Cheng Zhiyuan felt like a hacker at this time.

He is not only shattering this night, but also trying to connect with the old man's sword.

Of course, Cheng Zhiyuan himself could not guarantee that all swords could be manipulated by himself, but the impact of the sword man on ten thousand swords remains unchanged, because at this time, there was obviously a large part of the hostility in the excitement of the sword.

It began to fade, but instead felt the influence of the sword man, and it started to whisper softly like a demon.

"I don't know if you are excited or because of the thrill of the sword master that is about to kill, this is a new behavior you have never experienced in your life. As a sword, you must be very excited and fascinated by this kind of thing."

“…….”

Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes stared at the sky, and the invisible gods of the past world also looked through the journey Zhiyuan's eyes.

The spirit and spirit flowing in the night is almost clearly visible.

The spirits and spirits seen under the dragon's eyes were as clear as the ghost energy flowing in the demonic atmosphere when Cheng Zhiyuan went to see the demonic energy flowing in the demonic atmosphere and the ghost energy flowing when people in the ghost realm used the Abyss and Sea Realm.

As the old man moved, there was indeed a weak place in the realm of the night. The domain had a center, and the center was the old man himself. The closer he was to him, the higher the intensity, the farther he was, the lower the intensity.

...........

The name of the sword is very long, with four words. I am afraid that few people in the world who make swords would give such a long name for the sword.

But Tian Yu Chi Wu didn't think it was very troublesome. On the contrary, he thought his name was extremely domineering.

But what it is preparing to do today may be more domineering.

Talking about the sword man, the immortal sword master who has not been seen for thousands of years!

The Master of Immortal Swords is rumored to be the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords, and does not talk much about it with others, just because it can understand the hearts of all swords. Once a connection is established, all swords will feel that the Master of Immortal Swords is the one they can recognize.

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The sword is also very sad. After it was cast, few people in the world could communicate with the sword. Most swords could not meet the famous master. Even if it was a famous sword, they could not meet the right person. There are so many swords in the world.

There are more swordsmen in the world walking around the ground than dogs, but they rarely meet the right person at the right time.

The reason why Wan Jian respects the Master of the Immortal Dao Sword is because it is a rare one. After Wan Jian is cast, he will know that the right person.

For swords, the more unlucky thing than killing enemies in battle or not meeting famous masters is probably the ones that are demanded by some greedy kings, and finally placed on the desk, waiting year after year

Rust, this is probably the saddest thing for being a famous sword.

They are murderous weapons, not ritual tools. If you want to look good, you can use a cauldron to decorate them. After all, this guy can still cook meat, but who has ever seen people cutting vegetables with swords?

The buzzing sound of Tianyu Chi Wu penetrated the mountains and fields, and it was also trying to find the Immortal Sword Master.

But what it did not expect was that the sword master came to the trap without waiting for it to find it.

"White clouds' eyes are gone without Feihan, who will the sword beating at night?"

"Tianyu Chi Wu, the sword name... is so majestic."

Tian Yu Chi Wu let out a dull sword sound, the sword trembled slightly, and there was no sound afterwards.

............

The old saint thought it was a sword and disdained to continue speaking, and did not care too much. He just smiled and said, "You can't make meritorious service today, but are you disappointed? Hey, to our level, everything is necessary.

Paying attention to interests, Master Cheng is the best wise man in the world. How can he easily die on your blade?"

"After all, I love sword, you are not qualified to kill him. If you want to kill him, only the sword of the sect leader is qualified. He is still useful, so I don't want to use force. I want to ask him for help.

Go back with me.”

"Of course, if he can't follow my wishes, I can only be rude."

The old saint did not care about the changes in the sword, so naturally he could not feel the feeling of disappointment arising from the sword.

Tian Yu Chi Wu seemed to remember that his original sword master was not this old man, but because the saint could exert the power of the sword to the greatest extent in a broad sense, Tian Yu Chi Wu looked particularly sharp in his hands.

But now, maybe it's time to change jobs.

The old saint didn't care about the sword, but just put the sword in front of his knees.

Then the sword jumped up by itself, and the cold blade wiped up against his face.

The old saint's expression was stunned and leaped into the cold light of the sword blade.

A shocking sword energy swept backwards from all directions, and the old saint was cut through his neck by the sword. He looked at the jumping sword in shock. After a brief moment of stagnation, he was immediately furious!

"A bronze sword, how dare you kill the Lord!"

The old saint erupted, and Tian Yu Chi Wu suddenly slashed into the sky!

It flew extremely high and fell from the sky, but it was like thousands of sacred mountains gathering at one point. Its extremely powerful power interprets four big words!

"The sky shines northwest!"

The old saint was suddenly shocked and he heard Cheng Zhiyuan's voice!

But at this time he raised his hands, and the one who was circulating on Tianyuji Wu was no longer his spirit, so the sword could not be returned to the sheath. The old saint was so angry that he heard from all directions in the mountains and fields.

The valley is full of echoes!

"You may be paid a low salary, and Jian doesn't want to do it anymore."

After being overlapped, Cheng Zhiyuan's true body could not be found at all. The old saint shouted to the surroundings: "Master Cheng! Ha, is this your method?"

"So that's it. I don't know that the sword man is of this kind... It seems that I haven't lived long enough, and among the immortals, the previous generations said that the sword man died in Huang Liyuan.

There is no record of them in the world. I was born in the wrong era, so I lacked experience. It's a pity."

"But didn't you want to come out to see me before? Why are you coming out now? Do you really think I don't know where you are?"

The old saint's eyes turned and he instantly stared at a certain position in the north!

"Why should Master hide again? Compared to those under the saint, saints are like the difference between heaven and all things. The gap is insurmountable. How can small means stop me? It's all in vain!"

He raised his hand and with a thud, he actually blocked the Qingtian sword!

Scream-Ga!

The huge sword power without the blessing of the saint is indeed far inferior to that of the past, and the old saint stretched out his left hand and grabbed the place in the north!

In Cheng Zhiyuan's eyes, he clearly saw that the spirit and spirit in the center became increasingly chaotic, while in the sky in the north, the spirit and spirit became extremely rich and heavy.

But if the spirit is concentrated in one place, the other place must not be taken into account. If one is determined and two is used, everything will not be accomplished, let alone one is determined and three is used?

In contrast, Cheng Zhiyuan found a weak point. When the old saint was entangled with Tian Yu Chi Wu, once the magnificent sword light rose from the east!

Dawn broke through the night sky, the sword light of the sky separated the heavy night sky, and the thunder in the natural sky became clear, and Cheng Zhiyuan appeared in front of the old saint!

"Speak of Sword Man!"

The old saint was furious, but this time, he saw heavy rain around Cheng Zhiyuan!

Cheng Zhiyuan raised his hand and whispered: "Don't point metal objects at the sky on thunderstorms, as they will be conductive."

"Have you ever seen a sword technique that fell from the sky?"

The old saint raised his head and saw a flying sword at the top of the sky!

When did you get up?

He stared at the eyes.

Cheng Zhiyuan spoke far away and said two words before leaving.

"Electricity, come!"

The old saint could no longer see the normal world. The huge and magnificent thunder and lightning were like a waterfall, like a giant dragon swimming in the sky, guided by heavy rain.

The old saint was drowned in the sea of ​​thunder with a vibrating roar!
Chapter completed!