The sloppy middle-aged man hurriedly fled after snatching the Thunder Sword Soul, and all six people behind him chased after him.

The corners of his mouth curled, not worried at all, he glanced at the Thunder Sword Soul in his hand, and felt that this trip was worth it.

"Hehe, let me see how powerful this Thunder Sword Soul is!"

"Don't you want to chase me, I'll kill you with my sword soul later, don't blame me!"

The sloppy middle-aged man turned around and stopped his figure directly in mid-air.

As soon as he turned around, he held the Thunder Sword Soul in his hand, and faced the six people who attacked, shouting: "Take you to sacrifice the Thunder Sword Soul in my hand!"

The six people who chased after him saw the Thunder Sword Soul appearing in his hand, and all of them stopped in an instant.

They are not stupid, the Thunder Sword Soul is an artifact, even if only the Sword Soul is left, the power must be extremely strong.

When the six of them saw it, they immediately wanted to escape.

No one wants to be killed by the Thunder Sword Soul.

But.

Where will the sloppy middle-aged man give them a chance, swing a sword.

"Run!" the six people around them cried and shouted to run away.

The sloppy middle-aged man's face was full of excited smiles, and he wanted to take a good look at what it was like for this group of people to die under the Thunder Sword Soul.

Sword out.

Accompanied by a huge aura.

Unexpectedly, at this time, the sloppy middle-aged man felt that his supported thunder sword soul was disintegrating.

After taking a closer look, he found that the Thunder Sword Soul in his hand could not withstand the strength of the aura under the infusion of aura, and instantly disintegrated and dissipated.

In his hands, there was nothing left.

"What about the sword soul?" the sloppy middle-aged man looked confused, unable to understand the current situation.

The Thunder Sword Soul that was finally snatched dissipated all of a sudden.

"Fake?"

A sloppy middle-aged man suddenly had an idea in his heart.

This scene was seen by the other six people.

When the Thunder Sword Soul dissipated, they saw the situation of the escape of the spiritual energy clearly.

They were completely sure that the sloppy middle-aged man did not hide the Thunder Sword Soul, but was overwhelmed by the aura when he used it.

They couldn't believe that the soul of the Excalibur in the legend was so fragile?

"Could it be that this sword soul is fake?" someone muttered.

Everyone is a dragon powerhouse, and the muttering sound can be heard even anymore.

Moment.

Someone reacted and flew back.

Since the thunder sword soul in the hands of the sloppy middle-aged man is fake.

Then there is only one possibility.

The Thunder Sword Soul is still in Di Feng's hands!

At that time, there were still two people left who didn't catch up, so they could already see it!

"Damn! I'm going to kill that bastard!" the sloppy middle-aged man rushed back in an instant.

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Forest when Zheng

Di Feng said with a frightened face: "I really don't know, mine is the truth, the Thunder Sword Soul was really given to me by Su Chen, and he left after giving it to him, I didn't force him to read it at all." ”

"It seems that if I don't do it to you, you won't die. ”

"Don't don't, I really don't know, don't do it, don't ......"

Wu Zhonghe was planning to do it.

Qi Sheng persuaded on the side: "Wait a minute." ”

Wu Zhonghe looked at Qi Sheng with a puzzled look in his eyes.

Qi Sheng smiled: "I think he's telling the truth." ”

Wu Zhonghe frowned and said, "How do you know that he is telling the truth?"

Qi Sheng said: "Simple, do you see if there is a thunder sword soul in his body?"

Wu Zhonghe didn't understand what this meant, and said, "What do you mean by this? He had already handed over the Thunder Sword Soul just now, of course he didn't have it anymore." ”

Qi Sheng smiled: "That's right." ”

Wu Zhonghe looked confused: "What's right, what did you mean by what you just said? Why do you want me to see if there is still a Thunder Sword Soul in his body?"

Qi Sheng pretended to be mysterious: "You'll know later." ”

"Wait a minute, wait for what......

Just as Wu Zhonghe wanted to ask clearly, he suddenly noticed that the Six Dao Transformation Dragon Breath, which had long been far away, had once again appeared nearby, and they were coming towards this side at an extremely fast speed, which was unbelievable.

Wu Zhonghe looked at Qi Sheng, who was smiling, with deep eyes, thinking to himself that this young guy expected those six people to come back?

At this moment, Di Feng was almost scared to death.

Because he felt the breath of the six dragon powerhouses, all of them were locked on his body.

"Help, save me, they're coming to kill me!" Di Feng looked at Wu Zhonghe and knelt directly on Lin for help.

Wu Zhonghe looked at the sky in surprise.

I saw that the sloppy middle-aged man bore the brunt of it, appearing in their sight, and the aura on his body exploded, as if the purpose of coming down was to kill Di Feng.

Wu Zhonghe frowned, he hadn't even asked about Su Chen's situation, how could he let this group of people kill Di Feng.

Immediately, the long sword in his hand was horizontal.

Airplanes!

The sound of the sword roared appeared, and the sword domain unfolded, stabbing directly.

"Ten thousand swords!" In an instant, countless long swords appeared in the surrounding sword domain, aiming at the six people in the sky.

"Bastard, dare to stop me!" the sloppy middle-aged man roared angrily and slapped it down.

Ten thousand swords collided with the huge palm.

The odds are evenly matched, and it's hard to tell the winner.

The surrounding woods were flattened by these two attacks in an instant, dozens of trees fell in a hurry, and the field of vision suddenly widened.

The sloppy middle-aged man landed with six other people.

Someone shouted: "Get out of the way, the Thunder Sword Soul that this man gave just now is fake! Hurry up and hand over the real one!"

The sloppy middle-aged man said angrily: "Rabbit cub, I think you are impatient, fool your grandfather and me with a fake!"

Di Feng panicked, and hurriedly explained: "No, what I took out is true, I didn't lie to you......"

"Fake? What you gave them was fake?" Wu Zhonghe was stunned for a moment after asking this, and instantly thought of what Qi Sheng reminded him just now.

"No, what I gave them must be true. Dilvon was convinced that what he had given was true.

Wu Zhonghe hurriedly checked Di Feng's body, and there was indeed no rest of the Thunder Sword Soul.

"You fart! What you just gave us is fake, and it must be in your hands! Wu Zhonghe, you don't get involved in the matter of the Thunder Sword Soul, hand him over to us. Someone shouted.

The sloppy middle-aged man said: "The surname is Wu, hurry up and hand over this bastard, Lao Tzu will crush him!"

Wu Zhonghe said calmly: "I checked it just now, there is no Thunder Sword Soul in his body, what I gave you just now should be true." ”

The sloppy middle-aged man laughed: "What the hell are you talking about! Is it true or false, Lao Tzu came out just now! The surname is Wu, you won't swallow the real thing." ”

Wu Zhonghe frowned: "I swore that I would not move the Thunder Sword Soul, and my Wu family will never lie." ”

The sloppy middle-aged man sneered: "I see you're lying now." ”

Wu Zhonghe tightened the sword in his hand, wanting to kill this sloppy bastard.

"Ahem, wait, wait, everyone, can you listen to me?" Qi Sheng walked out with a smile.

The sloppy middle-aged man looked at Qi Sheng and said, "Okay, I see that you are very pleasing to the eye, and your strength is not bad, hurry up." ”

Qi Sheng said: "I think, the Thunder Sword Soul should have been destroyed by you." ”

The sloppy middle-aged man frowned and said angrily: "What the fuck are you putting shit!"

Qi Sheng raised his hand: "Listen to me!"

Everybody listen.