Li Fuzhou was breathing, and then when he looked up, he saw the peerless swordsman walking towards the evil sword, and his brows couldn't help but raise slightly.

This evil sword is known as the demon sword, after the Great Zhou Dynasty created this sword, the three Great Zhou emperors died on this sword, and the Great Zhou Dynasty also had countless royal masters who wanted to surrender this sword, and finally all of them were sucked up by this sword and died, since then this sword has become a taboo existence in the world, until the Great Zhou Dynasty divided it into six and suppressed this leyline seal.

However, the prestige of this sword has been passed down in the market and history books.

This sword ranks third in the world's famous sword list, swordsmen love famous swords, chasing famous swords, once the famous sword is born throughout the ages, it is bound to set off a bloody storm, but the world's swordsmen are afraid of the evil sword like a tiger, and no swordsman is willing to die for this sword.

"Does this person not know the weirdness of this evil sword, or does he not believe in evil?"

Li Fuzhou said secretly in his heart.

In his opinion, it was undoubtedly a fool's dream that the swordsman wanted to subdue this evil sword.

There are some evils, and if you don't believe it, you have to believe it.

Above the sky, Liu Qingshan, Tianliu and Guo Yuchun and others faced the other four masters, full of vigor and bizarre, and they were three points more fierce than the fierce battle against Li Fuzhou.

But after a long battle, even the internal strength of a first-class master will be exhausted, especially the Heavenly Remnants who have been fighting continuously.

At first, he and An Jing had already fought against each other, and then they were even more melee until now, and their internal strength was about to bottom out, so they could only retreat and start pranayama.

Tian Xuan naturally noticed An Jing's movements, and his brows couldn't help frowning.

Back then, the emperors of the Great Zhou Dynasty were all masters of the grandmaster realm, but they still died under this evil sword, which shows the evil nature and terrible nature of this evil sword.

An Jing walked to the side of the dry corpse, only to feel that the bones of his body were cold, and the breath he spit out turned into a cloud of white mist, at this time, a large amount of yin and evil qi gathered on the body of the dry corpse, and the piercing cold was difficult to stop even a first-class master.

"This dry corpse ........"

A doubt rose in An Jing's heart.

Who is this dry corpse!?

Why is this evil sword stuck in this dry corpse!?

"Buzz! Buzzing! ”

The remnant evil sword sensed An Jing's arrival and let out a pleasant sound.

An Jing subconsciously grasped the hilt of the evil sword.

The next moment, he felt his eyes glaze over, and there was a mist and darkness in front of him.

In the darkness, streaks of blood appeared, which seemed to fill the darkness, and the dazzling bright red was reflected in An Jing's pupils.

Then the blood faded away, and it was a barren, desolate land.

"Roar!"

A terrifying roar resounded in his head, and when he heard it, he couldn't help but feel a wave of fear in his heart.

This fear comes from instinct, like an innate fear of this roar, of this terrible power.

An Jing stood between heaven and earth, and the instinctive fear almost invaded his body, as if it was going to devour him.

His heart began to tremble, and his breath was also paused, as if he could not lift a breath in his chest, and then his brain began to go blank.

An Jing bit the tip of his tongue violently, and a pain came instantly, and only then did he regain a trace of consciousness, and at this moment he felt that his whole body was already covered with sweat, as if he had just experienced a big battle.

The roar faded away.

An Jing gasped for breath, then his eyes narrowed sharply and he looked ahead.

Something appeared on the barren land that hadn't just appeared.

He saw it.

When the sword breaks, people die.........

"That's ......."

Before he could realize it, An Jing's eyes darkened again, and what caught his eye was the hilt of the Evil Suppression Sword.

A qi machine came from the hilt of the sword, as if a sound like a Nine Heavenly Dragon's groan exploded between heaven and earth.

"Boom!" "Boom!"

The entire Sanmiao Mountain began to shake wildly, as if it had fallen into an earthquake.

"What's going on!?"

Many of the masters present were shocked and trembling in their hearts.

Li Fuzhou looked at the swordsman figure in disbelief, "Evil Suppression Sword!?" ”

"It's the swordsman!" Ling Yuhua looked at it, and then lost his voice.

"He's pulling out the evil sword?"

Guo Yuchun was also surprised.

The sword of suppressing evil was a forbidden weapon in the previous dynasty, and even in the Great Zhou Dynasty, it has reached the existence of a color change that everyone talks about, and such a sword represents ominous and bad luck.

"Is there really anyone in this world who can make the Demon Suppression Sword recognize its master?" Liu Qingshan also muttered to himself.

Three generations of Great Zhou Emperors and many royal masters have not been able to make this peerless famous sword recognize the master, but the swordsman in front of him has made this evil sword recognize the master, is there something mysterious in this?

"Evil Sword ......."

Compared with the others, Liyue's heart was even more shocked, and he couldn't help but say, "Who is this swordsman?" Why can he pull out the sword of evil suppression!? ”

"Phew!"

An Jing grasped the hilt of the sword with one hand and pulled it out sharply.

"Phew!"

A sword qi that soared into the sky surged up, rushing into the darkness, as if tearing a hole open, and the sword light pierced the dark night like the morning sun, illuminating everyone's faces.

Ye Taia was born!

At the same time, the flowers behind Anjing seem to be gradually condensing.

What does it feel like when night suddenly becomes day?

The stinging sensation was like the light of the earth cracking.

The surging sword qi swept in, surging with endless sharpness.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Many of the masters present were blocking with all their might, and the closest were the two of Tianzhuo and Liyue.

The two of them were also injured by the cold qi and retreated again and again.

Waves of air are flying, and smoke and dust are everywhere.

The peerless sword that has been silent for thousands of years has ushered in its sword master.

"Is this the broken Evil Sword?"

Liyue wiped the blood stains from the corners of her mouth, and there was a hint of horror in her eyes.

"It is worthy of being a peerless famous sword, even if the sword body is divided into six parts, it still has such an amazing sword intent." Tian Remnant also stared at the evil sword in An Jing's hand with both eyes, and said in amazement.

Many of the masters present were shocked.

No one thought that this evil sword would one day recognize its master.

Who the hell is this swordsman?!

Why does this sword recognize its owner!?

"Stomp, stomp...."

At this moment, there were sounds in the forest next to the main hall.

"Someone!?"

All the first-class masters present were naturally aware of the surrounding situation, as if they sensed something, and looked under the shadow of the trees in the distance.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

In the next moment, there was a rain of arrows in the moonlit sky.

The rain of arrows was dense, and there were dots of green light attached to the arrows.

"Let's go! All the monks of Hoki Temple were evacuated from this place. ”

Fa Wu hurriedly shouted.

The monks of Faxi Temple did not dare to be careless, and hurriedly retreated into the distance, but fortunately, the target of these arrow rain was not them, but the group of masters in the center.