The sword aura was fierce, and the crisp and loud sound of the sword roar sounded for a while, which was breathtaking.

Ye Wuwu's eyes were flat, quietly looking at the scene that was happening in front of him, the corners of his mouth hung slightly, and he seemed to twitch slightly.

The sound of the sword.

The sound of the sword, or the sound of the sword.

The sound of the sword roar emitted by the thousands of immortal swords, the light of the formation, compared to the scene of Lu Caiwei on the sword mountain of the Tibetan Sword Villa that day, can be described as much more spectacular.

At that time, Ye Wuwu was at the foot of the mountain, looking at his junior sister being surrounded by ten thousand swords on the Sword Mountain from afar, and he still had some admiration and envy in his heart.

At that time, he also thought that it would be great if one day, he could trigger a spectacular scene of ten thousand swords in unison.

Ye Wuwu took a deep breath, but the look in his eyes became more and more weird.

And now he did.

But this is completely different from what he imagined.

Thousands of immortal swords only rang out for him, which was true.

But these fairy swords all exuded a chilling sword intent, as if they wanted to tear him apart.

There seems to be some small deviations in this result.

But it doesn't hurt anymore.

A smile appeared on the corner of Ye Wuwu's mouth.

Angry?

That's right.

In the sword mound full of sword intent, Ye Wuwu's words sounded leisurely, but compared to before, it was a little more contemptuous.

"Heavenly Sword? Fairy Sword? ”

"No matter how glorious your past was, it was only the past, and what is the difference between you now, in my opinion, and the broken copper and iron scattered randomly on the streets?"

"I can't even pull out a sword, I haven't wielded a sword for a thousand years, and even so, I'm willing to maintain the status quo."

"I'd rather stay here and the sword collapse, the sword body decay, and the sword destroys than seek change, and even the heart of the sword has been forgotten."

"Don't call it a sword, it's been in the soil for thousands of years anyway, so just stay in the soil for the rest of your life.

If I had the chance, I'd like to plant turnips all over you scrap metal.

Any idea why? Well, you know?

At least the turnips can still be eaten, what about you? Not even a turnip. ”

Ye Wuwu scolded, his voice became louder and louder, his momentum became more and more violent, and his expression was even more cheerful.

To be honest, he scolded coolly.

I felt that in an instant, the heavy pressure in my heart was relieved a lot.

Behind him, the Sword Spirit Ancestor in a sword widened his eyes and opened his mouth to say something, but he was speechless for a long time.

Those Heavenly Sword Immortal Swords, it seemed that the sword roar also stopped for a moment, and the aura weakened.

It seems that he was a little stunned by Ye Wuwu's scolding.

But the next moment, the fairy swords who came to their senses trembled one by one, and the figures of the sword spirits came out one by one, no longer with different expressions as before, but with angry expressions.

Especially when those sword spirits came back to taste, they were actually compared by the other party to the radish, and even came to the conclusion that they were not even as good as the radish.

I just can't wait to pierce that guy through the heart of ten thousand swords!

Ye Wuwu coughed, and then he was about to speak loudly again.

He's going to curse again.

But in a blink of an eye, his complexion changed, and he was already a spirit-like existence, and in the blink of an eye, he escaped into his own body below.

But in his eyes, there was a hint of shock.

Here it comes.

What's coming?

Sword coming!

The Sword Spirit Ancestor not far away retreated a few steps slightly, although it was already in the middle of the sword body, it was still shocked by the scene in front of it.

Sword Spirit Ancestor's eyes rolled, and his tone was a bit harsh.

"Good fellow...... Play big. ”

Thousands of sword shadows flashed in unison, and in just a moment, more than a thousand swords broke through the ground and flew towards Ye Wuwu.

Although the sword spirit can't fight against the enemy, it can still do it in a moment.

Each sword carried a fierce sword intent, and it was menacing.

These Heavenly Swords and even Immortal Swords, even when they were defeated, they had never been so insulted.

Ye Wuwu's words really made these old sword spirits who had been closed for thousands of years collectively break their defenses.

They want to destroy Ye Wuwu alive.

But Ye Wuwu only has the last trace of consciousness left at this moment, and there is actually no similarity or difference with the sword spirit, so how can he punish the other party?

There was a sword suspended in the air, and after a moment's hesitation, the sword spirit inside it was a middle-aged man.

The man's eyes seemed to be tired, and there was a lot of anger on his face before, but when he really came to Ye Wuwu's corpse at this moment, he hesitated.

It's been more than 1,300 years......

The man's face with tired eyes suddenly showed a touch of fierceness, but in an instant, Ye Wuwu's body fell straight down, like a silver light falling on the blade.

The sword body collapsed and shattered in an instant, turning into a burst of silver-white flocculent light, and then it merged into Ye Wuwu's body.

Then, it was the sword spirit of this sword, that is, the middle-aged man, who rushed towards Ye Wuwu's heavenly spirit, disappeared in an instant, and merged into it.

Before merging, the sword spirit let out a word that only the sword spirit could hear, echoing in all directions.

"you, wait for someone who is destined, I've been waiting for Lao Tzu for more than a thousand years, and I'm not waiting today."

"I can't care so much, I've had enough of being a sword spirit, since I can't meet a suitable sword master, why don't I become the sword master myself?"

It's obviously a curse, but it inexplicably reveals a bit of heroism.

Maybe it was the words of the sword spirit man that moved the rest of the sword spirits, maybe it was Ye Wuwu's contempt and ridicule that angered these sword spirits, or maybe it was because of something else......

Is it buried here for a thousand years until it disappears, or is it just around the corner, maybe the only chance in this life?

There was a sound of crumbling.

The sky is full of brilliance, integrated into Ye Wuwu's body.

There are also countless sword spirits, flying towards Ye Wuwu Heavenly Spirit and blending into it.

They don't want to wait any longer.

Thousands of immortal swords rose in unison at this moment, coming from all directions.

Immediately afterwards, Qi Qi shattered and disintegrated, turned into a streamer, and slowly integrated into Ye Wuwu's body.

The sky is full of swords, and this is a majestic picture composed of thousands of swords.

"This ......"

The Sword Spirit Ancestor was already speechless at the moment.

He has also been here for more than a hundred years, and he is very clear about the temper of the sword spirit here.

He originally thought that it would be good to have about one-tenth of the sword spirits here who were willing to try, after all, these sword spirits were all very arrogant.

didn't think about it, in the current scene, about half of the Immortal Sword Heavenly Sword had risen into the air, and the remaining half seemed to be hesitant and making a final choice.

The unity of human swords and the casting of swords naturally means that the more swords, the better, so that they will become more powerful.

But so many Heavenly Sword Immortal Swords poured into Ye Wuwu's body, and Ye Wuwu's body was a newly opened battlefield.

Countless sword spirits are among them, just to win one person, and only one person who persists to the last can become the true master of this body.

Can this kid bear it?

The Sword Spirit Ancestor's expression couldn't help but reveal a hint of worry.

(End of chapter)