When he was in front of the giant sword, Qin Luo felt how huge its sword intent was. It seemed like a dangerous peak pressing on him, making people unable to resist at all!

"I feel so tired. I feel like I've been overnight for half a month." Qin Luo's waist could no longer be straight. He gasped and slapped the green light on himself. "However, labor and capital came to another world, not to die here!"

All the scars were quickly disappearing, but the sword intent pressing on Qin Luo became stronger because the giant sword was already flying slowly towards him.

Hu Yidao never dreamed that Qin Luo had survived the first level. He held the long sword tightly and was ready to provide help at any time.

Qin Luo simply closed his eyes and tried to recall the feeling of the past when he used the ox to cut Ding.

He quickly flashed in front of him the scenes of his slaughtering strange beasts, from the beginning of the Gu eagle, then to the dark phoenix, and finally the Qingyi...

He seemed to have entered a dream, dazed and awake. Although he did not open his eyes, everything that happened around him was clearly visible!

Fei Lang's flowing fluff, Hu Yidao's nervous eyes, and the giant sword getting closer and closer to him!

It seems...this is the feeling!

The Xuanyuan kitchen knife in his hand seemed to feel the owner's thoughts, and wisps of invisible golden light flew out from the knife and slowly lingered on Qin Luo.

The giant sword flew over, and Qin Luo's eyes had turned into solid color.

Unlike Hu Yiwan's pure black, Qin Luo's eyes are dazzling golden!

Qin Luo waved a heavy blow, and Hu Yidao's pupils shrank suddenly!

One sword and one sword collided in the air, and the giant sword began to collapse at the moment of contact.

The giant sword did not turn into tens of thousands of long swords scattered, but directly turned into powder!

"I didn't expect that this kid could do something that I haven't been able to do in more than a thousand years!" Hu Yidao murmured to himself, "Is this God's will?"

After the long sword was all shattered, the giant stone sword suddenly shaking violently, and dozens of iron chains wrapped around it danced like black snakes, and a harsh whistle sounded throughout the cave.

The broken foam of the long sword emitted a faint blue fluorescent light, like countless fluorescent insects flying in the air. They finally condensed into an elderly man holding a long sword.

Qin Luo was slightly stunned. The old man's appearance was almost the same as the swordsman statue seen in the square. Could this be the first city lord of Ningzhou City?

"Who dares to destroy my Wen family formation!"

The old man glared at Qin Luo, and a Ruyuan sword intent that was ten times better than just now locked him firmly.

Qin Luo was too lazy to speak, but just hooked his finger at the old man.

"Your Majesty dare!"

The old man was furious. With a finger of the long sword, a sword light had already shot towards Qin Luo's forehead from the air!

Although the sword light is fast, unfortunately, Qin Luo's eyes are no different from snails in his eyes when he is in the Kongming state.

As long as Qin Luo is willing, he can slow down the surrounding time to a state of almost stopping!

The blue sword light passed through Qin Luo's head and blew a piece of bluestone on the ground into a sky full of pink foam.

The old man was shocked because the enemy was completely unscathed, and instead threw the kitchen knife in his hand at him.

Almost the moment he took off his hand, the kitchen knife slashed the old man's chest hard, and then turned back to Qin Luo's hand.

The old man's eyes were no longer full of energy. From the wound on his chest, his whole body slowly turned into ashes.

At the same time, in a secret room on the top floor of Zangjian Pavilion, a young man sitting cross-legged in meditation suddenly opened his eyes, and a crack had appeared on a blue long sword on the altar in front of him.

The young man's face looked like the frost in February, and the cracks on his sword became bigger and bigger, and eventually broke into two pieces...

In the sword tomb, it seemed that an invisible giant hand was slowly pulling up the stone sword. Hu Yidao and Qin Luo were still standing on it without moving. Fei Lang, who turned into a white tiger, inserted his claws deeply into the stone sword under him, firmly fixing himself on it.

The stone sword finally left the stone platform and hovered in the air without moving.

A big hole was revealed in the middle of the stone platform, which was exactly where the stone sword was inserted before.

A few seconds later, a translucent woman with a fluorescent light on her body slowly rose from the cave and floated to the stone platform.

It's really floating!

If he was in a normal state, Qin Luo would probably have become weak in his calf and fell directly from it. Now even if King Yan Luo comes, he dares to fight one. How could he be afraid of a small ghost?

Under the bright yellow light, you can clearly see that the female ghost has bright eyes and white teeth, and her eyebrows are picturesque, which is somewhat similar to Wen Yao.

She looked around and found no two people above her head.

The female ghost sighed, took out a crystal-clear jade flute from her long sleeves, and slowly started to blew it.

The melodious and melodious sound of the flute echoed in the sword tomb, like songs and tears, making Qin Luo unable to help but listen to it.

He seemed to see a beautiful girl in her youth sitting by the mirror-like lake washing her long hair.

The girl looked at the reflected beautiful figure in the water, sometimes chuckled and sometimes coquettish, as if she was savoring the little things she had when she met her lover...

Hu Yidao stared at the female ghost intently, his eyes were already fascinated...

After the heartbreaking sound of a flute ended, Qin Luo's eyes were already wet.

He found that he had actually returned to his normal state in the sound of the flute, and the golden light in his eyes had disappeared.

"It's so embarrassing, I actually cried." Qin Luo wiped his tears and secretly looked to the side, "Huh?"

Why are people missing?

Qin Luo and Fei Lang stared at each other with big eyes, but they didn't even notice when Hu Yidao disappeared.

Looking further down, the female ghost had already stood up and cried so hard that the pear blossoms were in the rain.

Hu Yiwan stood five meters away from her, and a strong and gentle look appeared in her black pupils.

"You are here?"

"Yeah, I'm here!"

The two stood on the stone platform and looked at each other affectionately, as if an old friend who had been away for a long time was asking about his well-being.

It was just that the last time I parted, and the goodbye was a thousand years later. One person became a ghost and the other became a demon, which makes people sigh...

Qin Luo, who watched countless movies, could not guess that they had an affair, so he sat on the stone sword and became a melon-eating crowd with relish. Alas, it’s a pity that there are no melon seeds in hand...

"Xiao Rou." Hu Yidao said stammeringly, "Are you doing well these years... okay?"

"Oh..." said the female ghost quietly, "After you left, I was locked up in the Zangjian Pavilion by my father, crying every day. My father felt that this was a great humiliation for his life, so he locked my soul after death into the sword tomb, so that I would never be able to reincarnate forever."

"I'm sorry..." Hu Yidao lowered his head sadly and murmured, "I'm the one who harmed you."

"Follower!" The female ghost smiled, "I have never blamed you. I just hate myself for not being able to make up my mind to go with you!"

Hu Yidao's nose felt sore. He opened his hands and wanted to hold the female ghost into his arms, but found that his hands actually penetrated the other person's body.
Chapter completed!