The selection is still in full swing, but everyone in the square is discussing the previous events in an interesting way. And the protagonist who is being discussed is now following Elder Feng to the Holy Fire Gate.
The Holy Fire Gate is located on the southwest side of the Huangyan Valley. Together with the other two gates, the Red Fire Gate and the Lihuo Gate, they circle around the valley. In the center of the Huangyan Valley, there is a magical sea of fire rolling. It is for this reason that a
A large number of fire-attribute powerhouses have established the unshakable position of Huangyan Valley's forces.
At the entrance of the valley, a huge bluestone monument rises from the ground, and on the stone monument, three elegant and handsome characters "Holy Fire Gate" stand out, eye-catching.
It contains a vague sword intention, although it is vague, it exudes sharpness, like a sharp sword. Once it is unsheathed, it can conquer the world.
Arriving in front of the stele, Lin Xiu faintly raised his head and looked at the big characters. At this moment, a sword intent came out from the stele and shrouded Lin Xiu. Just about to use his meager strength, Lin Xiu
Xiu found that he couldn't move at all, even his eyes.
Imprisonment! When the sword's intention reaches an extremely high level, it can imprison a person. Obviously, the sword's intention inadvertently revealed in this stone tablet has reached this level, then if...
The more he thought about it, the stronger the fear in his heart became. Lin Xiu clearly felt that his back was soaked. Fortunately, Lin Xiu had the stability of his peers. Although he knew the crisis of the situation at hand, he never forgot his other identity.
, Alchemist! As an alchemist, apart from his alchemy skills, what he is most proud of is his terrifying soul power. When he stabilizes his emotions, Lin Xiu's soul power comes out of his body, forming a small transparent soul net.
Hovering above Lin Xiu's head, he tried his best to resist the sword intent that could not be resisted.
And that sword intent seemed to be aroused by Lin Xiu's movements. Suddenly, a shocking sword intent struck at Lin Xiu and pressed directly against the soul net.
"puff!"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Lin Xiu's blood droplets fell and sprinkled on Lin Xiu's white sleeves. This blow caused Lin Xiu to suffer an unprecedented severe injury. The pain from the depths of his soul made Lin Xiu understand clearly.
His consciousness gradually became blurred.
"Lin Xiu, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, wuwu."
Looking at the blood stains on his sleeves, Fu Huang was a little panicked. He supported Lin Xiu's shaky body. Seeing the pain on his face, he actually started crying like a little girl.
Elder Feng beside him also ducked and came to Lin Xiu. His old hand stretched out from his fiery red sleeves and landed on Lin Xiu's pulse. Sensing the disorder in Lin Xiu's body, his black eyebrows,
Wrinkled into a ball.
"Elder Feng, is Brother Lin Xiu okay? Please help him quickly."
Fu Huang looked at Elder Feng with a begging look and said.
Nodding slightly, Elder Feng took out a small bottle from his long sleeves, poured out a few pills, and put it into Lin Xiu's mouth. Then he turned to Fu Huang, who was still looking worried: "Don't worry, he won't have any problems."
It’s serious, just rest for a few days and you’ll be fine.”
Although he said this, Elder Feng still had some doubts in his mind. Lin Xiu's symptoms just now were obviously injured by the sword energy, and they happened in the midst of lightning and flint. However, how could he be affected by the sword energy for no reason?
He was injured. Recalling the scene just now, he only remembered that Lin Xiu suddenly stopped while walking, and then spurted out a mouthful of blood... After thinking for a moment, Elder Feng shook his head in confusion. He had no clue, so he had to kill Lin Xiu first.
Help into the sect.
The lights were dim, and the square, which was crowded with people during the day, was rarely silent at this moment. But Lin Xiu was lying on the spacious wooden bed in the Holy Fire Gate guest room, staring blankly at the beams, quietly lost in thought.
At this moment, he kept repeating that shocking sword in his mind. He believed that if it weren't for the mercy of the sword, he would have died long ago.
Just when Lin Xiu had an idea, that shocking sword suddenly turned into countless sword shadows, dancing in the sky in his mind.
"This is a set of swordsmanship!!"
Lin Xiu was shocked. Who would have thought that there would be a set of sword skills hidden in this seemingly ordinary stone tablet, and judging from its appearance, it was obviously of a high level. Knowing the key at this moment, Lin Xiu gave it up.
All the messy thoughts put all the attention on the shadow of the sword that was still dancing.
Countless sword shadows are dancing in my mind, each one repeating a strange movement, some slow, some rapid, some simple, some obscure... A set of sword skills, when executed, is like a dance.
So beautiful, Lin Xiu was unconsciously immersed in it...
The moon slowly moves forward in the dark night, looking for the light of dawn. The morning star seems to have seen the confusion of the moon, and stands quietly in the east, waving to the moon.
Lin Xiu, who was immersed in the shadow of the sword, suddenly changed his calm expression. The countless sword shadows in his mind overlapped in an instant. The body lying on the bed suddenly jumped up. According to the momentum of the sword, Lin Xiu
Xiu made a chopping motion.
"boom!"
The vase on the wooden table turned into dust before Lin Xiu finished his action, and the table holding the vase was also shattered into pieces.
Adding to the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, Lin Xiu's black eyes revealed a sparkle, and he said excitedly: "Is this the power of Yanhuang Sword Technique?"
As if he didn't know how powerful the swordsmanship was in front of him, Lin Xiu was quite narcissistic. From that set of swordsmanship, the information Lin Xiu could get was the name of the set of swordsmanship, Yanhuang Sword.
The Dharma, as well as the division of its levels, have three levels. The first level is the sword pointing to the earth, the second level is the sword to control the sky, and the third level is the sword to the world. As for the others, I don't know.
Although he didn't know the origin of this sword technique, Lin Xiu was still secretly happy. This was for no reason, and he had another set of extremely powerful sword techniques. Although he suffered a lot of injuries for it, it was worth it.
Returning to the bed, Lin Xiu sat cross-legged, his mind sinking, he quietly sorted out his slowly recovering soul power, carefully adjusted his breath, and then Lin Xiu got out of bed again.
This time, thanks to Elder Feng, if he hadn't come to the rescue in time, the consequences would have been disastrous. Realizing that he had recovered more than half of his soul power, Lin Xiu was extremely grateful.
"Thankfully, Elder Feng, otherwise the injury would have taken ten and a half days at least. I don't know what the situation is outside now."
Slowly raising his head, Lin Xiu looked out the window and said silently in his heart that he was not a person who did not know how to repay, and he would repay the kindness he owed.
The early morning sunlight shines through the window and into Lin Xiu's eyes, flashing slightly...