Crossing the sword spirit of the world of comprehension

"The eye of truth?" Wang Xiaojian and Yue Zheng asked at the same time.

What it is?Wang Xiaojian recalled the pitifully little knowledge of the cultivation world in his mind, and found that there was no such thing, so he became even more curious.

He looked up at Shifang Mao, the flames that the Qilin Beast spewed just now were still around, and the swaying flames completely reflected Shifang Mao's appearance.Wang Xiaojian finally saw the appearance of this man clearly. It was a very stalwart man with very deep features, a particularly high bridge of nose, and deep eye sockets, a bit inclined to the appearance of a Westerner.The shoulder-length hair is loose, and the whole person looks dignified and unrestrained in the hot wind under the cliff.

The moment he saw him, four words flashed across Wang Xiaojian's mind - martial arts hero!

This Shi Fangmao's appearance is precipitously based on the image of a hero in martial arts novels. If he had a beard, he would definitely be on par with Lu Xiaofeng.

"The magic breaks through the seal every 1000 years or so, and at the same time, the eye of truth is born, which is a treasure that can see through the past and the future, and know all the truth." Seeing the two puzzled, Shi Fangmao explained, "I A friend of mine calculated the approximate location and time of the Eye of Reality's appearance, and I hurried over and heard the news of the Qilin Beast's appearance, so I came here to take a look."

"Do you think the eyes of the Qilin beast are the eyes of truth?"

"I'm not sure, but the time and location of its appearance are consistent with my friend's calculation. I want to take it back and let him confirm it."

"Why do you need the Eye of Truth?"

"Sorry, I can't answer this for you."

For some reason, after hearing the conversation between the two, what Wang Xiaojian remembered was the boy with the extremely strange right eye that he met in the town not long ago.He opened his mouth and wanted to say it, but this strange feeling was a bit inexplicable, and no one would believe it when he said it, so he hesitated. More importantly, there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him not to say it, so he kept it. silence.

Shi Fangmao didn't want to reveal his purpose, Yue Zheng nodded and didn't pursue further, "Since what you want are eyes and what I want is leather armor, let's do it this way."

Shi Fangmao also laughed, "You are still so businesslike and cold."

Yue Zheng was expressionless, "Without Leng Chan looking at you, you are just as foolish."

One sentence hit the bull's-eye, and Shi Fangmao couldn't help rubbing his nose, "Why are you mentioning him for no reason? Thank you for helping me kill this monster. I'm in a hurry this time, and I'll buy you a drink next time."

While talking about Shifang Mao, he quickly walked to the head of the Qilin Beast, and raised the sword in his hand to stab the Qilin Beast's eyes.The body of the Qilin Beast is like a hill, and Shi Fangmao walked in front of him like a small ant. As soon as he got close to the Qilin Beast, the Qilin Beast's closed mouth suddenly opened, and a white fire rushed out, rushing straight at the Qilin Beast. To the unprepared Shifang Mao.

Being attacked at such a short distance and unprepared, Shi Fangmao let out a scream, and was instantly rushed out of the stone platform by a huge fire, like a stone falling into an abyss!

Wang Xiaojian was stunned.

Yue Zheng was also taken aback, but he quickly realized that the Qilin beast was not dead!

It roared and rushed towards Yuezheng. Yuezheng was anxious, but his face did not change at all. Instead of avoiding it, he rushed to the Qilin beast face to face and raised the sword in his hand. His body emitted a fierce and dazzling white light. Wang Xiaojian could He felt that his spiritual power was filled to a limit state in an instant.

Everything happened in a very short time. Shifang Mao just fell into the cliff, and the sword flashed an arc in the air, and then sank deeply into the huge pupil of the Qilin Beast with the tail color, reaching the hilt of the sword. At the same time, Yuezheng's body It rebounded towards the abyss like a sharp arrow, and fell down together with Shifang Mao.

Wang Xiaojian: =mouth=

Wang Xiaojian: "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"

With the wind roaring in his ears, Yue Zheng grabbed Shi Fangmao's hand, and subconsciously pulled out the sword at his waist with the other hand and thrust it fiercely towards the cliff, trying to form a support for the two of them.The force of that blow was ruthless and fierce, mixed with his spiritual power, most of the blade was inserted into it.However, the force of the fall was too great. Even though the blade had been inserted into the stone wall, it was still dragged down for a long distance.

During this process, he seemed to hear the slight cracking sound mixed with the sound of friction between stone and steel, but at such a critical juncture, he didn't care about this abnormal sound. After the sword finally stopped sliding, the two of them finally stabilized. Stopped, he quickly shouted down: "Shi Fangmao!"

No one answered.

He frowned and looked up.A long trace was pulled out on the steep cliff, which was the gap formed by the sword sliding in the stone wall.Only then did he realize what happened just now, his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly asked, "Wang Xiaojian?"

No one answered.

The wind from the abyss blew by, and Yue Zheng heard his lonely voice disappear into the whistling wind, as if the moment he fell, he became the last person in the world.

"Wang Xiaojian?" He called again.

There was an indifferent wind under the cliff, and the cold air filled his nose. After a while, he heard a faint voice, "I... I'm fine..."

That sound made Yue Zheng's heart tremble, and he tried to calm down and said, "Did you just..."

The words stopped suddenly, and the slight cracking sound seemed to come to my ears again, my heart beat heavily again, and I said in a hoarse voice, "Are you injured?"

The sword in his hand was extremely cold, as silent as ordinary swords, like a silent dead thing, but Yue Zheng deeply knew what kind of noisy and snoring soul was in this sword.He has a name and a surname, has his own hobbies, talks with himself, and clamors to go out to play...he is...he is a person.

At this moment, Yuezheng didn't know why he remembered the details of getting along with each other, and he had never understood the fact that the sword was a person so deeply.

I also remembered the screams when I used him to cut the stone wall.

There was a sudden suffocation in the chest.

"I...it's fine... Hurry up and think of a way... to climb up..." It took a while to hear Wang Xiaojian's voice, Fang Fu had exhausted his strength to squeeze out these words.

Yuezheng's spirit was shaken, and he tried his best to suppress his inexplicable thoughts. It's useless to think about it now. Since the matter has already happened, the best way is to find a way to talk about it.He looked up at the stone platform above again. In fact, they didn't fall very far, about a distance of several feet.It's just that there are no vines on the stone wall, and there is nothing to climb. What's more worrying is that he only has one hand. One hand is already holding the sword to support the body, and the other hand is holding Shifang Mao.

The bodies of the two people were only supported by a sword.

He knew how fragile this sword was. Fu Jian said that it was the lowest level of sword, it couldn't be cut or stabbed, and even left a small gap when it cut the lizard.

This is his natal weapon...

Weak natal weapon.

Because of taking Qihuan Dan, his connection with his natal weapon is very weak. If the sword does not suffer fatal damage, it cannot be fed back to him, so he does not know the extent of Wang Xiaojian's injury.

After feeling it calmly for a moment, he knew how damaged the sword was.

about to break...

At that moment, he suddenly felt a strange emotion—fear.Why do you feel fear?Perhaps it was due to the destruction of the weapon of his own destiny, and his own cultivation was ruined, or it might be other strange emotions that even he himself couldn't figure out.

"Hold on a little longer..." He heard his own voice hoarse and unbelievably hoarse.

"Okay..." The voice that usually jumped out was soft, very much like when he was about to fall asleep.Yuezheng suddenly remembered what happened a few days ago, the sword was noisy and snoring on weekdays, which made him unable to practice at ease, so he was angry and looked for him when he was sleeping, because the sword was probably very sleepy at that time , Speaking is also like this soft and weak.

"I beg you brother...I want to sleep..."

Yuezheng closed his eyes suddenly, and when he opened them again, his mind had regained his complete calm, and all his countless thoughts were suppressed back to the well deep in his heart, and then the strong and heavy lid was closed again. Spill a tiny bit.

He had always handled his emotions that way.

He lowered his head and called Shi Fangmao's name, but he was probably directly attacked by the Qilin beast's fire breath, and Shi Fangmao passed out.Yue Zheng frowned, and a solution came to his mind, but...

"Little sword..." For the first time, he called him so.

"...what...?" an extremely weak voice.

"If I use you as a support again, can I bear it?"

"Ok?"

Yuezheng thought about it, and said: "I'm going to jump up, but the distance is too far, and I need two supports in the middle, so I will insert you into the stone wall twice... Can you bear it?"

"Yuezheng..." The voice seemed to be a little more energetic.

"what happened?"

"You are asking for my opinion for the first time." Yue Zheng heard Wang Xiaojian's voice with a weary smile.

Yue Zheng was stunned for a moment, the corners of his mouth gradually pursed, and his eyes darkened.The well in the bottom of my heart began to surge, as if it was about to break through the lid and get out.

"Hurry up, it's hard for you to hang me like this." The voice took a deep breath and said, "Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain."

Yuezheng was refreshed, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, and he said in a deep voice, "I'm going to start."

"En." Wang Xiaojian's voice was calm.