欧文大吃一惊/span>回过头来/span>见身后站着一个长须青袍老者/span>须发斑花/span>随风飘逸/span>看上去约五、六十岁/span>神气抑郁/span>脸容消瘦/span>身薄如纸/span>

        想都不想/span>欧文一剑砍下去--他把一切都当成了敌人/span>

        利剑被老者两只手指轻松地夹住/span>欧文大怒/span>笼罩在身上的黑色气体变得越来越浓/span>沿着剑身迅速纠缠到老者身上；然而出乎欧文意料/span>触碰到黑气的老者并没有被黑色火焰焚烧/span>黑气缠上了老者后/span>便渐渐地消散……

        /span>什么/span>你居然对黑气免疫/span>/span>欧文稍稍吃惊/span>

        /span>非也/span>/span>老者道/span>/span>黑气之所以没有变成火焰焚尽吾身/span>是因为你心中尚存善念/span>不愿伤害无辜/span>/span>

        /span>别自作聪明/span>/span>欧文吼道/span>

        他用力从老者的手指间抽出自己的长剑/span>双手紧握/span>横着劈向老者的脖子/span>

        老者嘴角稍露微笑/span>左手微微扬起/span>往欧文剑上弹了一下--只听到长剑传来一声清脆的敲击声/span>那看来轻描淡写的轻轻一弹/span>产生一股无法抗拒的力度/span>从剑身传到欧文身上/span>欧文就像触电一样/span>被远远弹飞/span>

        /span>混蛋/span>/span>狼狈不堪的欧文刚刚站起来/span>正想对老者发动下一次的攻击/span>突然/span>嘣/span>地一声/span>长剑从中间自行折断了/span>

        /span>轻轻的一弹就将铁剑折断/span>这老头到底是什么来头/span>/span>欧文心下惊疑不定/span>颤声道/span>

        /span>你手持这柄铁剑肆地杀戮、破坏/span>早已令剑身上伤痕累累/span>在你再一次拿起它的时候/span>这柄剑发出了悲惨的哀鸣/span>难道你听不到吗/span>/span>

        欧文恼羞成怒：/span>哼/span>输给你/span>我无话可/span>要杀要剐随便/span>但休想羞辱我/span>一把普通的铁剑能发出哀鸣/span>当我是三岁孩子吗/span>/span>

        /span>世间万物皆有灵性/span>不仅是一柄剑/span>一草一木、一石一土/span>皆有其灵/span>如若不信/span>你可以静下心来/span>仔细倾听它们的哀鸣/span>/span>老者罢/span>手一挥/span>灰袍的袖子随即飘起/span>欧文只感觉到一阵清风抚面而过/span>

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