The subway carriage was empty, and there was only one person sitting in the two sections, swaying like a drunk old man. If it weren't for the only person in the carriage, Zhou Zixuan would definitely not pay too much attention.

Yang Lin trotted to the cockpit of the collision and looked at it, it was already on fire, only one driver had passed out, and there were no other flight attendants.

"Purple Spirit Scorpion?" Zhou Zixuan asked coldly at the rickety old man.

Since this car belongs to the Purple Spirit Scorpion, there shouldn't be any people in it.

On this point, Yang Lin has complained many times, the purple spirit scorpion is really too sassy, the members like to tattoo a scorpion, and even draw one on the car, as if he is afraid that the enemy will not find him, he usually does things so hiddenly, but he doesn't pay attention to this aspect at all.

"For the time being, where are you, little brother?" the old man twisted his shoulders and stretched lazily, holding a sword in his arms, looking lazy.

Zhou Zixuan was a little suspicious, as a swordsman, the person in front of him didn't have the slightest momentum, and he couldn't get any murderous intent at all.

"Medical Immortal Valley. Zhou Zixuan was not stingy and reported to his family.

"Oh, there is a man in the Medical Immortal Valley?" The old man seemed to know the Medical Immortal Valley better, and raised his somewhat cloudy eyes to look at Zhou Zixuan.

"I didn't expect that the Purple Spirit Scorpion still had ancient people. Zhou Zixuan pulled out his knife, and he had no intention of keeping his hand on the people of the Purple Spirit Scorpion.

The old man hurriedly waved his hand, "Young man, don't be too angry, you cut off the railway, I don't blame you for waking me up from my sleep, why make such a fuss, speaking of which, the Medical Immortal Valley and the Purple Spirit Scorpion are still in the same vein." The old man smiled innocently.

Zhou Zixuan frowned, he didn't talk to him, he just wanted to solve the threat of the purple spirit scorpion quickly, so that he could go all out to find a way to crack the marrow for Liuli. What's more, it was because of the same vein that Liuli was burdened with a kind of pain and pressure, and even when everyone was restrained in the new moon, she had to take on the responsibility that did not match her age.

"Ding!!"

The metal utensils collided, and Yang Lin, who was in the distance, unconsciously covered her ears, and this vibration made her a little deaf.

"Good sword!" Zhou Zixuan sighed, he didn't understand the sword, but this sword was not yet unsheathed, and it could rely on its power to suppress the black knife and make a crisp sword sound.

"Your knife is not bad, this kind of material, I have never seen it in my life. The old man licked his lips as if he had seen a treasure.

The two of them parried each other a few times in the carriage, and then distanced themselves.

"Housheng, you are not an idle person, yes, yes, there is evil in the knife, but you have not been eroded by the evil energy, you are a real and malleable talent. The old man clapped his hands and complimented, "Give your name." ”

Zhou Zixuan didn't expect that the old man on the other side actually knew what he said, "Your sword is not bad, there is no edge but it is not broken, there is no murderous aura and murderous intent, but it makes people feel depressed." My name is Zhou Zixuan, one of the current valley owners of the Medical Immortal Valley. ”

The two of them blow each other in a wave of business. Yang Lin was a little embarrassed listening to it next to her. These two tricks didn't do much before they flattered each other. Is this how the masters praise each other?

"Well, the old man has the same surname as you, Zhou Boren. It can be regarded as the guest of the Purple Spirit Scorpion. The old man said slowly.

Zhou Zixuan didn't understand the name Zhou Boren very well, but Yang Lin, the young pavilion master, was shocked.

Zhou Zixuan looked at her and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"Don't you know?" Yang Lin asked rhetorically.

"What do you know?" Zhou Zixuan really didn't know, could it be his own relative, no, he didn't know, this Shaoge mainly knew that it was too powerful.

"The name Zhou Botong is recorded in the Phoenix Pavilion, if I remember correctly, the Xishan Sword Saint is called Zhou Boren. But how could he, who has never asked about the world, be here?" Yang Lin said that these were not very confident, she always felt that this old man did not have the demeanor of a sword saint.

Zhou Zixuan really hadn't heard of it, but since the person with the title must not be too weak, and his sword can also be called a saint.

"It's just a common name, not worth mentioning. The old man shook his hand, touched his beard, and looked at it all indifferently.

"You are a hidden master, why do you want to help the Purple Spirit Scorpion to help the abuse!" Yang Lin asked, she had received information, the sword saint Zhou Boren's reputation was very good, in the early years when China was still in turmoil, it was said that Zhou Boren was a man and a sword everywhere chivalrous and righteous, saving a lot of people, and then when the foreign enemy invaded, he was the first to bear the brunt of the foreign enemy, and finally disappeared after stabilization, leaving only a legend.

I thought that the old man would be silent, but I didn't expect the other party to speak very easily, this is not something that needs to be hidden.

"Alas, people are getting old and want to see the sun. There was some poignancy in the old man's voice.

Counting his age, he is already over eighty years old, and his reclusive life for more than 50 years is called Qing Xiu when it is good, and boring when it is ugly.

The former treaty could no longer bind these masters, or the treaty that had been signed by Canglong and Moon Streamer to force them to retreat was already reluctant.

The birth of a capable person will cause chaos in the world, this is what Yue Liuguang said to Liuli before, and Liuli relayed it to Zhou Zixuan. If a person with some ability is not controlled, if there is a person with a high heart and arrogance, the lethality is not comparable to that of a few bandits and hooligans.

But is this fair to these people, especially these people who have contributed to the country?

This is also the reason why the Purple Spirit Scorpion can attract a lot of masters to serve it, it grasps the weakness of the human heart, no matter how strong the person is, the human heart also has a weakness.

Therefore, many people know that the Purple Spirit Scorpion has bad intentions, but they cooperate with it for their own freedom and **.

"Boy, think about doing so much, this world has always been the strong to have the right to speak, I bear the name of the Sword Saint, countless sword competitions, only lost one game, is still a red-haired little girl, so I am willing to do penance in the mountains, I have not faced the enemy for decades, this time I just want to see how the level of the younger generation is in the past few decades. The old man touched his beard and said faintly: "The winner is the king, the loser is the villain, if I can win, it means that our old guys are not exhausted, the purple spirit scorpion's approach is correct, we need a place in this world, if we lose, it means that they are right, we have been eliminated by this world." ”

Zhou Zixuan looked at the old man's momentum and wanted to refute him a few words, but he really couldn't say it.

Recently, there have been red lines and purple spirit scorpions, and most of their composition are some hidden masters, this is just the beginning, if there is no better solution, maybe there will be trouble in the future, then all the reasons are justification.

"The winner is king, and the loser is the king. Senior, please advise!" Zhou Zixuan burst into black flames all over his body, and his evil spirit was exhausted, and he no longer had any reservations about dealing with such masters.

The old man saw that Zhou Zixuan still refused to give way, shook it, and had to hold the sword in his hand and get serious.

The temperament of holding the sword completely changed the old man's appearance, no longer a bad old man, but the king of the sword.

Suddenly, there was a sudden shock, like a storm blowing, and the oppressive air crackled.

"Young Pavilion Master, stand back, he's not someone you can deal with, I've only seen this kind of momentum in one person. Very strong!" Zhou Zixuan asked, Yang Lin silently retreated a little, all she could do was not to distract Zhou Zixuan.

"Ink Flame!" Zhou Zixuan held the black knife in front of him, holding the handle of the knife in one hand and touching the back blade with the other, as the fingers slidied, the black flame burned more and more vigorously.

Then he held the knife in both hands and slashed away with all his might.

"Here comes the sword!" Zhou Boren raised his sword in his chest and shouted, the sword in his hand seemed to be divided into several handles, all of which were bursts of golden light, floating in the air, and with a finger, several swords attacked head-on in the direction of Zhou Zixuan's running.

Zhou Zixuan resumed the underworld as he walked, cutting off the golden light one after another, and his body spun and came to the old man's side.

'Bang' "Bang Bang!"

The old man held a sword in one hand and blocked Zhou Zixuan, who was holding a knife in both hands, and his heels did not move at all.

The old man's other hand was raised, and a sword qi condensed in the air again, and as the palm fell, the sword qi stabbed towards Zhou Zixuan.

Seeing that the sword light was getting closer and closer, Zhou Zixuan and the old man had no strength left for the sword, so they had to withdraw one hand, "Shadow Lead!"

The black aura condensed into a sharp blade, colliding with the golden sword qi in the air, shattering, and flickering.

The old man's hand holding the sword exerted a little force, and the simple and unpretentious sword in his hand was full of sword light, and with a little force, he pushed Zhou Zixuan out, and then three sword qi were released, slashing Zhou Zixuan, and blood oozed from the three wounds.

Yang Lin's hands were sweating from a distance, the gap between her and these two people was too big, there was nothing she could do, and she was also a little sad for the black spider before, if Zhou Zixuan showed his current strength just now, the black spider would become a dead spider in minutes. But now the person they cut off the railway and stopped him is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and his strength is still above Zhou Zixuan.

Zhou Zixuan didn't care about the wound, his hands were open, the black aura behind him spread out, and began to condense, a short knife with a black handle floated in the air, and his eyes were also a little red.

This was used by him when he was dealing with Redcoat Bright in Yergawa before, at that time, because he couldn't control the evil qi well, he could only use about sixty percent, and now he can control eighty percent of the evil qi when he is sane.

"At such a young age, such a deep breath, even if there is a master's empowerment, it is difficult to do this, it is strange. The old man showed a puzzled expression, and he was not timid in the face of thousands of short knives not far away, but still calmly held the sword.

"All swords are one. The old man wielded a few swords with his sword, and each swing would leave an afterimage, each afterimage had a sword qi, which seemed to be a simple action, but in fact there were several sword lights around, and with the old man's control, it was as if there were ten thousand swords gathered in the air.

Zhou Zixuan's outstretched hands slapped forward hard, and countless black knives flew towards the sword saint Zhou Boren.

At the same time, the tens of thousands of swords also flew towards Zhou Zixuan.

The intertwining of black and white, the blending of light and dark, the collision of knives and swords, impacted in the dark tunnel about thirty meters underground.

Regardless of whether the other party is a sword saint or not, how strong he is, Zhou Zixuan must pass through here, for the beautiful figure in his heart.