Chapter 42 What’s left behind

She looks so much like Ye Ling.

More than just a resemblance, the facial features are exactly the same, and even the bodies are similar. The only difference is their age and temperament.

If it weren’t for the age and temperament of the statue, and the fact that it was left behind by the King of Swords with his sword intention, Xiao Yun would really have mistaken this statue for Ye Ling.

The statue is quite mature, about thirty years old.

Ye Ling is only sixteen years old. Even though she looks similar, she does not have such mature temperament.

The most important thing is that the statue has existed for at least a hundred years.

"I didn't expect there to be such similar people in the world." Xiao Yun sighed, but he didn't find it strange. There were too many people in the world, so it was normal to have one or two similar people.

Looking at the lifelike statue, Xiao Yun suddenly noticed a line of dents of different thicknesses on the wall. Because they were relatively hidden and covered with dust, it was difficult to see them without looking carefully.

Xiao Yun flicked his hand, and a line of font was revealed, "I sealed the heavenly sword in the body of my beloved to protect his future generations."

What does it mean?

Xiao Yun frowned.

The literal meaning is easy to understand, but the meaning contained in it is difficult to figure out. What is this Heavenly Sword? Is it the weapon of the King of Swords?

Sealed in the body of the beloved , then this statue is the Sword King’s true love, so the Heavenly Sword is sealed inside

After staring at the statue for a moment, Xiao Yun put away his thoughts.

Although I also want to get the Heavenly Sword, what is the difference between destroying the statue to get the Heavenly Sword and being a robber? Moreover, the statue resembles Ye Ling, so Xiao Yun cannot destroy it based on this alone.

Seeing that the statue was covered with dust, Xiao Yun waved his hand casually, and his sword energy surged, stirring up bursts of dust. As the dust settled, the statue took on a new look.

"Senior, I have just offended you, and I hope you can forgive me." Xiao Yun bowed to the statue.

Suddenly, the statue’s eyebrows lit up.

Rumble

The stone wall next to the statue trembled violently, and then cracked. There was a secret room inside, and there were two knives stuck on the ground in the secret room.

One handle is extremely white, like cicada wings, thin and slender.

The other is a heavy black sword, similar to a zanma sword, but it is thicker and heavier than the zanma sword, and the blade also shines with a cold light, which is obviously extremely sharp.

Both knives represent the two paths of sword cultivation, light knives and heavy knives.

Good knives

Although he has never tried these two knives, Xiao Yun knows at a glance that these two knives are definitely extraordinary, even if they are Qianren refined iron knives, or Knives with black iron added may not be as good as these two knives.

At this time, Xiao Yun noticed a stone tablet next to the two swords, with eye-catching large characters on it, and the meaning of the sword was circulating in the font.

If it hadn’t been a hundred years since the sword was left behind and the power of the sword’s intention had declined to its extreme, a hundred years ago, these sword’s intention alone would have been enough to stab someone blind.Xiao Yun's eyes widened.

"Being able to open this secret room shows that you have an upright mind and are not a person who does evil. The statue was carved by me for my beloved, and it contains dozens of strange poisons in the world. If you try to force it, it will be strange. The poison will spread. Although it will not cause death, it can break an arm or even destroy the sea of ​​​​qi." Seeing this, Xiao Yun secretly felt lucky that he had not thought of taking action against the statue. Otherwise, the body will be infected with strange poison, and even if it does not die, it will be truly crippled.

“These two knives were the two knives I used in my early years. Later, the two knives broke into pieces. After I obtained the Heavenly Sword, I used many materials to refine them into the embryos of spiritual weapons. Although I failed in the end, Become spiritual weapons, but their toughness is far superior to ordinary weapons, and even black iron weapons are far inferior to them."

"Now, they belong to you, I hope you can make good use of them."

After reading this, Xiao Yun had a strange look on his face. After taking a deep look at the two knives, he immediately stretched out his hand and released his true energy from the air to capture them.

唪

At the moment when the two swords were drawn out, the sound of two swords came out.

The sound of the sword made by the Cicada Wing Knife is extremely weak, giving people a vague feeling. If you don't listen carefully, you won't hear the sound of its knife at all.

The black heavy sword is completely the opposite. Its sword sound is loud and thick, as powerful as a peak.

At the moment when the two knives came into contact, Xiao Yun had the feeling that they had become one with himself, and as the blades poured in, a faint gleam appeared on the blades.

They are indeed good knives

Xiao Yun is very satisfied with these two knives. Although they are not spiritual weapons, they are already the best knives among spiritual weapons. They can withstand their own sword intent. More than enough.

The key is that these two knives are quite strange.

The Cicada Wing Knife in particular is so thin and light that even the back is like a blade. It can also be bent and used as a shoulder strap.

After turning into a shoulder strap, if you don’t look carefully, you won’t be able to tell that it is a knife.

As for the heavy black sword, Xiao Yun replaced the horse-killing sword on the spot.

Xiao Yun exited the secret room and the stone door was closed again. At this moment, four figures appeared in the distance, and the leader was none other than Mo Wu.

"Senior Brother Xiao." Mo Wu looked surprised.

"Why are there only a few of you?" Xiao Yun couldn't help but ask.

"They are all separated. Now we are looking for Senior Brother Yu Canglang and the others." Mo Wu said, at this time a disciple of the Wuzong who was covered in blood rushed out from the left

"Senior Brother Mo Wu, we are being surrounded and killed," the disciple cried, not knowing whether it was because of fright or something, but his body was shaking.

"Who did this round-up and killing?" Mo Wu's expression changed drastically.

"It's Lou Lan and the others we met earlier. They teamed up to surround us and threatened to drive out all five of our disciples." The disciple said quickly.

Kill them all

Mo Wu’s face darkened, and the other three disciples turned pale.

“Where are the rest of the people?"Mo Wu asked quickly.

"It's over there. I managed to escape, but I don't know if any of them are still alive. "The disciple shrank his head and said with horror in his eyes.

"Let's go take a look. "After Mo Wu finished speaking, he took the lead in passing by.

Xiao Yun followed suit.

At the passage, seven corpses lay scattered, and one of the female disciples had all her clothes gone. , with shocking scars all over his body, he was obviously tortured to death.

What is even more shocking is another tall and thin disciple. Xiao Yun recognized this person as the one who said he was not convinced. The disciple of Beixuanzong who said this died miserably. Not a single piece of skin on his body was good. He was obviously skinned to death with a sharp weapon. His nails were already broken and the ground was covered with them. There were scratches from the struggle, which showed how fierce the struggle was before death.

Kaka

Mo Wu's face turned red, and his fists clenched tightly, and his joints trembled. Crisp sound.

There are also fights within the sect.

But the fights are all about simply killing the opponent. No one has ever killed others like this. This approach is not only crazy, it is simply twisted. Pervert.

"Hey, I found you. "

With a strange smile, the bald man came with a group of people, and the girl in golden scale armor named Loulan followed indifferently, walking slowly like a leisurely stroll.