"Then why don't they send someone to guard here? Zhang Yi asked puzzled.

Dongfang Shangqin replied: "When I burned the origin, my strength skyrocketed, Xuanmeng was directly killed by me, and the blue sea was also severely damaged by me. Only that mysterious fighting god escaped far away the first time I burned my origin, so he was the only one who was not affected. I could feel him stay at Broken Sword Peak for a long time after I sealed the magic sword, but he eventually gave up. More than 400 years have passed, and he may have already died, because even the peak fighting god will not live for 500 years, and even if he is not killed, judging by his age, his limit has already arrived. ”

Only then did Zhang Yi understand that it was no wonder that he could get the magic sword inheritance unharmed, and it turned out that the party involved had already died. It seems that he can get the magic sword, which can really be described as time, luck, and life.

Just when Zhang Yi was secretly happy that he got the magic sword but no one would come to grab it, Dongfang Shangqin poured cold water on him. said: "Don't be too happy too early, even if the people who participated back then were not there." But something as important as a peerless artifact, as long as they still have descendants, they will inevitably always pay attention to the magic sword, but it will turn from light to dark. Also, although there were only three of them who were directly involved in the sword capture back then, there were not many people who knew about it, so you are not safe with the magic sword now. ”

Listening to Dongfang Shangqin's words, Zhang Yi's face suddenly turned ugly. He knows very well that the husband is not guilty, and he is guilty of it. As strong as the Blood Sword Fighting Demon back then, he couldn't keep the Demon Sword, how could he, a small character who only had the strength of a peak Great Fighter, be able to keep it. It seems that this distress is not necessarily accidental, maybe it is the vanguard sent by someone who has an intention on the magic sword.

Seeing Zhang Yi's ugly face, Dongfang Shangqin comforted: "But you don't have to worry too much, no one saw the magic sword directly when it was born, so few people know the true appearance of the magic sword." The scabbard you're using now suppresses the aura of the magic sword, so as long as you don't take the initiative to expose it, no one will find out. But once you use the magic sword, you must get rid of everyone who has seen it, otherwise there will be endless troubles. ”

Zhang Yi only hesitated slightly, then nodded in agreement. Because he knew that what Dongfang Shangqin said was right, although Zhang Yi was kind, but when it came to his own life, he had to do what Dongfang Shangqin said.

Seeing Zhang Yi nodding in agreement, Dongfang Shangqin continued: "Very good, then the next thing to do is the most important thing for me to come to you this time." ”

After saying that, Dongfang Shangqin took off his shirt, revealing his muscles as solid as steel. When Zhang Yi saw Dongfang Shangqin undressing, he was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated, and said to his chest: "Master, this is absolutely unacceptable, I know that you have been here for more than 400 years, and I can understand that you are lonely." But we are masters and apprentices, and we must not do such unethical things. If you really want to vent, wait for the apprentice to go back and find a Qinglou woman to honor you. No, find two!"

Hearing Zhang Yi's words, Dongfang Shangqin's face was gloomy and terrifying, and as soon as he held his right hand in the void, a giant sword with a red body and black stripes covered with red flames appeared in his hand out of thin air, it was Zhang Yi's Demon Devouring Blood Sword, the only difference was that this Demon Devouring Blood Sword was a phantom rather than a physical object. The Demon Devouring Blood Sword was held in Dongfang Shangqin's hand, giving people the feeling that it was facing a desolate beast, roaring angrily, ready to choose people to devour.

Dongfang Shangqin said in a more stiff voice than before: "If you talk nonsense, the old man will kill you." ”

Zhang Yi was already sitting on the ground under the momentum of Dongfang Shangqin at this time, and now he saw that Dongfang Shangqin wanted to use force, but Zhang Yi was helpless, so he simply lay on the ground and made a casual look, and a tear of humiliation flowed from the corner of his eye.

Seeing Zhang Yi lying on the ground, Dongfang Shangqin was almost angry with him. The voice that was almost squeezed out between his teeth said, "Hurry up for me, don't lie on the ground and pretend to be dead, the old man doesn't want to play with the dead." ”

As soon as he heard this, Zhang Yi had the heart to bite his tongue and commit suicide, and he couldn't be humiliated. I, Zhang Yi, am a dignified man, and I would rather be a broken jade than a tile for me...... Thinking of this, Zhang Yi sat up suddenly, glared at Dongfang Shangqin and said, "Master, can you tap ......!"

Dongfang Shangqin endured a breath for a long time, and blood finally spurted out. Holding back his anger, he said: "The next thing I want to practice for you is the move created by combining my life's work with the Demon Devouring Blood Sword, I will name it the "Demon Devouring Seven Styles", and today I will teach him to you, and you are optimistic that I will only demonstrate it once." ”

After saying that, Dongfang Shangqin shook his right hand, and the flames of the Demon Devouring Blood Sword were sheng, and he shouted: "The first form of Demon Devouring, the Demon Sword Power slashes the flames and divides the waves." ”

Dongfang Shangqin held the Demon Devouring Blood Sword high, held his left hand on the hilt of the sword, held the Demon Sword with both hands and slashed down forcefully, and a flame fighting qi that was more than ten meters high and one meter wide slashed out in an arc. Although it was only an illusory shadow, Zhang Yi could still feel the scorching heat in it. The flames flew forward for more than a hundred meters before gradually disappearing, leaving a ravine one meter wide and three meters deep, in which there were still scarlet flames burning for a long time.

Zhang Yi looked at all this done by Dongfang Shangqin with wide eyes, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva for a long time before he said: "Master, this trick is too powerful, this effect, this power is really an eye-opener for me." Are you going to teach me this?"

Dongfang Shangqin was very useful to Zhang Yi's sycophant, and the anger just now disappeared, and said: "The trick I just used is the first type of the Seven Demon Devouring Styles "Yan Fen Lang", which is a prefecture-level advanced fighting skill, and you have seen the power just now, do you want to learn it?"

Zhang Yi hurriedly nodded and said, "I think, I think, I want to learn." ”

said three words in a row, which shows Zhang Yi's urgent attitude. Dongfang Shangqin showed an expression on his face that he thought was a smile, and said to Zhang Yi: "I can teach you, but this first-style Yan Fenlang is a ground-level high-level fighting technique, but it is very difficult to learn and master, are you ready to endure hardships?"

Zhang Yi nodded without hesitation and said, "Don't worry, master, the apprentice has already prepared, you teach me." ”

If it was before, Zhang Yi would definitely not agree when he heard that he was going to endure hardships. But now it's different, and it's no longer less hard to practice with grandpa, so it's nothing for him to suffer a little now. And after this incident, Zhang Yi deeply realized how weak he was, and he almost paid the price of his life when he even dealt with a group of robbers. If you don't improve your strength, Zhang Yi really doesn't know how to deal with the trouble in the future. Dongfang Shangqin's hand that he just revealed was already stronger than most of the Zhang family's fighting skills, this is only the first form of the Seven Demon Devouring Styles, and the next six styles will definitely be even better, how can there be no reason not to learn inferior fighting skills. Thinking of this, Zhang Yi was even more urgent, his hands kept rubbing back and forth, and he looked at Dongfang Shangqin with anticipation......