The blue-clothed young man with a large bundle of swords on his back walked towards the three of them with an expressionless face, and every time he took a step forward, the large bundle of long swords behind his back would emit a rather harsh grinding sound.

"Damn, how old did this kid start learning this 'swordsmanship'. After carefully observing the long sword behind the blue-clothed young man, the old man in the hemp robe estimated the number slightly, and his face was a little more surprised: "It has reached more than two hundred, is it possible that the Sword Gate will rise again?"

After Xu Qiuhan heard the three words "swordsmanship", his pretty face turned white instantly. Ling Zheng's eyes were sharp, but he saw the change in Xu Qiuhan's face, but Rao was like this, he didn't know the true origin of this blue-clothed young man, and what the "swordsmanship" was.

The old man in the linen robe seemed to see the doubts in Ling Zheng's heart, and said in a low voice: "The sword transformation technique is an ancient cultivation inheritance secret technique called the Sword Transformation Gate, to put it bluntly, it is to constantly seize other people's swords, absorb their sword spirits and sword rhymes, use themselves as a melting pot, integrate these sword spirits and sword rhymes into their own bodies, and temper themselves into an indestructible sword. Seeing the bundle of swords behind him, it is the habit of the descendants of the Sword Transformation Sect, the more the number of swords, the higher the quality, the stronger the strength of this person, and the more profound the swordsmanship. ”

"Look at what this means, this boy in blue may have already snatched more than 200 swords, and his sword transformation technique can be regarded as entering the house. The old man in the linen robe said: "Moreover, I see that the long swords behind him, the lowest grade are also third-grade spiritual weapons, and they are really not easy to mess with." ”

Only then did Ling Zheng realize, and the Xuanwen pen waved rapidly, instantly carving two flash arrays under his feet.

"One man with a sword, otherwise, die. ”

The blue-clothed young man with a stiff face and eyes like knives stood at a distance of about ten zhang from Ling Zheng, his voice hoarse, but also extremely concise.

Don't say it's a cultivator, even if it's wandering in the rivers and lakes of mortals, portable weapons are extremely important things. But the young man in blue actually asked Ling Zheng and the three of them to give him the weapon, and he also made threats, obviously he didn't take Ling Zheng and the three of them in his eyes at all, this posture seems to be not good.

The old man in the linen robe stared at the blue-clothed young man for a long time, and then took off the broken sword behind him and threw it to the blue-clothed young man.

But the blue-clothed young man just glanced at the broken sword, and then pulled out a blue spirit weapon long sword from the bundle of long swords behind him, the sword light flashed, and with a "dang" sound, the broken sword thrown by the old man in the linen robe to the blue-clothed young man was directly knocked out.

"I don't want waste. The blue-clothed young man said in a hoarse voice: "I want to have a spiritual sword, and if I don't have it, I will hand over my life." ”

The old man in the linen robe saw that his broken sword was broken and flew out, and he ran over to catch the broken sword with no master's demeanor, and muttered: "What the hell is this world, back then, a group of people almost overturned the continent in order to take the old man's sword, and now, the old man took the initiative to send it twice and no one wanted it, alas, the old man is really old." ”

The rat sitting on the shoulder of the old man in the linen robe let out a dissatisfied cat meow.

After that, the young man in blue turned his gaze to Ling Zheng, who was holding the Xuanwen pen tightly, pointed the long sword in his hand, and said, "I feel the breath of a sword from you, hand it over, I will spare you from death." ”

Ling Zheng had killed more than a dozen cultivators in the hall where he had met Xu Qiuhan before, and he naturally got a lot of loot, among which there were also six or seven spiritual swords, and the quality was not low.

But how could Ling Zheng hand over the sword so obediently?

"Why should I give it to you?" Ling Zheng's Xuanwen pen also pointed at the blue-clothed young man who was carrying a bundle of swords, and said lightly: "It's right to turn into a sword, you can't listen to what you say, do you know?"

The young man in blue let out an "oh", and then the corners of his mouth twitched, and said: "Don't look for death, if I really do it, I will see blood, and then you will die without a whole body." ”

The old man in the linen robe who picked up the broken sword and carried it back behind his back reminded in a low voice on the side: "This is the rule of the Sword Gate, boy, if you have a sword, give it to him, don't make trouble for yourself." ”

After that, the old man in the linen robe added: "The people of the Sword Gate are all livestock." ”

Livestock?

Ling Zheng didn't talk nonsense anymore, the two flashes of light under his feet flashed, and instantly appeared on the side of the blue-clothed young man, and the Xuanwen pen in his hand stabbed, bringing out a terrifying wind and stabbing at the blue-clothed youth's head.

The blue-clothed young man seemed to have expected Ling Zheng to sneak attack, and the blue long sword in his hand was just a horizontal stroke, and he sealed the momentum with this charged stab.

But Ling Zheng's strength was too great, and after the Xuanwen pen was pointed on the blue long sword sword, it actually exploded a spark, and the huge force also pushed the blue-clothed young man of the sword gate backwards and withdrew.

Because the number of bundles of long swords behind him was too much, and the weight of the blue-clothed young man was also extremely terrifying, so Ling Zheng's powerful stabbing blow only made the blue-clothed young man retreat by about a zhang, and the blue-clothed youth's legs also ploughed out two shallow marks on the bluestone ground.

Only then did the young man in blue face up to Ling Zheng, because Ling Zheng had been suppressing his breath, and like the group of people who had been killed by Ling Zheng before, he thought that Ling Zheng had ten soft goods that could be kneaded at will, but he didn't expect that Ling Zheng had just made a move, and he brought him a big surprise.

"Very nice. The blue-clothed young man squeezed out a smile that looked very awkward, and said, "I originally thought that I could run rampant in this Xuansha Emperor Palace, but I didn't expect to see an alien like you, it's really unexpected." ”

"Introduce yourself, Xiang Xuefeng of the Sword Sect. The blue-clothed young man stared at Ling Zheng and chuckled, "Soon you will die, so I think that if I show respect to you, I should let you know my name." ”

"Ling Zheng. Ling Zheng said very succinctly: "I'm the same, look at the move!"

Ling Zheng said that he would do it, without the slightest intention of dragging mud and water, his physical strength was terrifying, this stab, the sound of the Xuanwen pen tearing the air was extremely harsh, bringing out a series of afterimages, and the momentum was terrifying.

When Xu Qiuhan saw this scene, he realized that when Ling Zheng killed more than a dozen cultivators alive in that hall before, he didn't use all his strength at all.

"Good time!"

Xiang Xuefeng, the blue-clothed descendant of the Sword Transformation Sect, had his eyes lit up, and the long sword in his hand was raised high, as if he wanted to split Ling Zheng's Xuanwen pen in half.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the moment Xiang Xuefeng's long sword slashed at Ling Zheng's Xuanwen pen, Ling Zheng only felt that his center of gravity was moving uncontrollably, and he tried his best to restrain the castration, but Xiang Xuefeng seemed to have already calculated this, and the blue long sword in his hand quickly went up after the split, bringing out a gorgeous sword light.

Ling Zheng's reaction was not slow, and when Xiang Xuefeng's sword was about to reach his chest, he decisively abandoned the Xuanwen pen and lay on his back and fell to the ground, but Rao was like this, and the white magic robe on his body was still cut by Xiang Xuefeng's sword, and he was reimbursed on the spot.

Only then did Ling Zheng realize that he was a little reckless, this blue-clothed Xiang Xuefeng was obviously proficient in swordsmanship, and it was really difficult to bargain with his half-martial arts skills that only knew how to fight with others.

Not only that, Ling Zheng also found that Xiang Xuefeng's physical strength was also very strong, compared to the dozen or so cultivators who had been beaten to death by him before, they were as weak as dogs.

"You and I are about the same age, and I didn't want to teach you a few words like those sanctimonious guys. Xiang Xuefeng forced Ling Zheng back with a sword, and his face still looked very twisted: "But I still have to say that your martial arts and marksmanship are really clumsy." ”

"Let's do what you do. Xiang Xuefeng flicked his long sword, picked the Xuanwen pen from the ground to Ling Zheng, and then walked over with extremely heavy steps, and said, "Otherwise, you will die an ugly death." ”

Ling Zheng silently took the Xuanwen pen, knowing that if he simply used martial arts and physical body to fight against this Xue Feng now, he would definitely be looking for death. Because, except for the strength of his physical body, he is at an absolute disadvantage.

Ling Zheng is not the kind of character who does things and sees a direction and stabs to the death, seeing that it is impossible to win against the enemy with force, he no longer attacks the enemy's strengths with his own shortcomings. The flash array under his feet flashed again, and the whole person retreated from a distance, and when Xiang Xuefeng was not close to him, the Xuanwen pen danced violently and began to arrange the formation.

Formation patterns appeared one after another, and then merged into the void under Ling Zheng's soft shout, and with a soft "hum", the space around Ling Zheng and Xiang Xuefeng was instantly shrouded in formations.

"Formation mage?" Xiang Xuefeng didn't have a smile on his face, replaced by a slight surprise: "Martial Formation Fellow Practitioner?"

Ling Zheng was silent, and the Xuanwen pen danced one after another, ready to depict the next formation.

Xiang Xuefeng knew very well that when fighting against the formation mage, it was an absolute taboo to wait for the other party to portray the formation, he shouted, and more than two hundred long swords behind him let out a sword roar in unison. The extremely sharp sword light burst out, and it didn't crush the formation that Ling Zheng had carved before.

Ling Zheng, who was rapidly carving the formation, did not stop, but just put his left arm in front of him to resist the sword light that was constantly sweeping. After the sword light dissipated, Ling Zheng's entire sleeve had been twisted into pieces, and there were dozens of criss-crossing wounds on his left arm and upper body, although it was not deep, there was still blood flowing out, and it was shocking to look at it from a distance.

"Buzz!"

There was another soft sound, Ling Zheng endured the pain and finished carving the second formation, Xiang Xuefeng didn't expect Ling Zheng to resist his sword light and insist on arranging the formation, he glanced at Ling Zheng's miserable appearance now, and there was a little admiration in his eyes.

But the next moment, he felt as if his body was being restrained by a strange force, and his movements became much slower.

The two formations that Ling Zheng laid out, one called the Mountain Crushing Array and the other called the Stagnation Array, the former could make the cultivators in the formation feel five times heavier, and the latter restricted the cultivators' movements and slowed them down.

Although these two formations were only second-level beginner formations, because they were triggered and carved with Ling Zheng's non-attribute true element, their effects were enough to climb to the level of second-level top-level formations.

"It's a very fast formation. Xiang Xuefeng was trapped by the double formation, his face did not show any panic, and he smiled: "You are a respectable opponent." ”

Ling Zheng stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his face, the Xuanwen pen in his hand took the stick momentum, kicked the ground in one step, and the whole person flew towards Xiang Xuefeng.

"Whew!"

With a wind whistle, the Xuanwen pen in Ling Zheng's hand brought out a large afterimage, and Mount Tai smashed into Xiang Xuefeng's head.

Xiang Xuefeng let out a loud shout, and after throwing the large bundle of long swords behind his back on the ground, he still carried the blue long sword in his hand, and also flew up to meet Ling Zheng, who swung the Xuanwen pen and smashed it at him.

Outside the two-fold formation, Xu Qiuhan and the old man in the linen robe quietly watched the fierce battle between the two, the former's face turned pale, because she had heard how terrifying the people who came out of the Sword Transformation Gate were, and that group of crazy people who could risk their lives for the sake of the sword were definitely opponents that the cultivators of any force in the entire cultivator were unwilling to face.

The old man in the hemp robe didn't have Xu Qiuhan's worry and uneasiness, he just looked at Ling Zheng and Xiang Xuefeng quietly for a long time, and let out a chuckle.

"Alas, the old man is really old. The old man in the linen robe sighed with a smile: "It's really stronger than the generation." After sleeping for so long, I finally returned to the mainland, and I met such two genius-like characters at once. Needless to say, the kid from Huajianmen suffered a big loss at the hands of his predecessors. But the kid with no attribute spirit vein, don't let the old man down too much, otherwise, this little guy will be too aggrieved if he follows you. ”

As he spoke, the old man in the linen robe touched the cat's head of the mouse and said with a smile: "Little guy, did you say?"

The mouse didn't make a cat meow, nor did he pay attention to the old man in the linen robe, and a pair of cat eyes were always staring at Ling Zheng, who was fighting with Xiang Xuefeng for his life in the formation at this moment.

The old man in the linen robe didn't get a response, and suddenly felt a little bored, he turned his gaze to Ling Zheng and Xiang Xuefeng, who were fighting, and muttered: "I was wrong about one thing, these two geniuses are geniuses, but if you really want to find an adjective to describe it, this vigorous energy, I think it is undoubtedly more suitable to use the word livestock." ”

"Fierce, livestock. Hehe, when the old man was young, he wasn't so fierce. ”