Chapter 60: A Move of Despair

Long Yu looked at Zong Ling's appearance. After swallowing the Ice Cone Sword, he swallowed the Flame Diamond Sword. Long Yu looked at Zong Ling as if he was never full. After the Flame Diamond Sword was swallowed, the Thunder Sword did not escape Zong Ling's poisonous mouth.

Zong Ling shook his head and looked at the sky, "Master, what shape of sword do you want?" Long Yu thought for a moment, "I want a sword that can activate the Tianyan Mind Technique." Zong Ling shook his head, and in his spiritual consciousness, he saw a white sword on the left and a red sword on the right, with a purple line in the middle reaching the tip of the sword.

There are two transparent crystal dragon heads between the hilt and the blade, the two dragon heads are perpendicular to the tip of the sword, the two dragon bodies surround the hilt, the dragons are separated by a cross, and a Bagua is inlaid between the tails of the sword. The dark sword pin blocks the light of the Zong Ling.

Zong Ling shook his head and sat on Long Yu's consciousness, looking at the sky. "Master, how about the sword shape of this Bagua Shuanglong Sword?" Long Yu looked at Zong Ling with a flattering look. Long Yu was very satisfied with Zong Ling's Bagua Shuanglong Sword. Long Yu was curious and wanted to try this sword. He quickly left his body and created another one.

Long Yu stood up from the ground, looking at the traces of fighting all around him. He didn't know whose blood was on the ground. Long Yu walked in the hall and looked around. The man with sword-like eyebrows was meditating not far away. The Bagua Shuanglong Sword appeared in Long Yu's right hand. Touching the uneven hilt of the sword, it felt like fish scales.

Long Yu approached the man with sword-shaped eyebrows and thrust his sword towards his forehead. A weak electric current appeared on the tip of the sword. Just as he was about to pierce the man's forehead, a protective shield appeared on his body. Long Yu stepped back five steps, and a breath of despair reached his side.

Two dragons appeared from the sword in his hand, devouring the despair in his body. Long Yu still spat out a mouthful of blood. Long Yu stabbed the sword-browed man with his right hand. A purple lightning appeared and crashed into the protective shield of the sword-browed man.

The protective shield in front of the sword-browed man had cracks like a turtle, which woke him up. Long Yu looked at the sword-browed man with empty eyes and no expression on his face. "It's you, Hong Lei, a useless person. Are you just a cockroach?"

Seeing the sword of the man with sword-shaped eyebrows stabbing at him quickly, Long Yu stood with the sword in front of him, and a Bagua diagram appeared under his feet. Long Yu looked at his surroundings being protected by the Bagua formation. The sword of the man with sword-shaped eyebrows stopped at an inch between Long Yu's eyebrows and turned into a shattered piece.

Long Yu was originally trembling all over, but after seeing this, he finally put his mind at ease. The sword-browed man looked at Long Yu with despair on his face. A sword hilt appeared in his right hand, which looked like bone, and the sword body looked more like quicksand. There was a white half-moon between the sword body and the hilt, and a black half-moon at the end of the sword.

"White Bone Quick Sand Sword" Long Yu listened to the voice from the clan spirit, and Long Yu couldn't help but look at the man with sword eyebrows. "Gray Clothes White Bone Quick Sand Sword, one move looks like despair, Zhuang Ping" The man with sword eyebrows pointed the sword in front of Long Yu.

Long Yu didn't know what the sword-browed man meant, so he held the sword in his hand to prevent the sword-browed man from attacking him. The sword-browed man tilted his head left and right, "Tell me your name, and I'll leave one for you under my sword."

"Master, this is a kind of chivalrous etiquette, a way for them to respect you." Long Yu only knew that there was such an etiquette after hearing what Zong Ling said. Long Yu looked at Zhuang Ping and did not make a move. He pointed the sword in his hand at Zhuang Ping, "Po Shirt Eight Diagrams Double Dragon Sword, Long Yu."

Zhuang Ping quickly put the sword in his hand to his right, and the blade was covered with yellow sand. Long Yu watched Zhuang Ping's movements with his eyes hooked, and Zhuang Ping's eyes were full of black lines. The collar of his gray clothes moved without wind. Long Yu watched Zhuang Ping's sword turn into a black shadow and move upwards towards Long Yu.

The sky was filled with yellow sand, and Long Yu felt the yellow sand carrying a breath of despair. His heart was in his throat, and his feet were shaking. His whole body was filled with endless despair. Long Yu looked at the yellow sand, as if he was in the yellow sand, stepping on the footprints in confusion, and could not see any hope.

Long Yu saw no hope and let the yellow sand invade his body. Long Yu fell to the ground and looked at the yellow sand around him. The heat was everywhere. The Zong Ling in his hand automatically guided the power of Tao to wrap Long Yu's body.

Long Yu felt two tornadoes blowing, and the yellow sand on his body was swept away. Long Yu saw yellow sand in front of him, and he looked up at the roof of the sky. A drop of water fell and landed right on Long Yu's brow, and Long Yu felt a cool breeze coming.

Long Yu looked at the yellow sand in front of him, holding the sword in his right hand, and forming a sword finger with his left hand to press on the sword guard (handguard). The Bagua Shuanglong Sword began to freeze from the handguard, then melted into water, turned into gas, and then turned into a white mist on the tip of the sword. Long Yu swung the sword from the head to the chest, and a waterway appeared in the yellow sand.

Long Yu pulled the sword back and turned it sideways, thrusting it straight in front of him, and then used the momentum of his body. Long Yu ran quickly in the yellow sand, and the yellow sand disappeared after just two steps. Looking at Zhuang Ping, who was holding the sword in front of him, he looked desperate, and there was no hope in his body.

Long Yu watched Zhuang Ping disappear. When he reappeared, he was already behind Long Yu, with a sword stabbed into his body. Long Yu looked at the sword in his stomach. His eyes also began to become empty, watching the sword slowly withdraw from his body.

Long Yu fell backwards with his body weak, dust floating around him. Blood was oozing out of his wound, and a pool of blood covered Long Yu's back. He stared at the beam with wide eyes. Zhuang Ping walked to Long Yu's side and bent down to pick up the Bagua Shuanglong Sword.

Zhuang Ping took it for a moment, then decisively gave up. "Hmph, you're wasting my time. Even if I give you a peerless sword, you still can't wield it." Long Yu watched Zhuang Ping walk behind the screen of the palace. The sword in his hand had long disappeared. He held his right hand with his left hand, moved his upper body, and strode to the back.

Long Yu was still lying on the ground. Zong Ling ran into Long Yu's consciousness. Zong Ling shook his head, looked up at the sky, and ran into the ring. Long Yu looked at Zong Ling with an unwilling look. Long Yu was also helpless. Zhuang Ping's sword was too fast, and he lost the defense without even seeing his back clearly.

Long Yu looked at the ring where Zong Ling entered, and felt even more melancholy. Long Yu looked for a long time, but Zong Ling still did not walk out of the ring. Long Yu looked at his own spiritual consciousness. The white mist above the purple flame was his spiritual consciousness power, and then looked at the two water dragons lying between the mountains.

Long Yu watched them all persist in their actions. Two little men appeared beside Long Yu. The black little man told Long Yu that it was time to give up because he was not suitable for cultivation. The white little man told Long Yu not to give up and that he would definitely be able to find them.

The two villains kept arguing, and Long Yu was filled with hatred and annoyance. Zong Ling ran out of the ring, shook his little head and looked up at the sky, "Master, it's not that you are not strong, but that you don't have enough experience. When you face the enemy, you are just half a beat slower than others."

There was a hand on Long Yu's shoulder from behind. Long Yu looked at the person behind him with anger. Since it was Qin Tai. Qin Tai followed with a proud face and crossed his hands in front of his chest, "Little brother, you are a divine cultivator in the early stage of the knowledge period. You can block a move from a strong man in the late stage of the cave void. Don't you think it is worthwhile? You are three major levels and eight minor levels behind him."

Long Yu looked at Qin Tai in front of him, with a serious face and a kingly demeanor. Long Yu suddenly had an idea that the other person's strength was hundreds of times greater than his own, and he was still able to survive under the sword, which was a miracle in itself.

A warm breeze blew over his body, and Long Yu felt the despair in his body blown away by the wind, and the wounds on his body slowly healed. Long Yu quickly stood up and bowed to Qin Tai, "Thank you for your assistance, Senior. Long Yu is very grateful."

Aotian patted Long Yu's shoulder and said, "The show has just begun, let's go in and watch it." Qin Tai looked at Aotian with a stern face, as if he wanted to eat him, and kicked Aotian with his left foot. "This is a show I set up, it has nothing to do with you."

Aotian slapped Qin Tai hard, "Why don't we watch the show together, haha." Long Yu looked at the two in front of him, helpless. Aotian was arrogant, and Qin Tai was kingly. He felt like a commoner, standing between them.

Qin Tai handed over a bamboo slip with a smile on his face, and whispered to Long Yu's ear, "This is Sun Tzu's Art of War. Your senior brother asked me to lend it to you. Study it word by word yourself. You can't let the sect spirit tell you how to use it."

Long Yu took Qin Tai's bamboo slips and sat cross-legged on the ground, watching Ao Tian and Qin Tai leave. Zong Ling looked at Long Yu eagerly, and Long Yu shook his head. "This is what Jian Chen gave me, I can't let you eat it."

Zong Ling shook his head and surrounded Long Yu. Long Yu looked at the bamboo slips, which contained thirteen articles in total. Long Yu read each of them ten times. Long Yu looked at Zong Ling shaking his head, and a golden light flowed from the corners of his mouth.

Long Yu sat on the ground not thinking about how to use the secret book in his hand, but thinking about what Qin Tai said before. Since it was Jian Chen who gave it to him, why did he make a hundred-year agreement with Qin Tai when he met him before, but could just give it to him directly when he appeared again.

Long Yu had to suspect that Jian Chen was actually in the dark, watching him all the time. Qin Tai had given him a secret book before, but the words on it were not clear at all, and then he gave it to him when he appeared again.

Also, when he was standing against Zhuang Ping just now, it was obvious that the tornado that protected his body was not his ability. When Zhuang Ping picked up the Bagua Shuanglong Sword, why did Zhuang Ping give up? These questions have been lingering in Long Yu's mind.

Long Yu looked at the surrounding environment, there was nothing unusual, Long Yu's eyes were even more tense, the military strategy says: be able to think of favorable situations when unfavorable, and be able to think of unfavorable situations when favorable. Long Yu didn't know how many disadvantages could be hidden around him, and now it seemed very quiet on the surface.

Long Yu stood up and walked behind the screen with full vigilance, looking at the courtyard in front of him. In front was a main courtyard on the north side, with side rooms on both sides. Long Yu saw a road in the courtyard. As soon as Long Yu stepped on the road, there was a suction force all around. Long Yu's body was sucked into a mysterious space, and it was pitch black everywhere.