Chapter 15 Borrowing a Sword

Long Yu walked to the fifth floor again, and directly raised the wind to feel the changes in the airflow. Long Yu felt that the fifth floor had only one form, just circling around to feel, there were no shortcomings and no other forms, just ruthlessly rotating.

Long Yu couldn't feel anything inside, so he chose to jump out of the airflow directly. Since he found that this layer of airflow was not as strong as other airflows, he could jump out at will. Long Yu couldn't figure out why the changes between the third and fourth layers were increases, but there was no change on the fifth layer.

Long Yu looked at the unchanged airflow and shook his head, then walked to the second floor. He jumped up decisively, and suffered the consequences. In one second, the four seasons changed, and before he could fully comprehend them, it was already spring, summer, autumn and winter. Long Yu felt that he was about to be ruined.

Long Yu put away the idea of despising the sword formation and directly used his spiritual sense to follow the changes, constantly blowing his spiritual sense to operate. Long Yu didn't know how many times he turned, and he only wanted to catch up with the changes in the airflow. He could feel the speed of change slowing down little by little, and suddenly he could feel that every second was a change. Long Yu continued to go deeper, one second for each kind of death, until there were sixty changes in one second.

Long Yu tried to jump out of the airflow, and tried more than 10,000 times. He looked at the giant sword with a little regret, it shouldn't be so little. Long Yu entered the airflow again, and after entering the character perception again, he could perceive 365 kinds of changes in one second, and then left the airflow without any other increase.

This time, Long Yu still felt a great regret. It was impossible for there to be so few changes. There should be other changes. Long Yu went in and out three times, but he could only perceive 365 changes. He sat on the ground quietly, as if thinking about something.

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On the stone steps, Jian Chen and his group looked at the dazed Long Yu soul, and Jian Chen shook his head. "This fool has been in there for eight thousand years, and he still hasn't figured out the secret of the sword formation. Isn't it him who figured it out earlier?"

The rich young man glanced at Long Yu's soul below, "It's him and it's not him. Unless he can wake up, it will be the real him." Jian Chen shook his head, "Find a way to control the ancient ruins. I'll go find the other three people. I should be able to wait a little longer."

After Jian Chen finished speaking, he turned into a sword and left the stairs. The little girl glanced at Long Yu's soul and said, "It seems that we should help him again, otherwise the emperor will wait too long and it will be very scary." After speaking, he waved his hand and a black cloud appeared in the sky, with thunder roaring continuously.

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Long Yu had no idea what was on the stone steps. He looked up at the lightning flashing in the sky, and saw a lightning strike around him. A stream of air was constantly resisting. Long Yu watched the air flow constantly changing. Suddenly, Long Yu found that every four air flows, an air flow would increase. Although it was very short, it was indeed real.

Long Yu suddenly understood that the second layer of airflow is the change of the year, that is, the cycle of the four seasons. Every four years, there will be one more year, that is, one more airflow. Long Yu suddenly smiled at the black cloud and slapped his thigh. He shouted to the sky, "I understand, the first layer is the two yin and yang, which is also day and night, the second layer is the four seasons, the third layer is the eight door directions, the fourth layer is the sixty-four kinds of guards, and the outermost layer is the protection circle."

Suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky dissipated. Long Yu looked at the sun in the sky and jumped directly to the first floor. Long Yu looked at the changes in the airflow and watched the surroundings change from hot to cold, and then from cold to hot. Long Yu tried to control himself to a place where it was cold on one side and hot on the other. After trying many times, he finally found himself in a place where the temperature alternated between hot and cold.

Long Yu felt the change of the airflow, and found two places where the airflow was weak, and tried to walk down to the two arcs. Long Yu walked back and forth, and found two arcs that were the center of the arc. Suddenly, a shadow appeared in front of Long Yu, and it looked a bit like Leng Tu's figure.

Long Yu ran towards Leng Tu's figure, and the air currents on both sides kept pulling Long Yu, so he couldn't run. Long Yu looked at the shadow of Leng Tu in front of him, holding a sword in his hand, with a look as if he was looking at a mortal enemy, and suddenly swung the sword directly, and a moon fox like fire and another moon fox like ice rushed towards him.

Long Yu quickly jumped into the airflow on the right, and used his spiritual sense to scan the position where Leng Tu's phantom had been before. There was no one there. Long Yu controlled himself to run to the arc position again, and walked into the position just now. He looked carefully, and Leng Tu's phantom appeared again, and the same moves appeared again.

Long Yu still looked at himself hiding in the air flow, Leng Tu's phantom would not appear. Long Yu guessed that Leng Tu's phantom should be the formation spirit of the Liangyi Bagua formation. If he wanted to get out, he would need to defeat the sword spirit. Looking at his current state where even his physical body had not been repaired, he shook his head helplessly.

Long Yu thought that his soul could be protected by Leng Tu's formation, and his consciousness could be protected by the file, so his body could also be protected. Long Yu looked at the sword given to him by the old man lying on the ring, and it seemed that he had never used it except to kill a wild boar.

Long Yu jumped to the position between the second and first floors, hesitating whether to call out the sword. If it was shattered, there would be nothing left. Long Yu thought about this question, gritted his teeth and comforted himself, "It's shattered, it's broken, anyway, it hasn't been used many times."

Long Yu hesitated for a moment and sat on the ground, thinking that this was the only weapon left to him by the old man. If it was broken, there would be no second one. Two little people heard in his ears, one said, "If it is broken, there will be nothing left, only a few books." The other said, "Try it, maybe it is a magic weapon. Besides, what are you afraid of, it's just a sword."

Long Yu listened to the two people arguing and became more and more annoyed. They kept arguing and neither of them would give in. Suddenly, a voice reached Long Yu's soul, "This continent has plenty of materials for forging divine swords. Is a broken sword worth your entanglement?"

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Jian Chen and several other people on the stone steps looked at Long Yu under the sword formation with shock on their faces. A man in green linen clothes looked at the people around him and suddenly laughed. "It's him, it's going to be fun. Let's go back and make arrangements and force him to wake up."

A man dressed as a prince and a man dressed in clothes, with a black fan flashing in his hand and a wicked smile on his face. "It's time for us to punish him. He has a lot of hatred in the past. I will arrange someone to play with him."

One of them held three needles in his hand and blew a breath. "I hope we don't have to wait too long. I heard that a trace of Zi Xin's soul has also been released. It will be a good show next."

The four of them looked at each other and laughed loudly at the sky, frightening the people around them so much that they kept trembling. The smell of conspiracy flooded the air.

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Long Yu had no idea what happened on the stone steps. The sound he heard just now made the two quarreling souls shut up. Long Yu hesitated and took out the sword from the ring, watching the airflow constantly eroding the sword body. Long Yu quickly mobilized the spiritual energy crystal to resist the airflow, watching the confrontation between the two balanced. Long Yu began to feel that the spiritual energy was not enough, so he used the power of consciousness to wrap the sword body.

It was completely unable to resist the erosion of the airflow of the sword formation. Long Yu looked at the sword body, which had already been corroded and rusty. Long Yu had no choice but to continue to fight with the power of his spiritual consciousness, shouting to the sky, "I know someone up there, can you lend me a better sword? I will definitely return it to you when I get out."

As soon as Long Yu finished shouting, a dense mass of swords flew in the sky. He took back the swords that were still under control and looked at the sky trying to break through the sword formation. One after another, they were bounced back, and suddenly the airflow of the sword formation stopped. One after another, they fell to the ground in pieces, and Long Yu controlled his consciousness to collect all the swords in the ring.

The airflow of the sword formation that had just been put away was activated again. Long Yu bowed to the people around him and said, "I, Long Yu, will remember your kindness today." After saying that, he sat cross-legged on the ground to recover his body's consciousness, as a great battle was about to begin.

Long Yu opened his eyes and summoned two swords, controlling them around the soul, trying to make the two swords work together. The two swords were controlled to stand up with difficulty, but as soon as they stood a little off the ground, they were pressed down by the strong airflow, which was a difficult road.

Long Yu was unwilling to give up easily, and continued to improve, exhausting his spiritual power to improve by ten centimeters. Long Yu looked at the two rusty swords and put them back into the ring. He shook his head helplessly, this road still has a long way to go, it is not easy to complete.

Long Yu calmed down and continued to replenish his spiritual power. He had experienced this many times along the way, so this time was not a big deal. Long Yu continued to try to make the two swords float in the air, but they were still pressed down tightly, and it was very difficult to lift them up. After trying many times, he finally made the two swords float in the air.

Long Yu smiled, and then he started to spin, driving the two swords to spin. As soon as he moved, the two swords turned into two pieces of powder. Long Yu himself was confused. This was the handover zone, and the two swords were useless. How could he fight against the formation spirit? He walked outside.

Long Yu didn't believe it, and continued to suspend and rotate the two swords, and two more pieces of powder appeared. This time, Long Yu had to look at the swords in the ring. After a rough calculation, there were nearly 10,000 swords. Long Yu put aside his worries and continued his actions.

He urged the two swords to rotate again. Long Yu could feel the two swords moving and then breaking into powder. Long Yu smiled with satisfaction. It was not that he couldn't do it, but he needed more time to persist and then he could complete the rotation.

The swords in Long Yu's ring were decreasing by two by two, which was completely a consumption. Looking at the borrowed swords in the ring, there were only three swords left. Long Yu still insisted on his own approach and continued to activate the two swords. Just after rotating one-fifth of a circle, it broke again.

Long Yu looked at the last bitter sword in the ring, which was still rusty. With a helpless look on his face, he shouted to the sky again, "Can you lend me another 10,000 swords?"