Chapter 395

Legendary ancient sword, born from heaven and earth, is a godless soldier.

The middle-aged man in white is the sword spirit of the legendary ancient sword. He is recuperating in the sword tomb.

The shadow of the lightsaber is also the spirit of the sword, but strictly speaking, it is incomplete and incomplete.

According to Chu Xingyun's thought, the legendary ancient sword was far less than black hole in the war thousands of years ago. Not only was he seriously injured, but also the tip of the sword was mercilessly cut off.

The sword spirit lives in the body of the sword.

If the tip of the legendary ancient sword is broken, the spirit of the sword is bound to be severely damaged. In order to avoid the pursuit of black hole Epee, it has to abandon the sword body and run away.

That's why when this broken sword touches the meaning of aurora sword, there will be such a strong resonance. The spirit of the broken sword will recover in an instant. The two are originally one!

At the thought of this, Chu Xingyun's heart beat violently and his eyes were glowing.

At the bottom of the sword washing pool, the middle-aged man in white has already recognized Chu Xingyun. He not only planted the sword, but also passed on the meaning of aurora sword, so that Chu Xingyun could cultivate quietly and improve his cultivation.

Although this broken sword is a remnant of the legendary ancient sword, its existence is still strong and can perfectly match the meaning of aurora sword!

"After thousands of years, the spirit of the legendary ancient sword has gradually recovered, and can gather the sword species to find a new sword holder. Why does it not recall the broken sword and condense the sword body again?" Chu Xingyun's mind, suddenly floating such doubts.

The sword spirit of the emperor's soldiers is very important, almost the same as the living creatures.

With its power, it is not impossible to recall the broken sword and reunite the sword body.

However, it turned out that this was not the case. The sword spirit was still resting in the sword tomb, while the broken sword was suspended in the sword tower, maintaining the broken body. The sword spirit was broken and could not be rebuilt.

Chu Xingyun frowned slightly and fell into thinking. When he raised his head, he found that the shadow of the lightsaber had already swept in front of him. The white light spread like water waves and was deeply reflected in his eyes.

Hum!

His body suddenly trembled. Chu Xingyun opened his eyes and found that he had left the inner space. At the entrance, there was an endless mountain range. The sky and the earth were dim, the space was rigid, and the atmosphere was so frozen that people could not move.

"It's not true, it's memory." Chu Xingyun soon came back to his senses. The scene in front of him was the memory of the shadow of lightsaber. It brought Chu Xingyun's consciousness into the light and shadow.

Just as Chu Xingyun looked around, he heard a booming sound. In the distant sky, there were two streamers coming from the sky, one black and the other white. They were as fierce as a meteorite, tearing apart every inch of heaven and earth.

"Black hole Epee!" Chu Xingyun sends out a exclamation voice, that wipe black streamer, actually is black hole epee.

His eyes moved away immediately, but he saw that the white streamer was also a sword tool. The sword was long and its light was as white as snow, and it was emitting dazzling light. It tore everything apart, even the towering mountains were easily cut off.

"This memory light and shadow should be the war thousands of years ago, and this long sword should be a legendary ancient sword." Chu Xingyun's eyes were introverted and made a judgment in an instant.

At the moment, the legendary ancient sword and black hole Epee are fighting fiercely. One is light and sharp, and the other is heavy without front. The collision of black and white light makes the world tremble violently. The life is annihilated, and the void is broken. The terror of momentum has far surpassed that of Emperor Wu.

"This is the power of the emperor's army!" Chu Xingyun was fascinated and couldn't help but utter a sigh from the bottom of his heart.

At this point, the situation suddenly changed.

On top of the black hole Epee, a touch of black light blooms, and the light creeps wildly. Finally, it turns into a dark halo and hangs high in the void.

When this black halo appears, the whole world becomes dark, and the black hole Epee trembles. Suddenly, it releases an unspeakable force of terror, swallowing everything and absorbing everything. Even the legendary ancient sword begins to shiver.

Whew!

However, the huge body of the black hole Epee is still in the sky of the legendary ancient sword. The sword is like a mountain, carrying the endless black light, and smashing down towards the legendary ancient sword.

At the moment, the legendary sword is shrouded by the attraction of terror and can't move at all.

The next moment -

the ancient sword trembled wildly, and the tip of the sword was cut off by the black hole Epee, and the extreme light enveloping the sword disappeared into nothingness, and there was no trace of it.

After the legendary ancient sword broke, the spirit of the ancient sword gave up the broken sword directly and fled. The black hole Epee was also injured and did not immediately pursue. Black light took back the sword and disappeared in this world.

"Legendary ancient sword, as expected, is far inferior to black hole epee." Chu Xingyun put this scene into the eyes, his eyes slightly coagulated, but found that the memory light and shadow did not disappear, still continue.

The broken sword fell from the sky and lay in the dust without a sound.

The sword is broken.

Jianling has also left.

The existence of the broken sword is like a defeated corpse. It will sleep forever here.Winter goes, spring comes.

Summer leaves, autumn returns.

The heartless years of tree rings, out of the traces of history, everything here, has also undergone great changes, the mountains flattened, the rise of the country, countless warriors living here, write a section of legend.

Before long, the country was annihilated, and the land where the warriors lived turned into ruins, and the prosperity of the past was turned into desolation again and again.

But the broken sword still lies here, suffering from loneliness.

"This world is merciless, the winner is respected, and the loser is dead. Although it is the body of an ancient sword, it will naturally become extremely decadent and nobody will pay attention to it because it is defeated by the black hole epee."

Chu Xingyun gazed at the scene in front of him, and suddenly a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in his heart.

He finally understood why the spirit of the ancient sword did not call back the broken sword.

A defeated sword is a defeated sword.

It's no longer necessary to recall the spirit of the broken sword.

Woo Hoo Hoo!

It seems that he was aware of Chu Xingyun's thoughts, and the broken sword in his field of vision sent out a low voice.

The voice, like tears and complaints, echoed in the whole void, even the silent night, because of this voice trembled, the moonlight was not bright, and fell into endless sorrow.

Although it is a broken sword, there is still a broken spirit in it.

At the moment, it is crying, but also in sadness, with the voice of Wu ran, releasing the sadness in the heart.

Chu Xingyun gazed at the broken sword. The sound of sadness was introduced into his ears and resonated with him.

In his last life, he was killed by Xiao Xingtian, and he was killed by Xiao Xingtian.

Now, although he has been reincarnated, he still feels the grief at the moment of his death, but this feeling is buried in the deepest part of his heart and never touched.

Now, the sad sound of broken sword reminds Chu Xingyun of the scene of that day.

The years are still passing, and the world is still changing.

The appearance of wanjian pavilion has given vitality to this place. Palaces have sprung up and attics have been piled up everywhere. The number of martial artists is also increasing, which seems to form a holy land.

One day, a Jian Xiu discovered the existence of the broken sword. This sword Xiu happened to come from wanjian Pavilion.

The broken sword was brought back to wanjian Pavilion and spread in the hands of a famous swordsman. However, it was only a broken sword, which was rarely used. In the end, it was hung in the sword tower and gradually forgotten.

In this process, the sword spirit still did not appear.

Broken sword, really abandoned.

Just as Chu Xingyun shook his head and sighed, the whine of the sword, which reverberated in the void, disappeared, and a dazzling white light bloomed, like the star, completely annihilated the lonely breath.

The white light came from the broken sword. It was suspended in the sword tower. The sound of the sword was no longer mournful, but showed a trace of unwillingness. The spirit of the sword in the sword slowly wriggled up, as if to reunite.

The more powerful the white light, the body of the broken sword also became more and more bright. To Chu Xingyun's surprise, its breath changed, and it was still sharp, but it was more profound, more solid and pure.

Hum!

The white light reflected in Chu Xingyun's eyes. After he recovered his sight, he had already returned to the inner space.

The broken sword is still suspended in front of the body, but the deep fracture has completely disappeared. Instead, the sharp sword tip is breathing the dazzling white light and making a hissing sound.

The broken sword has been restored!

Chu Xingyun opened his eyes wide, and before he could move, the broken sword swept into his hand. The white light was like waves, absorbing the meaning of aurora sword like hunger and thirst, making its breath more fierce and sharp.

But at the same time, it also contains a trace of indomitable, such as the true Phoenix after rebirth in the fire, re blooming divine light.

"The lament of a thousand years has not made you despair, on the contrary, it has made you more pure. Now you, reborn, are no longer legendary swords, let alone defeated swords." Chu Xingyun gently uttered a sound, the broken sword trembled slightly, and made a low sound, as if agreed with this statement.

Seeing this, Chu Xingyun's mouth raised a radian, holding the hilt in his hand, he said in a loud voice, "since it's a new life, it's natural to abandon the past completely."

"After thousands of years of suffering, you didn't give up. After thousands of years of hard work, you finally came back from the fire and burst into the light of hope. Then I will call you canguang. How about that?"

After thinking for a moment, Chu Xingyun's eyes flashed a fine light.

Can, meaning broken, represents its past, but also represents its Millennium lament.

Light is hope, a symbol of rebirth.

The remnant has passed, and the light comes again.

Hence the name: residual light!

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