In the shallow stone cave, Tang Tingyu, who was covered in white, sat upright inside. After a while, her face was clearer and added a bit of delicateness. But she looked even more extraordinary.

The snow fell soundly, rustling, subtle and complex. Under the heavy snow, Tang Tingyu, who was sitting like a sculpture in the cave, suddenly moved. She opened her eyes, her eyes were like stars in the night sky, bright and mysterious. She whispered a long time ago, and the sound shook the night, and the person flew out and floated to the ground.

Countless snowflakes fell, but the strange thing was that the snowflakes automatically avoided Tang Tingyu and fell to the ground, forming a circle.

At some point, Tang Tingyu had another sword in his hand, and the sword body was long and thin, which was as tall as a fan.

This sword is made of a magic sword that has accompanied her for many years, cast from overseas divine iron. It belongs to a magic sword.

Tang Tingyu reached out and stroked the sword body, just like stroking his lover, slowly, very carefully, and then murmured: "A sword will ruin your life, and now I will start. So that's it, it's true."

After saying that, he bounced his fingers and rolled it down, and three times. In the sound, there was a loud sword intent shrouding on the long sword.

Then the sword broke inch by inch and fell on the snow.

At the same time, Tang Tingyu smiled, like a flower that suddenly bloomed on the snow, extremely charming.

Buzz!

The movements and stillness in the Niwan Palace, the sword intent like a net, turned into invisible and disappeared without a trace. Or more accurately, it was absorbed by her and turned into her own use.

Tang Tingyu showed a childlike smile, barefoot, and suddenly danced on the snow, like an elf who regained his freedom. He laughed and danced. At the same time, his body's breath continued to rise, quickly breaking through the shackles that had existed for many years, and reaching the late stage of the Yangshen Great and perfect state, he was only half a step away from crossing the natural barrier and becoming a human immortal.

But this half step ended suddenly and was insurmountable.

Tang Tingyu stood still and raised her face. At some point, two lines of clear tears had flowed from her cheeks. She was not sad because she could not become a human immortal. This was not sad tears, but tears were full of tears and the meaning was inexplicable.

She raised her head and looked in one direction, and a voice in her heart shouted: "It's been three years, I've refined the sword intent you left behind, do you know?"

There seemed to be a sense in the dark. In an instant, a breath rose into the sky, huge and majestic, almost without any concealment.

Boom!

The night sky covered with red clouds suddenly exploded with thunder, and lightning flashed across the sky.

Tang Tingyu looked there in surprise and felt the unparalleled breath. The next moment, she saw a sword light flying up, like a living creature, traveling through the void, as if to the sky, competing with thunder and lightning.

For a moment, I couldn't tell which was the lightning or the sword light was. I got entangled and shone in one piece, and it shone brightly, and it was integrated.

This is……

Tang Tingyu had never seen such a strange phenomenon before, but he recognized that breath and the sword.

The flying sword is famous, called: Tengshe!

That was Zhao Lingtai's sword.
Chapter completed!