Call!!

The extremely hot current emanating from the underground secret room of the Sword Casting Hall disappeared in an instant, and the temperature of the hundreds of sword pools and sword casting platforms in the Sword Casting Hall seemed to have decreased a lot.

Standing outside the Sword Casting Hall, Happy Spirit, Wan Jian, and thousands of Sword Casting Hall disciples of the Northern Wealthy Clan, were shocked to feel the temperature around them drop rapidly, and the cold feeling hit their faces, and they exclaimed continuously! The disciples of the Northern Hao clan were surprised to find that dense snowflakes had reappeared in the sky above the Sword Casting Hall, which had not fallen for a hundred years.

Crystal light snowflakes fell on the shoulders of all the Sword Forging Hall disciples!

All of them looked shocked and were a little overwhelmed.

The sound of clothes breaking through the air frequently appeared behind the crowd.

Looking back, a group of old men from the northern wealthy clans with their hair tied in buns were rushing over, and noticed the scene of snowflakes in the sky above the Sword Casting Hall, and their faces turned pale with horror, and they muttered two sentences repeatedly:

"The fire in the Sword Casting Hall will not be extinguished, and the sky will not snow ......"

"Snow falls on the Sword Hall, there must be a miracle!"

“……”

The disciples of the northern wealthy clan around him were inexplicable, but they didn't dare to slack off on the two old men in silver robes who were the leaders, and they were very respectful in the passage:

"Great Protector!"

"Second Protector!"

Whether it was a disciple or an elder of the Sword Casting Hall, seeing these two old men, they all showed a look of respect from the bottom of their hearts without exception, which showed their status as a wealthy clan in the north.

"What's wrong with the two Dharma Protectors?" An elder from the early stage of the Wuwei Realm quickly came to the side of the two of them and said with a smile.

The second elder ignored it, his face turned pale, and he continued to sweep towards the Sword Casting Hall without slowing down:

"Who's in there?" The tone was unusually hurried.

"Only the patriarch, and the sect master of the Sword Sect, the ...... of the Nangong family," the elder of the Northern Hao clan hurriedly replied.

However, the anxious behavior of a group of old men made many disciples of the Sword Sect and the Nangong family in the crowd frown, and some people subconsciously blocked the door of the Sword Casting Hall, looking like they didn't want too many people to enter the Sword Casting Hall.

"Stop!"

"The divine soldier is about to appear, and the sect master has an order, and no one can disturb the patriarch."

"Our head of the family has an order."

More than a dozen Wuwei Realm masters blocked the front, their swords unsheathed, and they spoke one after another.

"Humph!"

The speed still did not decrease a bit, and the two silver-robed old protectors patted their waists in unison, and two amazing cold rays flashed in an instant, shaking from the eyes of the group of people in front of them.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

More than a dozen weapons fell to the ground with a clang, and all of them broke into two.

The disciples of the Sword Sect and the disciples of the Nangong Family, all of whom had half-damaged weapons in their hands, gasped, looked at each other with pale faces, and became afraid of the two monster-like old men in front of them.

But.

The two old men were still stopped, but their faces were slightly displeased:

"It's not a small amount of courage, not to mention the Heaven Shaking Castle, even on the rivers and lakes, few people dare to point weapons at us, just with these broken copper and iron in the hands of your little dolls, you also want to stop our two old men, hum! Bite off more than one can chew! ”

"......" was happy in front of the crowd and saw it really.

Most of the disciples of the Sword Sect and the people of the Nangong family use sword weapons, but they should all be swords from famous families, and they are definitely not broken copper and iron as they say.

However, the speed of these two elders' shots is very amazing, and the waist sword and soft sword are not ordinary, and they are shaking and straight, and there is a trace of coldness in the sharp sword that even he is cold behind him.

In one go, the swords of more than a dozen Wuwei realm masters were all broken, and with this strength alone, it would be difficult for ordinary Mythical Realm masters to do it.

"This ...... Where did the old monster come from. ”

Happy secretly complained in his heart.

Originally, there were already three Mythical Realm powerhouses in the Sword Casting Hall who were not born and could not deal with their strength, but now that they are good, two monster-like old men have come out, what kind of task is this.

The disciples of the Sword Sect and the people of the Nangong family were obviously also shocked by the second elder's shocking methods, their faces were pale, and they did not dare to act rashly.

In the Sword Casting Hall, there was a loud and arrogant voice from the Sword Sect Master:

"The second elder is the predecessor of the patriarch of the northern Hao clan, and he is also the predecessor of our waiting, you must not be rude!"

"Get out of the way, the second elder's "Broken Knife**", decades ago, was already famous in the rivers and lakes, non-divine soldiers, one knife to break it, it is the immortal learning of the northern wealthy Zhen clan, and a group of you juniors dare to point weapons at them...... Hehe, however, my Nangong family has a small business, and when the time comes, I can't say that I will take a few more good weapons from the northern wealthy family and leave. ”

The voice fell.

The disciples of the Sword Sect outside the Sword Casting Hall and the people of the Nangong family were all sweating in their vests...... is not a divine soldier, cut it off with one sword, so perverted?

A group of people hurriedly got out of the way, not daring to continue to prevent the second elder from entering the Sword Casting Hall.

"Humph!"

The two elders in the silver robe returned to the sword into the sheath, and swept into the sword casting hall with no dust.

Seizing the opportunity, he happily glanced back at Wan Jian, only to see that the latter also smiled bitterly and made a very helpless and surprised expression, and came over to explain:

"These two old men, I've heard of them before, seem to be the two Zhen clan protectors of the northern wealthy clan, who have retired many years ago and no longer set foot in the rivers and lakes, but I didn't expect to be so powerful."

“……”

Hearing this, I sighed happily, but I was relieved.

In fact, there are many masters of various sects that are not born in the world, and many people have seen through everything, retreated or done what they want to do, and lost their fighting spirit, although their strength is not as good as at their peak, but it is still very terrible to put it on the rivers and lakes.

The two in front of me are probably two of them!

However, Happy also remembered the words of the old man Nangong - broken knife**.

It seems that no one has used it in the previous life, and it seems that either it requires a very deep realm, or the cultivation conditions are harsh - a sword to break the name of the weapon is not something that can be done by attacking a high divine soldier.

"The situation is getting more and more complicated, what are the good plans?" At this time, Happy felt that he suddenly had a feeling that he was useless, and he could only throw his trouble to Wanjian.

The latter smiled bitterly and passed a word:

"Wait!"

………… Good way.

…… The Sect Master of the Sword Sect, the old monster of the Nangong family, and the two protectors of the Northern Hao Clan all stood at the entrance of the underground secret room of the Sword Casting Hall.

Silent for each other!

A few minutes passed...... Suddenly!

A palpitating breath appeared out of thin air.

Airplanes!!!!

All around, the weapons in the hands of countless disciples of the Northern Hao clan vibrated one after another, becoming more and more intense, and they looked like they couldn't hold it.

"What's going on?"

"My Weapon ......"

Many people exclaimed in surprise and went to press their weapons.

The weapons in the hands of the Sword Sect Sect Master and the old man of Nangong were also a little uncontrollable.

The two of them frowned, and were just about to suppress the horror that rose from the weapon, when suddenly a magnificent aura of golden yellow with a slight white glow broke out of the wall of the secret room!

Ignoring the fierce waves of fire above the Sword Casting Hall, it soared into the sky from the Sword Casting Hall!

"Not good!"

"Be careful!!"

The voice did not fall.

"Choke!!"

The sound of unsheathing is endless! Countless weapons broke away from the hands of those present, including those broken knives, and they broke free from their respective masters one after another, and shot into the Sword Casting Hall like a psychic spirit.

The weapons in the sword pool also converged into a fierce iron stream like a galaxy reversed, piercing the four people at the entrance of the secret room!

(To be continued)