Chapter 1760: Draw a sword

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"Huh~!" He raised his brows and looked toward the dark palace: "Is the dark source airflow faintly flowing weakened, is it the impact of the meteorite falling?" The dark air that flows slowly over the dark temple finally gathers Inserted into the sword of the black tiger corpse, the energy is now weakened, and the seal will be loosened.
Bing Zhixie did not hesitate and jumped into the dark hall in two steps, leaving the silver moonlight dragon to guard the gap that the dark hall opened.
In the dark hall, the strange sword inserted in the body of the tiger was still shining with faint fluorescence. The thin blade made it look like it would shatter when touched lightly. Bing Zhixie found that the dark energy that converged on the sword body was really weak, which made him very happy. However, he did not rush to pull the sword. The injury to his arm did not support him to pull the sword forcibly with strong magic power. Furthermore, he had to check how the Quartet was.
The four magic implements located in the four sides of the hall are the pillars that strengthen the seal of the tiger corpse. They guide the black gas that has infiltrated from the ground to the sword seal, providing endless energy. At this time, one of the four magic instruments fell to the ground, and the metal statue of the instrument was still there, but the base of the statue was broken and had lost its function. There is another one that falls from a suspended high altitude to a low altitude, and floats obliquely at a height of seven or eight meters. It may suddenly fall up and down, and may fall at any time. The black gas derived from this magic weapon is not only weaker, but also lost its guiding direction, and most of it was randomly dissipated in the air.
Seeing this, Bing Zhixie had a bottom in his heart. He estimated from experience that the strength of the sword seal in front of him was weakened by at least 40% to 60%. It should be no problem to draw the sword seal again.
Back to the tiger corpse in Jianfeng, Bingzhixie looked at the huge black tiger corpse: "I know that you deliberately led me here to discover this monument. I don’t care what your purpose is, I want it Unplug the sword seal from your body." As he twitched his consciousness, five ice chains scattered from his body and locked on the mysterious sword: "Love in the Ice·Five Star Ice Bound!"
The ice chain binds the sword, and the ice child's evil magic power gradually improves. It is transmitted to the sword seal through the chain of ice, and the five ice chains are stretched tightly at once, and they will break at any time. This indirect way to remove the sword seal is not as powerful as pulling the sword by hand, and the five ice chains have a limited tolerance to magic power. Bingzhixie can only increase the strength of its ice chain while increasing its magical power. Fortunately, the power of the sword seal has been weakened by nearly half. With the strengthening of the magic power, the five ice chains made a slight ‘click’ sound, and the sword seal inserted into the tiger’s body also loosened slightly.
"It's coming out!" Bing Zhixie bit her lip secretly, and the magic power swelled in her body madly stirred. Black Qi and his magic power once again showed an extreme counterbalance. There is a lot of sand and gravel in the hall. The sand and gravel are vibrating in the middle and high frequency of the silent environment, and the direction of the air flow in the hall changes. But seeing that the black breath formed a huge internal vortex on the sword seal, and the ice child's coat was shaken by the invisible magic power, and his eyes gradually flooded.
Suddenly there was a silent muffled sound, which could not be heard by the ear, but could be felt by the opponent. Bing Zhixie groaned in his chest, the light in his eyes instantly disappeared, and the ice chains rang and rang. Pull out the sword!
At the moment the sword seal was pulled out, the black gas above the sword seal swirled away, like a cloud of smoke suddenly losing gravity, and then a huge amount of black ink was suddenly sprayed from the tiger's corpse's sword mouth, obscuring the eyes in front of it. The sight filled the whole hall.
Mo Yun rolled, Bingzhixie stepped back cautiously, but did not perceive the danger hidden in the smoke. Soon he felt a breath of roaring air on his face, this smell is like the musty smell of wood that has been decayed for many years, and it is like the pungent breath of a heavy metal after gasification and transpiration. In short Very cold.
Bing Zhixie held his breath and was still stunned by this fishy breath. Before he could even slow down, he immediately noticed that something was moving very fast in the thick smoke. He was startled and didn't know the direction of the moving object. He just felt that the thing was on his left, and on the right, and at the same time seemed to exist above his head. This short moment was just a moment of thought, and the next moment of thought, he heard the fierce roar of the silver moonlight dragon guarding the gate of the temple, and at the same time vaguely heard two other voices.
"It's fast!" When Bingzhixie stepped to the entrance of the hall, I saw the moonlight dragon was grabbing on a stone on the cliff above the dark hall, shouting into the distant woods, with a wound on his body, See nothing else.
The Silver Moonlight Dragon was obviously very angry, chasing it in the direction of its roar. Bing Zhixie shouted that he would not come back and he would not care about it. He leaned on his forehead and sat on the rock. His head was light-heavy for a while, and it took several tens of seconds to slow down. This uncomfortable nausea is very similar to what he felt when he was attacked and injured by the eight monsters here. The difference is that he has not been poisoned again.
The thick black breath at the entrance of the palace hadn't dissipated yet, and Bingzhixie evaded a bit. After waking up, he recalled the sounds he had just heard. The roar of the Moonlight Dragon can be distinguished naturally. The other two voices, one is a very gloomy strange sound, which can't be heard; the other is a sharp and low-pitched chirping voice. The former reminded him of the echoes that had appeared in his brain for no reason, and the latter's voice made him think of the mysterious black cat.
It was dark, and the black breath in the hall was almost gone, but it was not completely dissipated. The silver moonlight dragon flapped its wings and flew back angrily from the direction of the mountain fire. Obviously it didn't catch up with the guy who hurt it, Bing Zhixie smiled and said: "I usually watch you bully other beasts, and finally have a loss. Let me see what happened to your injury?"
The Moonlight Dragon was very dissatisfied with the master's ridicule, turning his head to a mouthful of dark blue dragon inflammation, roaring, flapping his wings and flying to the cliff.
Bingzhixie calmly avoided it, chuckled, and did not catch up, only when he flew away, he vaguely saw the wound on his left abdomen is a penetrating wound with a concave moon shape, and the wound was about 20 centimeters wide and less than 30. The wound is quite strange, I can't understand what caused the wound.
Re-entering the dark palace, the strange sword fell to the ground, still exuding a faint sapphire, but the black tiger corpse on the old corpse table was gone.
The tiger corpse disappeared, and Bingzhixie was not surprised. Since that thing could entice him to come, he could naturally leave. The strange thing is that the black tiger was banned here for countless years, and it seems that there is no breath of life. How does it keep itself'existing' for so many years?
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