On this day, he was practicing in his room.

The front finger of Wuming's broken sword remained unchanged for three whole hours.

Just like a sculpture.

However, if you look carefully, you will find it.

Around his body, there seemed to be countless lines flickering, mysterious and mysterious.

It is full of understanding and understanding of the way of the sword.

Around his body, there seemed to be countless lotus flowers rising and falling in the lines.

Either green lotus or red lotus.

But in the end, they all turned into a black lotus!

Finally, the tip of Ye Xinghe's sword trembled.

At the tip of the nameless broken sword, a light and shadow appeared, and then slowly condensed.

Ye Xinghe seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

By the end, his face was already pale, and his forehead was dripping with sweat.

The black and yellow divine power all over his body flowed out crazily like the Milky Way flowing backwards.

Ye Xinghe felt as if he was going to be sucked dry by using this sword.

Finally, just when Ye Xinghe couldn't bear it anymore.

That light and shadow finally condensed and took shape, turning into a small black lotus, flashing quietly.

This black lotus is not big, only about the size of a fist. It is layered on top of each other and is extremely complicated.
Chapter completed!