were frowning, and their eyes were cold. In an instant, two venerables struck out in an instant. The golden light was sharp, facing the sword light, and there was a loud noise .

Chu Han took three steps back and wiped off the dark red corners of his lips.

The two people on the opposite side were standing still, their eyebrows were dark, and they were extremely frightened and angry.

"Chu Han, how dare you escape without permission!"

"You simply don't take our Wanshen Palace seriously. No matter how talented you are, committing such a thing will undoubtedly add to the crime. I will never tolerate it again!"

The two people who spoke were two high-ranking venerables in the Wanshen Palace, and their status was only below the palace master. Seeing this right now, dissatisfaction broke out in their hearts.

Chu Han smiled suddenly.

"Why bother to talk too much, it's just a battle!"

Sumeru sword light, like light accompanying.

A glimpse of the sword shadow!

The sharp edge rose everywhere, and the crisp sound of sword chant soared into the sky, startling Yun Huang and shattering Fei Ying.

Chu Han allowed the opponent's method weapon to hit him directly around him, but he didn't move. The ice sword in his hand pierced into the opponent's chest at the same time. Those who are willing to fall here with Chu Han.

In an instant, the two gave up their moves and retreated quietly.

Chu Han touched the damaged edge of the sword, and with a swipe of his right hand, it returned to its original shape. The sword baby in his body continued to circulate, bursting out powerful spiritual power, and the powerful spiritual consciousness attached to the sword body at the same time, instantly hitting the air, shattering all directions space.

The powerful explosive power mixed with boundless power attracted everyone's attention.

"how is this possible?"

"He is obviously seriously injured, how could he still have such attack power!"

"The Realm of the Excalibur is indeed... powerful!"

"Those two adults may not be able to do anything for a while, should we make a move?"

"This is a contest between Huashen. We don't care whether Nascent Soul goes up or not, and we are going to die. Besides, there are many venerables here. It is definitely impossible for that person to escape. Don't worry!"

Several venerables also used their spiritual consciousness to transmit voices: "How about it? Do you want to do it?"

"Let's take a look first, Chu Han looks tyrannical now, but his injuries are still there, he won't last long, Yan Shu, the two venerables Yu Hun can still handle it if they think about it."

"That's right, I think so. After all, he is only a mid-stage Nascent Soul, and Yan Shu is only one step away from the late-stage Transformation God. The outcome will be known soon."

During the battle, Chu Han was already covered with blood, but his expression remained calm. He had changed no less than ten ice swords in his hand, but the sword energy was still mighty.

Only he himself knows what is being overdrawn by such strength. The sword baby in the dantian has begun to wilt, and what he chooses to consume is life yuan, using a hundred years of life in exchange for a flash of sword light.

No one told him if it was worth it. He has done everything according to his own will. If he fights today, he will die if he dies, that's all.

The two venerables Yan Shu and Yu Hun looked at each other helplessly. Although they cooperated well, it was too difficult to kill each other without paying a price, so they could only stand in a stalemate. Anyway, this place is the Mansion of the Gods. Chu Han couldn't escape after all.

During the fierce battle, endless treasures suddenly appeared in the sky, and the fairy music was faint, and the gorgeous car seat came meanderingly.

The Master of the Wanshen Palace sat on it, his face was indifferent, watching the chaos in front of him, flicking his fingertips, the majestic momentum rushed out like a north wind blowing the ground, raging waves and surging waves.

Chu Han slowly closed his eyes, determined in his heart, he raised his sword, the blade pierced his wrist, the blood entangled the sword energy, and condensed into a sword shield, but it was only blocked for a moment, and the next moment, the aura fell, forcing him to let go of the ice sword out.

The old wound on Chu Han's shoulder had already been torn open, and now the blood was flowing like water, falling down his arm and forming a large pool of blood on the ground.

"Are you guilty?"

Chu Han's long hair was scattered and draped behind his back in a mess. The ends of his hair were blood-stained and stuck tightly to his back, but there was boundless fire in his eyes, shining brightly!

Suddenly, a silver brilliance flew across the sky obliquely.

"Take the sword!"

Xia Shuangbai stood far away and shouted at Chu Han.

Luxue's light was as bright as before, his fingers gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, the sword body was clear, and the proud cry pierced the void.

Venerable Yun Yuan, the master of the Wanshen Palace, frowned slightly, looking at the flowing light sword shadow, and said coldly, "Overestimating one's abilities!"

Chu Han's figure fell straight down like a star, and he swung the sword from ten directions, shining on the snow, stabbing down in the air in a split second, and the silver flame on the sword, like the first frost of the moon, burned everything.

Yun Yuan gently raised his hand, caught the stabbing sword, and sneered: "Unfortunately, you are only a Nascent Soul after all. If you advance to Huashen, I can only back down, but now, that's all!"

Blood splattered in the sky!

Chu Han looked down at the bloody hole on his chest, his figure staggered for a while, the brilliance in his eyes gradually faded away, he touched the writing on the hilt of Lu Xue, and suddenly smiled lightly.

His smile is not cold, shallow and gentle, and he blooms happily, reliving the past years and affecting the old love.

——The sword lives your life, you were born to hold a sword!

——Born with sword bones, a genius in the way of the sword, how lucky my sword sect is!

"I want to stand side by side with you, even though the mountains and rivers are vast, the sun and the moon are beautiful, if there is no king by your side, how happy is it to watch?"

"I like him, I want to be with him, I want to be with him for the rest of my life!"

"My heart is too small and too selfish, it can only hold one person."

"I want you to be mine only."

"I can not let it go."

——In this life, I have no regrets, I just miss you a little bit.

As Gu Cheng watched the long night, his heart suddenly trembled, and when he was astonished, he felt a chill in his heart.

—what happened?

The author has something to say: The number of words in this chapter is indeed a bit short, but I thought about it, but I don’t want to add anything else, I feel that everything I want to write is here...

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Volume Four: Immortal Bone Without Cold and Heat