The prestige of the Ming Hong Knife, Ye Jian had heard of it a long time ago, and when he saw it today, he recognized it at a glance.

The old man has used the sword to understand the sword all his life, and the sword heart has approached perfection, so he will naturally not be confused by a rumored sword, and in his heart, the tens of millions of famous weapons in the world are not as good as the "Dai Mei" that the woman exchanged for a wedding hairpin that day.

Ye Jian's footsteps moved, and he stabbed out a sword again, Luo Tian raised his knife to block it, and slashed out a backhand, and the Rakshasa behind him exuded a sinister aura, and the same knife fell.

The people around him didn't care about who was the master for a long time, and ran away one by one, stretching their necks to look at this unmet battle.

Seeing that the blade was about to fall, the old man did not resist, dodged and dodged, the knife fell into the air and slashed directly on the ground, and the entire Tangmen Villa was shocked, and when the smoke and dust dissipated, a chasm appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing the power of this knife, Ye Jian couldn't help but show a solemn face, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, a good divine weapon can indeed add a lot of color to the warrior.

The old man forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and slowly closed his eyes, now he was only a line away from the Sword Master, and he could already vaguely perceive some things, he knew that he didn't have much time left, and next, I am afraid that there was only one chance left.

……

Luo Tian had some admiration for the old man in his heart, and he also thought about recruiting the other party to his command, but such an amazing person, once he wears shackles, no matter how good his swordsmanship is, he will lose his charm, and now, only killing him is the greatest respect for him.

Thinking of this, Luo Tian no longer hid his strength, his eyes faintly revealed red, and the Ming Hong sword intent in his hand was even better, together with the Rakshasa behind him, it also became more and more condensed, and the aura around his body was calm, and the dark green to black ghost qi was like substance.

A black cloud gradually gathered over the entire Tang Gate, and this black cloud was not a dark cloud, but something like resentment, and from time to time various voices were heard—crying, cursing, wailing, moaning, whispering......

When everyone present heard these sounds, which seemed to come from hell, they couldn't help but feel cold all over their bodies, and their hairs stood on their feet.

Ye Jian opened his eyes, his gaze was deep, like a sword in the sheath, he glanced at everyone calmly, his eyes stayed for a moment more when he passed by Hong Mao, and his eyes faintly revealed a smile.

The old man finally looked at Luo Tian, his eyes flashed, and the sword that entered the sheath suddenly came out of its sheath.

……

The old man stepped a little, and then his figure disappeared in front of everyone's eyes, and almost at the same time, Luo Tian disappeared without a trace.

From time to time, there was the sound of weapons colliding around, but no one was always seen, only a few people present could vaguely see one after another afterimage, about three breaths later, the sound of collision stopped abruptly, and a figure fell from mid-air and slammed into a martial arts platform.

In mid-air, another person slowly landed, at this moment, his hair was scattered, and blood continued to ooze out of his right arm, and the blood was absorbed by the magic knife little by little when it flowed through the crimson blade.

Luo Tian didn't care about these details, slowly walked to the old man covered in blood, and said lightly:

"It's a pity that I didn't enter the sainthood after all."

After that, he raised his hand high and was about to stab it.

……

The young man Hong Mao had faintly noticed that something was wrong since he looked at Old Man Ye just now, and at this moment, seeing this, he rushed forward with an arrow, protected the old man, raised his head and said:

"Lao Luo, do you insist on this?"

The man was silent, and the boy continued:

"I know I can't stop you, but you remember, if we die here today, Master will definitely avenge us, he is the most powerful swordsman in the world."

The corners of Luo Tian's mouth twitched, and for the first time he said in a proud tone:

"If the immortals don't come out, Luo can kill the entire rivers and lakes."

With that, the magic knife in his hand fell suddenly.

"Alas......"

On the line between life and death, a sigh suddenly sounded from nothingness.

Luo Tian's movements suddenly froze, his body retreated again and again, and at the moment when he withdrew, a flying sword plunged straight into the ground where he had just stood.

The sword is three feet long, the hilt is bright red, and the red intent is even far better than the Ming Hong knife in Luo Tian's hand.

A vague figure slowly emerged next to the long sword, and the first sentence made Luo Tian's heart startled:

"Back then, before Master Zhang ascended, he killed the demon head with a magic sword for thousands of miles, and was finally seriously injured and escaped, presumably it must be Your Excellency."

Luo Tian's face instantly became extremely gloomy, and he said coldly:

"Who are you?"

The figure did not answer, but looked back at the young man and the old man who was about to die, and said lightly:

"I am the number one sword immortal in heaven and the world."

With that, the long sword inserted in the side flew up again, heading straight for Luo Tian.

……

Hong Mao and Ye Jian couldn't help but be a little stunned when they saw this scene, this voice was familiar to them, it was the royal authority that should have been thousands of miles away.

The other party's sentence of "the first sword immortal" directly made the old man a little unable to get off the stage.

Ye Jian's face softened a lot at this time, he shook his head and smiled bitterly, it was really the back waves of the Yangtze River, the front waves died on the beach, and the kid who was chased and killed by himself in the forest back then actually forced back a demon in a snap of his fingers at this moment.

Everyone also thinks of themselves as sword immortals, and their own sword immortals inevitably seem too worthless.

Wang Quanquan stood there quietly, his figure disappearing from time to time, and his face was even more blurred, if it weren't for an acquaintance, he would definitely not be able to connect him with that half-hung prince.

In the distance, Luo Tian once again realized the pain of being chased and killed by the flying sword.

Back then, the old way was about to soar, and Luo Tian was afraid of causing an incident, so he deliberately hid his breath, but after all, he was discovered by the other party.

The Taoist threw a wooden sword, and chased Luo Tian endlessly for three days and three nights, until he was exhausted, and finally was pierced through the chest by a sword, but fortunately, he didn't hurt the vital point, and then he picked up a life.

……

Wang Quanquan looked up at the rising moon and muttered:

"It's not early, I still have to go back to feed the child, Your Excellency will die here."

The momentum of the flying sword suddenly rose, the sword body flashed, and it disappeared in an instant, and the next moment, the sword rushed out of thin air and shot straight into Luo Tianhou's heart.

The Rakshasa behind Luo Tian reappeared, stretched out his ghost claws and wanted to grab the flying sword, Wang Quanquan smiled slightly, and said lightly:

"A little ghost, dare to do evil in the sun?"

As he spoke, the flying sword ignored the obstruction, drove straight in, and directly stabbed the Rakshasa Phantom and Luo Tian together.

Luo Tian did not have the previous good luck this time, this sword directly penetrated his heart, the middle-aged man's body stagnated, and after losing his mind for a moment, he turned his head and looked at Hong Mao, and his face showed a sincere smile again, and then he fell down in a daze.

……

Seeing this, everyone in the Tang Sect was stunned for a while, and then they came to their senses, with happiness or relaxation on their faces.

Seeing that the situation was not good, those prisoners quickly dispersed before the Tang Gate could react, escaped from the Tang Gate as quickly as they could in their lives, and plunged into the surrounding mountains and forests.

Tang Men escaped a catastrophe, Tang Zhi also thought about taking care of those little minions again, and with the support of Tang Xin and Tang Jian, he sat back in a wheelchair and came to Wang Quanquan.

The chubby old man arched his hand and said carefully:

"Thank you, Shangxian, save me Tangmen."

"If you want to thank you, thank you old man Ye, I'm just here to repay the favor."

……

I finally insisted on writing it this month, four thousand words a day is too torturous, and those who travel a hundred miles are half ninety, and the last few days are extremely tormenting, but fortunately, I persevered.

Here's an apology to everyone first, it's going to be 2,000 words a day starting next month, and it's likely to be more frequent if it's in good shape.

(End of chapter)