Chapter 325: Sword Ancestor

The temple was dim, and a little scarlet incense flickered in the temple......

Luo Xiaofeng walked towards the offering table.

There was no tribute on the table, only a stick of sandalwood stuck in the broken jar in front of the table.

The iron sword on the shrine behind the offering table attracted Luo Xiaofeng's attention.

Luo Xiaofeng walked lightly to the shrine, and was just about to reach out to get the sword, but at this moment, the temple door, which had been hidden all along, suddenly slammed shut.

Luo Xiaofeng was startled, when he turned around, he didn't see anything.

The heavy temple door was closed tightly, impermeable, and all around it was suddenly dark.

Hurried footsteps suddenly sounded.

Luo Xiaofeng's eyes quickly adapted to the darkness in the temple, although the temple was dark, Luo Xiaofeng's eyes were much more sensitive than ordinary people, and he could see everything around him clearly.

There was no one, not even a figure.

I only hear the sound of footsteps, but I can't see anyone!

What's going on?

Luo Xiaofeng stood quietly in front of the shrine, his eyes, his nose, his ears, and his brain were all running rapidly, and he could feel all the movements around him.

"Young man, do you know what this place is?" a thin voice suddenly sounded beside Luo Xiaofeng.

The voice is very thin, and it sounds, there is a very weird feeling.

Luo Xiaofeng looked around.

No one, or no one.

Luo Xiaofeng crossed his hands in front of his chest and said lightly: "I know, this mountain is Baimiao Mountain, and this temple is Baimiao Mountain Temple!"

"You know it's Baimiao Mountain, do you still dare to come?" The thin voice suddenly became sharp.

"Baimiao Mountain is not yours alone, I can come if I want, and leave if I want!" Luo Xiaofeng said coldly.

"Hahahaha...... Hahahaha......"

Suddenly, there was a creepy laugh in the temple, and the dust on the beams of the house fell in laughter.

It was a long time before the laughter stopped.

"Come if you want, leave if you want?" In the thin voice, there was obviously a sense of mockery: "You are not very old, but your tone is not small! In other places, I can't help you, but as soon as you enter Baimiao Mountain, it is up to me to decide whether you live or die!" Although the thin voice was not loud, it was extremely penetrating, and it shook Luo Xiaofeng's eardrums.

"If I'm not mistaken, you're a monster entrenched in Baimiao Mountain!" Luo Xiaofeng said suddenly.

"What do you mean by that?" the thin voice was sharp, and the person who spoke was obviously surprised.

"The people of Baimiao Town take the living as tribute...... Cannibals are not monsters, are they still immortals?" Luo Xiaofeng said lightly.

"I'm not a monster, I'm not an immortal, I'm me, the underground of the Tianshan Mountains, the unique sword ancestor!" The thin voice was so sharp that it made people's scalps tingle.

"Sword Ancestor?" Luo Xiaofeng was taken aback, although he also thought of this, but when it came out of the other party's mouth, Luo Xiaofeng was still surprised.

"Yes, I'm the Sword Ancestor!" the Sword Ancestor's thin voice finally softened.

"I didn't expect the Sword Ancestor that Tie Ying said before he died, it was you!" Luo Xiaofeng muttered to himself.

"What...... Iron Eagle is dead?" said Sword Ancestor's voice, trembling.

"Iron Eagle is the Flying Demon of the Demon Realm itself, and once the Flying Demon dies, Iron Eagle will not live long...... However, it was this needle that really took his life. As Luo Xiaofeng spoke, there was suddenly a silver needle as thin as a hair in his hand.

The tiny silver needles still shimmered in the dim temple.

"Show me!" Sword Ancestor's voice suddenly sounded behind Luo Xiaofeng.

As soon as Luo Xiaofeng turned around, he felt that the fingers pinching the needle were cold, and he hurried to look, but the thin needle pinched between the fingers was gone.

From beginning to end, Luo Xiaofeng didn't see a single figure.

Luo Xiaofeng's heart chilled. It's really the first time he's met such a fast skill.

"Deadly Flying Needle!" "In the dimly lit temple, the Sword Ancestor suddenly let out an angry scream.

Hear their voices, but don't see their people!

Luo Xiaofeng looked around and said in surprise: "Do you know this needle?"

"Miyu...... Good...... Good...... Not only did you hurt me, but you also killed my apprentice!" Sword Ancestor's voice became sharp again: "We hate each other in one day, and we hate each other in three rivers and four seas!

"What is Meiyu?" Luo Xiaofeng asked curiously.

"Shut up!" Jian Zu suddenly broke off and said, "You dare to scold my woman, you kid is really bold!"

Luo Xiaofeng was taken aback, and then smiled: "How did I know that Meiyu is a human being, and she is also your wife...... He who does not know is not guilty, and he who does not know is not guilty......"

"Okay, good, good scolding!" Jian Zu's anger disappeared in an instant: "I can't help but kill her, it doesn't matter if you scold her." ”

Luo Xiaofeng was amused in his heart, he didn't know what to say.

"Woo...... Woo woo...... "In the dim temple hall, a miserable cry suddenly came. Listening to that thin cry, it was very likely that it was from the Sword Ancestor.

Luo Xiaofeng carefully identified the direction from which the cry came from.

The cry seemed to come from behind the shrine.

Luo Xiaofeng turned around several times in front of the shrine, and suddenly pushed a wall hard.

As soon as Luo Xiaofeng exerted his strength, the wall that looked sturdy and sturdy moved.

First there was a slight shock, and then it collapsed with a "boom".

In the wall, there is a mezzanine, which is not an ordinary small mezzanine, but a mezzanine that is larger and more spacious than the ordinary room.

A light in the mezzanine is like a bean!

The dim light illuminated a large, tattered wooden bed. All four legs of the wooden bed were destroyed, leaving only the tattered bed resting on the floor.

On the bed lay a strange man, his dirty, curly white beard piled haphazardly on his chest. The weirdo's beard is luxuriant, but there is not much hair left. Dozens of sparse white hairs, clinging to the temples.

The stranger's limbs were atrophied, his black arms hanging like noodles on his arms, his atrophied legs twisted together like twisted flowers, and the two legs twisted together were not as thick as the arms of an ordinary child.

A chill hit his heart, and Luo Xiaofeng involuntarily took a few steps back. He stared blankly at the skeleton-like old man on the bed, unable to speak for a long time.

A suffocating smell permeated the mezzanine. Luo Xiaofeng didn't seem to smell it, and all his attention was focused on the old man's eyes.

The old man's eyes were cold and deep, revealing a chill.

These eyes are almost exactly the same as Iron Eagle's!

"You...... Is it the Sword Ancestor?" Luo Xiaofeng was silent for a long time, and finally spoke.

"Yes, I am the Heaven and Earth, the unique Sword Ancestor!" Sword Ancestor's voice was very thin, but when he said this, he was extremely proud and proud.

Luo Xiaofeng nodded: "It is indeed heaven and earth, unique!" Luo Xiaofeng glanced at the Sword Ancestor, sighed, and slowly continued: "Sword Ancestor, the swordsmanship is unparalleled, who would have thought that he would be harmed like this!"

Jian Zu sighed, and his eyes fell on the small wooden box next to the bed: "It's because of this that I became like this!"

(End of chapter)