Sword Shirulai, referred to as Jianlai.

With this roar, the iron sword in his hand trembled wildly.

Buzz, buzz......

The blade of the sword was constantly cutting through the air in the high-frequency vibration, making a cheerful and clear whistling sound, just like a groom who was about to marry his wife, and he was overjoyed and eager to shoot out.

At this time, in the middle of the crowd of people in the audience, a slight sword roar suddenly sounded, echoing it from afar.

Two ......

Three ......

In the silent square, countless crisp cheers gradually sounded, as if the moment the door of the private school was opened, a sharp sword like a vigorous young man, his heart was sharp, and he trembled eagerly at the same time, wanting to break out of the sheath!

Ten thousand swords in unison!

What's more, even the sword in Fang Rong's hand was also violently trembling, as if he had received the inspiration of the sword on the other side, and was ready to abandon Fang Rong and turn against him!

I don't know if it was due to panic, or because of the saber, including Fang Rong, the bodies of the people in the audience trembled, and they all had a premonition in their minds that the next scene would happen.

Ren Zhen raised his hand, a sword to the sky!

His powerful divine intent poured into the sword body, and the human sword became one, and then burst out with a wave of arrogance and incomparable waves, hitting the whole audience like a tide.

Whizzing!

The next moment, all the sharp swords in the field were unsheathed at the same time, piercing straight into the void!

They come from different people, but they have the same idea. They converge in one place, densely packed, flying parallel to each other, as if to obscure the sky.

Ten thousand swords into the sea, the air runs through Changhong!

The entire heaven and earth are filled with the sword intent of slaughter!

A sword may not be able to conquer the hearts of the unpredictable, but it is enough to make ten thousand swords worship and be willing to follow.

This sword is mighty, blooming not only with sword intent, but also with a peerless spirit that looks down on the crowd!

Everyone looked up, all of them trembling and terrified.

On the battle platform, Fang Rong was so frightened that his face was bloodless. The enemy that these tens of millions of swords are pointing at is him.

He only felt that his scalp was numb, his mind was blank, he didn't have to think about it at all, and he knew that he would definitely not be able to take this sword.

In the face of the monstrous ten thousand swords, he even thought extremely absurdly, "He is right, Bi Sheng is luckier than me, at least he will not be pierced by ten thousand swords, and the hole will shoot out a thousand holes!" ”

Ren Zhenzhen waved his sword, and ten thousand swords turned into dragons. The surging sword tide surged, and the sharp roar broke through the air, carrying the terrifying might, pressing towards the sky above the battle platform.

It was as if a black cloud was pressing down on the city, and the heavens and the earth were suddenly darkened.

This scene is shocking, just like that night, the stars are falling in the sky, the waves are magnificent, magnificent, and the atmosphere is extremely grand.

Those thousands of stars were attracted by Ren Zhenwu's sword.

This sword is derived from the starfall vision.

Ten thousand swords were about to fall, and Fang Rong closed his eyes in despair. Unless it is the patriarch of the sect who makes a move, he will definitely die on his own.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

In the cold wind, a crisp cracking sound sounded.

I saw that the iron sword in Ren Zhen's hand suddenly broke into countless fragments and scattered all over the ground.

This caught everyone by surprise, and they almost dropped their jaws, "At the critical moment, his sword was broken!" ”

The army of iron swords above the sky suddenly lost control, turned into a pile of iron pieces again, and fell down towards the crowd below.

The magnificent sword momentum disappeared in an instant, and it was gone.

The audience was in chaos, screaming and scattering to escape.

Cui Mingjiu stood in the crowd, so angry that he beat his chest and wanted to cry, "blame me, give you a broken sword!" ”

Even if it is supported for a while, ten thousand swords will rain down, killing Fang Rong, this sword will not be dishonored, and if it is destroyed, it will be ruined. Dropping the chain at the critical moment made him excited for a long time, this is a sinkhole!

It's like a little couple rolling the sheets, doing enough work in foreplay, and the daughter-in-law is preparing for a big fight, but you suddenly come to me with a faint sentence, I can't do it. Are you angry?

He stomped his feet suddenly, like a mourner, wanting to cry without tears, "It's so annoying!" ”

On the battle platform, the desperate Fang Rong waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the ten thousand swords to pierce his heart, and when he opened his eyes and saw the broken sword fragment, he was overjoyed, and he almost burst into tears.

"Heaven will not kill me! Heaven will not kill me! ”

He looked up to the sky and laughed, stared at Ren Zhen condescendingly, and shouted wildly: "Aren't you very strong just now? Come on, come and kill me! ”

Ren Zhen threw away the hilt of the sword in his hand and sighed helplessly, "God, what kind of routine are you!" Is it interesting to play tricks on me? ”

Although he complains about the sky, he understands the reason in his heart.

Sword Ten is too strong and domineering, and it needs to release an extremely powerful divine will in order to be able to dominate ten thousand swords, and the momentum is like a rainbow. After stepping into the divine realm, with his perverted talent, there is no problem at all to cast this sword.

But there was something wrong with that sword.

How can an ordinary iron sword withstand such a huge oppressive force, it is mediocre and fragile, overwhelmed by heavy responsibilities, and it is born without the destiny of the sword head to dominate the world. Let it conquer ten thousand swords, it is indeed to drive ducks to the shelves, it is too strong and it is difficult.

It was only now that he realized how lucky he was to own a famous sword.

Only with a famous sword in hand can you reproduce the power of the sword just now.

He immediately thought of the jug of wine, but shook his head, "In public, if you take it out, the drunkard will definitely come to take my life." Forget it, let's use another sword! ”

So, he ignored Fang Rong, who had fallen into madness, and raised his hand to reach out to the void.

"Here comes the sword!"

Another sword came.

……

Out of Xiu Peak.

The wine was spilled all over the floor.

Sui Dongshan was drunk, lying on the broken grass mat, crossing Erlang's legs, and muttering indiscriminately, "There is a sword in the east, a sword in the west, and a academy in the east, west, north and south." There are civil and military forces up and down the mountain, and they have been confused for 800 years......"

Thinking of this, he blushed and smiled.

"Stuff...... What are you? ”

There was no one around, there was nothing to say, and there was only a dead silence in response to him.

He was a little thirsty, and wanted to reach out to grab the gourd on the ground, but the wine was strong, and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

When he got up, he was stunned that a big tooth had been knocked out, and blood was spilling from his mouth.

At this time, he was furious, picked up the Cangliu sword inserted in the ground, and danced wildly. After a while, he was so tired that he was panting, still breathless, waved his sword and pointed at the Guiyun Pavilion in front of him, and scolded.

"Rebels and thieves! You hate him, but you are reluctant to throw away his things, what are you! ”

"A broken tower, you would rather stay for ten years, haha, do you think I can't see through your mind?"

"If you don't hate him, I'm ...... Hey, do I hate him? ”

Even if there were people at this moment, it would be difficult to understand the drunkard's drunken words.

Most of those who can understand are already dead.

He scolded for a long time, feeling more and more bored, casually threw away the famous sword, and prepared to lie down and sleep.

At this time, the heavens and the earth changed color.

The entire Izuku Peak shuddered violently, and he fell to the ground again.

The "broken tower" in his mouth suddenly had spirituality, as if it had come to life, and he shuddered, and began to shrink sharply, and the black paint also peeled off.

With a whoosh, it soared into the sky, turned into a streamer, and broke through the clouds.

Seeing this, Sui Dongshan suddenly woke up most of the time, staring at the light and shadow in a daze, with a blank face.

……

From now on, there will be no return to the Cloud Pavilion.

The Earth Slayer reappeared.

The real sword is coming!