The sun sets west, day and night, and then the deep darkness enveloped the entire world, and also enveloped the big camel beast that was rushing on muddy roads in Taixuan.

Logically speaking, under normal circumstances, at night, the monks in Taixuan Land will give up on their way at night. One is that the night is more dangerous, and the other is that the big camel beast can also have time to rest.

But Daxia is often the one who breaks the common sense, including the Crescent Chamber of Commerce.

Therefore, even though it was late at night, the figure of the giant beast still rushed forward under the heavy rain without any intention of stopping.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!"

Every time the big camel beast stepped on the ground, it would make a roar. With the continuous fall of this rain of enlightenment, even the core of Taixuan was filled with water everywhere, and a large number of roads were blocked by rivers, which greatly affected the daily lives of ordinary creatures.

Late at night, the door of a house was gently pushed open on the back of the camel beast, and then the cold wind that had been wandering around the door for a long time directly rushed into the house like a prey who had discovered prey.

The cold winds were cold and wet. Then the stars that walked out of the house raised their hands and waved them gently. The sword energy that came out slightly cut the rapid wind completely and dispersed outwards, turning directly from the fierce beast into an extremely docile cat.

"call."

The next breath, Fanxing took a deep breath and exhaled a breath of turbid air in his chest, turning into a stream of white smoke visible to the naked eye and rushed forward. At this time, the female sword cultivator's eyes were covered with blood and a deep look of fatigue.

The sky in front of me was completely covered by gray-black clouds, without any stars or light, which made it look extremely dark. At the same time, it was extremely quiet around me. Apart from the sound of the horned camel beasts, the sound of rain filled my ears.

Then Fanxing's eyes narrowed slightly, because he saw a standing figure in the darkness in front of him, and what attracted the former's attention was that behind this person was a sword.

Fanxing is a sword cultivator, and the sensing between swords is undoubtedly closer. However, if Fanxing had not seen the figure of this sword-bearing in his sight, he would have even thought it was an illusion.

Because the sword not far away and the person carrying the sword are really too illusory.

It is like a sword standing upright on the top of the sword path, hidden in the boundless clouds and mist. Although it can be seen vaguely, it seems to be separated by thousands of mountains and rivers. There is no doubt that this is the difference in the realm of the sword.

It is worth mentioning that this is also the first time that the girl Fanxing felt this infinite look, which made her subconsciously move forward and step by step along the aisle of the building complex on the back of the big camel beast.

After a few breaths, a very young sounded voice rang out in the darkness:

"You are the female sword cultivator of the Baolian Sword who has been unconscious for eight months?"

In addition to being young, this sound is also stable. This stability is like practicing countless times of shaking. Then Fanxing stopped, performed a sword ritual forward, opened his mouth and said:

"Sword Broken, Zong Mie, Fanxing is just a down-and-out sword-user now."

After saying that, Fanxing raised his head and looked ahead, and saw the figure in front of him turn around, and then a very unexpected look appeared on his face, because the sword cultivator in front of him was young, too young.

He is even so young that Fanxing can't even believe his eyes.

"My name is Jiansheng, and I am a sword cultivator from Daxia."

After the sound of still calm fell, Jian Sheng looked at the blood-filled stars in front of him, with some Xu Xi's words continuing to spread:

"I heard that Taixuan Sword Cultivator was in Baolian before, so I had always wanted to visit Baolian Sword Land, but unexpectedly, something happened. Now I feel extremely regretful."

After hearing Jiansheng's words, the dim color in Fanxing's eyes became even stronger. Then the ground under his feet, which he looked down at, and even the heart of the sword in his body almost began to shatter.

"Your sword heart is breaking."

In the next breath, the voice from Jiansheng sounded again, and then the former directly reached out and grabbed it, drew a sword from the void, and threw it forward.

A ray of light lit up directly in the darkness. Then Fanxing reached out to catch it, stretched out his left fingers, pressed against the sword in front of him, and gently stroked outwards. A crisp sword roar sounded in the void.

"bite!"

Before the sword chant fell, the inquiries from Jiansheng followed one after another:

"What do you think of this sword?"

"Good sword."

Fanxing responded without any hesitation, and then he gently shook his wrist to make the sword light in the darkness brighter, and continued to speak:

"It can be as soft as autumn water, as solid as a rock, and its sharpness is revealed. It is really a rare good sword."

After the words came, Fanxing opened his mouth and let out a light eh, put the sword in front of him, and after careful inspection, he heard some unexpected sounds:

"This sword is actually just an extremely ordinary material and has not been made of extremely rare treasures. How is this possible? How shocking and forging ability to make ordinary materials into such a state? "

When Fan Xing said this, he had a strong look of horror on his face. People who use swords naturally need to understand the sword. For sword cultivators, the sword in their hands is their closest companion, so the former suddenly saw the extraordinaryness of the sword in their hands.

In short, it is made of mud and stone and the sharpness of magic weapons, which can be called a masterpiece of ingenuity!

"Such a sword of crafts must have come from a master of a certain person. There is such a sword-casting master in Daxia of your country. If you have the chance in the future, you will definitely visit him."

After a breath, Fanxing's voice with sincere admiration rang out immediately. She was a true sword lover, so when she saw the sword, she forgot her emotions such as sadness, horror, and completely threw herself on the sword.

But then, Fanxing raised his head in amazement, because in his ears, a response from Jian Sheng sounded:

"The sword in your hand is not too precious in Daxia. It is the long sword of the Zhi family of our Daxia army. Every soldier has a hand in hand since he joined the army."

"This, isn't this possible?"

Fanxing's increasingly horrified voice fell. Jian Sheng looked at the eyes in front of him and continued to open his mouth and said:

"Nothing is impossible in the world. If a sword is broken, another sword will appear. It can be a peerless magic sword that is unprecedented in the ages or a long sword of Zhishi that everyone can own.

"The most important thing is whether the sword in your heart is still there, and there is another point. You must remember that in the countless years of Taixuan Land, many people who are the best in the world have come and gone, and countless inheritances have been destroyed and cut off, but the sword will not."

Speaking of this, Jiansheng raised his hand and gently moved it, holding the long sword in Fanxing's hand in front of him back into his hand, and the sound of word by word resounded through the void:
Chapter completed!