Hundreds of phantoms, overlooking the world.

In its prime, it is full of spirit, just like that year.

The old man with the sword returned to the appearance of his youth, a handsome swordsman with a peerless style, his eyes were sharp, and he stretched out his hand to shake it.

Sonorous!

His magic sword, which had been sealed for forty years, flew in an instant, suddenly became larger, and was held in his hand.

"Raw, Thirteen Swords. ”

The old man with the sword took a step, the heavens and the earth shook for a while, and a terrifying power burst out, making the hearts of the onlookers almost jump out.

He struck it with a sword.

Raw, thirteen swords, the first sword.

The long sword slashed through the void and turned into a blue light, lingering with the spirit of martial arts, accompanied by sword intent, and where it passed, the space collapsed.

Rumble!

A bang will echo in the heavens and the earth.

Ye Wangye stared coldly, and suddenly his body and the invincible phantom behind him merged into one, like a god cast of gold, the whole body was radiant, and the golden qi and blood rushed to the sky, he stretched out his big hand, slapped the void, and covered the sky and the earth.

This blow blocked the first sword of the Thirteen Swords.

The power of this eruption, like a volcanic eruption, rumbled, cutting off the way ahead, and chaos reigned.

The old man who lifted the sword was extremely sublimated, fusing himself and the fire unicorn, which was extremely terrifying, and it was another sword at the moment.

This sword, the sword qi spanned thirty miles, sealing Ye Wangye's body, and the speed was incredible, and it was cut down at once.

Boom!

Ye Wangye was like a Ling Bo Immortal, surpassing the speed limit, and his golden body suddenly approached the old man who was lifting the sword, and smashed it down with a fist.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, the sword was smashed by Ye Wangye again.

These two encounters are extremely powerful, so that many people are caught off guard, forced to retreat a long way, and staring wide-eyed, the battle of the world's top masters is extremely rare.

Bite!

With a crisp sound, Sheng, the third sword of the thirteen swords slashed out and touched the body of Ye Wangye, but he did not dodge or dodge, like a god and demon-like body, he caught the sword hard, but he didn't hurt anything, just left a white mark on this body.

"Your life, the thirteen swords are nothing more than that, these three swords are too ordinary. Ye Wang Ye said coldly.

"These three swords are the swordsmanship that I comprehended in the first half of my life, and I also think it is ordinary, I have learned and understood in the first half of my life, and turned it into these three swords, and then based on these three swords, I created life, thirteen swords. The old man's voice rumbled, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

His body was illusory, but when he slashed out with a sword, he separated the yin and yang.

Sheng, thirteen swords and ten swords are the key.

The fourth sword, this sword peels away the haze and separates life and death.

This sword contains feelings, the junction of life and death, which makes Ye Wangye's face solemn.

"One punch determines life and death!" Ye Wang Ye drank coldly, what he believed in was fists, and he smashed down with a punch at this moment.

Yin and yang are separated, the haze is avoided, and the long sword is in the air, facing the fist.

Bang!

There was a loud bang, the yellow sand was filled, the ancient road was completely destroyed, the earth collapsed, Ye Wangye's fist touched, and he immediately retracted, there was a hole on it, the size of a child's mouth, and it was bleeding continuously.

He was injured, which made Ye Wangye's face angry: "Since I was injured seventeen years ago, no one has injured me all these years, you should die." ”

Boom Boom!

Ye Wang Ye went berserk and displayed the splendid mountain and river fist.

He punched out, and what he landed was a mountain and river, a small world, Ye Wangye was flying wildly, like a demon god, to suppress the old man with a sword.

A ruthless sneer appeared at the corner of Ye Wangye's mouth, and his big golden hand slapped it fiercely, like a heavenly monument, smashing it down, the void cracked, and the black crack spread.

The eyes of the old man with a sword were bright, like two stars, illuminating the entire Huangsha Ancient Road, and also making many people unable to open their eyes.

Boom!

Raw, thirteen swords, fifth swords!

This sword, from the bottom to the top, slashed fiercely, directly smashing the splendid mountains and rivers under the fist, and then directly hit the big hand like a heavenly monument, making a loud noise, tearing the big hand apart.

A sword is stronger than a sword.

The whole person of the old man with the sword turned into flames, blazing, invincible, and killed with a sword.

His sword cut through life, birth, old age, sickness and death, glory and disgrace, the joy and sorrow of life, all in one sword.

The old man who lifted the sword tasted the praise of the world, realized the warmth and coldness of human feelings, wandered between life and death for ten years, loved by his parents in his childhood, accompanied by his lover in middle age, and accompanied by his grandson in his old age, he turned all this into a sword.

This sword was not very sharp, but it made Ye Wang Ye hurriedly retreat, and he didn't dare to harden it at all.

Sheng, thirteen swords, one sword is more powerful than the other, and when it comes to this fifth sword, it is already a long sword that the old man who mentions the sword.

Rumble!

This sword, even if Ye Wang Ye dodged, he was inevitably injured, his golden light was scattered, and a huge hole was cut out of his body, and in the abdomen, blood fell, smashed on the ground, and it was so hot that the earth burned.

A drop of blood burned a hundred meters of earth, this is the horror of Ye Wangye.

But at this moment, Ye Wangye's face was gloomy and terrifying.

The old man with the sword was so fierce that the onlookers exclaimed, could this be his perception, it was too terrifying.

Two swords in a row hurt Ye Wangye, if this continues, is Ye Wangye going to lose?

"Okay, okay, you've really reached this level, let's fight. Ye Wang Ye smiled fiercely, and shot again, the golden fist smashed out, penetrating the sky, and hitting the old man with a sword the size of a hundred zhang, a terrifying will burst out, and everyone could feel the piercing killing intent.

Raw, thirteen swords, sixth swords.

The old man with the sword unswervingly exerted his sword, as soon as his sword came out, the sky and the earth changed color, the sun and the moon were shrouded in it, the society appeared in front of him, the sun set and rested, and the people who worked at sunrise worked diligently.

This is the sword of the ordinary, and everyone must return to the ordinary.

Let you be peerless, the prince and the emperor, after a hundred years, you should also return to the ordinary.

Ordinary is everyone's destination.

When the sword fell, Ye Wang Ye roared: "You make me ordinary, it's a dream." ”

Ye Wangye's whole body was boiling, like a body made of gold, his spirit exploded, and half of the sky was dyed red, his mind was united, and he punched fiercely.

When!when!

The crisp sound burst out one after another, Ye Wang Ye was hard, thirteen swords, even if he was injured, he had to give the other party a punch.

The great terror between life and death, Ye Wangye occupied the upper point, directly smashed this ordinary sword, and hit the old man with the sword with a fierce punch.

But the old man with the sword was an illusory body, his body was scattered, and he immediately condensed in the distance, his face was solemn, and the seventh sword was directly slashed out.

He had a hundred zhang body just now, but now he is only fifty or sixty zhang, and he was broken by Ye Wangye, and it turns out that he is not stable enough to defeat Ye Wangye.

This seventh sword slashed and burst out the blood of the unicorn, and the nine virtual unicorns roared angrily, shaking the mountains and rivers, sweeping the flames, and rushing over at once.

Boom!

Bang!

Bang!

Ye Wang Ye confronted with his physical body, his golden palm had innate veins flickering, and he fought with nine unicorns, murderous and murderous.

Roar!!

When the battle reached the end, Ye Wangye roared, like thunder, and scattered nine unicorns with a roar.

"All your means are vulnerable in the face of my absolute strength. Ye Wangye looked coldly at the old man with a sword.