Chapter 6627： Sword Maniac

Sword madman

It seems to be a tall figure!

Sitting quietly, it seemed very quiet, but Ye Wuque frowned slightly.

This is because this tall body is actually covered with an ancient gray cloak, covering its true face.

Only a pair of eyes.

Revealed inside the cloak.

Peaceful and quiet.

Other than that, nothing can be seen.

You can't see the true face of this figure at all.

But the next moment!

Ye Wuque's eyes suddenly narrowed.

He felt a... sharp edge!

The ultimate sharpness!

It radiates from this grey cloak figure!

All over!

It seems that everywhere, every pore is spraying thin!

Ning not bend!

Keep going!

Even sitting there, even while resting, it seems like it is already a sword.

"Sword Intent!"

Ye Wuque's heart trembled, and he even felt a tinge of dazzling meaning.

This mural is lifelike.

All the spirits and spirits of the creatures in the murals are perfectly drawn!

This is a terrifying sword intent that Ye Wuque has almost never seen before.

Decided!

never look back!

The sword intent that burns everything!

"This kind of sword intent is too terrifying and extreme! It is countless times more terrifying than the 'sword going sideways'."

"This creature must be a peerless, extremely crazy sword cultivator!"

"The sword madman is beyond description!"

There was a tinge of shock in Ye Wuque's eyes.

He couldn't help but think of the old wind.

Lao Feng's sword intent is undeniable, brilliant and invincible, and the same goes forward.

However, even Lao Feng would not be able to possess such extreme and crazy sword intent.

"Pure, extreme, crazy, paranoid..."

For such sword intent, Ye Wuque gave his own evaluation.

If it is said that Lao Feng is walking on the open and aboveboard, the splendid kendo road.

Then the sword cultivator in the fresco is the sword that walks sideways, a kind of kendo that is not even a thorny path!

No way!

Ye Wuque thought of this word and felt it was very appropriate.

After that, he was shocked, as if he had thought of something, and once again looked at the peerless sword madman in the mural, his eyes became incomparably bright!

"This creature, he has chosen a path that he has never had before in the way of swordsmanship!"

"His own way!"

"He's blazing a trail!"

"He's creating his own... kendo!"

Ye Wuque's heart stirred up waves, and it was difficult to calm down.

His eyes fell on the peerless sword madman in the mural, and a hint of amazement poured out of his heart.

Open the way!

Create Kendo!

How hard and crazy is this?

Therefore, every step that this peerless sword madman takes in kendo will be like a dead end.

Because starting from nothing is too difficult!

"Don't follow the path of predecessors, don't follow any known swordsmanship, every step is creating."

"A little bit of carelessness will lead to death and death, and all swords will die..."

"Even the invincible swordsmen who have reached the top of the swordsmanship masters and swordsmen are not even able to imagine things."

"Such paranoid and crazy creatures are either monsters or lunatics."

For a while, Ye Wuque was very curious about this sword cultivator, and then he seemed to think of something, and smiled lightly.

"It's a pity, Lao Feng is not here, otherwise, if Lao Feng sees this peerless sword madman, I am afraid that the fighting spirit will be soaring..."

Immediately, Ye Wuque calmed himself down.

This third figure, unable to see its true face, can only be judged to be a peerless sword cultivator!

In the third mural, there are three figures that can be seen.

Cool bro.

Miao Miao fairy.

Peerless sword madman.

Ye Wuque glanced again, and finally focused on Fairy Miaomiao again.

Fairy Miu Miu in the girlhood...

and many more!

Suddenly, Ye Wuque's eyes moved slightly, and he saw Fairy Miaomiao's movements again.

"She's toasting!"

"Toasting the bonfire!"

"No, what she worships is not the bonfire, but the other side of the bonfire!"

"This shows that on the opposite side of the bonfire, there are... other creatures!"

"In this third mural, there are more than three figures originally painted."

"But because more than half of it has been mottled and peeled off, now the only people who can see clearly are the three of them: Brother Chisha, Fairy Miaomiao, and Peerless Sword Madman."

Ye Wuque, who had sorted this out, felt a trace of regret.

Apart from the three of them, who else is recorded in this third mural?

But immediately, Ye Wuque no longer regretted it.

"If nothing else happens, Brother Chisha is now in the Tomb of Yongyetian. As long as he can see him again, as one of the parties, he should know about it..."

As soon as he thought of this, Ye Wuque continued to take his steps and walked towards the middle position.

From the fourth fresco, it is no longer the left wall of the main hall, but the middle wall.

But when Ye Wuque walked to the middle and saw the fourth mural, he was slightly taken aback.

The fourth mural has been completely peeled off, all mottled and light, leaving only an outline, and nothing can be distinguished.

Ye Wuque continued to walk towards the fifth mural.

The moment he saw the fifth mural clearly, Ye Wuque's eyes instantly became cold and attractive!

Seventy or eighty percent of the fifth mural is still there.

On it, the first thing he saw was a brilliant bird.

All over golden.

The big wings spread out, covering the sky and the sun!

The steed is extraordinary, fierce and monstrous!

This is impressively... a golden-winged Dapeng!

"Damn."

The moment he saw this golden-winged Dapeng, Ye Wuque recognized that this golden-winged Dapeng was an extreme creature who had fought against him once...

And in the distance behind the golden-winged Dapeng, there are endless black tombs, standing there, making Ye Wuque feel familiar.

"These black tombs are exactly the places I killed before!"

Ye Wuque's eyes narrowed slightly.

And in the other direction, behind Huntian, is also the highest and most far-reaching place of the fifth mural. It seems to be painted with huge and incomparable phantoms, as if one by one are vast, illusory and terrifying... realms?

It's not real, but it exudes a kind of extreme cold and dead silence, obliterating the death breath of time and space.

Ye Wuque's eyes flickered suddenly, as if he understood something.

"In this way, it can't be wrong..."

"That bastard, once entered the Tomb of Eternal Night..."

"And the highest and farthest boundary in the mural is the layer of the Tomb of Eternal Night?"

Thinking of this, Ye Wuque felt a little excited.

This is equivalent to giving him a little hint!

"The thirty-third floor of the Eternal Night Tomb I'm going to, maybe it's in this writing realm?"

But this speculation needs to be confirmed.

In the fifth mural, Huntian revealed his body and flew across the sky for nine days, and beneath it, countless corpses were dumped on the ground!

Blood stained the sky.

Red sky!

Which corpses have different shapes, and even if they have died, they still exude a powerful aura.

"A creature that was killed by the gods?"

Ye Wuque's eyes became indifferent.

This fifth mural seems to record the power of Huntian.

It sweeps invincible!

Killing endless powerful creatures, in the Tomb of Eternal Night, it seems that I am the only one who is unstoppable!

However, Ye Wuque was indifferent to this.

In other words, Ye Wuque didn't care about the extreme creature, Huntian.

because!

He once defeated the opponent once.

That is equal to countless times!

What's the point of a mere loser?

Ye Wuque continued to move forward and looked at the sixth mural. In an instant, Ye Wuque's eyes narrowed suddenly!