This middle-aged man was very upright, and he couldn't see his face clearly, but Liu Jian was very sure that it was the four elders in front of him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Maybe it was the back of the four elders when they were young.

Tall, mountain-like, it gives people an infinite sense of security.

Countless swords shot from high in the sky, like a rain of swords, dense and not thrown into the wind, random one, all of them seemed to carry a fierce sword intent, as if they could open the sky and split the earth, any mountain, can be melted, can be split.

Liu Jian was also like being in that ancient Xiuzhen battlefield, the sword rain was hot, making him sweat like rain, but his heart was extremely calm.

He was standing behind the middle-aged man, calm, not worried that these sword rains would melt him directly.

That sense of security, indescribable, unclear, but real.

The middle-aged man carried his hands behind his back, with a thick pride in the corners of his eyes, and let the sword rain fall in the sky.

The rain of swords grew faster and faster, and in the blink of an eye, they all gathered above his head, covering the sky and the sun, completely covering the sky, a blood-red color, like countless fiery clouds rolling up in the sky, and the whole world seemed to be in a volcanic furnace.

Heaven and earth changed color, but the middle-aged man was still calm, between his eyebrows, there was still a thick disdain and pride, as if these countless powerful sword rain were insignificant in his eyes, like a child's toy.

He still didn't move, but a momentum suddenly poured out from his body, and in just an instant, his momentum climbed steadily, and a shocking sword intent appeared.

He stood there, still alone, but like a peerless sword.

The sword intent was like a wild beast, looking at these sword rains in the sky, just like looking at a group of weak beasts.

And at this moment, the most amazing scene appeared.

Countless sword rains suddenly stopped in the air, and it seemed that they were particularly jealous and afraid of the man, and they stayed in mid-air and did not fall again.

It is said that it is a rain of swords, naturally there are many swords, and there are countless swords, but there is no sword, and they dare to cross the thunder pool.

Suddenly, the sword rain hanging in the air, the spark that lost its tail, began to tremble in mid-air, like living beings, with spirituality, they seemed to be driven by their master, but they cowered and did not dare to move forward.

So, the sword rain became much clearer, the sky returned to clearness, and the air was filled with the smell of blood, fishy, salty.

The sword rain lost the sparks in the tail, and their power was sharply reduced, and they trembled even more violently, as if they had spiritual intelligence, and their hearts were fiercely fighting and tangled.

One of the swords suddenly let out a sharp roar, as if it couldn't hold on any longer, and stabbed at the middle-aged man in the head quickly, the speed was extremely fast, and it brought a whistling sound all the way, like a horn on the battlefield.

The owner of this sword should have cultivated quite high, and under its leadership, dozens of swords began to roar, like a group of fierce ghosts, howling, and shooting towards the middle-aged man together.

But more swords, still trembling in the air, were reluctant to step forward.

The middle-aged man laughed wildly, and a small fiery red sword came out of his heavenly spirit, this small sword, only more than a foot long, was red all over his body, and it was still steaming.

It didn't drag its red tail like a rain of swords in the sky, but as soon as it appeared, the sky was reflected red.

Among the dozens of swords rushing towards the face, several of them were quite atmospheric and strange, some were as wide as a door panel, some were more than two meters long, and even curved like a snake, and one was like an open fan blade......

All the swords, in front of this little red sword, suddenly appear overshadowed, and it is easy to be ignored.

It seems that between heaven and earth, there is only this little red sword.

The small red sword brought up countless heaven and earth vitality, and it seemed to carry the power of heaven, staying more than a foot above the man's head.

The man squinted and smiled contemptuously.

The little red sword, still like a desolate divine beast, also looked at the sword rain that was galloping in the sky with contempt.

The rain of swords got closer and closer, but it also became slower and slower, and finally stopped in the sky more than ten meters away, and all the swords trembled and screamed, like a wail before death, and as if they were begging for mercy.

But the little red sword suddenly let out a scream, like a phoenix, and flew out from the top of the man's head, castrating like electricity, bringing up a cloud of red mist, and rushed towards the sword rain in an instant.

The two sides did not make contact, and there were still a few meters apart, and the group of swords that dared to rush to kill suddenly began to emit restlessness.

A sword broke.

The other sword was also broken.

Then, more and more swords, as the little red sword approached, began to break.

Dozens of swords that were extremely famous in the world, as if they had met a nemesis, began to break from them, and then shattered, and finally when the little red sword approached, the sword rain had disappeared.

Dozens of swords, none of them could be completely dropped, all of them shattered into a piece of powder in mid-air, a burst of red mist rose between heaven and earth, and there was a gust of wind, and countless powders disappeared between heaven and earth, like these famous swords, which never appeared at all.

In a distant, unknown place, there were countless screams, which meant that countless famous sword cultivators had returned to the sea of stars at this moment.

In the sky, there were at least a thousand swords, and those swords, seeing their companions disappear in the heavens and the earth, seemed to have been shaken, and they no longer trembled, as if they had forgotten to do any struggle.

The small red sword remained in the air, and the tip of the sword pointed at the sword rain in the sky, eager to try, ready to move, as if waiting for the next order.

The battle just now was too simple, and it seemed to be unfinished for it.

It was infinitely eager to continue the fight and began to tremble violently, as if the battle just now was just an appetizer that had not fed it at all.

Liu Jian looked at the middle-aged man, drunk and infatuated, and infinite reverence surged in his heart.

He has been obsessed with swords all his life, and he has a deep affection for swords, and is known as a swordsman, but at this time he knows that he is a layman at all, and deep down, he seems to be vague and has some feelings, but he can't figure it out.

The middle-aged man suddenly turned his head and glanced at Liu Jian, with pride in his eyes, and then he waved his hand, and the red sword in the air screamed crisply, like a heavenly phoenix out of prison, screaming and flying towards the sword rain.

There were more than a thousand famous swords in the air, but at this time, they were panicked, and dozens of swords rushed up tremblingly, but like the famous swords that fell before, they had already turned into powder before they came into contact with the small red swords.

In the unknown sky, screams were heard again.

This means that more sword cultivators will die here.

The rest of the sword rain finally lost its fighting spirit, surged away like a tide, turned the sword body, and flew towards the sky.

Each sword represents a sword cultivator, and countless swords began to retreat, faster than when they came, dragging their red tails, but there was no sense of grandeur, and they retreated without discipline, like a lost dog, embarrassed.

But the little red sword didn't seem to be ready to stop there, and suddenly chirped, as if it was enraged, and disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a rainbow appeared in the distance.

Actually, it shouldn't be called a rainbow because it's red, and it doesn't have many colors, just a pure red.

It was about a few miles wide and infinitely long, and it couldn't be seen how long it was, and it suddenly appeared in the sky, completely blocking all the way of the sword rain.

The swords that rushed to the front seemed to have crashed into the most terrifying high-temperature furnace in the world, and as soon as they touched the red rainbow, they disappeared, leaving only a mist in the air.

It is clear that these swords were melted directly.

In an unknown place, the wail of Jian Xiu was heard again.

The red rainbow did not stop in place, but at a fairly fast speed, it rushed towards the sword rain.

As a result, the sword that had fled the fastest just now disappeared the faster it disappeared.

There are thousands of famous swords, and in the blink of an eye, less than half of them remain.

The rainbow was still approaching, and more and more swords began to scatter and flee.

That rainbow was naturally the middle-aged man's small red sword, and at this time, you were furious, and in the blink of an eye, it shrank countless times.

But being smaller means more flexible and faster.

The small red sword, rushing back and forth in the air, because the speed is too fast, between heaven and earth, only countless criss-crossing red lines are left, as if cutting heaven and earth, as long as they encounter these red lines, those sword rain will disappear for no reason.

Every time the sword disappeared, a scream came from far away from the sky, the sound was not loud, but it seemed to sound in Liu Jian's heart, and it could be heard clearly.

With just a bowl of tea, the sword rain in the sky was almost swept away, but in the end, dozens of swords finally disappeared into the sky, like a fresh net, and disappeared in an instant.

The small red sword galloped in, and finally stopped above the middle-aged man's head, and then slowly fell, entering through his heavenly spirit cover, and disappeared without a trace.

The sky seemed to be raining, the sky was full of dust, and the air was filled with the smell of coke and iron filings, some bitter and some pungent.

The middle-aged man fought thousands of sword cultivators with his own strength, and it ended with a complete victory.

This really made Liu Jianzhu dumbfounded, and he almost couldn't believe his eyes.

But he knew that this was true, because he saw this miracle happen with his own eyes.

The middle-aged man didn't look at him again, walked towards the sky, stepped over countless corpses and flesh, and walked into the world in just one step, his figure slowly faded, and finally became invisible.

Liu Jian stood in place, quietly looking at the heaven and earth.

Heaven and earth began to change color, from the original gloomy, began to become darker, and soon, the sky and the earth were pitch black.

At this time, Liu Jian was still standing in the stone house, not going anywhere, his eyes were round and open, looking at the four elders opposite.

The eyes of the four elders were closed, but the whole person was still like a sword, a peerless sword, with invincible sword intent.

He opened his eyes and glanced at Liu Jian, who woke up with a startled spirit.

Looking at the four elders in front of him, Liu Jian seemed to be looking at the strongest middle-aged man, his eyes were a little dazed, but he realized something.

"This sword, leave it to you."

The fourth elder spread out his hand, and a small sword more than three inches long lay quietly in the palm of his hand, the body of the sword faintly glowing red, exactly the same as the sword that Liu Jian had seen before.

Suddenly, his face changed drastically.