She recognized the girl at a glance. She was the leader of the foundation-building team of the Trial Dao Conference. She had countless spiritual treasures on her body, and she even held Lin Gongying, the Zongzong Sword of Zhaoying Mountain.

With such treatment, her status in Zhaoyingshan should be very difficult. How come there is no one by her side to protect her?

The girl was Yuosu. She gestured with one hand in mid-air and said: "After entering the Sword Tomb, I heard the door slamming shut, and then my feet fell into the air, and I fell here."

With the same situation as them, no wonder it is like this.

Fu Zhu finished bandaging her in a few seconds and said, "It's done."

Hearing this, Yuesu glanced at his arm subconsciously. The bleeding had stopped and it didn't seem to hurt that much anymore.

"Can I go with you?" Yosu asked, raising his head.

Fu Zhu smiled happily, "Of course you can, there is only one road here anyway."

She has a very good impression of this little girl. At first glance, the little girl looks like she has been raised in a pampered manner, but she is not squeamish at all and is very lovable.

A triumphant smile appeared on Yuesu's face, and just as she was about to introduce herself, there was a "clang" and a sword fell at her feet.

Before she could react, Fu Zhu quickly pulled her away from the sword mountain. Behind her, the sword mountain began to shake and fall, and something seemed to be crawling out from underneath.

The iron sword slipped and was thrown into pieces. The hilltop of Jianshan was sliced ​​off with a sword, revealing a hole as big as the mouth of a bowl in the middle.

"What is that?" Yosu murmured.

A wisp of black and red smoke floated out from the pile of swords, slowly condensing into the form of a woman with a green face and fangs. She only had the upper half of her body, and she was holding a giant sword in both hands.

"It's the sword spirit!" Fu Zhu said in a deep voice, waving his snow-white sleeves and building a boundary wall to protect Yuesu and Su inside.

Yuosu is the daughter of the head of Lianxing Sword Sect. She is no stranger to the word sword spirit, but she has never seen it before. She recalled what her father told her before leaving, her eyes narrowed, and she exclaimed:

"My father said that the sword spirits in the Sword Tomb are full of resentment because they have been suppressed for too long. Most of them are very cruel. Once awakened, they have to drink enough blood to calm them down."

Her blood must have accidentally dripped onto a certain sword of resentful spirits!

Yuosu's face was filled with annoyance. If a sword of resentful spirits that had been suppressed for who knows how long had to drink enough blood, there would definitely be only a skeleton left.

Yuosu's words are consistent with what Elder Lu Zheng said before he came, but how could Fu Zhu let the Resentful Spirit Sword drink enough blood? The Resentful Sword is greedy, and I'm afraid the three of them will have to answer here!

The woman who was the incarnation of the sword spirit raised her giant sword and instead of attacking the talisman bead, she slashed at her barrier. The talisman bead thought about it and she knew the reason.

It was the little girl's blood that awakened the sword spirit, so she headed towards her barrier from the beginning. Of course, this does not mean that the sword spirit will only attack one person, but there is a priority.

Fu Zhu naturally wouldn't let this giant sword cut him down, so he stood in front of the barrier in a flash and used his sword to block it!

clang--

The harsh sound of gold and iron clashing came from the valley, making people's ears ring.

Although the sword spirit woman was made of a cloud of smoke, the sword in her hand seemed to be solid, weighing more than a thousand pieces of gold, forcing Fu Zhu's arms to go numb and her hind legs to take two steps.

"Senior Sister Fu Zhu, are you okay..." Mi Tao asked her with concern.

Yuesu also kept an open mind, observing the action of the battle all the time.

Fu Zhu shook his head, there was no look of defeat on his face, but he became more courageous as he fought.

She raised her sword and slashed the sword spirit woman horizontally. Even though she had no body, the green-faced and fanged woman still let out a trembling scream.

The voice was hoarse and shrill, a bit scary in the dark.

The black mist on her body dissipated a little, but quickly gathered together again. Fu Zhu had to swing his sword quickly to catch her off guard!

The speed of the Sword Spirit woman repairing herself gradually slowed down. She had just finished repairing a certain part of her body when a sword energy came again, penetrating the upper half of her body like a funnel.

After a while, Fu Zhu’s hand holding up the sword felt a little sore and weak. She was so exhausted that she couldn’t finish it!

The sword spirit woman was not much better, panting in mid-air, carefully mending a hole in her body.

It also made extremely unpleasant roars from time to time, seeming to be intimidating Fu Zhu.

Fu Zhu moved his fingers slightly upward two inches, grasped the hilt of the sword, and looked away casually.

He was secretly observing the movements of the Sword Spirit woman, and was preparing to kill her with a sword when she wasn't paying attention.

It was too tiring to fight back and forth like this. One person and one sword spirit formed a truce in a tacit agreement, but no one dared to relax.

Who knows when a sword will suddenly appear from behind?

The sword spirit woman grabbed her hand in the void, and the smoke dispersed by the talisman beads was caught in her hand. She looked down at the hole in her heart and filled the smoke in.

It's now!

The sword light was as fast as lightning, instantly piercing through the Sword Spirit woman's hand and piercing her chest.

Before she could react, two more swords were struck. One sword cut off the sword spirit woman's hand, and the other cut off the giant sword glowing with black energy.

The giant sword broke, and the sword spirit woman screamed, and her spiritual power dissipated in an instant.

Fu Zhu took a breath and raised her hand to remove the barrier. The two little girls quickly came to her side, with admiration in their eyes that they could not express.

"That's amazing!" If Yusu hadn't been injured on her arm, he would have applauded and cheered her.

"Let's go and see what kind of sword is buried underneath." Fu Zhu said.

The sword spirit is gone, so there is no danger anymore.

The mountain of swords fell down a lot due to the appearance of the sword spirit, but there were still many iron swords stacked horizontally and vertically. The three of them threw the swords away one by one and soon reached the bottom.

The sword was similar in shape to the sword held by the Sword Spirit woman, except that it was not as huge as when she held it in her hand, but it was still a broad sword.

In the center of the sword, there is a horizontal crack, which was left when the talisman bead killed the sword spirit woman.

"It's a pity that this sword is useless." Fu Zhu said with regret, pulled out the broad sword, looked carefully, and found two words engraved on the sword.

Lianfeng.

It should be the name of this sword. Swords that can give birth to sword spirits are all excellent swords. Maybe they are the swords of a certain swordsman. But Fu Zhu recalled it, but he couldn't remember any monk who wore the sword.

Named Lianfeng.

Yuesu felt that these two words sounded familiar to him. After thinking hard, he suddenly realized and said: "Lian Feng is not a sword in the world of cultivation!"

The eyes of Fu Zhu and Mi Yu both fell on her. Yuosu recalled the story he had heard and continued: "It is said that a thousand years ago, a very powerful swordsman came out of the demon world. He had a weird personality and loved to talk to people about life and death.

Swords have a bad reputation in both the demon world and the cultivation world, so the sword he uses is named Lian Feng.

"It's just that he suddenly disappeared later. Some people say that he committed suicide after the famous Qingyun Wenjian Master Qingyun was defeated at the time. Some people say that he died during the tribulation."

Yuesu has always loved reading unofficial histories of the world of cultivation, and has listened to many stories since he was a child.

But she also knew that a story was just a story after all, and said softly: "I just heard it from hearsay. As for the truth, I don't know much about it."

But what left a deep impression on Yuesu was that that year was indeed recorded in the history of cultivation, but what was recorded was...
Chapter completed!