I, beat the Eastern Swordsman at the beginning

Chapter 154

The place where Ye Feixian and Nan Xizhi stood was completely dark.

In this tomb-like space, there are broken limbs and wreckage, Chen Bing's rusted sword, and there is no breath of life at all.

The two stopped and walked, like witnesses to history, watching everything.

In front, there is a corpse with a sword in its arms. Facing all living beings, it seems to be guarding something.

The sword in this man's arms, even though endless years have passed, and even his bones would be shattered as soon as he touched it, but it is still unabated, emitting a glistening white light in the darkness.

Ye Feixian stood in front of the skeleton for a long time without saying a word.

Seeing that Nan Xizhi wanted to pull out the sharp weapon in his arms, he immediately said, "Don't disturb their sleep."

"Miss Nan, let it stay here!"

Hearing this, Nan Xizhi nodded silently, a different kind of brilliance flashed in her eyes.

The two of them followed this place because of the abnormal change of the immortal soul, but the immortal soul was still outside, directly above the head, absorbing the breath from the hilt of the sword, but it was out of Ye Feixian's control.

But that connection is still there.

Ye Feixian knew that this sword still belonged to him, as long as it fulfilled its purpose!

Passing by the corpse quietly, Ye Feixian and Nan Xizhi continued to move forward.

"Tick...tick..."

In the darkness, the sound of water droplets falling was revealed, which was particularly ear-piercing in this quiet area.

Walking to the center, the two stopped here conveniently, looking at the scene in front of them, with shocked expressions on their faces.

A sharp sword piercing the ground lay in front of them. On the sword body, there were dense gaps. In each gap, there should be a sword staying, but now a large part has disappeared, leaving only a few.

These swords seem to feed the sharp swords they are attached to with themselves, and gradually lose their sharpness as time goes by, and eventually become a pile of scrap iron.

Around this sharp sword, there are countless messy footprints. It seems that other people have come before they arrived.

In Burial Sword Villa, when the blindfolded man saw the scene here, he frowned immediately.

The change of the fairy soul was beyond his expectation, and Ye Feixian and Nan Xizhi broke into the secret place that he had been paying special attention to, but they were not in a hurry.

If he doesn't tell it, only he will know the secret of this place.

But... just to be on the safe side, the blindfolded man fiddled with the sword mound in front of him, which had shrunk countless times. At the same time, Ye Feixian and the two immediately felt a violent shock.

"Come on!"

When a piece of crushed stone and iron crashed down, Ye Feixian immediately backed away.

He had already investigated it just now, and the surrounding area was carved out of extremely hard boulders, but now something has changed. If it is buried inside, the consequences will be disastrous.

When the two rushed out, they suddenly faced more than a dozen practitioners with angry expressions, and Nan Xizhi suddenly thought it was bad.

"Two, it doesn't seem very good for you to do this?"

After a moment of stalemate, someone finally couldn't hold back, and looked at Ye Feixian with a sullen expression: "Have you thought about other people to monopolize the benefits of this place?"

"That is, a brat who is still young is also worthy of possessing such magical weapons?"

"If you just give in, I can still spare your life..."

Words burst out from the mouths of the cultivators, and they came fiercely, preventing Ye Feixian from having any chance to escape.

He glanced at them coldly, but Ye Feixian raised his finger to the fairy soul, and parted his lips lightly: "Sword!"

call out--

In the next moment, the immortal soul, which was devouring the mysterious aura, galloped like a shooting star, and then fell into the hands of its owner smoothly.

In just a few breaths, Ye Feixian burst out with a raging sword energy, and the killing intent in it made the surrounding practitioners startled, and all of them involuntarily took a few steps back.

Pointing his sword forward, Ye Feixian said in a cold voice: "Everyone, I don't want to be your enemy, but if there is anyone who doesn't have eyes and wants to get some benefits from me, don't blame me for being merciless."

"Hmph! The tone is not small!"

After the initial shock, it turned into anger from embarrassment.

Seeing that the fairy soul has such miraculous features, and Ye Feixian is not very old, and his strength is not so tyrannical, they regained their confidence and wanted to take the fairy soul back.

More than a dozen practitioners looked at each other, and then strode forward.

The one who spoke before continues to represent the rest.

"Boy, hand over the sword, and I will spare you!"

"Anyway, there are a lot of sharp weapons in this sword mound, so if you just take one away, it won't be a big loss!"

"That's right, but if you don't agree, it will be more than a simple thing like a magic weapon."

"Oh? My son will have a look at that time, how difficult it is!"

"Chong-"

As soon as the words fell, Ye Feixian shot out like lightning. Before the person closest to him could react, his head was blown away by a sword, and his vitality disappeared instantly!
When he attacked the second person, the rest of the practitioners reacted, and they all waited for the wind to move, and they all besieged Ye Feixian.

In an instant, countless sword lights erupted, and the chaotic flying sword energy sometimes roared and exploded, and sometimes disappeared into the ground to make a muffled sound, instantly making the fighting place into a mess.

Some cultivators saw Nan Xizhi and the crowd watching, and there was no breath in their bodies, so they rushed over with a grinning grin.

"As expected of a wealthy son from a big family, you should bring such a beauty with you when you walk."

"In that case, I will accept it with a smile..."

In fact, Ye Feixian had already noticed this person's movements, but he was not worried, instead there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

This person quickly rushed to Nan Xizhi's body, and just reached out to touch it, but suddenly felt that his arm was empty.

Looking down, the outstretched hand had already landed on the ground, still twitching slightly.

"what……"

With a scream, the man covered his arm with his remaining hand, but after a while, there was no sound at all.

At Nan Xizhi's feet, a corpse was covered with sword marks, and the blood had already diffused.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feixian, who was wrestling with all the practitioners, smiled slightly, and immediately speeded up.

Among these people, although the strongest one has the innate seven realms, he is not empty in his heart, and after the immortal soul absorbs those miraculous breaths, his strength increases sharply. As far as he is concerned, the current situation is not difficult.

puff-

About a quarter of an hour later, Ye Feixian kicked the last practitioner away, and then let out a long breath.

Seeing that there were several corpses beside Nan Xizhi, he asked curiously, "Has your cultivation completely recovered?"

"Well, I just recovered not long ago!"

"During this time, I would like to thank Mr. Ye for his support."

"It's just a trivial matter, nothing to worry about!"

The two of them let these practitioners lie here, and immediately set their eyes on the hilt of the sword...

(End of this chapter)