The entire hall was enveloped in a chill.

The clear sword light spread outward, and if there was substance, pieces of diamond-shaped triangular ice edges crossed everyone's sight and swept past everyone's bodies.

Liu Bufan's big hand holding the sword was covered with a layer of frost in an instant, and his eyebrows and beards were white.

The ancient sword body, with an ancient texture like a grid, swallowed the cold light, and the entire sword body seemed to have doubled in size.

Mu Tianzi's sword became more and more calm and domineering.

Everyone in the hall was amazed, worthy of being a legendary-level long sword, worthy of being Mu Tianzi's sword.

It's just that this rough and simple sword shape, this domineering spirit that freezes the world, makes people retreat.

Many people looked at Lu Zixin, who was standing with his hands in his hands, and his eyes showed awe.

At the Confucian Temple ceremony that year, it was Lu Zixin who danced this Mu Tianzi sword, and at that time it looked like it was nothing, but at this moment, when they sensed the breath of this sword, they realized how difficult it was to dance this sword of the Son of Heaven.

Call!

Liu Bufan spit out a long breath of cold air, protected his body with energy, and carefully examined the sword.

The moment he drew his sword, he clearly saw the panic in Ou Yun's eyes, and sensed the uneasiness in Ou Yun's heart, so he became more and more convinced that there must be something wrong with this sword!

However, he was disappointed, no matter how much he probed and sensed it, the sword gave him the feeling that it was flawless.

It's impossible, Ye Changsheng can't be targeted, and my intuition won't be wrong, there must be something negligent.

Liu Bufan was unwilling to do anything, and wanted to forcibly urge this sword several times, but he still gave up.

He was not a water-attribute cultivator in the first place, and his spiritual power and sword did not match.

Besides, with his current strength, he can't control this sword at all, and if he forcibly urges it, he will not only hurt himself, but also others.

Liu Bufan was frustrated in his heart, seeing an opportunity to bring down Ou Yun slip away in front of him, how could he be willing in his heart?

Besides, he originally planned to sell Ye Changsheng a favor by the way.

News came from the Nine Winds Province, Tianbao Pavilion, Iron Sword Gate, the Huang Family in the Capital City, the Beifeng Hall, and all the black hands that reached out to the Asking Sword Hall were almost all cut off.

These people didn't know that they had already been betrayed by the King of the North Sea, and they had long been exposed to the sight of the Ye family and the Sanchuan Alliance.

The Ye family's counterattack was swift and fierce, and almost overnight, they wiped out all these people and killed them all.

However, the four or five swordsmiths of the Excalibur Villa were only slightly injured and escaped.

It was not because of how big Liu Bufan's face was, but because Ye Changsheng thought about the face of everyone who was also a swordsmith, so he let these people go.

This favor Liu Bufan can't help but receive, and he doesn't dare not return this favor.

To put it mildly, with today's Ye Changsheng, even if he can't completely bring down the Liu family, it is enough to make the Liu family's vitality hurt.

Just when Liu Bufan's mind was heavy, he heard Ou Yun say coldly: "Master Liu, your hands are going to freeze!"

Liu Bufan woke up suddenly, and with a force of his palm, the ice chips covering his skin fell down.

Unwilling, he put Mu Tianzi's sword back into the scabbard.

Ou Yun sneered, but his hanging heart was put down steadily, and he secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was Liu Bufan, a waste who probed this sword, if it was a different person, I am afraid that he would really see what clues.

Ou Yun suddenly became suspicious again, could it be that Ye Changsheng really saw something?

If this is the case, this person will definitely not be able to stay.

A trace of fierce murderous intent flashed through Ou Yun's squinted eyes.

Late at night, Liu Bufan, under the guidance of two warriors from the Refiner Guild, entered a small living room in the back garden.

With a bang, the two doors closed, and Liu Bufan was startled, and couldn't help but turn around and glance at the closed door.

Turning around, Liu Bufan's sickly face barely squeezed out a smile, and bowed his head to the few people in the seat.

The five people present, Master Daoyun of the Fayan Sect, Master Xuanguang of Cifu Temple, Lu Zixin, the mountain chief of Wenshan Academy, Man Tianyun, the vice president of the General Association of Refiners, and Mo Longfeng, the hall master of the North Wind Hall.

Except for Mo Longfeng, the other four people are higher than him in terms of status and identity, and Mo Longfeng can be regarded as half of his peers.

Liu Bufan forced himself to calm down and said: "A few people are looking for it, I don't know what is going on?"

He couldn't be sure that these people were looking for their own purposes, so he was more cautious.

Lu Zixin asked solemnly: "Lord Liuzhuang, have you seen anything from that Mu Tianzi sword today?"

Liu Bufan's heart suddenly burst into his heart, revealing a wry smile, and said cautiously: "Let a few people laugh, I just feel that something is not right, but I can't see what is wrong, I must have made a mistake in Xia." ”

The abbot of Cifu Temple, Master Xuanguang, said solemnly: "Lord Liuzhuang, you are not mistaken, there is indeed a problem with that sword!"

Liu Bufan was in good spirits, but he showed a stunned expression.

Mo Longfeng of the North Wind Hall also looked stunned, but he was not pretending, but he was really shocked.

As the hall master of the North Wind Hall and one of the three sword-forging masters of the Yunlong Principality, Mo Longfeng has the youngest qualifications and the youngest.

For a long time, Mo Longfeng was dominated by Master Ou Yun and Liu Bufan, especially Master Ou Yun, who could be said to be half of his mentor.

Now how could he not be shocked to hear that there was something wrong with the Mu Tianzi Sword that Master Ouyun relied on to become famous, and it was a big problem?

In the atmosphere of slaughter, Lu Zixin took out Mu Tianzi's sword and handed it directly to Master Xuanguang.

Master Xuanguang stood up, nodded to Master Daoyun, and with a pout, drew his long sword.

Xuanguang's expression was solemn, his cold eyes looked at the snowy sword blade, his left hand was opened, and he slowly raised it, and his palm flashed with golden Buddha light in an instant.

A mighty and pure Buddhist aura swept through the small living room in an instant, and it also diluted Mu Tianzisen's cold coercion.

Mo Longfeng and Liu Bufan were amazed, people in Buddhism rarely made a move, so their strength was unfathomable.

Today, when they saw Master Xuanguang, he completely suppressed the aura of Mu Tianzi's sword with just a gesture, this strength was unfathomable!

The breath of Buddhism enters the sky of the rising sun, so that everyone's body and mind stretch out a warmth, and there is an uplifting and high-spirited atmosphere.

When Sen Leng's aura was completely suppressed, Master Xuanguang suddenly shouted angrily, and his palm, which flashed with golden light, slapped on the sword.

The King Kong lion roared, and everyone drank like a stick, but their minds were blank.

On the bright blade of Mu Tianzi's sword, a thin black line suddenly appeared.

The thin lines seemed to be alive, scurrying around the sword's body, as if it was avoiding the invasion of the Buddha's light.

However, it was soon forced to the tip of the sword, and with nowhere to hide, the black lines let out a terrible scream.

The black mist spread upward, and in the cold dead air, a hideous humanoid face suddenly appeared!

(End of chapter)