The brave qi carried by the fish intestine sword became more and more vigorous after the nine unknown sword lights were integrated into the body of the pastoral path. The crazy rise of momentum made the aura in the body of the pastoral path run automatically.

Subconsciously, Mu Jinglu's mind moved, and the broken sword in his hand loomed, and then turned into the appearance of a fish intestine sword. After the surging aura ran through the whole body, a huge part of it was condensed on the right hand of the pastoral path.

The fish intestine sword in Mu Jinglu's hand was only one foot eight inches long, and a red sword light appeared with a buzz, extending to the length of Zhang Yu.

The sword light seemed to be alive, and he breathed one by one. After three breaths, with a bang, all the sword rays suddenly retracted into the sword body of the fish intestine sword.

The moment the sword shrank, a poem suddenly appeared in Mu Jinglu's mind.

"Qingfeng did not reveal the fish intestines, as if accompanied by the fragrance of plum branches and phoenixes. The broken blade does not need the clothes of the brave, only the king is famous through the ages. ”

The seven-word quatrain, word by word is engraved in the mind of the pastoral path, and each impression will make the entire sea of knowledge of the pastoral path road shocked.

However, unlike the previous overturning of the river and the sea, the vibration of each word of the seven-word quatrain will make the knowledge of the sea of the pastoral path more and more solid.

Holding the fish intestine sword tightly, Mu Jinglu stood for a long time, and suddenly roared and shouted: "Ah... Drink!"

"Hidden fish intestines!"

With a light leap, the pasture path rose three zhang high, and then suddenly disappeared into the air, and in the blink of an eye, it appeared on the mountainside of more than ten zhang in the sword mound, holding the fish intestine sword in both hands, and stabbed lightly at the mountain.

Compared with the mountain, the pastoral path is like a bird, inconspicuous, and it seems to be imposing, but the mountain has not changed in the slightest.

The pastoral path that pierced the hill did not stop. With a kick of his legs, like a spinning top, he catapulted into the air, and the fish intestine sword in his hand waved lightly at some point, and shouted again: "Companion Fish!"

An almost imperceptible sword aura shot out from the body of the spinning pasture path, still silently submerging into the top of Fang Cai's mountain.

When the trail spun to a height of nearly 10 zhang, it seemed to have reached the limit of the trail's bounce and suddenly came to a halt. In mid-air, the pastoral path stiffened his waist and abdomen, and his body turned around and slammed down to the ground.

Mu Jinglu held the fish intestine sword in his hand, and swooped down towards the top of the mountain, and continued to shout in his mouth: "Broken Yongyi!"

With that, the speed of the descent of the pasture road increased sharply, and with a bang, it disappeared as if it had been buried in tofu.

There was suddenly no sound in the sword mound, and the silence was terrifying. Only the sword slave outside the sword mound was shocked. The three moves placed on the pastoral path are more ferocious than the other. The sword slave clearly felt that from the third move that was comparable to the first move of the late stage of the Red Order, which surpassed the middle of the middle stage of the Orange Order, that fierce and terrifying murderous aura.

Although there is no real killing intent in the murderous aura of the pasture road.

"Boom!" a dull stomping sounded, and then two more words came from the hill that had just rushed into the pasture road: "Good name!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a loud bang, and the mountain that was more than ten feet tall exploded in an instant, splitting into countless pieces of rubble that were only fists or even smaller, and spread out around the sword mound.

The mountain disappeared, and the entire sword mound was rarely seen covered with dust.

The sword slave looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment, looking for the figure of the pasture path in the dust.

"Ahem, ahem...", a grumbling voice came from the dust: "Damn, that's not how the blast is played." ”

When the sword slave heard the sound, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he stared at the looming figure in the dust with disdain.

At this time, the sword slave's injuries had recovered a lot, and the aura in his body had been able to mobilize. With a slight wave of his hand, the sword slave swept away the dust in the sky.

At this time, the fish intestines in Mu Jinglu's hand had disappeared, and his whole body was very embarrassed by the dust.

Mu Jinglu looked at the sword mound that was becoming more and more gray around him, scratched his head in embarrassment, and walked towards the sword slave next to the stone gate.

"Sword slave seniors, juniors didn't mean it. ”

"I know. The sword slave twitched the corners of his mouth, nodded angrily and helplessly, and then said dissatisfiedly: "If you get the sword, leave!"

"Uh-huh. Good drops. Not to be blamed by the sword slave, the pastoral path was like a chicken pecking at food, nodding constantly, eager to leave immediately.

Just as the sword slave waved his sword finger and was about to summon the light gate that entered and exited the sword shrine, Mu Jinglu's hand reached out to the sword slave.

"Sword slave senior, wait. Mu Jinglu grabbed the fragment of the sword blade stuck in the sword slave's shoulder and tore it down: "Senior, you are injured!"

The sword slave looked at the bleeding wound on the sword's own shoulder, and then looked at the pastoral path in confusion.

Uncle, do you have any common sense? If you are injured by a sharp blade, can you pull it out directly like this? If Lao Dao is just a mortal, you pull it out, don't Lao Dao go directly to see Dao Ancestor?

Without waiting for the sword slave to open his mouth and scold, Mu Jinglu had already taken out a bottle of Yellow Order's hemostatic powder, and the whole bottle was poured on top of the sword slave's wound.

I'll go to your uncle, you kid knows that the Sword Pavilion is poor, and he wastes the pill so much?

However, the pastoral path is also kind, and the sword slave can't bear to scold. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and then he asked casually: "Those three moves are the sword moves of the Excalibur?"

"Hmm!" Mu Jinglu replied casually, holding the jade bottle in his right hand and shaking on the shoulder of the sword slave to stop the bleeding, while staring at the fragment of the sword kernel in his left hand in confusion and wondering: "Huh, why is it so familiar?"

The sword slave looked at the fucking expression of Mu Jinglu, and was ready to scold as soon as he opened his mouth.

Without waiting for the sword slave to speak, Mu Jinglu threw the jade bottle in his right hand at random, and with a slight touch, a fragment of a sword blade similar to that of his left hand appeared.

Mu Jinglu's movements made Jian Ren stunned, and without waiting for Jian Ren to ask, Mu Jing Lu pulled out the broken sword from his waist again.

"Wowhaha, broken sword fragments, whaha..."

Pastoral path put the broken sword and two fragments of the broken sword on the ground, put them together, and laughed wildly.

The laughing Mujinglu and the stunned sword slave didn't notice it, and when the blade fragments and the broken sword were put together, the atmosphere of the entire sword mound suddenly became depressed and monotonous.

The atmosphere of sorrow and heroism suddenly disappeared, and only awe remained.

Yes, awe. It is the awe of the sword in the sword mound to the direction where the two of them are located.

The aura of awe had just condensed, and the broken sword hilt and blade fragments on the ground suddenly emitted a soft light, illuminating the entire sword shrine.

Not only inside the Sword Shrine, but also in the Sword Pavilion outside the Sword Shrine, countless golden rays of light could be seen, passing through the clouds and shooting into the earth and sky.

The golden light passed through the clouds and not only illuminated the entire Sword Mountain, but also illuminated the entire Poor Mountain, and then continued to spread around, and in a few breaths, the entire Liangzhou saw a strange scene.

The appearance of the golden light was only in the blink of an eye, and then it disappeared, and the people and monks of the entire Liangzhou were curious about the poor mountain that emitted the golden light. Even though they knew that the poor mountain was extremely dangerous, many monks immediately grabbed their weapons and rushed towards the poor mountain alone or in groups.

And at this time, in the sword shrine, the golden light that rushed to the sky disappeared. However, the hilt and blade fragments of the broken sword that emitted golden light still emitted a faint golden light, floating in the air.

"it! It's together, it's together!"

The phenomenon of automatic fusion of artifacts in the imagination of the pastoral path appeared, and he was shocked and delighted at the same time.

The sword slave on the side was even more stunned, and he also raised his head to look into the air, not even knowing that the coat and hat on his head had fallen an inch.

"Senior, senior, my sword is fused. Mu Jinglu excitedly beckoned the sword slave to look at the hilt and blade fragments, and was stunned to find that the sword slave's mouth and chin had been exposed.

"I'll go, so white skin. ”

Looking at the sword slave's skin, which was fairer and more delicate than that of a woman, Mu Jinglu exclaimed softly.

The sword slave was awakened by the exclamation of Mu Jinglu, and quickly lowered his head and pulled his coat and hat down.

Could it be the kind of beautiful man who is more handsome than a fairy in the legend? But how can that sexy chin and lips be so familiar? Mu Jinglu pursed the corners of his lips disdainfully, and at the same time thought with some curiosity.

Let's take a look at my sword fit first. Pastoradi retracted his thoughts and shifted his gaze to the hilt and fragments of his sword in mid-air.

The golden light was very bright, but the range of the shot was only two or three feet, and most of it shot upward. The golden light emitted formed a light curtain. As the golden light continued, the light curtain gradually became brighter.

After the light curtain was formed, the illusion seen by the pasture path in the Dinghu Lake was once again displayed.

After the illusion was revealed, more scenes began to appear, with great battles between various races, and great battles between various races and anomare.

Before Pastoral Road could figure out what Broken Sword was trying to imply by displaying these scenes, the golden light suddenly dimmed, and the light curtain disappeared into midair.

"That's it?"

The pastoral path muttered to himself, and while he was still unfinished, he became more and more confused.

"What's over?"

Mu Jinglu looked at the puzzled sword slave in confusion, and asked in surprise, "Didn't the senior see the scene on the light curtain just now?"

"Light curtain?scene?" The sword slave was stunned at first, and then looked at the pastoral path with a solemn face and said, "Maybe only you can see it yourself." Since the Nameless Excalibur is only for you to see, don't tell anyone in the future. ”

Mu Jinglu naturally understands that perhaps the illusion in the sword curtain is related to some unsightly secret. The truth of the guilt of the pastor is still understood.

Shout... Airplanes!!!

Suddenly, from behind the pasture path and the sword slave, there was a heaven-shattering voice.

Pastoral Road was taken aback and quickly turned around. The sword slave was a lot calmer, and turned his head slightly. But when he saw the sword words in the sky, the sword slave was not calm again.

For the second time, there was a scene of ten thousand swords returning to their ancestors. Unlike the Ten Thousand Swords in the Sky caused by the Pastoral Path, this time tens of thousands of swords were floating in the air, and the Sword Slave clearly noticed that they were taking off for this broken sword that was merging.

Just like the ministers see the king, tens of thousands of treasures are all sword heads downward, and the sword handles are facing upwards, like a posture of worship, constantly shaking up and down in mid-air.

With the perception of the sword slave blue level, he could clearly feel that the momentum of tens of thousands of swords kept surging towards the broken sword that was fusing it, as if tens of thousands of monks were thinking that they were powerful and helping the broken sword repair its injuries.

In the impression of the sword slave, no matter how spiritual the sword spirit is, it will only have the nature of the sword and the little heart of the sword owner. Such a humanoid scene made the sword slave so frightened in his heart.

Moreover, the swords in the sword mound are not ordinary, even if they are like the fish intestines recovered by the pastoral path, they will not make these sword spirits bow down, let alone a broken sword.

What is the origin of this sword? The sword slave thought in surprise, looked at the broken sword that was still fused, and then looked at the pasture path with an excited and dazed face, and frowned under his coat.

I don't know how long it took, the fused broken sword suddenly brightened again, and then it was violently retracted, returning to a slightly broken appearance.

The broken sword disappeared, and the tens of thousands of swords in the sword mound did not stop at all, and returned to their original positions, and then remained motionless, like respectful soldiers treating their own generals.

In the eyes of the sword slave, it is broken, but in the eyes of Mu Jinglu, the broken sword at this time already looks very luxurious.

At least a lot of decaying black and yellow rust on the sword body has fallen a lot, and the golden sword body can still be faintly seen. Moreover, the lines on the hilt and the blade, which is already nearly a foot long, are much clearer than before.

Although it is still impossible to tell what is carved, from the remaining traces, it can also be seen that this sword must be a handsome sword after recovery.

"Tut-tut, baby, come back when you've had enough!"

Mu Jinglu looked at the broken sword in mid-air with a swaying face, and gently took it out with both hands, as if he was seducing an underage girl, causing the corners of the house slave's mouth on the side to twitch again.

Broken Sword also seemed to hear the call of the pastoral path, and slightly deviated from the blade of the sword, as if looking towards the pastoral path.

Before the pasture path could be happy, the broken sword suddenly flew towards the pasture path.

Mu Jinglu stretched out his right hand, intending to take the broken sword in his hand. However, when Mu Jinglu thought that he could easily grasp the broken sword, the broken sword accelerated in vain, passed through the palm of Mu Jinglu, and with a pop, stabbed directly into Mu Jinglu's chest.

Uh! Pastoral Road looked down in astonishment, looking at the broken sword stuck in his chest.

"Your sister, you actually rebelled and killed the master?"

Mu Jinglu cursed in a low voice, reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, and pulled it out fiercely. The broken sword had just left the chest of the pasture road, and suddenly emitted a huge force, breaking free of the palm of the pasture road, and thrust into the chest of the pasture road with a pop.

At the moment when Broken Sword left the palm of Mujing Lu's hand, Mujing Lu actually felt Broken Sword's excitement and contempt.

A broken sword will actually despise himself, and he is still his master. And what's it excited about? Is it excitement that can drink my blood?

Mu Jinglu was stunned and lowered his head again, and found that after the blood from the chest wound stained the broken sword, it was really sucked clean by the broken sword, and there was not even a trace of blood stains on the crack of the robe.

Mu Jinglu didn't believe in evil, grabbed the hilt of the sword again, and pulled it out violently. As soon as it was pulled out, the broken sword exploded with great force and slammed into the body of Mu Jinglu.

Pull it out again, poke it again. Pull it out, stab it again!

The sword slave on the side was stunned. What a strange broken sword, what a strange master. One pulls hard, the other pokes hard, not to mention, in the eyes of outsiders, the pastoral path is strange and does not shed a drop of blood.

This kid is still a powerful physical cultivator? The stunned sword slave thought speechlessly.

After stabbing more than a dozen times, Mu Jinglu gave up, raised his head, and asked the sword slave for help aggrievedly.

"Senior, help me, this sword rings and sucks up the juniors. ”

The sword slave was stunned for a moment, then quickly took a step forward, came to the pasture path, reached out and grabbed the broken sword, and pulled it out fiercely.

There was a muffled bang, and the sword slave was shocked by the broken sword and flew out. The sword slave who flew out upside down was shocked to find that the broken sword was actually swinging the hilt of the sword at him, as if he was laughing at himself for not being able to do anything.

The sword slave is a blue-level power, and he was ridiculed by a broken sword, so he paid it back. The aura in his body trembled slightly, and the aura under his feet swayed, reflecting back, and the spiritual power of the blue rank was condensed in his hand, suppressing the broken sword.

The sword slave's behavior seems to have angered the broken sword. After trembling his body twice, the sword slave found himself buzzing behind him, which shook the sword slave's ears.

The sword slave was shocked, and quickly turned around to look, and the scene that caught his eyes was tens of thousands of swords volleying up in the sword mound.

Seeing this, the sword slave quickly died down with his physical strength and aura, floating in the air and not daring to move.

The broken sword shook its hilt triumphantly in mid-air, then turned its head happily and plunged into the chest of the pasture path with another pop.

was bullied by a broken sword and didn't dare to move, making the sword slave lose face in front of the pasture road. The sword slave turned around in the air, no longer caring about the sad pasture path.

In fact, it is not that there is no pastoral path.

On the body of the broken sword, the sword slave did not find the slightest demonic breath, and every time the broken sword stabbed the pasture path, it was not a critical point, and the sword slave did not feel the weakening of the vitality of the pasture path, so he thought that the broken sword should only suck some blood from the pasture path, and would not endanger the life of the pasture path.

In the knowledge of the sword slave, I have met all kinds of strange monks and sword spirits, and it is not for nothing that I like to suck blood, but most of the sword spirits did not suppress the resentment of the bloody or dead, and finally fell into the way of evil with the master.

What the sword slave didn't expect was that Mu Jinglu didn't even think about giving up at all, and kept pulling it out. Then the sword slave kept hearing the embarrassing voice on the ground behind him: poof, puff...

I don't know how long it took, and I don't know how many swords Mu Jinglu was stabbed in the chest, Mu Jinglu finally gave up and let his broken sword suck his own blood.

Just when Mu Jinglu thought that Broken Sword was about to start sucking his own essence and blood, Broken Sword seemed to have finally eaten and drunk, and after spitting out a spiritual qi bubble from the front of the blade, he quieted down and returned to Mu Jinglu's right hand.

Damn, you're going to burp with a broken sword!!

Mu Jinglu felt that he had been insulted, and it was the kind of insult that was blown up by a group of people.

After the broken sword quieted down, the sword that flew up in the air also fell back, and the quiet pestle was in its original position, motionless.

failed to subdue the broken sword, and it seems that the sword slave also feels very embarrassed.

After the pasture path was sucked enough blood, he turned his back to the pasture path, raised his sword finger, swiped lightly towards the void, coughed lightly, and said, "Okay, let's go out." ”

Mu Jinglu glared at the back of the sword slave contemptuously, then slapped the broken sword in his right hand fiercely, and stepped into the light gate summoned by the sword slave with a pale face.