In the purple crushing sword cloud, it suddenly seemed to open a very small and very small opening.

Heaven and earth open a line, and then the whole light is tilted.

It is like the first sun that slowly rises at dawn, and it is more like the scorching sun at noon.

It was difficult for ordinary monks to perceive the slightest change outside of this time, but those sword cultivators who held swords in their hands could not help but sense that the long sword in their hands was trembling slightly.

It's not that I have encountered the kind of relative sword cultivation that I want to control the enemy, but the trembling millet under fear.

The sword hurts people's hearts and everyone knows the sword, so the person who holds the sword is the second to feel that strange feeling that is indescribable.

In an instant, the sky changed greatly, and a big hand appeared in the sky, the size of the hand, hundreds of zhang, and then this big hand swung towards the purple sword cloud with terrifying sword light like gently brushing away the mosquitoes and flies in front of him.

As a result, the purple sword cloud then dispersed, the sky was in the air, clear and transparent, and at the foot of Hengfeng, which should not have been bright, it was like daylight, and above the sky, the purple sword cloud dissipated at some point and suddenly a round of white sun appeared.

The day is due to the white circle that does not look like the sun.

Xu Wei spit out several mouthfuls of red blood, the purple sword cloud was not a side object, it was a sword move that he had built with his life, and that big hand did not dissipate the sword cloud, but completely took away half of his life.

The purple-bladed sword under his feet is not angry, and now he has become particularly honest, and he doesn't dare to move at all.

No anger, no anger, only now is not anger.

Compared with Xu Wei, he has a clear sense of the people who are coming, the things that are coming, so he doesn't dare at this time, and under the calm sword body, there is a trembling sword soul, for fear that one of his own will be dishonest, and he will be like that valuable sword cloud, dissipating between heaven and earth.

When the time comes, don't say that it is broken copper and iron, but I am afraid that it is not as good as broken copper and iron.

After the white light hung to the ground, in front of everyone, less than ten steps in front of Xu Wei, the purple-shirted and purple sword, suddenly a figure suddenly appeared.

A thin and not tall, white figure between the strands of hair.

It is an old man who looks like Pan Yi is making a grandson, the old man is obviously wearing a plain and pure wide robe of linen, the two big cuffs seem to be able to carry heaven and earth, but the waist is bound by a white waist track, like the waist of a strong martial artist.

The soles of the feet are a pair of straw sandals, which is estimated to be similar to the secular dynasty under the mountain, the ordinary people in poor and remote areas cannot afford to buy shoes and expensive fabrics.

After the old man stood firm, he pretended to be chic and put around his wide robe, and then set off a burst of wind, and then turned around, stretched out his hand, and pinched his right earlobe impartially.

Hurriedly called: "Hey, Lao Huang, you can't be in the nest! But someone wants your precious apprentice's life, I really didn't lie to you, I don't believe it, you just find someone to ask, what did that guy say just now, what obediently reported his name, said your own mountain gate and then gladly died." ”

Then Cui Puyang squinted at the "Lao Huang" who was still holding his earlobe, and hurriedly added fuel to the fire, and the disaster moved eastward: "But who knew that I would move out of your Lao Huang can scare to death an ordinary Emperor Xuan of the Three Realms, and he is still a sword cultivator, after he said something he hadn't heard of, and then he wanted to attack your baby disciple, your baby apprentice's cultivation is not enough at all! The other party is a terrifying Xuanhuang peak, or a sword cultivator, what do you say?"

Immediately after Cui Puyang, who had closed his eyes, he felt that his earlobes were loose, and his heart suddenly rejoiced, and he quickly opened his eyes to see what was going on outside, only to see that it was the old man in the gray linen robe who he called Lao Huang, bent down, narrowed his eyes, which were not very big, and asked with a smile: "What? Today's words seem to be a bit much." ”

After saying a word, regardless of his reaction, he didn't care about the reaction of the only one disciple who had closed the door, and first looked at the four people behind Cui Puyang who helped block the road and rob them.

The four of them all know the old man, but their titles are different.

Xu Cangran called the old man Grandpa Huang, the bearded young man called Senior Huang, and the last two, Wang Benlei and Wang Jingyu were all called Huang City Lords.

The man in the gray linen robe with wide cuffs nodded one by one, and finally his eyes stayed on Xu Cangran, who called him Grandpa Huang, and asked with a very majestic face: "Xu boy, is it really like what that kid said?"

So, Cui Puyang's heart can be said to be on his throat, and he glanced at Xu Cangran vigorously, but the other party didn't look at him at all, which was all lost.

After thinking about it very seriously, Xu Cangran nodded slowly, and this appearance fell in Cui Puyang's eyes, and he couldn't help but give a thumbs up, and said with emotion in his heart: Sure enough, he is a good brother of his own.

The old man in the gray linen robe with wide cuffs nodded with a smile on his face and said: "The old man can believe your Xu boy's words, but I haven't seen it for a long time, how did I find that your Xu boy's sword intent seems to be a little loose and slack, this is not good, but I don't know that sword cultivation is in general with that martial arts cultivation, you need to chase today yesterday, chase tomorrow today, and you can't slack off every day, I have to find Old Man Xu to talk about this." ”

Xu Cangran could only bow his head again and again with bitterness at the corners of his mouth and answer yes.

The previous sword cultivation had an inconsequential little rule, that is, the registration number was first before the sword was released, but the sword cultivation became less and less, and the new sword cultivation replaced the old sword cultivation, and the back wave rushed over the previous wave, and this inconsequential little rule disappeared.

The old man with wide cuffs turned around and said to Xu Wei, who was nailed to death by anchors all over his body: "Old man Huang Jiulong, there is no door and no faction, there is only a small city, and he is the master of the unsuccessful boy, I know that the kid is full of nonsense, but who let that kid be my apprentice, and Jian Xiu never seems to be rewarded, so he can only be said when what he says is true, but don't worry, when there is no one, that kid will inevitably be beaten." ”

The old man then said with satisfaction: "Heh, there are still a lot of sword cultivators. ”

So, with a wave of his hand, he clenched the long sword Chengying, and then, it seemed that there was only a sword left in everyone's eyes.