The sword is shining brightly,

The sword shook the ground.

Zheng Zheng sword sounded,

Unyielding.

A decaying old tree, knotted branches and branches, and old ancient bark are all writing about the spring and autumn and wind and frost.

In this way, an old tree that was rotten and dying suppressed an earth-shattering sword, an ink sword three feet away.

The long sword vibrate, the edge is exhausted, and the sword light continues to cut the roots that entangle it, but the roots are endless, dense, like a dense rattan net, and like a layer upon layer of cardiovascular and cerebrovascular nets, layer upon layer, no matter how inexhaustible.

"Why should you?"

The old man in black beside the tree said softly.

"Why should you?!"

The longsword responded coldly.

The one-armed old man smiled faintly and said: "Fellow Daoist, the one who knows the times is Junjie, the old man's dead wood staff has roots that have taken root for 10,000 years before the psychic, and with the old man for nearly a thousand years, you can't cut it inexhaustibly." ”

"It's just rotten wood, like a Taoist friend, a dying spirit, can't cut it today, tomorrow again, tomorrow it can't be cut endlessly, and the day after tomorrow, as long as I still have a breath left, I will cut it with a sword!"

The old man's eyebrows twitched, and there was a cold light in his eyes, "Fellow Daoist, since the old man can arrest you, he naturally has a way to deal with you, don't be ignorant." ”

"Hahahaha! I will be afraid of you, the same is the eighth grade, where can you be smart, if it is not a sneak attack, hum, you can break my spirit sword first!"

The long sword shook, the sword light was shining, and the spirit sword cut the root without stopping.

The old man smiled faintly, as if he turned a blind eye to this, he stood against the tree, looking at the spiritual rain over Bixi with his muddy old eyes, the old man's face softened, he was old, and it was easy to fall into the memories of the past.

What he remembered most clearly was that person, that person's sword, and what he pondered the most was that person and that person's sword.

It is undeniable that he is the demon in his heart, the demon with deep roots.

"Do you know? The most ruthless thing in my life is sword cultivation, I lost to a sword cultivator, and once I was defeated, I killed a lot of sword cultivators, but it was still difficult to resolve my hatred...... I have never practiced a sword in my life, and I have never touched it...... I'm getting old, I've cultivated another sword cultivator, hehe, do you say it's interesting!"

Click, click, click!

The sound of the tree was cut down in his answer, and the old man didn't care, he still muttered to himself.

"Do you know where your physical body went? The sword cultivator I cultivated has gone to do things for you and me under your identity. ”

"Hmph! So what, he is a ninth-grade night spirit, and when he enters the eighth-grade sword city, even if he is against my body, how big a wave can he make, just looking for death. ”

Spirit Sword taunted disapprovingly.

The old man smiled and said, "He doesn't need to do much, just kill the contemporary Dragon Sword Master and tell me a little more time." ”

"Hahaha! So you're still afraid of a sword in the end!"

"It's ridiculous, do you really think I'm afraid of an eight-rank spirit sword?!"

The old man shook his head, pointed to the flowing stream, and said, "Do you see this stream in front of you? This is a sword mark! A sword trace!!"

The sword suddenly stopped, and after a while, it cut the root again, but it didn't make a sound again.

"I can't destroy this stream, and I can't dispel the spiritual rain in the sky. ”

"At that time, he was already a real person in the late stage of the seventh grade, and he was a real person in the late stage of the seventh grade! After becoming a real person of the seventh grade, he never left the Ram City again, for more than two hundred years, a seven-rank real person guarded an eight-rank sword city, he did not move a step, and he did not promote the Ram City to the seven-rank sword city. ”

"A real person at the peak of the seventh grade, or even a real person who has half a foot in the sixth grade, he didn't leave the Ram clan even if he died, and the sword he left to deal with me would only be the eighth grade?"

"I don't believe it, I don't believe it, I know him too well, he always likes to hide it, hide his back hand, even his children and grandchildren don't know his mind, he hides too deeply, too deeply!"

"But he can't hide it from me, hehe, he can't hide it from me, no one in this world knows him better than me!"

Lingjian sneered: "That senior didn't want to hide it from you at all, this clear water sword mark is a warning he gave you and made you die." ”

"Also, he never intended to hide it from me, he had already told me that his heirloom sword was at least the peak of the eighth rank, and maybe it was already in the seventh rank. ”

"It's enough to kill you!"

The spirit sword made up for it.

"Tatsu ...... Tatsu ......"

Evil spirits roared in the sky.

"Gong ...... Public...... Gong ......"

"Hurt ......"

"......"

"Sheep ......"

"Got it. ”

The old man waved his hand in displeasure and anger, and the sky became silent.

"Ram Chen is hurt, what a piece of waste!"

......

The drinking party was not over, but the people were half drunk, Ram Chen was lying on the rattan chair and falling asleep, two white-clothed hands holding spiritual swords, meditating cross-legged, they were keeping vigil.

Wutong was drunk and became a cat, Zhan Tai Feiyun was drunk and became a ghost, and Zhuang Yang was unconscious.

The ram Chang Geng is holding a new bamboo in one hand and a short knife in the other, he is making swords, making swords for his own young master.

Qiu Ju pulled the blanket on the vulture's body, and walked back to the rattan chair.

Qin Niang was very quiet, she wrapped herself in a blanket and looked at the dozens of lotus lamps lit above her head, and kept watching.

Xiao Huang huddled behind his young master with a blanket.

No one felt cold that night, whether they were awake or asleep, probably people's hearts were hot.

......

"Ram Chen, Mojian City Moyan, I hope to teach!"

Before dawn, a teaching woke up everyone.

Ram Chen opened his eyes, sniffed, and asked, "What time is it?"

"Just after the fourth watch. ”

Ram Chen turned over and replied, "Wait." ”

And so on for an hour, and the roosters crowed.

The old man's face under the Tongque stage was green, and he picked this time period when the yin qi was the heaviest, but he was dragged until dawn.

The door opened, and a group of people came out.

Mo Yan's face turned greener.

None of them left!

One enemy after another was drunk.

The old man's zombie-like face trembled, and it was obvious that his anger was not light.

"Ram Chen, the master of the famous sword order, I have heard of the name for a long time, and I hope to give you advice!"

Ram Chen snorted coldly and said, "Didn't you teach yesterday, how did you heal?"

He's not going to save face for this guy who hides his head and tail.

Mo Yan was speechless for a moment, stabbed, and directly drew out his long sword, pointed at Ram Chen, and said, "Draw the sword!"

"You have an eight-rank sword master who comes to challenge my master and a spirit apprentice, and you have to be shameless!"

Zhan Tai Feiyun jumped out, and without saying a word, he didn't shock the enemy, but shocked the ram Chen.

Master: Who?

Mo Yan had no joy or sorrow, and said expressionlessly: "Ram Chen, you and I are only better than swordsmanship, not cultivation, do you dare!"

"What's ......?"

Ram Chen's words were suddenly interrupted by Ram Chang Ploughing, he bowed to this Ram Chen, and then pointed at Mo Yan and said: "Old thief, yesterday I was defeated under my lord's sword, and today I came to provoke again, first make a ghost oath before speaking." ”

He doesn't care about any eight or seven grades, since the young master intends to compete with this person, he will help the young master to eliminate future troubles.

This old thief is obviously a shameless thing, and he will definitely do things that go back on his word.

"What's so difficult about this, the old man Mo Yan swears here: Never use sword qi to compete with the ram Chen, if you violate this oath, the ghost and god will punish him. ”

Mo Yan made an oath, but there was no burden, first, he was not Moyan, such an oath was useless, and second, he had no sword energy, the sword spirit ran away, and the dantian died, how could there be sword energy.