Since that most outstanding disciple completed the feat of controlling twenty-nine flying swords, in the hundreds of years that followed, no disciple was able to break through, but Zhao Xiadong did not expect that just today, at this moment, right in front of his eyes, a non-sect disciple who was too young to speak would break this record that had been held for hundreds of years!

Elder Zhao Xiadong's eyes lit up with excitement, Jiang Ning was at such a young age, under the cultivation of only the middle stage of Jindan, he could control thirty flying swords, and his potential was much greater than that outstanding disciple back then, then, if time passed, Jiang Ning might not be able to control all the small flying swords...... Wait! Holy, what did I see!

Originally, Zhao Xiadong thought that Jiang Ning could control thirty flying swords, and he had already reached the limit, and he was thinking about how to cultivate Jiang Ning, so that he could best control all the flying swords, and recreate the glory of the predecessor of their Luofu Mountain before, at this time, his old eyes were shocked to find that on the ground, among the only six small flying swords, there was actually another flying one!

Jiang Ning also ...... Still have energy?

At this time, for Zhao Xiadong, the scene he saw in front of him, he felt that it was a bit inappropriate to describe it with the word 'shocking', which was ...... Jiang Ning, the soul power of this kid, how can he be so strong, the thirty-first flying sword, it is already the thirty-first flying sword!

Watching the thirty-first flying sword slowly rise from the ground into the air, come to the next row, and arrange in formation, Zhao Xiadong's hand with a gray beard was already trembling slightly, how many years, how many years, how many years, his Yuan Infant Great Cultivator didn't experience this kind of situation that made his arms tremble with excitement?

Zhao Xiadong didn't remember it anymore, but at this moment, he only knew that his old heart, which had been silent for many years, was beating strongly, and his old hand, which had already felt a little dry, couldn't help but tremble in this powerful beat. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Under Zhao Xiadong's agitated mood, the thirty-first flying sword flew smoothly to the end of the sword array, numbered and seated, and then, on the ground, the thirty-second flying sword flew up again!

WhewW......

When the thirty-second flying sword flew up, it was already five or six hundred years old, and the breathing of Elder Zhao Xiadong, who existed as a great cultivator in the Yuan Infant Stage, was actually heavy.

You must know that for cultivators, the breathing and exhalation on weekdays are extremely rhythmic and extremely slight, and a great cultivator like him is even stronger, their breathing is even lighter, and even, ordinary immortal cultivators can't feel the existence, but in this case, Elder Zhao Xiadong actually gasped heavily, which would definitely shock the old brothers and disciples who knew him.

However, Elder Zhao Xiadong's heavy breathing became heavy the moment the thirty-second flying sword flew up.

When Jiang Ning controlled the thirty-third flying sword to fly, the blood flow speed of Elder Zhao Xiadong's whole body was a few points faster!

When the thirty-fourth flying sword flew up, Elder Zhao Xiadong's withered old hand couldn't help but clench it!

When the thirty-fifth flying sword flew up, Elder Zhao Xiadong even shuddered and pulled off several of his beloved beautiful beards under his chin, but he seemed to be unconscious, a pair of old eyes still looked straight at the flying unhappy, but extremely determined little flying sword!

The thirty-fifth flying sword is in place!

When the flying sword flew into the air in the last row of the rows of small flying sword teams neatly arranged there, in the penultimate position, Elder Zhao Xiadong couldn't help but let out a loud shout in his heart.

Because he didn't dare to alarm Jiang Ning, although Zhao Xiadong was extremely excited now, he could only scream fiercely in his heart to choke this old man.

Hurry up, hurry up and control the thirty-sixth flying sword! Hurry, hurry, I can't wait! Jiang Ning, you kid, let me feast my eyes!

At this time, Elder Zhao Xiadong was like a child who saw another child playing an 'arcade game' and had already defeated eleven bosses, and he was about to clear the last one.

However, the more Zhao Xiadong thought about it in his heart, the more Jiang Ning didn't get the last flying sword into the sky, which couldn't help but make Zhao Xiadong want to remind Jiang Ning to quickly control the last flying sword.

In the previous time, Zhao Xiadong always thought that this was Jiang Ning's limit, this was Jiang Ning's limit, and he would definitely not let the next flying sword fly, he had always thought so, however, Jiang Ning would break through his expectations every time, but in the end, Zhao Xiadong was already full of confidence in Jiang Ning, looking forward to the other party quickly controlling the last flying sword, but Jiang Ning did not move here......

Although the time was only silent for a few seconds, in the feeling of Zhao Xiadong, an eager person, it seemed as if a century had passed.

Boy, you're going to hurry up and control you? What's wrong? Your soul is at its limit? Don't you drop the chain at a critical moment?

After waiting for a while, still seeing the last flying sword flying into the air, Zhao Xiadong couldn't help but roar and moved his gaze from the last flying sword on the ground to Jiang Ning's face, he wanted to see if this kid had reached the limit and couldn't control the last flying sword at all.

However, when he looked at it, he was stunned all of a sudden, only to see that Jiang Ning, who originally thought that he should be looking at the little flying sword and concentrating on dealing with the flying sword, was actually looking straight at a place in the room, and at the same time, there was a look of reproach in his eyes.

"Xiao Huang, if you dare to drill around again, I'll cook you and eat the soup when I go back!"

Jiang Ning's subsequent words, and when Zhao Xiadong saw that Jiang Ning's eyes were around, the golden dragon that was about to swim in a weapon rack, he almost fainted, Nima, Jiang Ning, are you in the process of completing a great feat, okay? Please have a proper posture, okay? You are the one who is going to control the thirty-sixth flying sword, what are you talking about with a spirit beast! If you are distracted, those flying swords fall, you will be counted as mine?