Sword and Love

Although it was extremely cold in the cave, as if entering the cold winter, Zheng Zinuo, who was dressed thinly at this time, was sweating coldly.

Walking forward again for about an hourglass, just as Zheng Zinuo was about to continue calling Yin Yang, the cave that had only the sound of dripping water suddenly let out a "hiss...", and then the cave suddenly lit up, and a burst of fire pierced his eyes. Coming over, Zheng Zinuo, who had been in the darkness for a long time, had a sting in his eyes. He hurriedly closed his eyes, took three steps back, and stretched out his hand to protect the ancient golden sword in front of him, ready to fight.

"Huh? Ancient golden sword!" A gloomy man's voice came, his voice was very hoarse and stiff, as if he hadn't spoken for many years.

Zheng Zinuo was taken aback when he heard the words, closed his eyes tightly, stretched out his hand to block the firelight, and looked towards the source of the sound.

I don't know if I don't see it, Zheng Zinuo was shocked when I saw it, I saw a man in rags with gray hair and disheveled hair sitting there cross-legged beside the cave wall. From the messy hair, a trace of cold light was staring at the ancient heavy gold sword in Zheng Zinuo's hand.

On the side of him cross-legged, Yin Yang is being grasped by his hands, and he is constantly gnawing on a dead hare dripping with blood.

"Ah... ghost!" Zheng Zinuo screamed, and the heavy golden ancient sword in his hand fell to the ground. He hastily stepped back a few steps and leaned against the cave wall. Recently, he has achieved success in cultivation, so it is estimated that this will not scare him out, and at least make him pee his pants.

But although Zheng Zinuo was terrified, he didn't lose his mind. He found that even if he broke in rashly, he didn't see how the "ghost" punished him, and at most he just stared at the golden ancient sword in his hand.

The man didn't speak any more, as if all his energy was attracted by the heavy golden ancient sword that fell to the ground, he stretched out his hand and waved it, and the ancient sword weighing ten catties was sucked into his hand so lightly, as light as a feather.

Zheng Zinuo's pupils shrank for a while. He had only seen this skill from his master Feng Qingyun, but his master was a master of martial arts. Could it be that the man in front of him was also a master of martial arts and not a ghost?Zheng Zinuo analyzed slowly.

At this moment, the man spoke again in that hoarse and blunt voice: "Are you Feng Qingyun's disciple?"

Zheng Zinuo was slightly taken aback, and urged the true energy in his body to slowly spread throughout his body to dispel the fear in his heart. He straightened up slowly, took a step forward, nodded and replied, "How do you know?"

The man burst into laughter when he heard the words, until the whole cave trembled violently, as if it was about to collapse. Zheng Zinuo's face changed drastically, and he backed away more than ten steps, urging the true energy in his body to infuse his head with all his strength to resist the man. The surging thunder-like voice got better.

But even so, he felt dizzy for a while, and almost fell to the ground unconsciously. He shook his head desperately, coughed a few times, and he recovered a lot, but there was also a storm in his heart. How powerful it is to be able to make myself, a strong man who has entered the state of consecration and has no less than twentieth-level martial artist cultivation base, almost faint!

"Huh? You can resist my howling sound without soul power. It seems that your cultivation is not weak!" The man was slightly surprised, a red light flashed across the man's eyes, and the next moment he actually Even more shocked than Zheng Zinuo just now, he shouted out of composure, "Black... black martial soul..."