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Elder Moya, step by step, staring at the negative emotions rolling like a flood, gritted his teeth and sneaked around, and the thatched cottage in front of him was getting closer and closer.

Soon, Elder Moya came to the front of this thatched house, looking at the closed wooden door, Elder Moya stretched out his palm and was about to push it open, but the outstretched hand hesitated in mid-air and did not dare to land on the wooden door.

Standing in front of the thatched house, it can be regarded as truly comprehending the true strength of the cold-blooded sword venerable, the thatched house, every straw, has been tempered by the cold-blooded sword venerable for thousands of years, as if it is like a peerless sword, full of sharp energy.

This thatched house is completely like it is built by the peerless sword of tens of millions of soldiers, standing in front of this thatched house, as if it is pointed at by the peerless sword of tens of millions of soldiers, making people dare not move.

"Cold-blooded Sword Venerable, it's really terrifying ......", his hand hesitated in front of the wooden door, and he didn't dare to retreat for a while, which made Elder Mo Ya secretly sigh in his heart.

In the eyes of Elder Moya, in the Ming Dynasty, although his strength is not the strongest, he is at least the best and the strongest in the world, but this cold-blooded sword venerable is dead, and the sword qi left over from the Dao place where he cultivated actually makes him panic?

"This cold-blooded sword venerable of the Ming Dynasty is really a character, his strength during his lifetime may still be above the golden body bodhisattva, but it's a pity that he died, otherwise, maybe he alone will be able to contain Ying Qianshan", almost in any order, he and the cliff elders came to the front of this thatched house, and felt the sword qi emitted by this thatched house, Zhuge Xiang felt sorry in his heart.

Elder Moya, as the leading powerhouse of the Ming Dynasty, cultivated to chase the Golden Body Bodhisattva and Liao could not them, but the cold-blooded Sword Venerable was dead, this thatched house. It can actually deter a strong person at the level of Elder Moya, could it be that the tiger is dead, and the residual power is enough to deter the world?

"What? Didn't Elder Moya dare to go in? Then let me in", although he regretted and sighed in his heart, Zhuge Xiang's movements were not slow. Just when Elder Moya was slightly stunned and hesitated, Zhuge Xiang unceremoniously dropped his palm on the wooden door, and with a squeak, pushed the wooden door open.

The wooden door was pushed open, and there was a sharp sword aura. roared out like a tiger out of the cage, Zhuge Xiang, who was in the back, his face turned pale, he snorted, and the character layout, his health value actually dropped by tens of thousands.

"Ahh Even Zhuge Xiang, who was physically strong, had his health dropped by tens of thousands, and Elder Na Mo Ya was naturally no better, exclaiming, his body was directly shaken back, and the surging sword qi spurted out, and the slender beard. It was directly cut off several times.

Blood dripped from the corners of his mouth, soaked in the beard that had been broken, and he was originally a fairy, but he couldn't bear to see the wolf in the past.

Fortunately, the sword qi in this thatched house, as they were pushed away and vented, slowly subsided, the mana in the body surged, repaired the dark wounds, and Zhuge Xiang raised his footsteps. took the lead and stepped into the thatched house.

He was already injured, so he had to sit down and breathe at this time, but seeing that Zhuge Xiang had already entered the thatched cottage, a look of eagerness flashed on Elder Moya's face, and he hurriedly took out a pill the size of a dragon's eye. followed Zhuge Xiang into the thatched house.

Walking into the thatched cottage, the environment is very simple, only a bed made of unknown metal, which looks deep black, as if it can make people's souls be sucked in.

In addition to a big black bed that didn't look good, or even ugly, there were some simple things such as chairs and benches, teapots, etc., but in this thatched house, it was a mess, and even the tables and chairs fell to the ground, full of sword marks.

On the table, in addition to some broken teacups, what attracts attention is that there is a simple bronze mirror, resting on the table, this bronze mirror is carved with mysterious runes, and from time to time there is a stream of light crossing, at a glance you know that it is not ordinary.

On the wall behind the big black bed, there was a calligraphy and painting, a huge calligraphy and painting almost as tall as a human being, and two words were written on it—kendo!

Two simple words, terrifying sword intent, as if able to jump out of the paper and cut people apart, obviously these two words are integrated into the sword path that the cold-blooded sword venerable himself perceives, so, due to the gaze, the sword intent contained in it seems to be able to cut the soul of a person.

On the ground, a scroll of atlases made of unknown animal fur was scattered on the ground, and it was actually intact under the vertical and horizontal sword qi, and it seemed that the defense was not simple.

On the edge of the bed, there was a four-foot Qingfeng, the body of the sword was purple-red, it had been sheathed, and a trace of edge could not be felt, but Zhuge Xiang could clearly feel that it contained a terrifying aura.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is that on the big black bed, there is a figure sitting cross-legged, with his head down, and under the long black drae, people can't see his appearance at all.

Sweeping his eyes, in the simple thatched house, although most of the treasures must be hidden in the private space, but the valuable treasures can be known at a glance.

The big black bed, although its appearance is not good, but even when the cold-blooded sword venerable breaks through, he is still sitting on the big black bed, which shows that this big black bed must not be ordinary.

Kendo calligraphy and painting, which contains the sword path comprehended by the cold-blooded sword venerable, if it can be brought back for careful reference, its value is more precious than a kendo cheats comparable to the Moluo Sutra.

The quaint bronze mirror on the table fell to the ground, and the scroll made of the fur of an unknown animal, these were obviously the treasures possessed by the cold-blooded Sword Venerable.

Of course, Zhuge Xiang's gaze was attracted by the four-foot Qingfeng hanging on the wall, although the purple-red long sword had been sheathed, and the slightest breath was not revealed, but Zhuge Xiang could still feel the fierce aura contained in it.

Obviously, this is Zhuge Xiang, who is also the Elder of the Cliff, the Sword Worshippers and the Blood Rakshasa and their target - the Zhuxian Sword!

"Zhu Immortal Sword!" , Seeing the four-foot Qingfeng hanging on the wall, Zhuge Xiang's eyes froze, and he grabbed the Zhuxian Sword hanging on the wall, the cold-blooded Sword Venerable is dead, and this Zhuxian Sword has become an ownerless thing.

"This sword is mine!" Seeing Zhuge Xiang's movements, Elder Mo Ya, his face was anxious, and he shouted sharply, and while speaking, a figure of a Taiji Yin Yang Fish appeared in his palm, and his palm slapped towards Zhuge Xiang.

Elder Moya's palm, at this moment, seemed to have turned into a giant hand, and every trace of the line on it was as thick as the mountains and rivers.

Two instruments and a thousand palms!