Chapter 6523: Heavenly Fire Injected Into the Sword

Heavenly fire, frost and wind blades intertwined, and the three of them worked closely together to deal with the corpses coming from all directions.

Although the speed and strength of these corpses were surprising, the tacit cooperation of Chen Xuan and others allowed them to maintain the upper hand.

Chen Xuan's Lioyuan Sword emitted a raging fire, and the sword energy was like fire, burning all the heads of the corpses.

Lin Yuting's frost sword danced like the wind, freezing the corpses into ice cubes, and then crushed them with a sword. Qianqiu used the wind spell to form a powerful wind blade to cut the heads of the corpses into pieces.

Although the battle became more intense, Chen Xuan and others cooperated more tacitly. They continued to defeat the attacks of the corpses, always focusing the attacks of heavenly fire, frost and wind blades on the heads of the corpses.

However, the corpses seemed tireless, and they came one after another without any pause.

Chen Xuan and others felt that their strength was gradually consumed, and the difficulty of this battle was far beyond their imagination.

Chen Xuan, Lin Yuting and Qianqiu continued to fight fiercely with the resurrected corpses in the ice crystal cave.

These corpses were as fast as lightning and powerful, and each of them was an extremely dangerous opponent.

Chen Xuan swung the Lioyuan Sword, the sword energy was as hot as fire, and launched a fatal blow to the head of the corpse. Every sword cut was accompanied by the screams of the corpse, but these corpses continued to come, as if there was no end.

Lin Yuting's frost sword technique condensed the power of ice crystals and tried to freeze these corpses.

The frost sword energy was like water, but it was weakened by the demonic aura of the corpses, and the freezing effect was not as good as before.

Qianqiu's wind spell formed a wind blade, rolled up a gust of wind, and repelled the corpses.

However, these corpses seemed to have some immunity to the power of the wind system and were hardly affected.

As time passed, Chen Xuan and others consumed more and more physical strength, and the pressure of the battle continued to increase.

Chen Xuan felt unprecedented helplessness, and this battle seemed to have no end.

Suddenly, Qianqiu frowned, and he felt the ground tremble slightly. The ice crystal ground in this cave began to crack, and the ice crystal corpses seemed to be summoned by some kind of power, retreating one after another, leaving a passage.

Chen Xuan, Lin Yuting and Qianqiu looked at each other and felt uneasy. All this was too unusual, as if they were being led in a certain direction.

Without hesitation, they followed the passage forward, full of vigilance in their hearts. They didn't know what was waiting ahead, but the only way out seemed to be there.

The passage became narrower and narrower, and the ice crystal corpses stopped chasing, as if warning Chen Xuan and others.

Finally, they crossed the passage and came to a completely different scene.

This is a huge ice crystal space, the ice crystal walls flashed with mysterious blue light, and the ground was covered with white snowflakes.

There was an ancient atmosphere in the air, as if time had stopped here for hundreds of years.

Chen Xuan, Lin Yuting and Qianqiu looked around with concentration and found that the scene of this place was unusually ancient and mysterious.

They knew that they had come to the core of the ice crystal cave, and perhaps there were more dangers hidden here.

In this mysterious ice crystal cave, Chen Xuan, Lin Yuting and Qianqiu found a large number of broken swords. These broken swords were scattered on the ground, each of which was full of traces of time, and the reflected light of ice crystals flickered on their blades.

Chen Xuan bent down to pick up a broken sword and looked at it carefully. This sword was once an outstanding magic weapon, but now it is broken into two pieces.

He couldn't help but think about the origin of these broken swords and why they were scattered in this place.

Lin Yuting also came over, she squatted down and gently touched the blade of another broken sword.

Qianqiu walked to another pile of broken swords and frowned. The existence of these broken swords means that a huge battle had taken place, and that battle was fierce enough to break these magic weapons.

He began to think about the cause of this battle and the secrets in it.

Suddenly, Chen Xuan's eyes were attracted by a special broken sword. The blade of this broken sword was engraved with strange runes, emitting a faint chill.

He recognized the rune, which was an ancient seal rune, usually used to seal dangerous objects or creatures.

Chen Xuan squatted down and gently touched the broken sword.

He felt an ancient power flowing in it, as if silently telling an ancient story. He decided to put the broken sword into the ring, perhaps it would play a role in the future.

Skyfire, frost and wind blades intertwined, and the three worked closely together to deal with the corpses coming from all directions.

Although the speed and strength of these corpses were surprising, the tacit cooperation of Chen Xuan and others allowed them to maintain the upper hand.

Chen Xuan's Lioyuan Sword emitted a blazing fire, and the sword energy was like fire, burning all the heads of the corpses.

Lin Yuting's frost sword danced like the wind, freezing the corpses into ice cubes, and then crushing them with a sword. Qianqiu used the wind spell to form a powerful wind blade to cut the heads of the corpses into pieces.

Although the battle became more intense, Chen Xuan and others cooperated more tacitly. They continued to defeat the corpses' attacks, always focusing their attacks of skyfire, frost and wind blades on the heads of the corpses.

However, the corpses seemed tireless, coming one after another without any pause.

Chen Xuan and others felt their strength gradually depleted, and the difficulty of this battle was far beyond their imagination.

Chen Xuan, Lin Yuting and Qianqiu continued to fight fiercely with the resurrected corpses in the ice crystal cave.

These corpses were as fast as lightning and powerful, and each one was an extremely dangerous opponent.

Chen Xuan wielded the prairie fire sword, and the sword energy was as hot as fire, and he aimed a fatal blow at the corpse's head. Every sword slash was accompanied by the screams of corpses, but the corpses still kept coming, as if there was no end.

Lin Yuting's frost sword technique condensed the power of ice crystals in an attempt to freeze these corpses.

The frost sword energy was like water, but it was weakened by the demonic aura of the corpse, and the freezing effect was not as good as before.

Qianqiu's wind spell formed a wind blade, whipping up strong winds and driving back the corpses.

However, these corpses seemed to be somewhat immune to the power of the wind and were hardly affected.

As time goes by, Chen Xuan and others are becoming more and more physically exhausted, and the pressure of the battle is also increasing.

Chen Xuan felt helpless as never before, and this battle seemed to have no end.

Suddenly, Qianqiu frowned, and he felt the ground shaking slightly. The ice crystal ground in this cave began to crack, and the ice crystal corpses seemed to be summoned by some kind of power, and they retreated one after another, leaving a passage.

Chen Xuan, Lin Yuting and Qian Qiu looked at each other and felt uneasy. It was all so unusual, as if they were being led in a certain direction.

Without hesitation, they followed the passage, their hearts full of vigilance. They don't know what lies ahead, but the only way out seems to be there.

The passage became narrower and narrower, and the ice crystal corpses stopped pursuing them, as if to warn Chen Xuan and others.

Finally, they crossed the passage and came to a completely different scene.

This is a huge ice crystal space. The ice crystal walls are shining with a mysterious blue light, and the ground is covered with white snowflakes.

There is an ancient atmosphere in the air, as if time has stood still here for hundreds of years.

Chen Xuan, Lin Yuting and Qianqiu looked around intently and found that the scene in this place was extremely ancient and mysterious.

They knew that they had arrived at the core of the ice crystal cave, and perhaps there were more dangers hidden here.

In this mysterious ice crystal cave, Chen Xuan, Lin Yuting and Qianqiu discovered a large number of broken swords. These broken swords were scattered on the ground, each one full of traces of time, and the reflected light of ice crystals shone on their blades.

Chen Xuan bent down and picked up a broken sword, looking at it carefully. This sword was once an outstanding magic weapon, but now it is broken in two.

He couldn't help but think about the origin of these broken swords and why they were scattered in this place.

Lin Yuting also walked over. She knelt down and gently touched the blade of another broken sword.

Qianqiu walked to another pile of broken swords and frowned. The existence of these broken swords means that a huge battle once took place, and that the battle was fierce enough to interrupt these magic weapons.

He began to think about the reasons for this battle and the secrets within it.

Suddenly, Chen Xuan's eyes were attracted by a special broken sword. The blade of this broken sword was engraved with strange runes, exuding a faint cold air.

He recognized the rune, an ancient sealing rune usually used to seal dangerous objects or creatures.

Chen Xuan knelt down and gently touched the broken sword.

He felt an ancient power flowing through it, as if it was silently telling an ancient story. He decided to keep the broken sword in the ring, maybe it would play a role in the future.