"Today, there is only one person who can truly be worthy of the sword created by the old man. ”

The old man said hoarsely without hurrying.

His eyes are so hollow, like an abyss that wants to swallow people's hearts and minds, that people dare not look at them directly.

However, Xiao Lin stared at the old man without fear, and said solemnly: "I don't know who can get such praise from the old man." ”

"Proud without a trace. ”

The old man groaned for a long time, a look of admiration flashed in his eyes, and then he said in a deep voice.

Luo Qianyu, who was watching quietly from the side, heard the sound and jumped up directly from the chair in shock, and his shocked expression looked at the old man without the slightest concealment.

Proud without a trace!

Luo Qianyu was terrified, his whole body trembled a little, his cultivation at the peak of the Spirit Yuan Realm seemed so insignificant under this name.

"Sword ...... Sword Venerable, proud without a trace!" Luo Qianyu Muna, who was hidden under the black robe, muttered to himself.

Hearing this name, Luo Qianyu seemed to return to that scene a hundred years ago.

That sword, brilliant but filled with endless dead air, an imperial city turned into ruins.

That sword, but the blade was so desolate, that millions of living beings became dead souls under the sword intent.

That sword, the cold light covered the sky and the sun to the nine heavens, and the three thousand miles of sword ruins broke through the ground, shocking countless creatures in hundreds of countries to crawl in horror.

Luo Qianyu will never forget the brilliance of that sword, he can only watch the sword qi slash towards the earth, but he can't avoid losing his vitality. If it weren't for the coincidence that he got the Soul Devouring Bracelet, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to condense the body of the resentful soul.

If the arrogance in the old man's mouth is really the one from a hundred years ago, then the identity of the old man ...... It's just appalling.

It is rumored that the sword in Jian Zun's hand was created by a top refining master, and it took ten years to refine the sword, and countless resources were spent to hone such a world-shattering sword.

And the old man in front of him, dressed in coarse linen clothes and full of gauntness, was the top refining master a hundred years ago?

At this moment, Luo Qianyu felt that his head was a little confused, and his throat kept rolling, as if he was suppressing the shock in his heart.

Lan Yiyi had never heard her grandfather mention the person Proud Traceless, and she didn't understand the meaning contained in it, so she didn't react much, just stared at Xiao Lin and the old man for some unknown reasons.

"Proud without a trace...... Xiao Lin muttered a few times, and then seemed to think of something, and asked with a somewhat surprised expression, "But the one from a hundred years ago?"

"Hmm. The old man stared at Xiao Lin and nodded slowly.

All of a sudden, even Xiao Lin fell silent, and his eyelids lowered slightly.

Proud and traceless, he is the peerless sword venerable who overwhelmed the land of a hundred countries a hundred years ago, and he is also the person who created the three thousand miles of sword ruins.

Although he is nowhere to be found, he has fallen into the devil and perished, but his legend wanders in every corner of the land of the hundred kingdoms. His name is like a sharp sword hanging above the head of every dynasty, and his voice is majestic.

The sword is famous, who in the world doesn't know?

The world only knows Jianzun, but few people know his real name.

Proud and traceless, he is alone and free, and when he is invincible in the world, no one can take his sword anymore, but the red face is gone, leaving him alone.

At the beginning, Xiao Lin only judged that the old man was a master of refining, but he never thought that he was still the creator of the Sword Venerable Sword a hundred years ago, which was a bit surprising.

"I don't know how many swords the old man has polished in his life?" With Xiao Lin's heart, he quickly regained his flat expression.

The old man said in a deep voice and replied, "Plus the heavy iron that is being polished in his hand, there are a total of eight handles." ”

"In other words, before this, the old man had a total of seven swords, and in addition to the one from a hundred years ago, where were the six swords?" Xiao Lin began.

"Little doll, you're asking a little too much. The old man snorted coldly, as if unwilling to answer.

The old man worked hard to polish the sword, hoping that someone could carry the sword and pass on the name of the sword he polished to the world. It's a pity that after all these years, only one person is qualified to use the sword he has sharpened, which is really sad.

"Don't be angry, old man, I have asked a lot, I just hope you can sharpen a sword for me. Xiao Lin smiled indifferently and said in an extremely affirmative tone.

"Sharpen your sword for you?" The old man couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Xiao Lin's words, and then grinned and showed a mouth full of yellow teeth, and raised his head and laughed: "Hahaha...... Little doll, the old man just sees that you don't have the impetuousness of young people, so he talks to you so much. ”

The old man's laughter was full of disdain, indifference, and a hint of sadness.

"Old man, I'm not kidding you. Xiao Lin smiled disapprerovingly.

The old man seemed to feel Xiao Lin's calm and arrogant aura, he slowly lowered his head, no longer laughed wildly, but squinted slightly, and said hoarsely: "Dare to speak wildly, let the old man sharpen the sword for you, why do you?"

"I will use your sharpened sword to slay all the enemies of the world, I will use the sword you have refined to make me famous all over the world, and I will use the sword you have worked hard to build to climb to the top of a hundred nations and live up to the power of your sword. ”

Suddenly, Xiao Lin put his hands behind his back, and a lonely and proud spirit rose to the sky, and every sentence and word was full of edge.

The old man was stunned, and his deep eyes shrank slightly, as if he saw the old man who asked him for a sword a hundred years ago.........

Back then, a young man stood in front of him so arrogantly and said to himself, "I want you to build a sword for me." ”

"Reason. ”

The young man replied in a deep voice, "Revenge." ”

"The swords I made are peerless swords, and you can't control them. ”

The young man said firmly: "I can't control it now, but ten years later, I will definitely be able to live up to the power of the sword." ”

"Why did you ask me to polish a sword for you?"

The young man clenched his fists, and he replied proudly: "I will use the sword you have made to kill all the people in the world who stand in my way." Let the sword you have made threaten the land of a hundred nations. ”

"Well, ten years from now, you'll come here to get your sword, and I hope you'll be able to do what you say. The refining master pondered for a long time, thought about it for a long time, and replied to the young man in front of him.

Subsequently, the master refiner worked hard for ten years to polish the sword. He believed that the young man would return, and he also hoped that the young man would fulfill his promise and let his sword dominate the world.

Ten years later, the young man lived up to the expectations of the refining master, and he returned here, but his face was no longer immature, and he really grew up.

He looked at the sword that was inserted into the ground, exuding a sparkling sword glow, and said to the refining master: "Sword, very good, I will fulfill my promise to you, and let the sword you sharpen stand at the peak of the hundred kingdoms." ”

The refining master was silent, just quietly watching the young man pick up his sword and leave. He did not tell the young man the price he had paid for sharpening his sword, nor did he say what he would pay for him.

Because, his sword, priceless!

The young man did not ask about the price of the sword, because he knew that letting the prestige of the sword spread all over the world was the highest reward and reward for the master of refining.

It didn't take long for the figure of the young man carrying the sword to descend on a prosperous dynasty.

As a result, the name of the young man spread all over the world.

The world calls it - Jianzun.

The sword of Jianzun is also a coercion in all directions, and no one in the world knows the strong and no one knows.

The young man fulfilled his promise to let the name of the sword spread all over the world and dominate Kyushu. He looked at the place where the refining master lived from afar, and raised his sword, shocking the earth.

The refining master felt the monstrous sword intent emanating from the sword he had polished, looked at Qing Cang and muttered: "Proud of the traceless, your promise to me has been completed, ......"