"Stop!" Tie Yun's angry shout shook the small building.

Ye Changsheng had expected it, turned around, and stood calmly.

Tie Yun's face was gloomy and he slowly walked down the stairs.

The broken swords and fragments all over the ground were bright and shaking, and the stabbing made Tie Yun's eyes red.

For this grand opening ceremony, Tieyingtang pushed away all orders, worked day and night, and cast one thousand and eighty-eight long swords.

Each long sword is in the middle grade of the trial level, the texture, appearance, and scabbard are exactly the same, so that the most perfect and gorgeous Taiji diagram can be spliced.

As it turned out, their efforts were not in vain.

Every dignitary who came to the scene, every guest who came to congratulate him, when he saw the huge Taiji diagram from the second floor, he would let out a heartfelt exclamation.

Whether it was Tie Yun himself or the guys of the Iron Eagle Hall, they were all immersed in great glory and satisfaction.

They even saw the sight of the whole city of people rushing into the Iron Eagle Hall, just to watch the gorgeous Tai Chi.

They even saw a wonderful scene of thousands of heads, just to snap up a sword from the Iron Eagle Hall.

However, all this, which should have been beautiful, was ruthlessly destroyed by a poem by Ye Changsheng.

One thousand and eighty-eight long swords, shattered to the ground!

The gorgeous Tai Chi is gone!

Five million silver, in ashes!

In the eyes of others, the scene of the broken sword flying wildly was dazzling and colorful, but in Tie Yun's eyes, it was disillusionment, but it was impermanence.

The broken swords all over the ground, the fragments all over the ground, were bright, like an exploding icy lake, and the bed of the corpse of a whitebait.

The corners of Tie Yun's eyes twitched violently, he looked at Ye Changsheng on the other side, and said hoarsely: "Virtuous nephew, shouldn't you give the old man an explanation?!"

All the guests were silent and looked at Ye Changsheng one after another.

How did Ye Changsheng do it?

He didn't move, just recited a poem, and let thousands of fine long swords shatter to the ground?

Could it be that this is the legendary magic skill?

The rumors are true, Ye Changsheng is a demon cultivator?

Ye Changsheng casually picked up a broken sword from the ground and sighed lightly: "Your mold, your material formula, there are problems, so the swords cast are all with the same dark wounds. Didn't you notice that all the parts of the sword were broken, almost identical?"

The guests were shocked in their hearts, and they all bowed their heads, followed Ye Changsheng's example, and picked up the broken sword from the ground.

When several people spliced the broken swords together, in contrast, sure enough, the positions of the broken swords were exactly the same!

Ye Changsheng looked at Tie Yun's hideous face and continued: "The sound that came out below just stimulated the dark wounds of these long swords, and it only accelerated their breakage, that's all. ”

The guests suddenly realized that they probably understood the reason, but they still felt incredible.

Can ordinary people see the dark wound in the sword?

Can the average person know the sound that stimulates these dark wounds?

The average person can stimulate more than a thousand swords at the same time, so that they break at the same time?

Even if you know, how many people can really do it?

Casting a sword, the name of Ye Changsheng's genius is well deserved!

Fortunately, they didn't wear the long sword of the Iron Eagle Hall, and they didn't take it away to give it away.

The hidden dangers of these swords are so big, there are several secret wounds, and they will kill people!

After rejoicing, everyone looked at Tie Yun regretfully, and their feelings were inevitably a little complicated.

Ye Changsheng won, won with a personable appearance, and won without dispute.

Tie Yingtang lost, lost in terms of skill and lost without controversy.

Let's ask after today, who would dare to buy the sword of the Iron Eagle Hall, even if there is the secret support of the Huang family?

Die before you can get started, this saying couldn't be more appropriate when used on Tie Yun's body.

Tie Yun's hideous face was almost oozing blood, and he suddenly said angrily: "Ye Changsheng, the old man was kind enough to invite you here, but you used a conspiracy and tricks to damage the sword in my shop, and now you are slandering my Tieying Hall, what are your intentions?!"

Can't afford to lose, want to cheat?

Ye Changsheng looked at Tie Yun in surprise, and his gaze gradually became cold.

"Tie Yun, how many people have been killed by the sword of Tie Ying Tang in Taolin Town, don't you count in your heart?" Ye Changsheng said coldly, "Even if God lets you go, those unjust souls who died tragically in the Black Wind Ridge will not let you go!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but be in an uproar, and looked at Tie Yun in shock.

Tie Yun's eyes flashed with fierce murderous intent: "Ye Changsheng, give me death!"

The ten fingers of his hands were bent, and in an instant they were covered with a metallic sheen, like two steel claws made of stainless steel.

The fragments of the broken sword all over the ground, pulled by Tieyun's sharp claws, were suspended in the air, converging into a huge silver wave, sweeping towards Ye Changsheng.

The pinnacle of the Transformation Spirit Realm?!

Ye Changsheng couldn't help but be moved, grabbed Feng Dabao and Tian Wenxiu, and slid backwards quickly.

Almost at the same time, Qiu Tianzuo fell from the sky, blocking the front, stretching his arms and slowly drawing a circle.

"Buzz!"

The overwhelming silver waves suddenly slowed down, and countless sharp blades were suspended in front of Qiu Tianzuo.

With the swing of Qiu Tianzuo's arm, the suspended blades were instantly spliced into a Tai Chi, and the disc rotated.

"Go!"

Qiu Tianzuo shouted angrily and pushed forward with both palms.

The silver light flashed Taiji, like a huge silver plate, roaring towards the iron cloud opposite.

"Boom!"

Tai Chi exploded, and countless sharp blades flew around, like a silver snake dancing wildly.

The aggressive sound is endless, and the small wooden building is full of holes in an instant.

Tie Yun's face turned pale, he staggered back and sat down on the stairs.

The building is collapsing!

I don't know who shouted, and the guests who were hiding woke up like a dream and rushed out.

In the blink of an eye, the street was full of people, and even the shopkeeper and men of the Iron Eagle Hall escaped.

Everyone was shocked and looked towards the small building of the Iron Eagle Hall.

The jubilant little building, with its tooth-sore sound, slowly tilted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The hall master of the Iron Eagle Hall, Tie Yun, walked out of the gate with his face covered in blood and his hair scattered, and his soul was lost.

Lost, Tieying Hall lost, defeated.

A century-old family, ruined!

The old tears were rampant, and Tie Yun staggered around and looked at the glittering gold plaque.

Ancestors and ancestors, iron clouds are not good!

"Boom!"

The two-story small building covered in red and colorful collapsed!

The hustle and bustle of smoke and dust engulfed Tie Yun's figure in an instant, and a huge red flower rolled on the ground, rolling to the bottom of the steps of the Sword Pavilion.

Tian Wenxiu stood on the steps with his hands in his hands, couldn't help but shake his head, turned around and walked into the Wenjian Pavilion.

Seeing him get up the Zhu Tower, seeing him feasting on his guests, seeing him collapse the building.

The door of the Sword Pavilion slowly closed, and the back of the young man in the wheelchair disappeared from everyone's sight.