But... it seems that some people are more unlucky than themselves.

The tumultuous ghost looked up not far away. In the iron cage closest to him, an extraordinary person was pierced by the "sky sheath fragments" flying out of the flying sheath fragments. He held the hands of the shovel fragments. After just holding on for a few seconds, he was unable to hang down. A large amount of blood flowed out of the iron railing and gathered into a scarlet stream... This unlucky guy who was even more unlucky than himself actually died like this.

Compared to him.

I just scratched myself, maybe this is good luck?

He smiled mockingly, then looked coldly at the monster who drew his sword.

Two eyes docked.

The traveler who desperately tried to pull out the sheath suddenly became quiet. Its body was burning with flames. In the middle of the fanatical storm swept by countless sound waves, it once again spit out obscure and complex syllables, and no one could understand what it was saying.

Except for the tummit.

"Owner."

Xing Yun stood there in a daze.

The obscure ancient text was introduced into his spiritual sea... without thinking, the corresponding meaning emerged.

Owner……

That guy is calling himself master.

The ugly and hideous face of the big guy seemed to have become gentle at this moment.

"Finally... we met again."

What does this mean?

I don't know this guy at all...

Xing Yun, swept by the heat wave, suddenly felt unreasonable sadness and surged from the bottom of his heart.

There seems to be a ray of light igniting in the deep sea of ​​long and dark spirituality...

The giant's voice became familiar with it.

"Please…plug it out."

The next moment.

In the zenith clouds, a sharp sound of breaking through the air surging. Ah Tail, who held the token of the queen, finally stopped watching quietly... Tens of millions of Beizhou Great Cold Swords broke through the screen in her palm and hit the "traveler" who burned the fire.

The overwhelming silver sword penetrates the traveler's chest, shoulders, and head.

"Can!"

The giant's head hit hard on the sheath hard shell.

It carried the Queen's sword and tried its best to use its forehead to hit the indestructible stone sword!

The seemingly crazy roar seemed to be a humble plea in the ears of the mortal ghost.

"Please..."

"Pull it out!"

Splashes of debris.

The entire snow cage was wrapped in gray sheath stone chips. The extraordinary people who were responsible for supervising the Tundra Prison had already begun emergency evacuation. Gu Nanfeng, who had recovered, rushed up and pulled the tomb ghost to retreat to the safe area.

Xing Yun stared at the giant who kept knocking on the scabbard of the stone sword.

one time.

Another time.

He just felt sad, but he didn't know where the sadness came from, as if there were long memories about to wake up, but unfortunately, the light that was about to ignite in the sea of ​​spirit... was finally silently extinguished...

In the end, the world returns to silence.

Thousands of silver light were densely packed, inserted on the back of the traveler.

The "god" from the old world fell to his knees before the sheath of heaven.

Until death.

It failed to pull out the falling "Stone Sword".

It also failed to awaken the real "sword drawer".
Chapter completed!