"Disobedient!" The old man's face suddenly showed anger, and then he raised his palm, and he didn't see how he moved, and slapped the man in the face with a slap, which was his initiative since the two of them fought. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Poof!" A mouthful of blood spurted out of the clothed man, and he took several steps backwards.

"Why are you scared?" The clothed man wiped his bloodless jaw.

The old man didn't pay attention to him, but waved his right hand high and slapped it on the head of the clothed man, no matter how he dodged, he still couldn't dodge the past.

"Next!" At the moment when the old man's palm was about to hit the man in the cloth, he threw the long sword in his hand to Zhang Wei, in fact, he still had a trace of fantasy in his heart, he thought that his grandfather would never kill him, so he never gave the sword in his hand to Zhang Wei.

The old man slashed on the head of the man in the cloth with one hand, but the sleeve of the other hand shook, and he saw that the sleeve on his arm suddenly became longer, and one rolled up on the long sword that was galloping away, and he caught the sword an inch away from Zhang Wei.

Seeing this, Zhang Wei stretched out his hand to catch the long sword, but he was still swept away by the old man's sleeve, and he missed it for thousands of miles.

'Smack! The sound of the skull cracking, and then I saw the relieved expression on the face of the man in the cloth, looking at Zhang Wei and the others with a smile, revealing a mouth shape; "Forgive Jer!"

However, Zhang Wei just glanced at it and didn't speak, but flew towards the retreating long sword with an arrow step, he knew that if he wanted to subdue the old man, he had to master the long sword first.

The old man withdrew his sleeves, held the long sword in his hand, carefully looked at the long sword in his hand, and gently stroked the palm of his hand, showing a look of remembrance in his eyes.

At that time, the world thought that there was only one sword, but in fact, there were two in the world, which was also the conclusion that he came to after many years of failure.

"For my righteous path, the mighty spirit lasts forever, and the order will be killed!" Zhang Wei used the nirvana that he rarely used, because after using this move, he would not be able to use the forbidden technique for two days, so he only wanted to use it at the most critical time.

The old man obviously knew that Zhang Wei's skills could not cause harm to him, so he still stood there wiping the long sword in his hand.

"Poof!" With a soft sound, Zhang Wei's two fingers pointed at the back of the old man's head, and Zhang Wei's abdomen also inserted a bright sword, and the tail of the sword was still swinging.

At the moment when Zhang Wei had just pointed at the old man, the old man's wrist was just a slight flip, and the old man stabbed in the direction of Zhang Wei without even returning his head. Just after the tip of the sword pierced into Zhang Wei's body, he did not stop, but continued his attack, as if pointing into tofu, and his index finger entered a joint into the skull.

The old man didn't have any expression, raised his hand and hit Zhang Wei's shoulder, and in this way, the sword in Zhang Wei's body flew out upside down.

"Zhang Wei, are you okay?" Lu Qian ran to Zhang Wei's side and asked with concern. And Yang Yumin had already run to the bottom of the steps at this time, looking at her posture and preparing to leave. Xia Hai stood there quietly, he knew that if Zhang Wei hung up, he would not be able to escape, so he chose to continue to stay where he was.

"Ahem!" Zhang Wei only felt that something cold had penetrated into his body, and he couldn't help coughing twice, Lu Qian came to Zhang Wei's side and wiped the blood from the corner of Zhang Wei's mouth with his sleeve.

"You go first!" Zhang Weiwei shouted loudly, he knew that it would be difficult for a few people to retreat, and he could still resist and let them leave first.

"No, even if it's death, I... Nor do I go. Lu Qian originally wanted to say that even if she died, she would die together, but when she thought about it, it seemed to be words between lovers, so she changed her words.

A stream of blood flowed from Zhang Wei's abdomen down the sword to the hilt, and there was a dark red diamond on the hilt, and the blood slowly flowed down the blade to the dark red diamond.

The old man was still floating in the air, looking at the man in the cloth lying on the ground with his mouth open and closing, and the man in the cloth looked at the old man floating in the air with a longing face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Suddenly, the red light flashed in the tomb, and I saw that the dark tomb was slightly golden because of the golden light in the coffin, but at this time, the golden tomb suddenly flashed red.

The old man, who was staring at the man in the cloth, turned around at this time, and when he saw the sword inserted in Zhang Wei's abdomen emitting a red glow, he suddenly showed a shocked gaze, this sword has been used in his hands for hundreds of years, and this has never happened.

The man in the cloth who was lying on the ground and still not dead showed a satisfied smile on his face, after hundreds of years of inquiry, he also happened to be looking for the whereabouts of another sword when he was in the tomb of Xiangyang, when Zhang Wei held the sword, he may not have found anything abnormal, but he, a person with a perennial sword, he could still feel the slight changes in the sword.

Although he really wanted to get another sword, but he was afraid of Zhang Wei, so he knew that the tomb was blown up later, and he didn't get the sword, and he also went to look for it after the tomb was bombed, but the sword even the sarcophagus disappeared, but he had no choice but to use the background of the Bernard family, to be precise, some people in the Bernard family were under his control, and with the influence of the eldest son of the Bernard family, Jer, he framed Zhang Wei, who worked in the Hai Group.

Zhang Wei's right hand was on the hilt of the sword, and the moment he held it on the hilt, he had a feeling of flesh and blood connection with this sword, as if this sword was originally his own.

The old man squinted at the sword that had changed, this sword had been with him for decades, and then he gave it to his grandson when it was useless, but he didn't expect that as his grandson said, he could only play fifty percent of the sword in his own hands, and he could really play seven or eight layers in the hands of the other party.

At this time, Zhang Wei, who was holding the hilt of the sword, suddenly felt that the physical strength he had just lost in his body was recovering like a spring, and several sword styles using dual swords naturally appeared in his mind, although there was only one, but Zhang Wei was confident that he could defeat the old man with this one alone.

It's a confidence that comes from the soul, it's a confidence that comes from the heart, and that's the confidence of the moment you hold the hilt of the sword.

With a "hum", Zhang Wei pulled out the sword inserted in his abdomen, and the sword in his hand emitted a faint red light, as if he was holding a glow stick in his hand.

Seeing this, the old man's index finger slowly turned into a circle in front of him, and he saw a black cloud running in the direction of Zhang Wei in a circle, and he was ready to tie up Zhang Wei like he had just done. (To be continued.) )