"What about people?" Luo Han looked around.

The old man, the girl, and the man who was chasing him were all gone.

"Seven, eight, nine......"

Listening to this childish whisper, he suddenly remembered that the old man had told the girl at that time, 'If you are bored, count the fallen leaves'.

"She's still here. ”

Then he called, "Xiao Zhen, Xiao Zhen, are you there?"

No one answered him, still counting to himself, "Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen......"

He shook his head helplessly, "Yes, that old man is the Ancient Sword Venerable, he can see me, it doesn't mean that the girl can also see me, only wait here, count to three hundred and come back." ”

With a thought, he retreated to the corner and sat down.

Suddenly, "Oh, it hurts!"

The whisper stopped abruptly, and the cry came from beneath him.

Luo Han was startled, quickly got up, looked back, and saw the girl's figure appearing in the corner of the wall, which was the position where he had just sat down.

He was staring at him with large, clear eyes, his eyes full of anger.

He was suddenly a little overwhelmed, and he was stunned in his heart, "Doesn't she see me? What's the situation? Let me sit down?"

The girl spoke, her voice immature and displeased, "Who are you? ”

Luo Han came back to his senses when he heard this, and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." ”

The girl smiled, "That's pretty much it, forgive me." ”

Luo Han subconsciously asked, "Can you see me?"

The girl smiled, "Why can't you see it, I've been looking at you for a long time, and you're still calling me stupidly there." ”

Luo Han's face was black, "Then why don't you want me?"

"I don't know you, so why should I answer you? The girl said as a matter of course.

Without waiting for Luo Han to respond, he asked in surprise, "Do you know me? How do you know that my name is Xiao Zhen?"

Luo Han said in his heart that this was really childish, so he responded in her tone, "I heard your grandfather call you that before!"

"Hmm, have I seen you before?" the girl sucked her fingers, her delicate little face full of doubts.

Luo Han was helpless for a while, "You can forget what just happened, what kind of memory does this have." ”

But he didn't care, he came to find the old man, and quickly asked, "Do you know where your grandfather went?"

The girl nodded, "Grandpa has gone to kill the villain." ”

Luo Han rolled his eyes, with a capital 'embarrassment' on his face, and said secretly, "I didn't know that your grandfather was going to kill the wicked?"

Then he asked, "Where did you kill it?"

The girl shook her head, "I don't know. ”

Then, as if frightened, he burst into tears.

Luo Han was taken aback, confused, why are you still crying? I don't have anything to do with you!

He was at a loss for a moment, "Xiao Zhen, what's wrong with you, don't cry!"

He was afraid that the old man would come back suddenly and see his granddaughter crying here, and he would have to eat him alive.

The girl cried and responded, "It's all your fault, I forgot how many I counted, and I can't come back if I don't count three hundred." ”

Luo Han scolded his mother in his heart, "Damn, what kind of logic is this?"

The girl wiped away her tears, changed her tone, and warned him, "Don't disturb me!"

Then he stopped looking at him, stared at the fallen leaves in the sky, and said, "One, two, three......"

Luo Han felt like crazy, and dared to count from the beginning again.

Suddenly, the phantom of Luo Shen suddenly moved, and the sword heart actually drilled into its palm, and went to the dantian along the aura meridians.

At the same time, the surrounding scenery changed suddenly, and the long street disappeared, replaced by a vast land, boundless, beyond the reach of hundreds of millions of miles.

"Where is this?"

Just as he was in doubt, a shout rang out from the heavens and asked, "Old thing, if you bring me here, you are not afraid of alarming my lord?"

Luo Han followed the prestige and saw an inky figure standing in the air, majestic, it was the person who was chasing and killing.

"Don't let your blood stain the land of the Extreme Realm!"

Looking again, I saw the old man standing on the high mountain, his eyes were like a torch, as if looking down on the common people.

"It turned out to be here. Luo Han was overjoyed.

Then he wondered, "Why didn't he hold the sword?"

Only the left hand has a long flag, but there is no shadow of the long sword in the right hand.

"Don't be ashamed!"

The words were about to fall, the wind suddenly rose, and a huge gun shadow crossed the air, and the wisps of energy were entangled, like a hideous dragon.

The shadow of the gun stabbed violently towards the top of the mountain, and for a while, the space was annihilated and the sky shook.

The old man jumped up, stood in the void, hunted in a green shirt, and waved the long flag in his palm, which shook so that the dark clouds covered the sun, and the mountains and rivers changed color.

"The Great Dao has actually given you such a venerable object!" the inky figure said in a surprised tone.

Luo Han was shocked by this sentence, "Isn't the Venerable Thing still on top of the Holy Relics? Dao? Isn't that the master of the Extreme Realm?"

Before the shadow of the gun arrived, it immediately became illusory, and the dragon picked it up, piercing the sky, and where it was broken, the air of the desolation poured out, surging with the rush of endless years.

Immediately, the ravages ravaged the earth, the mountains and rivers were shattered, the heavens were swept away, and the stars were shattered.

"Oh my God, what is this?"

He seems to be in the torrent of history, and he is like a drop in the ocean, which feels small, unforgettable insignificance.

The mountains and rivers suddenly froze, no matter how they waved, but they did not move, and the spirit of the desolation locked them heavily, and spread to the old man, swallowing them away.

The hands that clenched the pole became more withered and thin as bones. The crane's hair is yellow, its childlike face is no longer there, wrinkles spread over its forehead, climb up its eyebrows, and jump down the corners of its lips. This face, in an instant, seems to have aged for thousands of years.

Luo Han was shocked, "Mountains, rivers and banners are not opponents!

It can be seen that the old man is still calm and calm, "No wonder you dare to shout like this, you have such a reliance, and the illusion is really generous." ”

"After the desolate times, do you still feel powerless when you come to this technique again?" the tone of the ink-colored figure was secretly happy.

The old man sighed lightly, "In the battle of the ancient times, I was indeed injured by this technique, and to this day, I have not been able to recover. ”

His words paused slightly, as if he regretted slightly, "But you, after all, are not him, did he tell you that I can no longer hold the sword." ”

Before the words fell, a loud sword roar was suddenly heard, and the long sword was unsheathed with both hands twisting the pole.

Luo Han's eyes froze, "...... this?"

The old man's momentum changed sharply, his long sword was raised flat, and the sword body trembled slightly, and he was not allowed to get close.

But I saw that the long sword was simple and unpretentious, and the ordinary could not be worse, the body of the sword was dull, and the rust was mottled, and the tail of the sword was handleless, only a few strands of rag were entangled, and it was held in the withered palm.

"Wouldn't it be too much to hide in the flag?" Luo Han said secretly.

The ink-colored figure snorted coldly, "Bluff!"

But in the voice, there was a faint hint of fear.

"You, look at it. The old man was stunned.

The word 'you' came out, and his eyes seemed to pierce the sky.

With that, a sword was swung out.

With this sword, the distant peaks were all annihilated and disappeared silently.

Only this sword, cutting through the sky, split in two, the fracture, smooth as a mirror.

Only this sword, the sword marks run across the earth, as if it stretches into an endless abyss.

This sword can slash a thousand demons......

This sword can punish thousands of immortals......

This sword is reversible......

This sword can shatter the desolate sky......

Luo Han was dumbfounded, as if he was fascinated, this is the power of the Ancient Sword Venerable!

The long sword was unsheathed, and another one was added to the flag, which was exactly one hundred and eight.

The old man looked up and muttered in a low voice, "Tai Xuan, you came to find me in person, what is the point of letting these minions come? I crossed the wilderness, you think I am hiding from you, but I am in the name of my Sword Venerable." ”

Then he shook his head and said slowly, "Dadao, how long do you need to sleep, let me hold on to this old bone alone, you are really willing." ”

Luo Han didn't hear any of this, he was still intoxicated by Fang Cai's sword, and he couldn't extricate himself.

Until the old man asked him, "Who are you?"

(End of chapter)