"You, you don't know swords at all!" Xiao Fan's words made the old man in purple instantly split, and the whole person suddenly became extremely angry, and his expression was about to go crazy. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He has been practicing the way of the sword all his life, but now he is evaluated as not knowing the sword at all, and this kind of humiliation is extremely fatal to the old man in purple.

And what's even worse is that the old man in purple couldn't refute anything for a while, because Xiao Fan's sword just now had already explained everything.

Xiao Fan's kendo level is far above him, and the mystery contained in it is beyond his reach, so Xiao Fan has the absolute qualifications and ability to evaluate him like this.

"I don't understand the way of the sword!" Xiao Fan's words not only made the old man in purple want to split, but the three old men in black in the sky also looked angry, and they also wanted to go crazy.

They and the old man in purple have also pursued the highest level of kendo all their lives, and now they all think that they have stood at the pinnacle of the way of swords, and they can overlook and guide all the younger generations.

But they didn't expect that they were the proudest and proudest place to be completely surpassed by Xiao Fan, but they were also commented that they didn't understand the sword path they had pursued all their lives, so how could this make them calm down?

"Kill!"

The three old men in black all gave up Xuanluo at this time, and then shouted angrily in their mouths, with the earth-shattering killing power and the momentum of crushing the air, they joined forces with the old man in purple to kill Xiao Fan with a sword.

For this, Xuanluo did not chase after him, but unhurriedly put away the black and gold long stick, and then leisurely watched the play on the side, looking at the four old men in purple, completely looking at the dead man.

Xiao Fan's strength doesn't have to worry about Xuanluo at all, don't say that the four old men in purple besieged Xiao Fan, I'm afraid that even if there are four more, Xiao Fan can also kill them together, he already knows the result of the battle, and it doesn't work if he goes up by himself, so Xuanluo simply watches the play and is too lazy to interfere.

"Ten thousand swords are one, the tenth weight, the sword roars and the dragon roars!" The old man in purple opened his mouth at this time, and said word by word, his voice was extremely low, and the anger on his face was mixed with anger, and the color of his eyes was completely transformed into a monstrous killing intent.

And with the voice of the purple-clothed old man, on the king's sword in his hand, a vague dragon shape suddenly detached from the hilt, and then soared into the air, constantly emitting a deafening dragon roar from his mouth.

The King's Sword of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect once killed a half-dragon with a certain dragon bloodline, and after this half-dragon was killed by the King's Sword, its remaining dragon soul was sealed into the King's Sword by some powerful existences of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect through some means, becoming a major battle force of the King's Sword.

Now, the King's Sword was completely activated by the purple-clothed old man, and the half-dragon sealed in the King's Sword also immediately took off the sword and fought against the enemy with the King's Sword.

In an instant, one gold, one green, one black, and one white four swords that seemed to be able to smash everything rose into the sky, like four rounds of the sun and the moon, standing horizontally in the sky, and then falling in unison, and before it really fell, the earth below had begun to crack huge cracks, and a strong sense of tremor continued to form, shaking in all directions.

But!

"Ten thousand swords are one, the eleventh heavy, the sword swings the world!" Facing the joint furious blow of the four old men in purple, the mountains and rivers shattered in an instant, and the sky and the earth were split in an instant, Xiao Fan's expression was still calm, and then he spoke, and at the same time, the blood-colored long sword in his hand was swung out and hit this sword!

Suddenly, the void was collapsing, everything was being devoured, everything was falling into death, and in the midst of destruction and death, a blood-colored long sword tore through destruction and death, completely enveloping the four purple-clothed old men and the half-dragon that rushed out of the king's sword!

"Boom!"

Xiao Fan's blood-colored long sword and the long sword of the purple-clothed old man bombarded together, and after a short stalemate between the two sides for three breaths, the three sword rays of green, black, and white first let out a wail, and then shattered inch by inch in the air, turning into a piece of starlight.

The golden golden rays of the purple-clothed old man insisted on three more breaths, but suddenly it was also a wail, and countless dense cracks appeared on it, and after a 'sonorous' sound, the golden sword rays also shattered inch by inch, turning into a piece of starlight.

The last is the half-dragon, at this time Xiao Fan's long sword has also been almost consumed, so the half-dragon opened his bloody mouth and bit Xiao Fan's blood-colored long sword, and after a full pause of seven or eight breaths, it 'clicked' and shattered Xiao Fan's blood-colored sword.

"Roar!"

After biting Xiao Fan's blood-colored sword, the half-dragon's face roared fiercely, as if it had won a victory, and then it roared again, opening its bloody mouth again and biting Xiao Fan head-on.

"Ten thousand swords are one, the twelfth, ten thousand swords are disillusioned!" Looking at the half-dragon rushing over, Xiao Fan groaned softly, and the blood-colored long sword in his hand slashed through a strange semicircle shape in the air, and then a blood-colored sword full of endless mysteries, as if a sword fell from the sky, burst out from Xiao Fan's hand.

Around the blood-colored sword, countless strange scenes continue to appear, and then countless scenes are shattered one after another, at a glance, your mind will be involuntarily brought into it, and then completely lost in it, the whole person is like a walking corpse, can no longer wake up, back to the real world.

"Roar!"

The half-dragon suddenly roared, but this time the roar was full of horror, as if it had seen something most terrifying, and its whole body immediately shrunk into a ball, and the huge dragon's eyes were full of despair, watching this devastating sword descend!

"Ten thousand swords are one, the twelfth!" The four old men in purple were completely stunned in place, and they didn't even realize that the broken stones hit them heavily!

How many years have passed, except for the founding ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, no one has reached it, and now although Xiao Fan's twelfth Ten Thousand Swords One Trick is a little different from the twelfth Ten Thousand Swords One Trick left by the founding ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect back then, but there are many similarities, obviously it is the twelfth of the Ten Thousand Swords One Trick!

Ten thousand swords are one, the twelfth, this is the realm they have dreamed of, they have been unable to get it all their lives, and now, they are in the hands of their enemies to reappear in the world!

"Boom!"

The long sword fell, and the half-dragon immediately wailed, and then disappeared little by little in the blood-colored light, the wailing sound was full of pain, and the sound was so sharp that people's eardrums almost wanted to be pierced!

And after about three breaths, the half-dragon completely disappeared under Xiao Fan's blood-colored sword, completely ceased to exist, and the king's sword in the hands of the purple-clothed old man also screamed, the sword body shook violently, and the golden light was dim for a while, as if it had lost all its light and color.

The King's Sword and this half-dragon remnant have been together for I don't know how many years, the two can almost be said to have become one, and now that the half-dragon has been suddenly destroyed, the King's Sword has inevitably received some damage.

"Send you on the road!" After standing up and destroying this half-dragon, Xiao Fan looked at the four old men in purple, his expression was calm, and there was only indifference and ruthlessness on his calm face, he raised the blood-colored long sword in his hand again, and said in a flat tone: "Let you die willingly, ten thousand swords are one, thirteenth, ten thousand swords are one!"

As the words fell, a long sword that could not see any form at all, but people could clearly perceive its existence, stood in the sky, this invisible sword was vast and ethereal, as if it contained the supreme truth of heaven and earth, there were endless stars and countless creatures in it constantly reborn, growing, and then destroying.

This is a sword that represents the supreme reason, and it is also a sword that cannot be resisted at all, and when it falls, it is the moment when everything under it is shattered!

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to One, Thirteenth!" The four old men in purple completely lost their words at this moment, their entire souls disappeared, and only their bodies remained in place, looking at all this one by one, their faces were filled with the deepest fear and horror.

The sword of the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect that once killed countless enemies in all directions reappeared in the world, and the four old men in purple all had an illusion, that is, Xiao Fan's sword was far superior to the sword of the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect!

An unspeakable sword!

In this sword, the four old men in purple finally saw clearly their own insignificance and pity, as well as their own arrogance and ignorance, the way of the sword, it is really you who understand geometry, and yourself, you really don't understand the sword at all!

Xiao Fan, he is not wrong!

"Kendo, Kendo, Kendo!" The old man in white suddenly used all his strength and shouted three times, his eyes were full of despair and collapse, and then the whole person first shattered under Xiao Fan's sword.

"From now on, there will be no Ten Thousand Swords Sect in the world!" The old man in black was the same, his eyes were filled with the deepest bitterness and despair, and he screamed with all his might, and then the whole person was completely destroyed under Xiao Fan's sword.

"We, why do you want to provoke this person?" The old man in Tsing Yi was full of regret in his eyes at this time, he muttered to himself, even Xiao Fan's long sword fell as if he didn't even notice it, and after a wry smile, his body suddenly cracked, and then he died on the spot, no longer existing.

"Hahaha, our Ten Thousand Swords Sect should be immortal, eternal and eternal, no one can...!" The old man in purple had already shattered his Dao heart, his body and mind collapsed, and the whole person was like a madman, laughing wildly, and the laughter shook the sky, but his laughter was drowned behind Xiao Fan's long sword after all, and then slowly disappeared, and he could no longer be heard.

The four remnants of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were all killed by Xiao Fan with one sword!

And after killing the four elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Xiao Fan stepped into the air, standing sideways in the air, as if the twelve suns in the sky could not compete with him, and it seemed that he was the only one in the world, silent!