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Chapter 542: Separated by a Wall

Hearing the head of the sect Yu Jizi explain that it was the sword spirits of the two divine swords fighting each other, all the disciples looked at each other.

In the end, it was Senior Brother Gu Jianchi who said: "Master, half a year ago, Senior Brother Xiaochuan and Senior Sister Yun Qiyou fought in the Cangyun Great Test, which was also a divine sword, why were neither of them controlled by the sword spirit at that time?"

Yu Jizi smiled slightly, this was a great opportunity for these young disciples to increase their experience, and he naturally did not hesitate to give advice.

Said: "This is the reason for Chunjun, Chunjun is after the ten ancient swords, but it is also the most special one, it is the only one of the ten swords that is not a blood refining magic weapon, according to legend, this sword is the magic weapon of the god of war in the world, the fighting spirit is endless, it is very easy to be attracted by the sword spirit and instrument spirit that is comparable to their own strength, and then they will involuntarily attack it." It's just that Xuankong Shenni didn't expect that the spiritual power of Xiaochuan's Bladeless Divine Sword was by no means weaker than that of Chunjun, and in the face of Chunjun's provocation, the Sword Spirit of Bladeless Sword had no fear and began to fight back, which almost caused a catastrophe. ”

When the disciples heard Yu Jizi's words, they all changed color slightly, they had long known that the bladeless sword in Ye Xiaochuan's hand was powerful, but they never expected that it could be so powerful that it could be comparable to Chunjun, one of the top ten divine soldiers.

Gu Jianchi asked the master which sword won the battle between the two swords.

Yu Jizi smiled and said, "Of course Wufeng won, otherwise it should be Xiaochuan who is unconscious at the moment, not Miaohua." ”

Ye Xiaochuan just woke up and needed to retreat, he was promoted, and he had to play the fifth round of the competition tomorrow, so Yu Jizi asked everyone in the room to go back to rest, don't disturb Ye Xiaochuan to rest.

Soon, the room became empty again, and in order to let the senior brother rest, Yang Shijiu also took away the twittering wealth. Then he blew out the three butter candles in the house and let the senior brother have a good rest.

How can Ye Xiaochuan feel sleepy?

He lay on the bed, looking at the darkness in front of him, and the song that Situ Feng sang when he disappeared came to his mind.

Then he couldn't help but chant it.

There is no blade of the sword, the thought of cutting the dust, and the three lives and seven generations are constantly chopping.

......

As soon as he had chanted two sentences, he suddenly heard a few knocking sounds, and then he heard the voice of the clouds begging next door.

"Ye Xiaochuan, is he gone?"

Ye Xiaochuan sat up and said, "What are you talking about?" ”

Yun Qiyu said slowly: "You deceived everyone, but you can't fool me, don't forget, the curse of Wufeng and Dust, I am also a party, alas, I didn't expect that the person with whom Uncle Yunyazi wanted to share a high level was actually Situ Feng's predecessor six thousand years ago, for so many years, has his soul been remaining in the Wufeng Sword?"

Ye Xiaochuan was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

Originally, I thought that except for myself and Xuan Ying, no one knew about Situ Feng's soul, but I didn't expect that Yun Qiyou would know about it.

Yun Qiyou saw that Ye Xiaochuan didn't speak for a long time, so he spoke: "Situ Feng's death, you are very sad, I am also very sad, Qichen has been in a very sad state for the past two days, and my mood has also been affected. In the past two days, the reason why you have been in a mess is actually because of Wufeng's grief that has affected your soul and you can't extricate yourself. The master passed away, and the sword mourned, this is common sense. ”

Ye Xiaochuan didn't deny it again this time, and said: "Senior Situ knew that he would disappear soon, he chose the last battle in his life and ended all his stories, I am not sad, I am only happy for him, because when he left, he walked with a smile." He was destined to stay at the Cliff. I didn't understand it before, but I only recently figured out that the Broken Sky Cliff is the place where Su Qing's soul is destroyed, and a wisp of Situ Feng's remnant soul has not dissipated for six thousand years, because this is the place where his soul returns. Six thousand years is too long, Situ seniors are living in pain all the time, and death is a relief for him. ”

Yun Qiyou and Ye Xiaochuan's tears suddenly began to flow down uncontrollably at this moment, and they seemed to feel the sadness in each other's hearts.

The two of them stretched out their hands almost at the same time, touching the wall, and their palms were almost in the same position on the wall, rubbing gently, as if the wall was each other's cheeks, trying to comfort each other.

The infatuated men and women who are destined to be entangled all their lives, even if they are separated by a wall, they still can't stop the hearts in their hearts.

After a long time, the two of them withdrew their palms as if they were connected hearts.

Ye Xiaochuan suddenly laughed and said: "When the sun rises tomorrow, I am the carefree Ye Xiaochuan again, Senior Situ is just a passerby destined to go through my life, he hopes that we can break the damn curse, let us live happily, and there will be no more tragedies of love and killing, so I must be happy, this is his wish." ”

Yun Qiyou said: "Yes, everything has passed, the path opened for us by the predecessors with their lives, let's go down, and see what this reincarnation of three lives and seven lives, across the end of nine thousand nine hundred, is what." ”

It's a calm night, but how many people can feel the undercurrent under the calm?

Xuanying's traces were discovered again, but this time the person who found her was not a demon sect, but a master of Xuantian Sect.

Two days ago on the Broken Sky Cliff, Xuan Ying didn't want to see Situ Feng's soul scattered, so he left the Broken Sky Cliff and planned to return to Mount Meru to recuperate for a while.

As a result, in the wilderness only about eight hundred miles away from the Broken Sky Cliff, he was trapped by three masters, led by Qiankunzi's junior brother, the emaciated gray-robed old man.

The other two, an old woman in her sixties and seventies, with a huge dragon head cane in her hand, bent over and coughed from time to time, it seemed that the old woman was old and in poor health.

There is also an old man in a gray robe, but his appearance is extremely ugly, with five short figures, short legs and short arms, and a big belly, childish face and white hair, and eyes as sharp as eagles.

In this wilderness, the three of them surrounded Xuan Ying in the middle and didn't speak for a while.

I don't know how long it took, the gray-robed old man finally spoke, and said hoarsely: "Xuanying senior, I don't mean to offend tonight, but I want to ask my seniors about something, and I also invite my seniors to Kunlun Mountain to talk about it, and I will treat it as a distinguished guest." ”

Xuan Ying sneered expressionlessly and said, "Oh, what if I don't go?"

The gray-robed old man with five short statures and white hair next to him smiled faintly, and said in a somewhat voice: "If the seniors deliberately embarrass the three of us, then we have no choice but to offend." ”