The young swordsman sneered: "Swords are all used to kill. But only a sword that is sharp enough can kill, and if the sword is not sharp enough, it can only be killed.

In the face of challenges, you don't even dare to draw your sword, your sword must not be sharp enough, but you say you can kill, who will believe you?"

"I don't need anyone to believe, those who should believe will naturally believe!"

A hint of coldness flashed in Lin Pingzhi's eyes.

At the back of the crowd, Zuo Yi watched this scene with interest, and the conversation between the two seemed a little familiar.

This swordsman didn't know where he came from, and he was really tired of it.

In the past year or so, Xiao Linzi's cultivation of the evil sword technique has improved by leaps and bounds, and he already has first-class strength, and the murderous aura on his body is getting heavier and heavier.

This swordsman actually dared to stop Lin Pingzhi from competing with swords, but he was afraid that he didn't know how he died.

At this moment, the tall young swordsman inadvertently leaned sideways, which happened to make Zuo Yi see half of his face.

Zuo Yi's pupils shrank slightly, and he saw that his face was covered with dense tattoos, looking hideous and terrifying, as if he was a man of different races.

In the cattle and horse market, this kind of alien race with a blue face is not uncommon, but most of them use scimitars, but not many use swords.

The swordsman's slightly drunken eyes, lazy and indifferent, seemed to reveal endless determination, condensed like substance, and made it impossible to force people.

This is obviously still a master of the sword!

Hey!

Wrong!

Zuo Yi stared closely at the long sword behind the swordsman, the sword that seemed to have a demonic nature, swallowed in gold, inlaid with thirteen bean-sized pearls, exuding a strange aura, as if symbolizing the end of the sword path and death.

This swordsman, this sword......

it!

Zuo Yi was a little afraid to think about it, and only felt that the whole person was wrong.

Impossible!

How did he end up here?

Or rather, how could there be him in this world?

Seeing that Lin Pingzhi's patience was gradually losing and he was about to draw his sword, Zuo Yi didn't dare to delay any longer, and hurriedly stepped forward.

"Heiyuki, what are you doing here?"

"Big brother?"

Lin Pingzhi saw Zuo Yi coming, his eyes lit up slightly, and the murderous aura on his body disappeared slightly, and said: "Big brother, I came to congratulate you on your housewarming, but I didn't expect to meet this strange person halfway, and he had to compete with me." ”

"Oh?"

Zuo Yi looked at the young swordsman, hugged his fists and said: "This brother, the sun is shining today, the weather is fine, and it is really too bad to compare swords or something."

I see that Brother Tai is also a good wine person, and there happen to be a few jars of fine wine in the lower house, so it is better to invite Brother Tai to have a few drinks in the lower house, and everyone will have a wine and sword discussion, isn't it beautiful!"

The young swordsman's eyes were unwavering, and he smiled coldly: "Good weather is suitable for sword comparison, and those who are still alive after the sword competition deserve to drink good wine.

I think you're also a martial arts master, but it's a pity that you don't use a sword, and I don't want to talk to you. ”

I......

Zuo Yi's face stiffened and he was choked.

From the eyes of this young swordsman, he felt a faint contempt, this Nima's ...... Young Master Ben was actually discriminated against?

He went to visit Ren Yingying just now, and he didn't plan to do it, and he didn't think that Ren Yingying and Lu Zhuweng were worth using his sword, so he put the sword at home, and now it seems that he made a mistake.

"Hmph! Are you great with a sword? How dare you despise my eldest brother! See if I don't teach you a lesson!"

Lin Pingzhi couldn't help but be angry, and immediately pulled out his sword and was about to make a move.

Zuo Yi hurriedly persuaded: "Pingzhi, don't be impulsive! Why do you bother with a drunk, let's go!"

At this time, the young swordsman shook his head and smiled: "The brother of the coward, sure enough, is also a coward, it is really boring."

That's it, if you don't compare, you won't compare, a coward like you, it's not interesting to win. ”

"Who are you scolding cowards!

Lin Pingzhi's eyes couldn't help but breathe fire, and he said to Zuo Yi: "Big brother, don't stop me, today I must teach this guy who doesn't know the height of the sky!"

Zuo Yi hesitated and did not stop again.

He actually wanted to see how good this young swordsman was, and whether he was the person he guessed.

He nodded: "Okay, but you must not be careless, this person is a master of using swords." ”

"I will. ”

Lin Pingzhi nodded, stepped forward, and looked at the young swordsman coldly: "Come on, ugly ghost! I, Lin Pingzhi, will be as you wish today, and let you die under my Lin family's evil sword technique!"

"Ugly?"

The young swordsman smiled in surprise, but his laughter stopped abruptly, and his eyes were cold and indifferent.

He threw away the jar, his sword snapping out of its sheath and pointing diagonally at the ground.

The slender and cold sword body reflected the glow of the setting sun, like blood and practice, and the cold air was pressing.

Call!

An invisible sword aura rippled up, sneering and cutting through the surrounding air, and within a radius of several meters, it seemed to turn into a sword domain, and there was a slight scratch on the ground.

Some of the people around who watched the excitement couldn't help but be so frightened that they hurriedly retreated away, exclaiming again and again.

Lin Pingzhi's pupils couldn't help shrinking, and his face became solemn.

He clenched his sword, but didn't strike immediately, because he suddenly found that he didn't know what to do!

In the face of this ugly and strange swordsman, it seems that no matter how he uses his sword, it will be in vain.

It was a strange feeling, but it was real, and it was the first time he had encountered it in his life......

As for Zuo Yi behind him, his heart was even more turbulent, and he felt like he was beeping a dog.

Yan Thirteen!

This young swordsman is most likely Yan Thirteen in his youth!

That sword is very similar to the legendary bone poison sword.

Kernima, what the hell is going on?

Yan Thirteen came from the sword of the third young master of the ancient hero.

In the world he is in, the level of martial arts must be higher than that of Xiaoao Jianghu, and the martial arts world written by Gu Daxia is not the same system as Jin Daxia's martial arts world at all.

Zuo Yi suddenly realized that he seemed to have ignored something, something very crucial.

"System! You come out for me! Didn't you say that only if I become the number one in the world in this realm, will I unlock a higher world? What is going on with this Yan Thirteen now?"

System: The host does not see Yan Thirteen, but a World Seed. The World Seed's force value is limited by the current Overworld, and does not have a significant impact on the current Overworld.

Zuo Yi: "What do you mean by World Seed?"

System: Seeds will grow, they will blossom, and they will bear fruit. The time it takes for the host to intervene when unlocking new worlds in the future depends on the growth status of the seeds......

Zuo Yi realized: "I seem to understand a little. In this way, Lu Weng, Wei Zhongxian, and the Nie Ren King of the Qingcheng faction, as well as ...... My mother, they could all be the seeds of the world.

Only through these seeds can I unlock the world behind them.

But in this way, does it mean that I have lost a world option forever if I kill Lu Weng......"

System: The same world does not necessarily manifest only a seed, nor does it necessarily have a person, but may also be a thing......

Zuo Yi listened to the explanation of the system, thinking about the pros and cons in his head.

According to the system, as long as you reach the first place in the world, you can choose the world seed, unlock a certain high-martial world, and choose fusion or dungeon shuttle.

But time is ticking, and the seeds are growing.

If he unlocks early, he will be in contact with the early world, and if he unlocks it late, he will be in the later world, and the gap between them will naturally be outrageous.

This is like the Fengyun world where King Nie Ren is located, if it is unlocked now, it will be the early stage of Fengyun.

In addition to a few old monsters such as Xiao Sanxiao and Emperor Shitian, the famous characters in the later period are still a group of weak people, and the teenage Nie Ren Wang can be beaten with one hand, and the male tyrant may be playing with mud.

But if he goes in a few decades, let alone King Nie, I'm afraid he won't even be able to beat Nie Feng, the son of King Nie.

After all, the gap between the force value of the Smiling Proud World and the Fengyun World is too big, and the growth rate is naturally different.

This Nima's ...... Good egg pain!

A sense of urgency arises.

Zuo Yi suddenly found that his time may not be really rich, the seeds of the world are growing, but he doesn't even play with the world.

No, we have to hurry up later......

There's no time to think too much about it right now.

That guy who is suspected of being Yan Thirteen, and the battle with Lin Pingzhi is already on the verge of breaking out, and the atmosphere is unprecedentedly tense......