Mitomon, outside the mountain gate.

Qin Hao was sitting on the grass, holding a fragrant tea in his hand, and was savoring it.

The broken long knife was inserted in front of him, and the blade flowed with the aura of Gengjin, which made many disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect red-eyed.

Inside the Imperial Sword Gate, an elder jumped out and rebuked Qin Hao: "Dog Demon, what skills do you have to teach us, who do you think you are?

This elder was unimpressed with Qin Hao, he knew that Qin Hao was highly accomplished in swordsmanship and had some cultivation in Buddhism, but he had never heard of Qin Hao being able to use a sword.

Qin Hao ignored it, he didn't bother to talk to these people, he was very busy, and after this fight, he had to go to the next one.

After waiting for a long time, Qin Hao didn't see anyone fighting, so he urged: "Why, no one dares to fight?" Tell your master to come out, if I lose, I will be your mountain demon and guard the mountain gate for you." If your master loses, the Imperial Sword Gate will surrender to Canaan, and the demon clan miscellaneous servants in the gate will be free. ”

"Arrogance, it's up to you, and you are also worthy of our master?"

A disciple walked out, stood in front of Qin Hao, and signed up for himself: "In the sky under the land, come and ask Your Excellency for advice!"

Qin Hao continued to drink tea, ignoring this disciple, in his opinion, the other party was not worthy of fighting with him.

Qin Hao's contemptuous attitude made the disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect itch with hatred.

"Imperial Sword Gate Lu Changkong, please give me advice!"

Lu Changkong was furious, so he signed up again, and then swung his knife to kill Qin Hao.

He didn't care whether Qin Hao should fight or not, he directly shot at Qin Hao, he felt that Qin Hao could ignore himself, so he could also ignore Qin Hao.

It's a pity that it takes strength to ignore others, and obviously he doesn't have such strength.

I saw that Lu Changkong slashed Qin Hao's neck, but Qin Hao still didn't respond, and was still drinking tea by himself.

Soon, the blade approached Qin Hao's neck.

At this time, Qin Hao suddenly made a move, and his backhand was a slap, shattering Lu Changkong's big knife, and then he bent his fingers and popped out, sending Lu Changkong flying out.

Qin Hao continued to taste tea, and from beginning to end, he didn't even raise his head.

Lu Changkong's body flew upside down and fell back into the Imperial Sword Gate, where several Imperial Sword Gate disciples caught him.

He looked at Qin Hao outside the mountain gate, and then looked at the only remaining hilt in his hand, and suddenly his vest was cold, he finally knew how thick he was just now.

Qin Hao's hand suppressed all the disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect, and they all kept silent, not daring to despise Qin Hao anymore.

"I'm here for advice!"

An elder of the Imperial Sword Gate walked out of the mountain gate and flew in front of Qin Hao.

This person's name is Sun Wenjin, the peak strength of the Imperial Sky Realm, and he is the chief Imperial Sword Elder of the Imperial Sword Sect.

Qin Hao still ignored it, even if the other party was an Imperial Sword Elder, he didn't look at it.

"Your Excellency is too high, and even I am not worthy of playing with you?"

Sun Wenjin was a little annoyed, Qin Hao despised those disciples, even he, the Imperial Sword Elder, had to be despised, what a arrogance this was.

Qin Hao drank a cup of tea, he looked up at Sun Jinwen, pointed to the broken long knife in front of him, and said, "If you can use it to use it to learn from your sect, I will fight you." ”

"Good!"

Sun Jinwen was not convinced, and stepped forward to pull out the broken long knife.

However, when he actually held the long knife in his hand, his heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

Because, the broken long knife is too heavy.

The knives used by the ordinary disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect weigh about one or two hundred catties, and the knives used by the elders are about four hundred to six hundred catties.

The sword used by the Imperial Sword Elder weighs at least more than 800 catties.

And the heaviest knife in the entire Imperial Sword Gate is the "Ming Hong" used by Wan Tianhai, the master of the Imperial Sword Gate, weighing 1,700 catties.

However, the broken long knife that Qin Hao usually used was far several times higher than Ming Hong, reaching five thousand catties.

Ming Hong belongs to the heaven-level magic weapon, and in the entire Canaan country, it can be said to be the top 30 weapons.

But in front of Qin Hao's broken knife, Ming Hong only had to bow his head, even if the broken long knife was a broken dragon weapon, but the emaciated camel was bigger than a horse, and the broken long knife was never comparable to a heaven-level magic weapon like Ming Hong.

"This ...... It's a good knife!"

Sun Wenjin looked at the broken long knife, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but admire.

After that, he inserted the broken long knife back into the ground, saluted Qin Hao, with a humble attitude, and said sincerely: "Your Excellency's knife, the old man is extremely difficult to even pick up, let alone use the Three Absolute Swords of the Sea, Your Excellency does have the capital to be proud of the old decay, and the old decay submits defeat." ”

Qin Hao nodded, continued to drink tea, and replied: "It's good to know the fun, today I only block the mountain gate and don't kill anyone." ”

Qin Hao has a strange power, five thousand catties in his hand is no different from playing around, among all his weapons, the broken long knife is not the heaviest.

The heaviest weapon is the destruction of all ten sides behind him.

Although Qin Hao didn't know how heavy it was, every time he waved it in his hand, he would feel a little difficult.

Especially after the sword and soul were united, Qin Hao felt that the extinction of the ten directions was really heavy, and he roughly estimated that the extinction of the ten directions would weigh about 30,000 catties.

Therefore, unless it is absolutely necessary, he will not use all directions to annihilate.

This kind of demon knife, which consumes both dragon energy, energy, and physical strength, is more reliable to keep as a killer feature.

Sun Wenjin retreated into the mountain gate and informed Qin Hao's situation to Wan Tianhai, the master of the Royal Sword Gate.

Wan Tianhai was taken aback and said in surprise: "Is it really heavier than my sword?"

"Yes, Sect Master, at least twice as much as your Minghong Sword. ”

Sun Wenjin nodded and replied, looking serious.

Wan Tianhai sat down with a shocked expression, and only came back to his senses after a long time, and sighed: "This dog demon is really a veritable demon, and he can even control such a knife." ”

At this time, a disciple outside the study reported: "Door master, senior brother of the knife idiot is here." ”

"Let him in. ”

Wan Tianhai was overjoyed, he didn't want to surrender to Canaan, and the knife idiot was his only hope.

The knife idiot learned the knife at the age of three, and at the age of five he had more than ten knives, and at the age of thirteen, he could control the eight-hundred-pound knife, and now he is twenty-one years old, and his strength has long been greater than at the beginning.

Wantian Hai regards the knife idiot as the successor, and has done his best to cultivate the knife idiot over the years.

The current knife idiot has already surpassed him in terms of knife attainment.

The door opened, and the knife idiot walked in.

"Master, I'm here. ”

The knife idiot put the knife on the ground and stepped forward to salute Wan Tianhai.

Wan Tianhai helped him up and asked, "Idiot, the opponent can resist a 5,000-pound sword, are you afraid?"

"Fearless, although I have a broken knife, I can still cut the enemy in my way. ”

The knife idiot replied.

Although he was sloppy, his eyes were very firm and could not be shaken.

"Good, good, good!"

Wan Tianhai said three "good" in a row, grabbed Ming Hong who was placed on the bookcase and threw it to the knife idiot, and said solemnly: "Idiot, take the knife!"

The knife idiot slapped out a palm, knocking back the Ming Hong Knife, and the Ming Hong Knife returned to Wan Tianhai's hands.

Wan Tianhai was puzzled and asked, "Idiot, what are you ......?"

"There is no sword worthy of me in this Canaan!"

The knife idiot lifted the black iron knife, carried the knife and left, leaving Wan Tianhai and Sun Wenjin looking at each other.

The two looked at each other and smiled and shook their heads at each other.

Wan Tianhai said with a smile: "The idiot has left me behind, which makes me sad and gratifying, hahahaha!"

"This is called blue out of blue is better than blue, the knife idiot has been hidden in the snow for so many years, it's time for him to be born to compete. ”

Sun Wenjin sent the knife idiot away, and he couldn't stop appreciating the knife idiot in his eyes.

The knife idiot walked to the door and raised his hand to throw out the black iron knife.

The black iron knife cut through the sky, smashed through the mountain rocks, and finally inserted it firmly in front of Qin Hao, opposing the broken long knife.

The sword idiot came, and the disciples and elders of the Imperial Sword Sect gave way one after another.

He walked down the mountain gate, came to Qin Hao and sat down, and asked, "Fight?"

"Good. ”

Qin Hao finally put down the teacup and slowly got up and drew his knife.