Three carriages were ordered to stay away from the storm, but they did not go away. The old spy with the most experience in the world quickly stopped and got out. Wang Sheng and Lu Yunchang were confused, but they all did it honestly. The old and two young men stood side by side. Lu Yunchang saw Wang Sheng sweating profusely, his lips were blue and purple, and his body could not stop trembling. Lu Yunchang was about to laugh at the boy's timidity, but he saw seven swords tied to his body, and each of them was quietly unsheathed for more than a few days before Wang's life.

The latest "Ge'er Huang" on his back is tied horizontally around his waist, and two light yellow sword energy penetrates the two ends of the sword sheath. Lu Yunchang is knowledgeable and knows many bizarre stories in the Wudi City. He roughly guessed why the fairy brother asked Wang Sheng to add a sword every once in a while. He wanted this registered disciple to immerse his sword energy and progress step by step, striving to communicate with those sword fetuses, the more the better, and to sharpen a natural and profound sword intent, which is good.

The old spy said in a deep voice: "Wang Sheng, try to suppress E'erhuang's sword energy with his own divine will. If you want to practice the best sword, you must be able to control the sword, but not be controlled by the sword, and become the guest."

Wang Sheng nodded with no face, but unfortunately he was unable to do anything. The sword energy of Goose'er's yellow sword energy became stronger and stronger, and the light lingered around Wang Sheng's waist. The girl seemed to tie a jade belt. The spy surnamed Liu frowned, knowing that these famous swords were used to pull the old man's aura, and Wang Shengcai had just entered the sword path, so he naturally could not control it. The old spy thought that stopping here would not only send weapons to the young vassal king in the shortest time, but also had enough distance to resist the sword intent of the old man. The old spy sighed in his heart, it was because the master of the sword path was too old, and Wang Sheng was too young.

Lu Yunchang asked curiously: "Mr. Liu, who is the guy in his fifties and sixties? I deserve the attack from my fairy master Wang Sheng and I? At that time, even Chai Qingshan was polite and did not dare to act like a senior in the world."

The old spy sneered: "Chai Qingshan, no matter whether he is sword intent or swordsmanship, can he be comparable to the one in front of him? He is not a 60-year-old man, but an old man in his 90s!"

Lu Yunchang was shocked and said, "Chai Qingshan, the number one in the southeast of the dynasty, is not as good as Chai Qingshan? There are a few swordsmen in the world who can scare people so much. The old man doesn't look like the Peach Blossom Sword God. I heard that Deng Jianshen is very young. Even if he doesn't carry peach blossom branches, he will probably ride a donkey and walk around the world."

The old spy said in a heavy tone: "It is the master of the Wu family's sword tomb. In terms of seniority, your master has to call the old man "Great Grandpa."

Lu Yunchang is the most annoying to those who practice swords in the martial arts world. After practicing for decades, he may not have a great prospect. He does not have the spirit of raising a knife and dragging people away. It is so exciting to play with a knife. However, for the Wu family’s sword tomb, there is a place covered with clouds and mist. The boy only heard that there were a large group of half-dead swordsmen sitting there.

The old spy kept looking at Wang Sheng while talking. Seeing that her Taoist practice was too shallow, not only did she not suppress the sword energy of Goose Huang, but in addition to the four swords of the wormfish, dogwood, wild crane, and the two new swords of the young man, all showed signs of turbulence that they were completely unsheathed. The old spy felt a little regretful and regretful. The child's sword sharpening by the first chance failed to face the difficulties, which was particularly unfavorable for future practice. The old spy waited for a moment, and did not want Wang Sheng to have the battle of spirit between Jian Zheng, and then collapsed thousands of miles away, so he planned to retreat. At this moment, Wang Sheng seemed very angry, lowered his head and stared at the most restless Goose Huang, and rebuked: "Obe obedient!"

A loud bang broke out in the sky, like a bell hitting a bell, shaking its eardrums.

It was vaguely seen that dozens of famous swords that had risen from the ground were all broken and fell down dejectedly.

With a strong spirit, he flew from the bamboo sea in Western Shu. With Xu Fengnian as the center, he built a big circle with the title and the drawing of the ground as a prison, trapping Xu Fengnian.

In addition, the sword energy flew from the Northern Han territory, and one qi turned into ten pieces. The cut was a sword, and the ten swords returned to the same qi. There were immortals who took the lead in guiding the way.

A powerful spirit came from the northeast, with a long rainbow running through the sky, with Liaodong as the starting point of the sword force and Hezhou as the end point of the sword force, drawing a shocking and huge half arc, wrapped in a mist of water, and disgusting with fire.

There is also a qi that appears from the far southeast, with the sword energy that is extremely ancient.

One after another, a total of nine sword energy, each with its own merits.

The old master of the Wu family spent a full ninety years finding the nine swords. He did not use the ancient sword itself to fight against the enemy, but only took its divine will and turned it into his own use.

The old man did choose a good time to show up. When he rushed to Hezhou, his sword energy had already risen one after another.

If there is really an immortal who can sit on the nine heavens and overlook the earth, you can see the nine sword energy coming from all directions on the earth, returning to the same location where Xu Fengnian stood.

Xu Fengnian always stood there, but except for the red sandalwood sword box hidden and bound seven swords that Wang Sheng was carrying, all the famous swords on the three carriages had flew out of the carriage to fight against the enemy.

A hundred feet away from Xu Fengnian, a large section of the post road was torn apart by the thunder.

Xu Fengnian had two different heights, one was seven meters apart and the other six meters apart. More than twenty famous soldiers and swords were broken and destroyed if they failed to enter Beiliang.

There was even a drop in the air and a ball of powder fell, only four feet above Xu Fengnian's head.

A sword energy is closer to Xu Fengnian than another sword energy.

Aggressive.

The most murderous sword intent of Yazi came flat and slammed. The twelve ancient swords led by Gucheng Sword were burned with the jade, but the mottled and messy sword energy had already stirred two feet in front of Xu Fengnian.

But the sword energy that followed was the most powerful, just like the ferocious beast Pixiu that swallowed all things but did not expel it.

Xu Fengnian spread out his hand and brought in a pounding sword. The two swords died together, but Xu Fengnian also retreated one meter, but the sword energy bullied himself and entered two meter.

At this time, the old man still had two sword energy that did not take action. One was the pepper sword energy that was wandering around with the tail drawing circle, and the other was the imprisonment spirit that had never been shown.

The old man was obviously close to Xu Fengnian.

Xu Fengnian had almost no sword available, and three carriages hidden swords, leaving only a sword immortal Chen Qingming's relics, as well as an ancient sword of unknown origin, with the word "ticking" in the body of the sword.

Zi Buyu hovered behind Xu Fengnian, holding the string-pulled sword in his hand, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, pressing the sword's tip with two fingers on the sword's tip with the other hand, pressing the sword body into an arc.

Xu Fengnian removed the gesture of holding the sword and playing the sword at the same time, and silently said, "Go."

The string-pulling sword kept spinning and flashing, and Zibo flew behind him without saying a word.

At the same time, the old man who only took one step in a big battle finally began to move forward.

It seems that I am waiting patiently for this moment.

The sword comes.

This is the old man's tenth sword.

If the Nine Swords were gifts from God, the old man lived for nearly a hundred years and practiced a sword himself.

The old man instantly broke through Xu Fengnian's distance of ten feet to the end of the world.

The nine flying swords that were running out of the sleeves at the bottom of the box were all bounced away by the old tomb master's powerful sword energy.

Two fingers were pointed at Xu Fengnian's eyebrows.

But Xu Fengnian's fist also pressed against the old man's heart.

The old man whispered: "Very good."

Xu Fengnian slowly withdrew his fist, a little puzzled.

The old man said with relief: "At this time, your child can still trade his life, but it was because of great-grandfather's loss."

Xu Fengnian was at a loss when he heard the extremely strange name.

The old man touched Xu Fengnian's head with a kind expression and said, "Grandpa is not at ease with other people standing in this place, so he has to come by himself and treats you as an escort. Knowing that your child will not recognize me as an elder, Jianzhong is indeed sorry for Su Yatou. It's just that there is no rule that can be square and round. Every family has a difficult sutra to recite. Your great-grandpa has no choice but to be that evil person at the beginning."

Xu Fengnian's lips trembled, but she still didn't read those three words.

The old man didn't care, so he retracted his hand, took a few steps back, looked at the grandson carefully, and smiled, "There are family rules. If the great-grandfather doesn't do this, there is no reason to give you a gift that he has been owed for several years."

The old man continued: "The Wu family once broke ten thousand cavalry after nine swords. The great-grandfather was doing it himself to practice swords. He couldn't do it. Now, let alone nineteen swords, even twenty-nineteen swords, can't break ten thousand cavalry in Beimang."

"Your great-grandfather never likes Xu Xiao, the grandson-in-law, who makes him skilled in martial arts? Still thinks that this bastard is not worthy of Su Yat."

It seems that the old man is talking to himself, and Xu Fengnian, the nominal grandson, has been silent.

The old man smiled happily and said, "Great-grandfather is very happy to see you."

The old man probably finally saw enough of this great grandson who was very promising and very appetizing. When he passed by his juniors, he patted the child on the shoulder, "Don't carry everything alone."

The old man turned his back to the stubborn young man who never called himself a great-grandfather, and he was getting farther away.
Chapter completed!