"You!" Gongsun Shilian felt a bad premonition in her heart, pulled out the Jiangmo sword, and pointed at Hua Yingxiu.

"It's this old man who can't control it, so what do you have to do with me?" Hua Yingxiu raised her head and took a sip of the wine, then smashed the wine jar to the ground.

"Can you withdraw the formation?" Gongsun Shilan asked.

"The Qianshe Sword Formation, there will be no return." Hua Yingxiu shook her head, and then said solemnly: "Don't worry, he will not die here."

"Why should I believe you?" Gongsun Shilan moved the sword an inch, but was blocked by a layer of wine.

"The Burial Sword Villa listed three evils and four evils, and the old man ranked first among the three evils, and I was the last among the four evils. Miss Gongsun, do you know how the rankings of these three evils and four evils are divided?" Hua Yingxiu said leisurely.

Gongsun Shilian looked at Hua Yingxiu in confusion.

"Evil refers to a vicious person. The more vicious this person is, the more ruthless the duel with others, the higher the ranking here. As for this evil, it refers to the evil of good and evil."

"The evil of good and evil?"

"Yes. I am at the end of the four evils, and the first of the four evils are two extremes, and the extreme of evil is good. The first of the four evils is full of evils, and the corresponding me naturally holds great good thoughts." Hua Yingxiu smiled, "Evil is responsible for killing people, and I am responsible for saving people."

In the cave, the Thousand Skeleton Sword Formation has taken shape.

Previously, Luo Feiyu had seen the seven-star dust formation formed by the Wudang Sect with seven people, and also saw Ren Shaohua's silk thread killing formation and the five-sound formation of the five sisters of Guzhoufang, etc., but those formations lacked a lot of momentum and a little more vitality in front of this Thousand Skeleton formation.

Because this formation is dead.

Many swords broke out from the sword mountain and danced wildly in the air. They had left their names in the world, but now they have become empty sword bones.

But the sharp edge of the sword is not over.

"What I am most afraid of is the sword." Luo Feiyu raised the sword, broke the sword, and rushed out of the cave.

But then, more than a dozen swords blocked Luo Feiyu's way. He turned his head suddenly and found that Fu Xiang, who was sitting in the hanging sword, was smiling at him, with a graceful smile without losing his coldness.

At this moment, he really deserves the name of the Five Swords.

"Do you really think my sword formation is so easy to break through?" Fu Xiang stretched out his right hand and quickly flew over the hanging sword in front of him. The dozen or so swords suddenly became crazy and attacked Luo Feiyu.

"Do you really think you can trap me with a sword?" Luo Feiyu shouted coldly, and the cold sword energy flowed across the sword. The remaining cold sword energy in his body burst out, causing the surroundings to be stained with frost.

It also caused the dozen or so swords in front of him to stop.

"Is this sword energy?" Fu Xiang's eyes flashed with fanaticism. "When I climbed Kunlun at night and played the sword song with the stinky fairy king, I heard him talk about this sword. He said that this sword was hidden under two snow-capped mountains, and if you want to take it out, you have to break through the ice layer that has been scattered for thousands of years. I didn't expect that one day I could see this sword and see the sky with the snow."

"It's a pity that he is no longer here. Who else can control the Sword of Extreme Cold except him?" Fu Xiang smiled and pulled his fingers. The frost cold on the dozen swords shook off and stabbed Luo Feiyu again.

This character who has become a legend in the world has not yet become a blunt sword.

Just like his sword.

"Hmph." Luo Feiyu sneered.

He had never been afraid of facing swords. Even if he had just entered the world and faced Gongsun Jianwu, he had no intention of retreating on the Meitai alone, or he had faced the owner of Liuyue Villa for his master's wife, or had just faced the descendants of the Immortal Lord, he had no intention of retreating.

This was the case two years ago, and now it is the same.

A bloody light suddenly rose in Luo Feiyu's eyes, and he raised his sword to face the group of swords.

"I guess you would be so brave." Fu Xiang's face was full of praise, but his eyes were cold and sharp, because only in this way could he capture the trajectory of each sword in the sword formation and then manipulate it.

Fu Xiang waved his hand gently, causing the swords to spread apart, and the original killing situation disappeared instantly, but became extremely clever, surrounding Luo Feiyu.

"How could it be!" Luo Feiyu withdrew the sword and a hint of surprise flashed through his bloody eyes.

"It seems you didn't listen to me carefully just now." Fu Xiang raised his head and smiled, "I said, the swords in the cave are all the swords piled up in the Burial Sword Villa back then, and they are all dead."

"Is this place the tomb set up for the sword back then?" Luo Feiyu looked at the mountain of swords under his feet in surprise.

Fu Xiang sneered, "Yes, what Zhuanjian Villa wiped out the sword energy in the sword, not the shape. Although they looked intact, they were actually full of holes and had no sword energy."

"It's a coincidence that the culprit who destroyed them back then is also here." Fu Xiang looked at the Fen in Luo Feiyu's hand.

"It's been twenty-two years, and I still want to use the qi-gasing technique to absorb their sword energy, so that they can't be peaceful if they become bones?"

"joke!"

A sword rose in the sword mountain, and the sword's spine was like a rippling ripples. Even if it was dead, the plain and water-like light on the sword's body was vaguely visible.

"The sword name Su Bo is ranked sixth in the sword score during his lifetime." Fu Xiang looked at the sword and smiled faintly.

"Su Bo? Could it be..." Luo Feiyu was extremely shocked.

"It's the Subo you can think of now. This once created a legend of bringing a sword into the village for your confidant. But it also died under the sword." Fu Xiang's smile gradually became sad, but was soon replaced by ferociousness. "And now, I want to avenge this sword."

The Su Bo sword shone with a cold light, and the clear waves on the spine began to ripple, forming an extremely fierce attack!

Luo Feiyu raised his sword and burst out all the wine that had been left by Hua Yingxiu on his body, gathering it on the sword edge.

The two swords met, which shocked countless dust, and the dozen swords surrounding Luo Feiyu kept trembling.

"A sword pours wine, such a mundane sword." Fu Xiang looked a little dazed, "It's hard to imagine that this was created by the boy who likes to drink tea. Drinking tea can taste wine. Looking at the world, you are the only one."

"However, this sword should not be swung by the sword."

Everything suddenly became quiet.

Luo Feiyu staggered under his feet and went drunk.

"The old woman's wine is so intoxicating, just like when she was young." Fu Xiang squirted and smiled faintly.

Outside the entrance of the cave, Hua Yingxiu chuckled and said, "Although this old man can't control himself, he can be considered rational at least. It seems that he was infected by me, so like me, he has that great kindness in his heart."

"A great thing, good thought?" Gongsun Shilan asked, "What is this good thought?"

"This world has been going on for a hundred years, and the greatest good thoughts are the only thing."
Chapter completed!