"Oh, really?"

Isis glanced at the Zhuji disciple, and in front of him, he danced a sword flower. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The spirit sword of the Zhuji disciple was half reluctant in Yisi's hands, and it was a little more obedient than when he was in his own hands.

The unlucky guy who was betrayed by the spirit sword in this way watched in amazement as Iss "borrowed" his spirit sword, and it was not until his fellow junior brother jerked it from behind him that he completely came to his senses.

"I don't want to die on you!"

"What...... What the? ”

"See for yourself!"

Following the comparison of his fellow disciples, the man looked at the position where he was originally standing, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

He...... What did he see!

O scorching sun, scorching sun!

Baomu Zhongyang's famous natal divine sword Scorching Sun was inserted less than half a meter from his feet. If it hadn't been for the junior brother pulling him just now, he would have been in a different place now!!

The scorching sun, which suffered great humiliation again, was willing to be thrown out of the field by the opponent like this.

Under the gaze of the Ethereal Brothers, the scorching sun shook violently on its own, and dazzling flames ignited around its body, shaking the ring out of a finger's wide opening, like a trapped dragon was born, flying towards the dragon master.

"In the blink of an eye, what really happened in the ring? How did the scorching sun fly here? ”

"Senior brother, you have never said that your spirit sword is actually such a dick, even Uncle Baomu's scorching sun is not its opponent!"

"Huh?"

The disciple of Zhuji looked at his junior brother with a confused expression, what is this talking about! In the situation just now, wasn't it that Uncle Baomu's imperial envoy Lieri wanted to kill Yuan Qingwu's barbarian, but hit him by mistake?

However, what happened in reality was exactly the opposite of what he thought.

It's not that Baomu Zhongyang slashed the wrong target, but that Isi took out his sword and picked away the sword of the little uncle of the Ethereal Peak!

His female horse, his spirit sword, which is mediocre, is really powerful!

"Zheng Zheng", "Ding Ding", "Bang Bang"!

In just an instant, the scorching sun and the spirit sword in Is's hand clashed for hundreds of rounds.

No matter how tricky and strange the scorching sun attacked, the spirit sword in Is's hand seemed to suddenly open its mind, and it always stood in the way of the scorching sun. In the end, he used his strength to throw the scorching sun far away.

"Heh, Uncle Jiang, how about you look at this sword in my hand?"

While talking and laughing, Is, who once again picked the scorching sun away, turned his head slightly and said to Jiang Jinhui.

Jiang Jinhui glanced at Yi Si deeply, shook his head and said, "There are tens of thousands of spirit swords of this quality in the sword mound. ”

"What about the sword in Zhongyang's hand?"

"Oh, the difference between cloud and mud. The scorching sun in Zhongyang's hand, even for an elder like me, is a first-class divine weapon. But this sword in your hand ...... To be honest, even if you use the Heavenly Treasures to refine it, it will be difficult to follow the monk to grow up beyond the Jindan period. ”

After listening to Jiang Jinhui's judgment on the quality of the spirit sword, Iss raised the spirit sword in front of him. Looking at the crystal clear sword, reflecting the eyes of the explorers who belonged to the third universe, he said lightly: "This sword? It says it's called Blue Sky. ”

When the Spirit Sword named Blue Sky heard Isis call it that, he was as happy as a bunch of wild horses that had escaped from the bridle and galloped straight towards the scorching sun.

The next moment, the scorching sun is in the sky, and the sky is clear!

The world always only remembers that there was a unique star shining on that day, but they forget that in addition to the sun, there were also cloudless skies and blue skies that day, and the whole sky was as clear as a mirror, reflecting the emperor and all living beings.

"Boom !!!"

The collision between the scorching sun and the blue sky can be said to be the tip of the needle against Maimang.

But no matter what the cultivation of the Second Sword Driver was, in the final analysis, the quality of the scorching sun was more than that of the blue sky, and before the storm in the ring settled, everyone sentenced the latter to death in their hearts.

Why, what other outcome could not have happened?