Just as the stamens of the rose began to bloom with a sweet scent, he suddenly felt a terrible power.

It's a power you've never felt before, and there's a breath of death in it.

He had even closed his eyes, intending to use his body to bear Shang Tianxiang's fatal sword.

However, Shang Tianxiang's red-faced sword did not pierce his chest.

Because just when Shang Tianxiang's red-faced sword was about to be inserted into Lan Yutang's chest, the laughter of the old immortal and the immortal suddenly stopped, like a gramophone that was suddenly turned off.

There was only one voice left in the dimly lit hallway, the sound of wheezing.

The sword light faded, and the torches hanging on the stone walls on both sides were about to burn out, making a crackling sound, and bean-sized sparks exploded from above, like ghost fires beating on a grave at midnight.

Everything in the cave was back to its original state.

Shang Tianxiang is Shang Tianxiang, the big water tank is still the big water tank, Lan Yutang is still like a rock in front of the death, there is no bloodshed, and his chest is not pierced by the sword of red face in Shang Tianxiang's hand.

The blue robe fluttered under the urging of Shang Tianxiang's fierce sword wind, like a streamer hanging on the antlers after a fierce battle.

And the few strands of long hair that were originally hanging on his shoulders slowly fell like black snow because of the urging of the sharp blade of the Red Face Sword.

Deathly silence in the cavern.

In the silence, he couldn't help but look at Shang Tianxiang, who was drenched in sweat, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then, slowly pacing in front of her, stretched out two fingers, and flicked it lightly on the sword of red face, and then, he heard a crisp sound of "bang".

can't die, and actually flicked this peerless sword that moved the rivers and lakes into two.

The broken blade fell to the ground like a block of melted ice, colliding with the rare treasures and bones all over the ground, making a crisp sound, like the sound of ice falling on the surface of the water.

Unable to die coldly looked at the remaining half of the red-faced broken sword in Shang Tianxiang's hand, he suddenly sighed, his expression was serious and calm, and he said in a deep voice:

Pretending to be a person from Burial Sword Island is always a very difficult thing to do, and it is also a very risky thing, but I have to admire your courage.

Shang Tianxiang did not speak.

She didn't even move.

However, her face, which was already tender and white enough, became even whiter at the moment, like frozen petals, and even let out a slight moan.

Then, the hand that had been holding the half-severed sword suddenly shook a little.

But it wasn't the kind of free swaying, like a broken branch, like a broken lotus root, and suddenly it fell from her narrow sleeves.

It was not only the half of the broken sword that fell, but also her arm that held the sword.

The dreary cavern was filled with an even stronger smell of blood, like a piranha rose, just sucking human blood, and hearty with satisfaction.

And her empty sleeves hung limply, and although there was no wind in the cave, it was trembling slightly.

Shang Tianxiang shook her already weak body slightly, almost falling, but she still tried her best to avoid Lan Yutang's hand that reached over to hold her.

At this time, since the two sides have torn their faces, she doesn't want to accept his mercy anymore.

Whether it's pity or care, she doesn't seem to want to have anything to do with this person anymore.

Lan Yutang didn't seem to understand why Shang Tianxiang suddenly became like this.

He wanted to ask, but Shang Tianxiang didn't say it, so he didn't want to ask.

Because he knew that if Shang Tianxiang wanted him to know what this was for, he would definitely say it himself, and since he didn't want to say it, he didn't need to ask.

He didn't want to force anyone to do something he didn't like to do, because he knew what it was like to be forced to do something.

He just looked at Shang Tianxiang with a confused expression, but Shang Tianxiang was looking at him who couldn't die, his eyes were vicious and evil, like looking at a wolf that suddenly broke in.

I can't die, but I still have a serious face. He glared at Shang Tianxiang coldly, with endless cruelty and murderous aura in his eyes, like a beast that wailed death, and said:

Hehe, with your swordsmanship and cultivation, you shouldn't pretend to be the person from Burial Sword Island, let alone the owner of Guiyunzhuang, because Shang Tianxiang's swordsmanship I have seen before.

Speaking of this, he looked at the fire dragon xie, who was frozen in the acupoint like a sculpture, and suddenly sneered, patted his belly of the big bulging water tank and continued:

Little fat man, maybe you don't know it, although I am almost three hundred years old, but my memory has not degraded at all.

For those things I have seen before, even if it is just a glance, I will never forget it, not to mention, the sword of Shi Tianxiang at that time still left an indelible impression on me.

At this point, his eyes suddenly became misty, as if he had fallen into some distant, unforgettable memory.

And what kind of memory is that, maybe only he and Shang Tianxiang know.

Lan Yutang was not a person who was easily moved and surprised, but after hearing this, he was still taken aback, greatly surprised.

He didn't seem to have thought that the Shang Tianxiang in front of him, who had been with him for so long and lived and died together and went through hardships together, was not really Shang Xianxiang, but pretended.

He hadn't seen what the real Xiang Tianxiang looked like, but he didn't quite understand why the woman in front of him was pretending to be Shang Tianxiang?

He clearly understood that this woman could have made a name for herself with the sword in her hand and the cultivation on this sword.

At this moment, although Lan Yutang wanted to ask this woman that since she was not Shang Tianxiang, who was she and why did she pretend to be Shang Tianxiang?

Why did she follow her to this dark tomb-like corridor, did she already know that under that ruined temple, there was such a treasure hidden, so she did not hesitate to risk herself?

He wanted to know what was going on, but in the end he couldn't help asking.

Because he knew that even if he didn't ask, she would definitely say it herself.

However, the woman who pretended to be Shang Tianxiang didn't say who she was, why did she pretend to be Shang Tianxiang and why did she follow her to this tomb-like corridor?

She just stood there with a look of resentment on her face, her eyes wide open, and then, with a flying kick, kicked the red-faced broken sword that had fallen at her feet and the broken arm to the side.

Then, with the only remaining arm, he tore a piece of cloth from his clothes, and bit one end with his teeth, wrapping it around the severed arm.

The red blood immediately soaked the strips of cloth in red.