"Hey, this sword is a bit weird, it actually just relied on the strength of the body to carry the strength of my ninth rank."

"Could it be that this sword has already reached the ninth rank?"

"Then this sword is at least an artifact-level weapon."

In fact, this sword is indeed very powerful, but it is not as awesome as the old man thought.

The reason why he was able to resist the old man's black smoke tornado was mainly due to the huge blood-red murderous aura it carried.

Perhaps the strength of this sword itself is far from reaching the ninth level, but there is one aspect of it that has definitely reached this level, that is, it has killed too many people and drunk too much blood, so its own murderous aura is strong enough to resist an attack of the ninth rank.

In addition, it was secretly controlled by Pisley, so it was not too difficult to resist the old man's black smoke tornado.

However, the old man would not have only such a means, seeing that the black smoke tornado had no effect, he directly withdrew the tornado, and grabbed the figure of the blood-red long sword directly with his big hand.

The moment the big hand stretched out, an illusory big black hand also appeared in front of his fingers, exactly the same as the movement in his hand.

And when the Weeping Blood Sword saw the other party grabbing towards him, he also retracted his tornado, and then turned into a long sword again. Fly flexibly in the sky to avoid the opponent's grabs.

However, at this time, the corners of the red-haired old man's mouth were slightly hooked, because the red long sword did not notice that the traces he had grabbed before had left a faint black ash, and soon after hundreds of scratches, these inconspicuous black ashes had spread all over the sky.

At this moment, the red-haired old man suddenly shouted: "Lock! ”

As the words fell, the originally inconspicuous black smoke suddenly solidified the entire space.

And the blood-red long sword that was originally spinning around in it was also trapped in place by these black smoke in an instant.

The Weeping Blood Sword trembled violently, trying to break free from the confines of the smoke. However, after all, he had not reached the ninth rank, and how could he rely on his own strength to confront the real ninth-level powerhouse in front of him?

Seeing his Weeping Blood Sword in such a predicament at this moment, Pisley naturally couldn't stand idly by.

He flew directly with his sword and rushed towards the red-haired old man, although he had no other weapons in his hand, but he fought with the old man empty-handed.

I saw that between his fists, his strength was extremely great. He is nimble and always able to avoid the old man's sharp attacks.

This made the old man very surprised, he originally thought that the other party was a master of using a sword, but without a sword, the combat power would be greatly weakened, but at this moment, the other party was stepping on a sword, and fighting with him did not have the slightest tendency to fall behind.

Obviously, although this person is the eighth rank, he is worthy of being a former peak powerhouse with rich combat experience and knowledge.

But the ninth level is the ninth level after all, and the eighth level is only the eighth level after all.

After dozens of rounds, Peasley finally fell to the back burner.

He looked at the other bald old man staring down below, and knew that he was almost retreating.

The person in front of him is all the ninth level, and the bald old man below can basically be determined to be the ninth level.

So Pisley's right fist suddenly burst into gold, and he smashed directly into the red-haired old man's abdomen.

A sharp stream of air formed at the tip of his fist.