Chapter 541 The Last Sword God

Bang!

With a loud bang, the barrier shattered, and countless air waves swept out from the arena. Thanks to the elders who reminded the stunned onlookers to stay away from the No. 10 arena, everyone was not directly swept by the huge force that swept across the universe, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

Even so, there were still hundreds of unlucky disciples of the righteous and evil ways who were blown away by the force, and no one knew where they flew.

The barrier of the No. 10 arena collapsed?

Tens of thousands of righteous disciples in the square were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths. Everyone looked at the crazy rotating tornado column, wondering what happened.

Yun Qiyou was already in tears at this moment. If she hadn't held the Dust-Slaying Sword tightly, I'm afraid it would have rushed into the wind column by now.

Feeling the great sadness of the Dust-Slaying Sword, Yun Qiyou was in tears at this moment but didn't know it.

The wind column lasted for half an hour. During this period, the fighting in the other nine arenas stopped. Everyone was looking at the wind column, but no one knew what happened inside the wind column.

Ye Xiaochuan and Miaohua could not be seen, nor could the light of the two swords be seen. One could only hear a sound like thunder vibrating in the ears and roaring in the sky.

Suddenly, amid the rumbling sound, a desolate voice slowly sounded in the void, and he was singing a heartbroken song.

The sword without a sharp edge, cuts the thoughts of the world, and cannot be cut off in three lives and seven lives.

The cycle of reincarnation is bitter, the beauty is far away, who will accompany you on the road to the end of the world.

The beauty has fallen, the flowers have withered, and I only wish to sleep with you.

The way of heaven is vast, the world is noisy, and what does longevity have to do with me.

A pot of wine, a sword, why is it so difficult.

A pot of wine...

The singing gradually became smaller, as if with endless attachment, it disappeared between heaven and earth.

The wind gradually stopped, and the No. 10 ring was already in pieces. The rocks that were rolled up by the wind column fell down with a crash. Countless people ran away and hid from the rocks.

When everything was quiet, and the dust dissipated, Miaohua Xiaoni was unconscious on the ruins. The Chunjun sword was quietly inserted upside down in the ruins, with half of the sword body and the hilt still shaking.

Ye Xiaochuan was kneeling on the ruins, leaning on Wufeng with his right hand. At this moment, he was already in tears and in great pain.

"Senior, senior..."

He called softly, but the man's voice never appeared again.

He saw the heroic figure of the invisible sword god, how the legendary man looked down on the three realms, how the wind sword intent was destructive, and saw a handsome man in white clothes, with his last smile, disappearing little by little in front of him.

Ye Xiaochuan was still kneeling in the ruins. He didn't know who won the fight. He just felt that many people rushed to his side, helped him up, and put the sword in his hand back into the scabbard.

He didn't know how he returned to the Stone City. He was like a walking corpse without a soul, his eyes were dull and without any color.

Situ Feng disappeared. He should have disappeared six thousand years ago.

Except for Ye Xiaochuan and Xuanying, no one knew that Situ Feng chose the last battle and ended his last life in the place where Su Qinglian ended.

He was just a remnant soul, and his soul was incomplete. Therefore, Situ Feng didn't even have the chance to reincarnate. He really disappeared forever in this universe.

Ye Xiaochuan didn't leave his room for two days and two nights. The master came to see him many times, Yang Shijiu also saw him many times, Baili Yuan, Xiaochi, even Yao Xiaofu, Yu Jizi, and those uncles and uncles, brothers and sisters, familiar and unfamiliar, came to see him many times in these two days.

Everyone came, except Yun Qiyou, who lived next door to him and was closest to him.

During these two days, Yun Qiyou's door was never opened.

It was not until the third night that Ye Xiaochuan's soul came back completely, but he still lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, tears streaming down.

Situ Feng's death was a great blow to Ye Xiaochuan. In his heart, the relationship with Situ Feng was not only a senior, not only a friend, but also a master and apprentice.

He was the only one who knew what happened in the tornado, and he didn't plan to tell anyone.

When Yang Shijiu came to see him again, he saw that his eyes were bright, and he said happily: "Brother, Brother..."

Ye Xiaochuan stood up and said in a hoarse voice: "Pour me a glass of water, I'm so thirsty."

Yang Shijiu hurriedly poured Ye Xiaochuan a cup of tea, and said happily: "Brother, you finally recovered. These two days were almost scary. I'll tell Master, Master is so worried about you!"

Ye Xiaochuan rubbed his head and watched Yang Shijiu happily run out of his room. He sighed slightly.

The first to get the news were the disciples living in the courtyard. When they heard that Ye Xiaochuan had woken up from the chaos, they all ran in, asking about Ye Xiaochuan's health, and by the way, they were asking what happened on the No. 10 ring two days ago.

When they heard that Ye Xiaochuan had woken up, Yu Jizi and Zui Daoren came together, and the chattering crowd immediately quieted down.

The drunk Taoist immediately stepped forward and said, "Xiaochuan, Xiaochuan, do you still recognize your master?"

Ye Xiaochuan smiled bitterly and said, "Master, I am fine. I am sorry that I am unfilial and made you worry."

The drunk Taoist said with tears in his eyes: "It's good that you're fine, it's good that you're fine. Just get through it."

Ye Xiaochuan felt dizzy and rubbed his head again.

Gu Jianchi next to him said to Yu Jizi: "Master, why is Xiaochuan like this?"

Yu Jizi stroked his long beard and sat on the chair in the room. He didn't answer Gu Jianchi's words, but said to Ye Xiaochuan: "Xiaochuan, do you remember what happened on the ring two days ago?"

Ye Xiaochuan didn't want to reveal what happened to Situ Feng, so he shook his head silently and said: "I don't remember. I just felt that my soul was imprisoned and my body was out of my control."

Yu Jizi said: "That's right."

The disciples didn't understand what he meant.

Yu Jizi explained, "With Xiaochuan and Miaohua's cultivation, even if they attacked with all their might, they could not break the barrier of the ring. The two destructive forces on the ring at that time did not come from the two of them, but from the magic swords in their hands, Wufeng and Chunjun. The sword spirits of these two peerless magic swords briefly controlled their bodies to fight. This kind of confrontation is very dangerous and can easily damage the soul. It is fortunate that Junior Brother Xiaochuan can wake up. Miaohua is still in a serious coma and it is unknown when he will wake up."