"I still want to turn the tables?"

Weng Ming, the sword body of Jinghong Sword, was trembling, but unfortunately, he could only do this. However, the other party never gave up, and the sound of Weng Ming was endless.

But in the deep cage, no matter how hard he struggles, it will only be useless.

Chen Yu could understand him, and finally escaped into Jinghong's sword in order to survive. This was a decision that he had to make.

He tried to use his spiritual power, Mu Zishan's sword intent, and the power of Jinghong Sword itself to superimpose three items. He thought that he could break the cage no matter how hard he could, so as to escape smoothly.

But he was wrong. The mountains and rivers of the Bajiao Prison Town Tower are like iron walls. As long as the tower does not collapse, he will never be able to escape.

If the spiritual power is integrated into the sword body, it would be fine if the time is short, but at worst, you can pay a certain price to force it out.

If you stay for a long time, you will be slowly eroded, and you may have to be a sword spirit at that time. No wonder the other party wants to resist, and no one can stand it.

But even so, Chen Yu never thought of letting him go. He thought that he would be helpless if he hid in the sword, and he thought it was so beautiful!

He reached out and held the Jinghong Sword directly. In an instant, the endless blood evil spirit rushed towards Chen Yu frantically.

The one inside almost laughed out loud. He resisted desperately just now, but it was useless and he was almost desperate.

I thought I was really going to become a sword spirit and could be suppressed for countless years.

As a result, the young man actually had the courage to reach out and hold the Jinghong Sword. You are seeking death by yourself, no wonder anyone!

Jinghong Sword has killed countless people and has the ability to bewitch people's hearts. Those who hold the sword will become a bloodthirsty beast that will kill.

He himself is Mu Zishan's negative spiritual power, and the destructive power caused by the combination of the two is definitely not something that one or two young people can stop.

He had even seen Chen Yu's mind being taken away and his madness was so crazy that he even imagined himself taking advantage of the situation and directly occupying this body that was not inferior to Mu Zishan.

However, before he could be excited, something that surprised him happened, and all the negative energy was stopped outside.

It was like the young man in front of him had a perfect layer of defense in front of him, and no matter how storms were outside, it could not invade any of the storms.

How is this possible? Even Muzishan would never have any impact!

"What, it's very unexpected!" Chen Yu's hand holding the sword was very stable, and he could clearly feel the terrifying energy coming from the sword. Unfortunately, all of this energy was blocked by him.

"I wear the Heaven and Earth Lock, but I can lock myself, and no external force can invade me. Otherwise, do you think I really dare to hold this sword casually!"

"I'm so old, why are you still so naive!"

After the words came to an end, Chen Yu's righteousness was thriving, shining directly on the Jinghong Sword, as if he wanted to destroy all the negative energy in the sword.

At the same time, the treasures given by Chen Xing before began to emit a ray of light, and the combination of the two further increased the aura around Chen Yu.

The negative energy that was originally about to invade Chen Yu continued to collapse and dissipate little by little.

"You, you!" Jinghong Sword kept shaking, but unfortunately it was useless. I could only watch the power of Haoran's righteousness continue to invade.

This power is not too powerful, but it seems to naturally restrain them. Moreover, the most hateful thing is that their spiritual influence cannot affect the other party at all, and they can only be passively beaten.

In other words, only people hurt themselves, but they have no countermeasures. This battle has been lost since the beginning.

People are preparing to waste him a little bit. If one goes up and down, they will surely collapse.

He pushed the sword intent of Jinghong Sword in front and hid himself behind, trying to buy more time for himself as much as possible and find a way to break the deadlock.

And under the illumination of the righteous spirit, Jinghong Sword seemed to be being affected little by little, and it began to tremble continuously.

In a trance, Chen Yu seemed to see many scenes. He saw a young man wearing a long sword and traveling around the world without losing.

This seemed like a natural protagonist, and every move caused the world. In addition, his romantic style really made countless women crazy.

But for these things, he always disdains, practices swords on his own, travels around the world, and challenges famous masters.

It’s like these beautiful women who only interfere with his sword drawing speed and will only affect his success.

He originally thought that his life would be infinitely bright, he would become a hero that everyone admired, and another Taishan Beidou in the world.

However, in this life, a person has never been able to control himself.

Until that afternoon, when I was taking water from a small pool in the wilderness, I met the one who was bathing. I couldn't extricate myself just by just a glance.

Since then, he has become crazy about love, and his sword has become more sharp and more unfathomable.

One day, it was when he was at its peak that a young man wanted to challenge him. Everyone thought that young man was crazy, including himself.

He was unwilling to accept the challenge, but after being convinced by her, he himself felt that he should give the young man a chance, although he was still a young man himself.

No one thought he would lose, even he himself felt so. If an unknown young man hadn't spoken up and asked him to accept the challenge, he wouldn't even look at it.

Who would have thought that on the day of the competition, his hands and feet were sore and most of his martial arts were wasted.

He knew that he was poisoned, but he was very careful on weekdays, especially when he had to fight with others, and he was even more cautious than usual, even if he felt that the opponent was pitiful.

The only possibility is the people around her, and only she has the opportunity to poison herself.

His eyes looked to the side, and he hoped that the person he loved deeply could give him a sorry look and tell him his own difficulties. And he would forgive him no matter what.

However, from beginning to end, he saw indifference, and even saw the people around him hugging in the arms of his opponents with great happiness.

At this moment, he understood that from meeting each other and then now, it was just designed by others, just to make him a stepping stone for others.

At this moment, his sword heart collapsed, and his sword intent regressed thousands of miles in an instant.

What's even more terrifying is that the opponent's sword seems to completely restrain him, making him extremely embarrassed and passively defend.

Without surprise, he lost, and even his left arm was cut off, and the tendons and veins on his right arm were broken. This means that from then on, he was ruined.

Since then, the halo is gone, he is like a clown, and can only watch others holding his former lover, stepping on his reputation, and reaching the glory that should have belonged to him.

From that day on, he was chased and killed. He was unable to hold the sword without both hands, and finally fell from the top of the mountain.

Others thought he was dead, but in fact he was hooked by the branches of a tree in the mountains. He was alive, but he was better off than death.

From then on, he returned to his home in shame and returned to the once famous Zhujian Villa.

But at this moment, the villa has been damaged and all the disciples have been killed.

He found what his ancestors left behind and found the sword-casting method considered forbidden art.

The Sword-Casting Villa was famous for making swords, but a swordsman like him came out, which brought disaster to the villa.

All his parents and brothers were killed, and he was the only one who was a waste of his family. Since then, he has only a lot of hatred left in his heart.

After that, he had been in seclusion for 30 years, using his own blood and the forbidden technique of the Sword Casting Villa to create this sword.

At the same time, he tried his best to cultivate a nearly perfect disciple, taught him all his knowledge, and let him avenge himself.

Finally, he sent the disciple out, and then resolutely used his own sacrifice to dissolve the hatred in the sword.

On the day of the sword, the radius of ten miles was strangled by the sword energy, and the bloody aura filled the sky, as if the sky was crying blood.

This sword filled with his infinite hatred and unwillingness, the sword name is Jinghong!
Chapter completed!