"A sword across the sky and the three realms of autumn. ”

"Cut off the blood of eternity like silk!"

On the Jinluan Treasure Palace, there was a sudden melodious sound of reading poetry.

Thousands of eyes gathered.

No one expected that this person who was at the juncture of life and death, and who still had the leisure to read poetry, turned out to be Wang Yi!

"Stinky boy, why don't you go quickly! Do you think you're me? Just read a poem and impress others?"

What the?

Why is it not good to learn, but to learn from the old man to pretend to be forced?

Fifth Feng glanced at Wang Yi and was very anxious.

"Seniors, don't panic, dreams are always there, what if they come true?"

Wang Yi smiled slightly, and the last two angry verses were connected, "Kowloon gathers together, and you don't have to worry when I am not dead!"

Hiss –

The audience gasped.

This poem was written by the magic sword.

It can be described as a high-end atmosphere and a high grade, which makes everyone feel refreshed when they listen to it.

It seems that there really is a divine sword that has traveled through the ages, come to them, kill everything, and protect them for this life!

The Jinluan Treasure Palace, which was originally full of mourning, suddenly became calm and tranquil after Wang Yi's poem was exported.

"Wang Yi, you jumping clown, don't want to think about how to take care of your own affairs, what do you do when you jump out?"

Lu Linfeng looked confused, and he was also confused by Wang Yi's sudden non-mainstream behavior.

If you are handsome and can recite poetry, this young master will not kill you?

I thought about it.

He seemed to understand something, suddenly smiled, and sneered, "Understood! This young master has heard that he has the power of the Divine Power Realm, and can chant poetry and condense supreme supernatural powers, become a poem in seven steps, and kill people in ten steps, Wang Yi, is it possible that you will too?"

"Do you want to kill the young master, or do you want to scare the young master?"

"Kill you, are you worthy of the master?"

Wang Yi snorted back, looked at the Han Yan Spirit Sword in Lu Linfeng's hand, and shouted, "Han Yan listens to the order, I am the ancestor of the Sword Ancestor, and my order is equivalent to the order of the Sword Ancestor, quickly kill this son!"

This poem.

That is, the spell of the magic sword.

Airplanes!

As soon as the spell and the command came out.

The "Cold Cantile Spirit Sword" in Lu Linfeng's hand shook violently, and the Dragon Sword Spirit also looked at Wang Yi in horror, snorted, and retracted into the sword body!

This poem is all too familiar!

Through the rolling red dust, through the ages, it directly brought the memories of the dragon sword spirit to the distant primeval god realm.

Then.

It is nothing more than a gem, set on a guardian sword, and follows the sword in all directions, and the glory is unparalleled.

And this poem is the signal of the Sword Ancestor's attack!

Actually, this is all secondary.

The most important thing is that on Wang Yi's body, the Han Claw Spirit Sword felt an extremely familiar and terrifying sword ancestor aura!

The magic sword descended, recognizing Wang Yi as the master.

He is branded with the temperament of the magic sword, and as a pendant on the magic sword, he can naturally feel it keenly.

"What is the origin of this person?"

"Why does he know the Sword Ancestor's command poems?"

"Why does he have the powerful aura of the Sword Ancestor on him?"

"Could it be that he is really the new master of the Sword Ancestor?"

Han Lingjian, his heart is constantly thinking.

But in any case, it didn't dare to take this risk and question the sword ancestor's command poems and Wang Yi's identity as the "new master"!

Back then, the Sword Ancestor set the rules.

As soon as the poem comes out, kill thousands of miles, and don't look back!

If this person was really the new master of the Sword Ancestor, it dared to question it, and the consequences of waiting for it were far more serious than killing Lu Linfeng.

Again.

As a jewel on a divine sword, it has long had enough of being condescended to a small sect in the mortal world like Qingyunmen over the years!

Even if the young man in front of him is not the owner of the Sword Ancestor, he is at least related to the Sword Ancestor, and he can find out the whereabouts of the Sword Ancestor through him.

That's it.

With a "buzz" of the Han Yan Spirit Sword, it broke free from Lu Linfeng's hands and levitated in front of Wang Yi.

The dragon sword spirit flew up and down, looked at Wang Yi, and said, "Wang Yi, you do have some secrets of the Sword Ancestor on you, but this is not enough to make me obey your words. ”

"It's better to do this, I'll subdue Lu Linfeng for you first, and when you prove your relationship with the Sword Ancestor, I will not only kill this son for you, but also be willing to recognize you as the ancestor of the Sword Ancestor, and go to the soup to fight the fire, how about it?"

"Haha, it seems that you are a sword spirit with an IQ online, and I have no opinion on your proposal!"

Wang Yi stood with his hands in his hands and smiled faintly at the Han Yan Spirit Sword.

Proving the relationship is simple.

Just bring the cold cockroach back to the One Sword Sect and let it see the Demon Sword Ah Yue, and everything will be clear!

As for whether to subdue Lu Linfeng or kill Lu Linfeng.

Tell the truth.

Wang Yi really doesn't care about the life and death of this ant, no matter what, it can't threaten himself.

"Good!"

Airplanes!

Han Lingjian and Wang Yi reached an agreement, and the sword blade turned and aimed at Lu Linfeng.

"What?"

"What the hell are you talking about, why can't I understand?"

"Han Yan, you dare to betray this young master, aren't you afraid that the ancestor of Qingyunmen will come and turn you into a pile of scrap iron?"

Lu Linfeng was scared to pee!

He couldn't figure it out anyway, Wang Yi wrote a poem, a few words, and let the guardian spirit sword given to him by the patriarch of Qingyunmen directly reverse the water!

Wang Yi also claimed to be the "ancestor of the sword ancestor".

Such a person who has not held a sword in his hand, and has never even seen a sword move, what kind of "Sword Ancestor" will he be?"

How can he be able to command the cold mantle?

10,000 questions in my head.

But the Cold Mantis Spirit Sword wouldn't have explained so much to him at all!

Bang!

The sword qi erupted, and the cold sword slashed towards Lu Linfeng cleanly.

"Bastard!"

Lu Linfeng was terrified and fought against him, but the cold sword spirit instantly froze him into an ice sculpture with a bite of extreme ice and fire, and erected it on top of the Jinluan Treasure Palace, unable to move!

The power of the Cold Claw Spirit Sword is comparable to the Eight or Nine Heavens of the "Divine Power Realm"!

Only the head of Qingyunmen, the patriarch of Qingyunmen, can surrender.

Lu Linfeng was just a little brother in front of it.

Among the ice sculptures.

Lu Linfeng opened his mouth, his eyes were wide open, and he was still in a state of confusion.

The young master of the dignified Qingyun Gate.

I never thought that one day, I would be suppressed by my own guardian spirit sword, and from now on, I am afraid that this joke about him will be spread throughout the Zhongzhou region!

"Stinky boy!"

"I didn't expect you to have some relationship with this Cold Cockroach Spirit Sword, what the hell is going on?"

Fifth Feng looked at all this, and he was also confused.

I'm afraid this kid hasn't been to Qingyunmen, why do you know this Cold Cockroach Spirit Sword, and can still command it?

"Tell me about it!"

Fifth Feng jumped over and grabbed Wang Yi's arm with one hand, causing his mouth to crack in pain.

"Grandpa Huang, Master is a god-like figure!"

Then.

Fifth Condensation came over, broke Fifth Feng's hand, and said, "Grandpa Huang, don't ask, how can ordinary people know the secret of God casually?"

Hiss –

Wang Yi stroked his shoulder, gasped, and looked at the Fifth Frost gratefully.

Thank you for the siege!

With such a bright disciple of Bingxue, he is full of happiness!

"Okay, the old man won't ask!"

The fifth maple snorted haha.

God?!

The god of fart!

Don't you know the old man who is left?

His gambler's virtue, his Bombing Gang, if he can really teach a god, there will be a ghost!

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