According to the normal rhythm, Sun Xiaoxiao, as a top swordsman, should draw his sword and open the film after fighting with the Dark Sword God.

For example, this dark elf sword god who was already burning under the fire of hatred was full of wanton sword energy, just like not asking for money, but he had never seen Sun Xiaoxiao take out dozens of artifacts to support the scene, and the dark sword god did not strike first as before.

Let's not talk about how powerful these divine weapons are at the most important artifact level, but through the secret methods of the Mo family, Sun Xiaoxiao not only copied their strength and appearance while reproducing these divine weapons, but also copied the sword intent left in them by the Mo family powerhouse who once held them.

These sword intents all carry the beliefs of the holders of these weapons, indifferent, majestic, ruthless, affectionate, all kinds, no two sword intents are the same or even similar, and the road that every strong man has walked cannot be copied.

But among all the sword intents, there is no way to hide a kind of lofty arrogance, these sword intents when they perceive that there is a dark sword god in a state of rage, they all don't take the other party seriously, at most, there are so many sword intents that this guy's sword path is not bad, but that's all.

After all, the ink masters who have used these artifacts are all swordsmen who have gone far above the sword path, and there may be so many real sword gods among them, such an "ordinary" swordsman who has just walked out of his own path is still a foreign race, even if there is a trace of ink in the other party's sword path that cannot be concealed.

Before she achieved the Sword God Realm, the impression of the sword intent in these artifacts on her stopped there.

This feeling of being ignored by a pile of broken copper and iron not only made this dark sword god's violent state continue to ferment. also made her wonder what Sun Xiaoxiao's state was now, so she simply chose to wait for the other party to strike first.

Contrary to the Dark Sword God, this dark elf woman surnamed Han was unexpected. When the sword descendant Xiaoxiao saw that this battle had to be fought, he didn't even use his own weapon, the artifact Double Dragon Demon Shadow Sword, which was claimed to be forged from two ancient black dragon souls, just let it float among those dozens of weapons.

"Hmph, are you looking down on me?" Sun Xiaoxiao's movements were regarded by this dark sword god with a dusty sword heart as contempt as those broken copper and iron.

"Who said that, how could I look down on a kendo genius?" Sun Xiaoxiao sat cross-legged in the air, slightly closing her eyes and not knowing what she was preparing.

"Then why don't you abandon your sword?" The Dark Sword God would not think that Sun Xiaoxiao thought that his swordsmanship was inferior to himself. simply gave up resistance, although she had won Sun Xiaoxiao hundreds of times in swordsmanship, but she knew. This famous sword man never used his true strength.

"I'm not abandoning my sword." Sun Xiaoxiao closed his eyes with his palms facing upwards as if he was meditating, and while answering the questions of the dark sword god, a little bit of firefly light gradually gathered in front of him.

"I just wanted to teach you one last lesson."

Sun Xiaoxiao said this, and the light of the fireflies had already converged. Unfolding in front of the eyes of the Dark Sword God. It is a quaint and atmospheric five-stringed instrument.

"Jean? Didn't expect you to play a musical instrument? The Dark Sword God didn't know why Sun Xiaoxiao would take out this instrument unique to a high-level human, but he knew that he wouldn't do it without purpose.

This time, Sun Xiaoxiao did not directly answer the question of the Dark Sword God, a disciple of the Outer Dao who used to value him very much, but gently stroked the instrument that appeared in his hand, which was twice as large as an ordinary high-level human five-stringed instrument, and looked like a combination of two five-stringed instruments, and said softly:

"Long time no see"

In the spiritual ocean that the Dark Sword God could not hear, a soft female voice responded to Sun Xiaoxiao's words: "Lezi, may I ask which song we are going to play today?" ”

"Of course. It's still the sound of our sword. ”

In the puzzled eyes of the Dark Sword God because of this inexplicable words, Sun Xiaoxiao opened his eyes. A note was played and said: "First duet, mountains and rivers"

As soon as the words fell, a mysterious light flashed, and the Dark Sword God found himself from the dead ruins of Sarajevo to a world full of birds and flowers, clear water and green mountains.

"The world of mental imagery? Yes! The Dark Sword God, who was wondering what scene was in front of her, found that her eyes emitted a burning tingle, and she was also well-informed, and she instantly reacted, Sun Xiaoxiao's mental image world reflected the landscape of the surface world, and as a dark elf, she couldn't withstand any ray of sunlight.

A trace of black aura escaped from the "blood-red teardrops" to wrap the dark sword god inside, avoiding the irradiation from the sun, and looking at Sun Xiaoxiao, who was still silent in the shadows, the voice of the dark sword god became a little erratic:

"I didn't expect you to be a legend in the field, I didn't even know it all along."

"Why know, these are just small trails." Sun Xiaoxiao sighed and said.

"Don't think you're the only one who has the world of mental imagery?" The Dark Sword God expressed this kind of thing in her tone, and she also had it.

"It's a pity, if that's the case, it means that you won't be able to reach the top of kendo again." Sun Xiaoxiao sighed at the same time, but also sighed that the path he chose, whether it was kendo or martial arts, what he pursued was the road to break through ten thousand laws with one sword, once he embarked on the broad road of the realm legend, then the door representing the peak will be closed to you forever.

"So what, it's just power, and for me, kendo is just one of the means to an end." The dark sword god in the shadows said with great disdain for Sun Xiaoxiao's words.

"You weren't like this in the past...... Sun Xiaoxiao's gaze passed through the shadow that wrapped the dark sword god, and finally fell on the "blood-red teardrop" in her hand, it seems that the reason for Yiqiē is because of this dark elf inheritance artifact.

"Just as I used to respect you so much, do you think the lies you are telling now can disturb me even the slightest?" While the Dark Sword God spoke, a burst of rain fell in this world of birds, flowers, clear water, and green mountains.

Under the action of these rains, Sun Xiaoxiao's mental image world lost the scene of paradise, the flowers withered, the plants withered, and the birds and beasts in the mental image world were only illusioned and completed their lives in a short period of time, turning into a pile of dry bones.

Sun Xiaoxiao looked at the sky that was gradually becoming darker, stretched out his hand to catch a drop of rain, and after looking at it for a while, he let this drop of blood-red rain fall, and sighed: "So the world in your heart is like this?" ”

As soon as the words fell, all the rain stagnated in the air, forming a curtain of sparse water, and the mental world that still had the breath of life even if it withered was frozen like a snapshot.

Very satisfied with his masterpiece, the dark sword god who remained in the shadows spoke: "That's right, the qiē I saw, the qiē I experienced, all of them are woven by lies, and it is better to believe in others than to believe in their own power." ”

"That's my false boundary, where no one has anything but their own power."

"It seems that not only will you not be able to reach the peak of kendo when you go astray......," Sun Xiaoxiao twisted a string and said, "Now you are getting farther and farther away from the kendo god realm. ”

"Divine realm? Compared to the Sword Dao God Realm, I would rather go to the Sword Demon Realm that you high-level humans call it. ”

Hearing the words of the Dark Sword God, Sun Xiaoxiao let go of the strings in his hand, and the five-stringed instrument in front of him emitted a pleasant fluctuation, and a ball of bubbles spread to the entire mental image world in the stagnant rain curtain with him as the center.

The imprisoned world was instantly restored, and some tiny shoots struggled to regrow in the barren world that had been watered into a wasteland by the rain of blood, bringing a new glimmer of life to this withered world.

"Sword Demon?"

What does the Demon Realm mean, maybe my cheap apprentice Sun knows, for ten thousand years, the only one who has walked from the Divine Realm to the Demon Realm is a cook. (To be continued......)