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The performance of the Holy Sword of Sound is more difficult than any holy sword he has ever fought against.

This holy sword is actually similar to Time and Fog, both of which tend to be of an unreasonable level.

Because the expression of sound is not as conspicuous as common elements such as wind, earth, fire, water, and thunder, but very hidden.

"Someone is coming from behind!"

At this time, Shaluo of Daqin Temple shouted again.

In front of the Holy Sword of Sound, there is nowhere to hide any sneak attacks.

"pass it to me!"

Fan An stopped and pierced the Holy Sword of Thunder into the ground. Huang Lei immediately raged away, engulfing the coming swordsmen.

Shila-!

One by one, the swordsmen fell down with electric lights and black smoke. They didn't die, but they lost the ability to stand up for a short time.

"How many waves of pursuers are approaching?"

While running, Luther took out Peter Pan Fantasy from the storage at the side of his waist, and swept across the dark sword and the dark moon.

[Evil read!Evil Peter Pan! 】

The black and purple grappling hook floated on the right wrist, and with a flick of force, it wrapped around Fan An's waist who remained in place.

Afterwards, the hook lock was quickly recovered, and Fan An who was ready was pulled straight back.

"Wait! Boss! Let me stand up first!"

Fan An's wailing was accompanied by frictional sparks and lightning.

"That's it for now. I'll run with you. If there are pursuers behind, just discharge."

Luther's voice was quite calm, but the wailing of Fan An being dragged was a bit harsh.

"All right..."

Fan An sighed.

They must seize the time to move forward now. If the Holy Sword of Light has been transferred, it is equivalent to rushing for nothing.

While being dragged, Fan An raised the Holy Sword of Thunder and released bright yellow lightning, giving the pursuers a brand new experience full of tingling sensations.

Shaluo from the Daqin Temple sang a lullaby to make the swordsmen chase soldiers fall asleep, and Fanan gave electric shocks later, and Luther, who was caught in the middle, was safe all the way.

Luther in the middle has absolutely nothing to do.

But this was premeditated and planned by the few people before they set off. The two of them will be responsible for knocking down the pursuers, while Luther needs to preserve his strength.

After getting the Holy Sword of Light, they will then have to face the Holy Lord of Truth.

At that time, it was the occasion for Luther to give full play.

"There are another 2000 meters, turn left, turn right, go straight, turn right and you will be there!"

Daqin Temple Shaluo shouted.

With the live map of Swordsman of Sound, there will never be a possibility of getting lost.

"There are people coming from both sides!"

she yelled again.

The images of the corridor are constantly flowing, the area of ​​the southern base is scary, and in front of the few people is a cross corridor.

Based on their current speed, they will be blocked here.

Luther raised his head, and a strong taboo darkness was released from the sword, and then a sword blasted out, smashing the ceiling.

Ice and snow and cold air are falling.

Afterwards, he flicked the black and purple hook locks, and also wrapped Daqin Temple Shaluo's slender waist around him.

"Come out! Evil Dragon!"

Accompanied by Luther's shout, the evil dragon roared and emerged from the spiritual energy. Luther rode on the dragon's back and rushed out of the ceiling in the blink of an eye.

As soon as I went out, the cold air hit from all directions.

The northern and southern theaters of the Sword of Truth are respectively established on the two poles of the earth.

The climate here is severe, there are few people living here, and there are snowstorms blowing anytime and anywhere.

"Now you don't have to worry about chasing the army, just tell me how to go in a straight line!"

In the snowstorm, Luther on the Evil Dragon dragged Yin and Lei through the snowstorm.

"Ah...it should have been like this a long time ago!"

Daqin Temple Shaluo, who was suspended, clapped his hands and pointed to the distance in front of the right.

"Go here! We'll be there in less than a minute at this speed!"

"it is good."

at the same time.

In a room covering hundreds of square meters, with a platform in the middle, the light steel sword was most quietly lying on the sword stand.

Above the hilt, where the opened gold and silver weapon was connected to the holy sword, it was like a face, and there was a sigh.

"They're finally here."

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There are really few recommended tickets in the past two days...

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Volume 45: Chapter 42 Chapter [-] Light and Darkness

The purple-black sword light flashed, and the fragments of the roof splashed everywhere.

Biting frost and wind and snow invaded the warm and comfortable room, and Luther, who was riding an evil dragon, landed smoothly along the gap of several meters.

He pulled the chain hard, and Lei and Yin, who were entangled in the claws, also flew in from the outside.

puff.

The two of them sat down on the ground.

The evil dragon melted back into Wang Jian's body, and the claws of the evil Peter Pan disappeared without a trace.

"my waist..."

Fan An rubbed his waist in pain and got up, like an old man dying.

Although Daqin Temple Shaluo was also very uncomfortable, she first looked around, then closed her eyes, and released sound waves through the floor tiles on which she stepped, confirming the location of the three.

"It's here, Wuming."

She opened her eyes and pointed to the high platform in the middle of the spacious and bright room tens of meters away from them.

Luther looked along the guide, and immediately, the gauntlet straight sword with a bright gold blade came into view.

That is another primordial holy sword that is different from the holy sword of darkness.

Light Steel Sword · The Lightest.

Just placing it here, the warm and soft light released from its sword body will completely illuminate the surroundings.

"This is the second holy sword you want to get, and it is also our hope to win this time."

Daqin Temple Shaluo's eyes were fiery. The holy sword in front of them was the most powerful light steel sword among all holy swords.

If the heart is dirty, it will not be recognized by the Holy Sword of Light.

But she believed that Luther could do it. There was no reason, but she had such thoughts in her heart all the time.

"The Holy Sword of Light..."

Luther, who was entangled in evil dragons and turned into a king sword, murmured.

In the radiant room, the sound of dull footsteps resounded as Luther took steps.

He held the Holy Sword of Darkness tightly, and the shadow extending from behind was stretched very long under the light.

In just an instant, he stepped onto the high platform and stood in front of the Holy Sword of Light.

Gudong.

Throat throbbed, and Luther swallowed subconsciously.

The sword of light was reflected in the crimson eyes, and a meaning completely different from the sword of darkness came from above.

"I have to win, so please help me."

After the words fell, Luther stretched out his left hand and held the Holy Sword of Light tentatively.

There is no sense of strangeness, and the feeling of being natural is fleeting.

The next moment, Luther suddenly raised the Holy Sword of Light, and the dazzling light radiated from the tip of the sword, piercing through the ceiling in an instant, tearing the wind and frost along the way.

That radiant light almost lit up the entire sky at the pole.

Light, did not reject him.

Light is cooperating with him.

"Finally... finally..."

A trembling exclamation came from the lightest.

"Let me wait until you..."

"Wait? What is this voice!?"

Daqin Temple Shaluo's eyes widened in disbelief, and a tall, strong, always smiling youth appeared in his mind.

Fan An took the lead and said excitedly: "Uncle Wu? Is it you!"

"Didn't you die in battle? Why did your voice come from the light steel sword?"

Listening to the excited voices of the two in unison, Luther also found the source of the voice in Wuming's memory.

Lu Wu.

The swordsman of light who died in battle some time before Wuming was branded as a traitor.

He is also the last former swordsman of the same generation as Wuming's master and the previous Patriarch of the Daqin Temple family.

"Why? Are you in the Holy Sword of Light?"

Luther slowly put down the Holy Sword of Light, and his eyes could not help but meet the face on the hilt of the sword.

After a long time, the Holy Sword of Light rang again.

"I'm already dead..."

The brightest eyes flickered, and Lu Wu's voice followed.

"At the moment before I died, I completely integrated my consciousness into the Holy Sword of Light."

Talking about his own death, the Holy Sword of Light did not make any waves, but in a vague way, it quietly contained a sense of relief.

"I once made a promise with Wuwu that I will keep the holy sword of light for you at this time, so as to prevent someone from being selected before..."

As Lu Wu's voice fell, the truth that the Holy Sword of Light had not selected a successor for a long time finally came to light.

The consciousness of the former Swordsman of Light was integrated into the sword, just to keep the Holy Sword of Light until the moment Luther arrived.

"That..."

Sha Luo of Daqin Temple hesitated to speak.

The swordsman of light can integrate his consciousness and body into the holy sword, so as to achieve transcendental combat.

But can the human spirit really be preserved for a long time after being separated from the body?

If someone can give up his body and wait emptyly in the holy sword for a thousand years, what kind of feat can this be achieved with a firm consciousness and a strong spirit?

"Yeah, little Shaluo, I'm almost at my limit."