"Not good!" Song Xiaoren was shocked, this situation has never been seen before, it has never appeared in the oral accounts of the ancestors, even when Song Chuyu accidentally touched this stone tablet, there has never been such a movement, it seems that this sword box is trying to break through the ground in vain, as if it has life!

Ye Fan narrowed his pupils and looked at the sword box made of kettle iron at the feet of the Dragon King, which was isolated from the exploration of the Heavenly Eye, and he couldn't see what was inside.

"Evil obstacle!" Long Canghai felt that the sword box under his feet was gradually unable to be suppressed, and roared angrily, bending his claws to grab the iron box!

With a clear groan, the sword box smashed into the stone and soil, lifted up a white mist, and leaped into the dragon king's palm.

This sword box is only half a meter long, less than a palm wide, boxy, tightly sealed, and the solder joints that were later added to its seal have been rusted, but this kettle of iron is intact, new and clear like a black crystal!

As soon as Long Canghai got this sword box, he sensed a sense of terrifying crisis, the iron box was extremely cold, and the slightest cold air was like a wisp of blade penetrating out, piercing the bone marrow!

"What an evil thing!"

How domineering and powerful the dragon king is, how can he be frightened by this small iron box, and the purple Yan in his palm suddenly burst up a two-foot-high red light, crackling and exploding, enveloping this cold and killing machine!

Ice and fire are intolerable, and the Dragon King tries to use his pure innate true qi to suppress this evil thing, and then try to get rid of its murderous demonic nature.

Everyone held their breath and fixed their eyes on the dragon king's right palm, and within half a minute, the dragon king's right hand was covered with a layer of ice chips, and the sword box emitted a series of tremors, and there was a loud bang, as if something was about to jump out!

A layer of red floated on the Dragon King's face, and the purple Yan True Qi in his palm was unexpectedly invincible to this sword box, and more and more ice flowers spread in the blazing True Qi, and his entire hand had been eroded by the cold qi and frozen into ice!

Sen Ran's murderous aura became more and more crazy, and the icy cold air wantonly revealed through the iron box, diffusely covering half of the Dragon King's figure, and even his hair and beard were covered with a layer of white frost!

The sound inside the iron box became more and more terrifying, crunching, as if the claws of a demon kept scraping against the iron of the kettle, making people's scalps tingle!

Song Chuyu's face was pale, after many years, she saw for the first time that the murderer of her mother was an unknown item in this sword box, and she saw it trembling and screaming with her own eyes, even a master like Long Canghai could not surrender in one move, and the shadow of death once again shrouded her mind.

Xie Senyang's eyes widened, where had he ever seen such an evil thing, whether it was the hand shown by the Dragon King or the terrifying iron box, it was beyond the scope of his cognition as a son, and at this moment there was only amazement.

Seeing this vision, Ye Fan was also taken aback, the strength of the Martial Saint could not suppress this sword box thing, this thing was really evil! He only paid attention to the battle between Long Canghai and the sword box thing, but he didn't notice Lu Qingyu's face and expression behind him!

Everyone just watched the excitement, completely ignoring Lu Qingyu, who had been silent, at this moment, her face did not have any fluctuations, like water in an ancient well, without waves and lines, but those empty eyes flashed with a strange ice blue color, which was exactly the same as the ice qi spreading out of the sword box!

"Drink!" Long Canghai saw that he was about to be planted on this small sword box, and the majestic true qi was carried around him, and the whole person was drowned in the red light, and he had to be angry, and his robe was agitated, like a dragon descending Arhat, rolling up the momentum of a fierce and unrivaled strong man!

The frost shattered in response to the sound and exploded into countless stars, but at this moment, a terrifying murderous aura erupted from the iron box, and with a loud bang, it exploded in the air!

Speckled bloodshot and ice flowers and frost qi danced in the sky, and the dazzling white light was like a small sun piercing through the deep cosmic space, and the brilliance that burst out in an instant made people unable to look directly!

Long Canghai flew wildly, raised his two arms and took a dozen steps backwards, and the red bricks shattered all the way under his feet......

An indigo glow burst out of the iron box and reached the sky, and the loud whisper pierced the sky of Washington, as if to vent the depression and anguish of being trapped for a hundred years, like a meteor in the sky, pulling out a long frost tail flame.

The afternoon sun in Washington turned dark in this strange scene, and I don't know if it was a coincidence or something, a dark cloud covered the sun, and the sky suddenly became a little dark.

As soon as the thing in the iron box was born, it caused a change in the heavens and the earth, which made people's hearts tremble, but Ye Fan noticed that Long Canghai's left hand was bleeding blood, and a dazzling bright red was flowing from his palm.

Is it a sword, or is it a sword? The dazzling brilliance makes it impossible to distinguish its true body.

In an instant, the little indigo light in the sky flew to the peak, and after flying to the peak, it circled out a few beautiful circles, drawing a frosty trajectory that was as winding as a dragon, rolling up a little cold star, and plunging headlong!

Its target was the pile of people behind Ye Fan, and this change made everyone wake up, and their hearts and galls were broken!

"Ahh

Could it be that the tragedy of more than ten years ago will be repeated in front of his eyes?

Ye Fan wanted to help, but he didn't know who to save, Song Chuyu, Lu Qingyu and Xie Senyang were all standing there, and he didn't have a flying sword in his hand to use, he was not sure at all to intercept this light of destruction with his bare hands.

At this moment of lightning, the bright spot that condensed infinite cold and brilliance had already shot in front of him, and its target was Lu Qingyu?!

Like a comet, it rolled up a flash of ice chips, and the bright spot fell on Lu Qingyu's side, surround her body, spiraling rapidly in a circle, so fast that she couldn't see its true face at all, and could only see the traces of the dragon that the light points connected into a curve, like a silver ribbon flying, stirring up thousands of frosts.

Song Chuyu and Xie Senyang flashed to the side in panic, this incredible scene stunned every pair of eyes.

Lu Qingyu's green hair moved without wind, and the depths of his pupils reflected a terrifying cold light, and his originally beautiful and quiet face was like a frost goddess at the moment, extremely cold, faintly revealing a temperament that repelled people thousands of miles away.

"This, this is ...... What's going on?" This situation exceeded Song Xiaoren's expectations, not to mention that the things in the iron box took the initiative to come out, and even surrounded a girl without causing any harm to her, this is unreasonable!

Ye Fan's eyes flickered, thoughts appeared frequently, and he vaguely guessed the approximate.

This thing flying out of the sword box is actively confessing its master!

It has an autonomous consciousness!

But what the hell is this thing?

He tried his best to see it clearly, as if to satisfy everyone's curiosity, the point of light that had been flying around Lu Qingyu for dozens of laps suddenly stopped, and at this moment, it finally showed its true face!

A little cold star, but the size of a willow leaf, the blue is extremely cold, like a knife not a knife, like a sword not a sword, more like an iron painting silver hook, a crescent moon.

"It's ...... Blade?" Xie Senyang muttered.

If it is said to be a knife, but it has no handle, it is as thin as a cicada's wings, sharp as snow, suspended next to Lu Qingyu, exuding a terrifying cold aura all the time, it is definitely a first-class killing weapon in the world.

Because it has no hilt, this special blade is even more unique and proud of the world, but everyone still has no clue what its origin is and what its name is.

Long Canghai stopped the blood in his palm, raised and grabbed the iron box on the ground, a pair of tiger eyes swept over the box, his face was shocked, and he read out loud: "Taiyin?"