The iron sword is already scarred, and it may break in the next moment, turning into a useless pile of scrap metal. But it still stubbornly persevered, with a spirit of unyielding, resolutely meeting every sword that flew in.

Suddenly, Su Qi seemed to have a strange relationship with the iron sword, and he could even feel the momentum of indomitable and unhesitating. As if he didn't care about his own body, Iron Sword kept crashing into those flying swords with his own arrogance, and used his last madness to maintain his dignity as a sword.

Sword, the holy product of the ancients, the gentleman, the supreme and noble, the people and gods are worshipped. Among all the blades, the sword is the most noble, the most glorious, and the most proud, so it is called the "king of soldiers". Even the most ordinary sword has its glory and dignity.

The iron sword in Su Qi's hand is just the most ordinary military standard long sword, if Su Qi hadn't bought it back, perhaps the biggest possibility in its life would have been to fall into the hands of an ordinary soldier, buried, covered, decayed in the dust, and rusted in the cold dew.

But now, it came to the sword mound and encountered many extremely sharp famous swords, in the sword intent that filled the heaven and earth, under the inspiration of the hundred swords Ling Xiao's arrogance, it actually awakened a trace of sword soul in ignorance. Although this is just an instinct, just a conditioned reflex under the influence of external objects, but after all, it is the awakening of the sword soul, and this kind of thing happens to an ordinary iron sword, which is simply unheard of and incredible.

Su Qi felt two completely different emotions coming from the iron sword, one was cheering, the other was sad and sad, and he couldn't help but feel bitter in his heart, and a sense of injustice suddenly appeared. He let out a long roar, the iron sword pointed at the sky, and the true yuan in his body was poured into the iron sword without reservation.

For a while, the light was in full bloom, and the sword body emitted a scorching red light, as if a red sun was hidden in the blade of the sword, and ten thousand golden lights shone on the earth.

"If you want to finish this fight with a bang, I'll go crazy with you!"

In Su Qi's roar, the iron sword that was black and red began to dance wildly, and those speeding swords were all knocked away by the violent force one by one, Su Qi let out a long roar, and the killing intent was even stronger, and he actually waved the iron sword and rushed straight to the tomb in the middle of the valley!

"Boom!" all the swords around him let out a strange tremor, and they floated in unison in the air, desperately shooting from all directions, surround him. Su let out a low roar, and after quickly knocking five swords away, he was already standing at the top of the tomb. The iron sword in Su Qi's hand was raised high, and a blazing sun suddenly rose above his head. The surrounding heaven and earth vitality was attracted by the power of this sword, and it burned into countless brilliant clouds.

"Ten thousand red clouds - the sun is falling!"

That round of blazing sun was poured all the true yuan by Su Qi, although it was not yet able to fully exert the power of this sword, but it was already the maximum that Su Qi could do now. Ten thousand rays of light suddenly bloomed, and countless sword intents scattered out, indiscriminately slashing at the swords flying around. I only heard the sound of swords in my ears, and all the swords that were galloping were shot down, and none of the swords could escape the sword intent emitted by the "scorching sun".

There are two ways to use "Sunfall", one is to concentrate all the true elements on the sword body and kill it with one hit, and the other is to disperse the power of the sun into ten thousand clouds and attack in all directions at the same time.

Calm was restored to the valley. The more than 100 swords in the sword mound were all shot down, struggling but unable to fly again. And Su Qi stood in place exhausted, and the true yuan in his body had been completely consumed.

With a muffled "snap", a small crack burst into the sword body of the iron sword, and soon, this crack began to spread to the sword body, and the fine, spiderweb-like cracks soon crawled all over the sword body. With a sword roar like a sigh, the body of the iron sword disintegrated into countless fragments and scattered all over the ground.

Looking at the bare hilt of the sword in his hand, Su Qi was immersed in an inexplicable sadness, he never thought that he would feel the emotions of a sword, let alone that he would feel sad because of the "death" of a sword. The only consolation was that Iron Sword had finally completed its mission, fighting with all his might until the last moment. It is just the most ordinary iron sword, but it can block the countless attacks of these swords, it is already very proud, Su Qi can read its last emotion, it is a kind of sad pride, a kind of "morning and hear, death can be done".

"Pap, papa, papa......" The lonely applause came from behind, Su Qi was startled and hurriedly turned around. I saw an old man with a rickety figure and white hair walking towards him while clapping.

"I didn't expect that an ordinary iron sword could awaken a trace of sword soul at the last moment, although it was only the most ignorant state, but this matter itself was already very proud. There are very few young people who can let me see such a wonderful battle, you can feel the sword intent of the iron sword, and you must have a strong sense of divine awareness. Little doll, what's your name?" the old man's eyes were like lightning, and he looked at Su Qi.

The old man was clumsy, with a withered countenance, no more than six feet tall, no more than a hundred pounds in weight, his hands and feet were as slender as hemp rods, as if he would fall to the ground at any moment, and the skin on his body was wrinkled and withered like the bark of a dead tree, showing a weathered black-red color. He was dressed in an extremely ordinary coarse linen robe, with empty hands, and he looked like an ordinary Tian Jiaweng. It's just that the pupils under the two white eyebrows are as sharp as swords, which makes Su Qi involuntarily have an urge to kneel on the ground and worship.

This kind of feeling, Su Qi has never felt in Old Lady Su. This old man is unfathomable!

Su Qi knew the stakes and bowed: "Junior Su Qi, I have seen the ancestor." ”

The old man raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Do you know my identity?"

Su Qi shook his head: "The juniors don't know, but this is the ancestral land of the Su family, if the seniors are not the ancestors of the Su family, how can they appear here?"

The old man smiled: "You know that I am an ancestor, and you still want to call me a senior?" Little doll, are you a descendant of the Su family, or a descendant of the collateral family?"

Su Qi said respectfully: "Back to the ancestor, the boy's father is named Su Zhongwen, and his grandfather is named Su Muzhi." ”

The old man was slightly surprised: "Su Muzhi's little baby already has a grandson?"

Su Qi grinned and thought to himself: "This old man actually calls his grandfather a little baby? How tall is he? The cultivator of the Seven Realms is only more than a hundred years old, and this old man is even two or three generations older than his grandfather, has he already broken through the Eight Realms? This is impossible, if the Su family really has a cultivator of the Eight Realms, he has already invited out to suppress other sects, how can he let him be alone in the ancestral land all the time?"

The old man seemed to see Su Qi's doubts, and smiled freely: "I know what you are thinking, little doll." Don't you see that I'm just a remnant of my consciousness?"