Inside the darkroom.

Of course, Zhang Jun and Yue Lele heard Qian Hebiao slamming the secret door.

Qian Hebiao scolded: "Zhang Jun, just wait to be trapped here, no one will come to save you." ”

Qian Hebiao thought about starving to death and dying of thirst, Zhang Jun and Yue Lele.

"Brother Zhang Jun, won't we be able to get out this time?" Yue Lele asked in a low voice.

Zhang Jun was also a little worried, Qian Hebiao, this bastard, did not die of trapping, but also had to be starved to death or thirsty to death.

Yue Lele was happy, she took out some food in her bag, which should be able to last for a while.

Zhang Jun was worried that Qian Hebiao would smash the door and rush in.

Zhang Jun had no choice but to resign himself to fate, he looked around, and moved forward cautiously, except for the sound of his own heartbeat, which was the sound of breathing.

After a while, they stepped into another dark room.

In front of the dark room stood a sword with lines on it that emitted a dark light.

Zhang Jun guessed that this should be the place where the Sword Immortal devoted himself to retreating and practicing swordsmanship.

Zhang Jun tried to draw the sword, but failed, and Zhang Jun was surprised.

"Well, why don't you move?"

Yue Lele pondered: "Perhaps, this sword is the same as my Huadu sword, it is waiting for its master, right?"

"Yes, most likely!"

Zhang Jun nodded in agreement with Yue Lele's opinion.

Zhang Jun didn't say a word, and lightly swiped his palm on the sword, and the blood stained the blade red, and the red liquid dripped down the blade.

Zhang Jun and Yue Lele waited for a long time, but they didn't see any movement in the sword.

"What's the situation, no response, Brother Zhang Jun?" Yue Lele looked curious.

That's right, the sword must be waiting for its true master to appear.

Zhang Jun sighed, so Zhang Jun paced back and forth to look at the sword, but found no clues.

"Why don't we use this token to try it. ”

Yue Lele suddenly aimed at the token on Zhang Jun's waist, and just opened the dark room, and he also used this token to open it.

It must have something to do with this token.

Anyway, a dead horse should be a live horse, and it won't die if you try it.

Zhang Jun listened, this is a way, you can give it a try, so Zhang Jun took the token from his waist.

The token was stained with blood stains on Zhang Jun's palm, and suddenly, the token began to change, and the bloodshot in the middle slowly fused into a shiny bead.

Suddenly, the sword moved.

It began to vibrate incessantly, and it became brand new.

Zhang Jun was startled, his eyes widened and he looked at the sword, which was carved with complex ancient patterns, and it was definitely a sword.

At the same time, the hilt of the sword shone with the words 'Ten Directions of Resentment' carved with the words 'Ten Directions of Resentment'.

Ten Sides Resentful Sword!

Zhang Jun's pupils shrank.

Unexpectedly, this mistakenly stumbled upon the Ten Directions Resentment Sword in the Immortal Sword.

Damn, no one has this luck, only Zhang Jun has it, this has to be jealous of others.

Ten fairy swords, each sword is the best, and it is rumored that they are ancient swords, and their power is boundless.

This sword, I heard that it was created by several god-level figures in ancient times, and it was cast with the aura of the ten directions of heaven and earth, so it is called the sword of the ten directions.

Ten sides resentful sword, what a sword!

Zhang Jun sighed again and again, and he cautiously stepped forward, trying to draw his sword.

It worked.

The ten-sided resentful sword exuded the sword aura of the ancients, and the sword body moved slightly.

Zhang Jun felt that this sword had wisdom, and it didn't want to make people move itself.

Of course, Zhang Jun knew that the ten immortal swords were all waiting for the real sword master to appear, and those who had no chance would certainly not be accepted by the sword.

Zhang Jun cast a spell to suppress the sword's wisdom, but the sword was not happy to Zhang Jun's hard come.

"Brother Zhang Jun. ”

Yue Lele saw that Zhang Jun was a little struggling, and she smiled and said, "I'll try it, right?"

Zhang Jun shook his head, he continued to control the sword, and began to practice a few swordsmanship taught by Jian Shao, and Zhang Jun used peerless swordsmanship at the same time, peerless swordsmanship and black sect method together, which made Zhang Jun a lot more powerful, and he lacked a sword in his hand.

After a while, the sword was no longer so resistant to Zhang Jun.

Suddenly, a phantage floated out of the corner.

It was the Ancient Sword Immortal, who was Zhang Jun's father, but he was very handsome at the time.

Zhang Jun and Yue Lele were stunned.

They stared at the phantom, the other party was very fairy, even if it was just a phantom, it still made people feel a sense of awe.

The other party's voice became ethereal.

"You're finally here! The one who got the sword has a good chance. ”

Ordinary people didn't have that opportunity to ask the Ten Directions Resentful Sword to accept him, so the sword fairy told Zhang Jun that if he could understand the cheats on the table, the sword could accept him.

After everything was explained, the sword immortal was gone.

Yue Lele was very surprised, with Zhang Jun, he could encounter any strange things.

Zhang Jun opened the cheats on the table and frowned, this is how to understand himself, damn, it's really a headache.

Yue Lele asked, "Brother Zhang Jun, do you want to learn this secret swordsmanship?"

Of course, you have to learn, it's okay to be trapped here to cultivate, maybe after the cultivation is successful, you can go out and fight with that money.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jun began to concentrate on cultivating swordsmanship cheats, and Yue Lele was guarding Zhang Jun beside him.

……

The Wind Sea Sword Sect, that is, the main hall of the Phantom Demon Clan.

Zhongsun Wubian was drinking tea, although the Phantom Demon Clan had attacked the cultivation realm, but this didn't seem to have much to do with Zhongsun Wubian.

Qian Hebiao should be without Zhongsun Wubian, and Qian Hebiao became the commander-in-chief in disguise.

Zhongsun Wubian is not angry with Qian Hebiao, and now he is very comfortable and leisurely every day, hehe.

Suddenly, someone came.

Zhongsun Wubian said lightly: "Yuan and Lin, are you looking for me?"

At present, Yuan and Lin are still willing to listen to Zhongsun Wubian, and the masters in the Fenghai Sword Sect can only listen to Qian Hebiao's orders now.

Yuan Youlin was very helpless, and told Zhongsun Wubian that several masters had been transferred, all of whom were ghosts caused by Qian Hebiao.

Yuan Yolin was angry.

After all, Zhongsun Wubian is the commander-in-chief of the Phantom Demon Clan, how can those masters listen to the money and the table.

Zhongsun Wubian was not angry, and those masters were just crazy for wanting to fight.

Yuan and Lin don't quite understand, why Zhongsun Wubian is not angry, Qian Hebiao is so angry with Zhongsun Wubian, Zhongsun Wubian?

Yuan and Lin are unhappy for Zhongsun Wubian, Zhongsun Wubian is not angry, what is he angry about, hey!

Qian Hebiao was injured by Jian Shao, and Qian Hebiao used all those magicians.

"You don't have to worry, you just have to eat and drink all day. Zhongsun Wubian smiled: "Oh, by the way, where are those masters going?"

Yuan Youlin told Zhongsun Wubian and went to a nearby town.

Zhongsun Wubian listened, and the corners of his eyes tightened.

Zhang Jun is in that town now, and Zhongsun Wubian knows it.

"What's going on?"

Zhongsun Wubian got up and looked at Yuan Youlin, his expression was a lot more serious.

Yuan and Lin saw that Zhongsun was boundless serious, he actually didn't know what was going on, and several masters were called to the town.

Zhongsun Wubian frowned, and there was a sense of tension in his heart, something was going to happen.