Above the dark clouds, the top of the sword peak.

A big hand with blurred flesh and blood grabbed a stubborn rock on the edge of the mountain, and the big hand trembled slightly, as if it was very difficult and would fall down at any time.

Suddenly, another bloody hand appeared on the edge of the mountain, and the big hand also grabbed the stones on the side. His hands rubbed up little by little, and soon, the head of a young man with a young man who was immature but full of tiredness was revealed on the edge of the mountain.

As soon as the young man kicked his feet, the whole person rubbed up, and he felt that it was difficult to breathe while pressing his chest, so he turned over, gasping for breath in the sky on his back, and his body exuded a miscellaneous smell of blood and sweat, which was extremely unpleasant.

Next to the boy's head, a long purple sword stood upright on the top of the mountain, revealing only half of its body. After the polishing of the eternal years, the purple longsword has long lost its luster and has become dull and dull.

"How does it feel?"

Not far from the purple long sword, there was an old man in a purple robe, the old man had white hair, a long hair draped over his shoulders, the purple robe fluttered lightly in the air, the fairy wind was bonely, the old man looked at Zhao Xiaochen with a smile on his face.

"It hurts!" Zhao Xiaochen grinned, his mouth sucked cold, and suddenly, boundless words spit out from Zhao Xiaochen's mouth: "Can I still go back?"

"Go back, can't!" The purple-robed old man fell silent, and then said a little heavily: "You belong here. ”

"That's ......" sighed lightly, a trace of disappointment flashed in Zhao Xiaochen's eyes, and he didn't care about what the old man said later.

Actually, Zhao Xiaochen is not a person from this world called Wuji Continent, more precisely, Zhao Xiaochen's soul does not belong to this world, he is from a blue planet called Earth. He didn't know why he was here, but when he woke up, he found himself lying in a coffin, and his body was not his own, he had occupied the body of a three-year-old child.

Later, after being adopted by an old man, he learned that he was no longer on Earth and crossed over by himself......

"Pull it up! it's yours, what the old man said back then still counts, and if you get it, you'll be the strongest." The purple-robed old man stared at Zhao Xiaochen, his eyes showing a cloud of heat.

"It?"

Zhao Xiaochen turned his head, looked at the purple long sword, turned around, and slowly got up from the ground, the wound he was pulling, making him inhale cold air frequently.

Fixed, looking at the purple long sword longingly, his heart was hot, of course he wanted to be a strong man, and he didn't have to endure the insults and bullies of others. He had waited for this day for thirteen years, but he knew that everything had a price, so he asked, "What do I need to pay?"

"Pay?" The old man in the purple robe was stunned, his eyes rolled, and he said seriously: "The old man doesn't know how many years he hasn't eaten, so let's invite the old man to eat!"

"Ahh Zhao Xiaochen's face was full of surprise, and he looked at the purple-robed old man in disbelief, and his brain couldn't turn for a while.

The purple-robed old man stood up from the ground, put his hands behind his back, looked into the distance and pretended to be profound, and said leisurely: "One meal is enough." ”

"Hehe! Then I'll pull it out. ”

Zhao Xiaochen stepped forward, tied his horse steps, grabbed the hilt of the purple long sword with both hands, and pulled it out violently, and the whole person fell backwards, he didn't expect that the purple long sword would be easily pulled up by him.

The purple long sword stabbed behind him, and Zhao Xiaochen wanted to use the long sword as a support point to support his body and prevent himself from falling to the ground. However, the sky did not agree, and the purple long sword instantly sank into the rock layer, leaving only the hilt outside, and his whole person fell to the ground with a bang, and a pain came from behind him.

Zhao Xiaochen quickly got up, scratched his head in embarrassment, and laughed dryly. Reaching out and grabbing the hilt of the sword, he gently pulled it, and the purple long sword was pulled up in its entirety.

Put the sword across his chest, the sword is three feet long, three fingers wide, and the bloodstained fingers gently caress the sword body, the long sword is simple, like ordinary iron, but it is extremely smooth, and the blade is also extremely sharp, Zhao Xiaochen loves it very much, and said lightly: "What is it called?"

"Monarch ......" the purple-robed old man sank and said lightly.

The purple long sword seemed to have a spirit, and when the old man spit out the word king, there was a sudden shock, shaking Zhao Xiaochen's hand open, and he rose into the air, and the sword body went up and down, standing in the air.

Bang bang bang......

The sword on the entire sword peak suddenly cracked, turning into countless fragments, and the fragments changed their rusty appearance, and the pieces flickered with cold light. As if he had been summoned by something, he was overwhelmingly attacking towards the top of the Sword Peak.

When the fragments flew to the top of the mountain, they turned from solid to virtual, turning into glass, like a dream. When he came to the purple King's Sword, he strangely didn't enter it, and the King's Sword suddenly made a cold light, and the purple light shone brightly.

As the iron sword fragments continued to enter, the purple sword light kept soaring, turning into a huge match, straight into the sky. The sword light was radiant and dazzling, but when all the fragments were exhausted, the sword light began to crack from below, and the crack collapsed all the way up to the apex.

Ding, with a crisp sound, the entire sword light shattered, turning into countless small points of light, flying in all directions, and finally disappeared into the sky.

The King's Sword, which had lost the blessing of the fragments, fell and floated in front of Zhao Xiaochen, waiting quietly.

Zhao Xiaochen watched all this dumbfounded, this scene came too suddenly, and he hadn't reacted yet. After a while, I came back to my senses, only to see that the King's Sword had changed its appearance, it was simple and ancient, and the entire King's Sword became crystal clear, and the cold light flowed, printing Zhao Xiaochen's face.

Raising his right hand and gently grasping the hilt of the sword, the king's sword trembled slightly, as if cheering. The corners of Zhao Xiaochen's mouth smiled slightly, he had a strange feeling, he felt that he and Jun Jian seemed to be old friends who had been separated for many years, but he clearly remembered that he hadn't seen it thirteen years ago, and if he had gone further, he hadn't seen it......

Behind him, the purple-robed old man suddenly stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhao Xiaochen, and a purple light shot directly at the back of Zhao Xiaochen's head, and after the light did not enter his head, the purple-robed old man's face showed a trace of fascination, and he muttered: "Ten Thousand Swords God Emperor, you are finally back............"