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A black line took Baomu Zhongyang as the origin and shot in front of Jiang Jinhui's sword. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The remaining black shadow seemed to divide the sky above Chongxu Peak in two, with a cloudless sky above and a clear sky below.

And as Baomu Zhongyang took out the sword, there were suddenly a few more voices of discussion below.

"Hey, it's not the sun!"

As we all know, Baomu Zhongyang's spirit sword was broken in two by Yuan Qingwu in the sect competition.

Although the heart of Baomu Zhongyang can be restored in a short period of time under the repair of many combined powers, the spirit sword buried in the sword mound is not something that can be repaired by Qin Lu They say that it can be repaired.

Sure enough, against Jiang Jinhui's spirit sword, it was not the spirit sword Scorching Sun, which became famous with Baomu Zhongyang, but a simple heavy sword.

But the strange thing is that this heavy sword is actually missing the tip of the sword!

"No......"

"What wouldn't?"

"I ...... I think I've seen this sword in a painting! ”

"Painting? What paintings? ”

"Oh, that's the one, the one we all have to worship when we apprentice!"

"Shhhh

Several of the disciples of the Ethereal Peak gathered together and muttered a few words, and finally, they all let out a gasping sound.

The disciples who were not in the same vein around them probed to inquire about the sword, and when they got the answer, they were also speechless and disbelievable.

The heavy sword with the tip of the sword broken was actually the spirit sword used by the first generation of Ethereal Peak Lords!

Baomu Zhongyang actually got such an inheritance?

Then what's the matter with Jiang Jinhui! Let's disperse as soon as possible, stay here, and hold the stinky feet of the next peak master determined in the Ethereal Peak?

Isis was also a member of the audience watching the battle at this time, even if he was a little far away, the conversations of those ethereal disciples still fell into his ears word for word.

But......

Isn't it great that the first generation of peak masters used it?

According to his observations, the blunt sword in Baomu Zhongyang's hand, although its psionic structure had been perfected by its previous master to the point of reaching its peak, still had an obvious weakness.

This weakness was obvious to all, but because the story that accompanied the sword was so legendary, and the people who once held it were so great, that the natives turned a blind eye to it.

That sword was broken, wasn't it?

It's just a waste sword, what's there to be afraid of.

"Heh, Baomu Zhongyang seems to have a soft spot for broken swords, so we might as well break this sword more thoroughly." Issi skillfully used his own way to convey a voice to Jiang Jinhui and said, "Don't care about the blade of that sword, its hardness is not something you can penetrate now."

Now, do whatever you can to attack its broken tip!

A thousand, about a thousand, and the winner will be revealed! ”

Jiang Jinhui struck a thousand times with all his strength, and the place where the fracture was probably filled by later generations, and the psionic structure that was somewhat incompatible with other complete structures could be destroyed in an instant.

The sound of Is's pointing suddenly sounded in his head, and Jiang Jinhui didn't care, this is really a normal thing among monks.

But he ignored that the alien transmission of the Iss was secret, and there was no mana fluctuation at all.

It was like Jiang Jinhui's own thoughts, guiding Jiang Jinhui's thoughts without disobedience, and then directing his movements, so that he had no distractions, staring at the tip of the Baomu Zhongyang Heavy Sword.

Stab!

Chop!

Chop!

Chop!

And Baomu Zhongyang on the opposite side, under Jiang Jinhui's repeated attacks, really became a little out of place!

What's going on?

Why did this divine sword left by the ancestors become so weird?!

A trace of doubt flashed in Baomu Zhongyang's heart, but with his divine thoughts in the foundation building period, there was no way to know what had happened to the divine sword, and what kind of impact Jiang Jinhui's series of reckless blows had on this divine sword!

Before, the divine sword of the Imperial Envoy of Baomu Zhongyang was like an excellent junior who was fortunate to receive the guidance of his predecessors.

His own skills far beyond ordinary foundation building, coupled with Excalibur's accumulated combat experience over the years, made their combination play a far greater than two effects.

But now, the old grandfather in the hands of the Son of Destiny was cut out by Jiang Jinhui, and the old disease recurred, and he was in danger!

"Bang!"

Nine hundred and ninety-eight.

"Bang!"

Nine hundred and ninety-nine.

"Bang!"

Thousand!

"Click......

An extremely subtle cracking sound came from Baomu Zhongyang's heavy sword.

Baomu Zhongyang's face turned from white to blue in an instant, and regardless of the thousandth and first sword that Jiang Jinhui had already chopped, he stubbornly supported the protective shield around him to block this sword, and the old antique divine sword was quickly taken back by him.

The scorching sun has been broken, if this divine sword left by the old ancestor is also broken by Yuan Qingwu, Baomu Zhongyang is afraid that he will not be sent to the wilderness, but will be dismantled by his master......

"Why, what about your sword, don't you dare to show it again?"

Jiang Jinhui is not Is, since Baomu Zhongyang took the lead in collecting the sword, he will not bully the unarmed juniors, and he also summoned the spirit sword back.

With his empty hands, Baomu Zhongyang involuntarily shook his hands into fists, and asked Jiang Jinhui fiercely, "What did you do to Yanguang?" ”

"Hahahaha, Yanguang? The descendants of the descendants have not known who has cut it off, are you sure that the sword can continue the mantle inheritance of your Ethereal Peak? Hahaha......"

In the audience, a low-level disciple was so carried away by Elder Jiang Jinhui's words that he unconsciously raised his arm, but accidentally touched a female disciple next to him.

The male disciple hurriedly turned his head and wanted to make a loss, but found that he was ......

"Hey, Senior Sister Tanghua, why are you standing here?"

Hearing the familiar name "Tanghua", several deaf and clear-eyed disciples around couldn't help but turn their heads curiously, and look, hey! Sure enough, it was Senior Sister Tanghua of the Ethereal Peak.

But why didn't Senior Sister Tanghua stand in the pile of puppies on the opposite side of the Ethereal Peak, but instead stood on their side? It can't always be...... Wrong, right?

"Hehe, senior sister, why are you standing here? On the other side, it's the base camp of your Ethereal Peak! ”

Dare to make fun of Xuan Tanghua like this, but it is an acquaintance, Lin Honglu.

His cultivation is the highest in this group of people, and as a disciple of Qiu Feichang, Yuan Qingwu's junior disciple is also the closest to Xuan Tanghua.

If someone else comes, how can there be this dagonia that dares to tease the ethereal peak!

Xuan Tanghua's face was not obvious, but his ears were hot and red, and a pair of big watery eyes looked to the left uncomfortably, so as to avoid Lin Honglu's scrutiny on the right, but he happened to see the figure standing alone.

Hmph, it's not because this enemy chose to stand here!