The cyan blade was full of coldness, but it provoked a group of swordsmen to take their eyes off it. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yue Wang Eight Swords!"

The innate swordsman at the head trembled his lips, looking at the words inscribed on the blade, and blurted out the words "Yue Wang Eight Swords".

However, as soon as he said this, he regretted it.

Although his voice was not loud before, none of the people around him were mediocre. Even if you can't do it and don't hear it clearly, looking at his appearance, you know that it is a good sword.

A good sword is enough to be worth the hard work of these swordsmen. What's more, it's the legendary Eight Swords of King Yue?

For a moment, the whole air seemed to freeze. It was surprisingly quiet, except for two bewildered horses, snorting from time to time.

The innate swordsman is waiting, waiting for the first greedy person to make a move. And the swordsman on the side is also waiting, to see who can't help the greed in his heart.

"Buzz!"

The crisp sound of the sword finally sounded. A swordsman who was already half-step innate finally couldn't withstand the temptation of the devil in his heart and was the first to strike.

The innate swordsman picked up the eight swords of the king of Yue in the wooden box at the fastest speed, and swung them directly at the comer.

"Dang!"

The cyan sword light slashed, with a crisp sound, with a touch of red blood, which was extremely dazzling in the sun.

The half-step innate swordsman who was still a little confident in his own strength before suddenly separated his head, and the silver sword in his hand was also broken into two.

"What a peerless sword!"

No one went back to care about a dead opponent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the spotless Eight Swords of King Yue. Even the innate swordsman himself couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Kill! Grab the sword! ”

Under the sun, the darkness of the human heart was completely exposed at this moment. Even, facing the sun, let out a smug laugh.

"When! While! While! ”

The sound of swords intersecting is endless. Every time a sword breaks, a flame of life is extinguished.

"Poof!"

Finally, when half an hour passed, this innate swordsman stabbed the eight swords of King Yue in his hand into the heart of the last enemy, and he suddenly fell to the ground after relenting.

With one enemy and ten, although he is in the early stage of congenital and has the eight swords of King Yue in his hand, those dozen swordsmen are also extraordinary. In his desperate death, he more or less left a lot of scars on his body.

"Knock, knock"

However, as soon as he lay down and took a few breaths, a steady footstep sounded again in the distance.

The innate swordsman jumped to his feet, clenched the newly acquired saber in his hand, and squinted his eyes, trying to see the person in the distance.

"Young man, this sword is not suitable for you......" A hoarse voice fell into the ears of the innate swordsman, and at this moment, the innate swordsman also saw the identity of the person who came.

An old man with gray hair, hunched back and blind, faced him with a gentle smile on his face.

"You also want to come and take the broken water from my hands?" The Innate Swordsman asked in a deep voice. At this time, he was not in a good state, and his eyes were looking around at the woods in the distance, for fear that someone would come out again.

As for the blind old man in front of him, the innate swordsman, although he would not ignore him, the image of this old man really made him unable to pay attention to it.

An old man who is blind, no matter how high his swordsmanship and profound skills are, how many threats can he have? Even if you can't beat it, can't you run?

"Huh." The old man stroked his gray beard, and the smile on his face became even stronger.

The innate swordsman sword old man ignored himself so much that he couldn't help but feel a trace of anger in his heart. After all, as a congenital master, he has the pride of being able to cross that hurdle.

"Buzz!"

The sword body trembled slightly, and the innate swordsman took advantage of the old man's defenselessness and stabbed towards the old man.

"Poof!"

The old man was still smiling, and his left hand, which was holding his beard, had not even moved. It's just that the right hand that was originally behind his back has already penetrated the heart of the innate swordsman.

A large mouthful of blood gushed out of the mouth of the innate swordsman.

The old man slowly pulled out his blood-stained fingers, and gently wiped them back and forth on the innate swordsman's clothes amid the innate swordsman's glaring gaze.

"Young man, I have said a long time ago that this sword is not suitable for you......" The old man sighed, as if an elder was teaching a junior, and slowly removed the water-breaking sword in the hand of the innate swordsman.

The old man waved the broken water in his hand back and forth a few times with satisfaction, and then looked at it carefully as if he could see the broken water.

"This sword is beautiful, isn't it?" A young voice came from behind the old man.

"Buzz!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the old man who originally showed Long Zhong's old state had already arrived in front of Yingzheng with a direct dodge.

Dense blue light, like a spider web, rushed towards Yingzheng.

However, Ying Zheng was like a leisurely walk, easily avoiding the attack of the old man.

"Little doll is good at martial arts."

Seeing that he had no choice but to win the government, and the hero had no intention of snatching the broken water, the old man also put away the broken water and returned to his original harmonious appearance again.

"If you lose your eyes, but you have a good eye, you are not bad."

Ying Zheng's words made the old man's heart sink. can see that he has trained his heart eye, and he must have not weak strength. Moreover, if it wasn't for Yingzheng opening his mouth before, he wouldn't even have discovered him.

"It's a pity that I have practiced a hole in the heart, but my eyesight has decreased a lot!" A somewhat mocking voice came from the woods again.

The old man frowned, he looked at people with his heart, and naturally he could see Han Fei and Zilan who came out of the woods at this moment.

"What do you mean?"

The old man held the hand that was cut off from the water, and he unconsciously tightened it. Although Han Fei didn't seem to have any strength, but he was able to make such a big statement, the old man believed that he always had some strength.

"Won't you know if you try it?" Han Fei shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently.

"Then little friend, be careful." The old man's tone was deep, although Han Fei's tone seemed more like a joke, but the old man obviously didn't see it that way.

"Come on......"

Before Han Fei's words fell, the old man once again carried the broken water in his hand and attacked Han Fei.

"Dang!"

The crisp sound shook the eardrum and tingled slightly. I saw that Han Fei's broken reverse scales appeared in his hand at some point.

"Click!"

A trace of undetectable cracks appeared on top of the broken water.

"Choke!"

The old man, who had already developed his eye, threw the broken water in his hand, which already had cracks, on the ground.

Although I don't know what kind of sword the ancient sword in Han Fei's hand is, how can the world-famous Yue Wang Eight Swords be so vulnerable?