A knife in the mountains and seas, like an abyss like a prison.

This knife deduces the ultimate power in the world.

Like a mountain pushing everything horizontally, with the endless and continuous stamina of the waves.

This sword is ten times stronger than the power of the peak of the Zhengang realm, a hundred times......

The Tibetan Knife Ancestor, who has achieved the Yuan Shen for a hundred years and survived the second tribulation of the Yuan Shen, can't afford to resist in the face of this terrifying knife.

watched as the ordinary steel knife landed on his head.

There is only infinite fear left in my heart.

It's at this critical juncture.

The momentum of the long knife suddenly stopped, and it stopped above the forehead of the Tibetan Knife Ancestor.

A wisp of strong wind blew gently, and a drop of cold sweat slowly slipped down his forehead.

"Why bother...... Yang came here, just to borrow a treasure knife from Guizhuang. ”

A soft sigh.

woke up a northland hero who was stunned at the scene, and also woke up the ancestor of the Tibetan knife who originally thought that he was going to die.

He stared blankly at Yang Gang's face.

Said bitterly: "You, are you really a sword demon?" ”

"Snow Mountain, Yangling. It's also what you call it - the Sword Demon. Yang Gang nodded lightly.

"But weren't you dead thirty years ago?" Looking at the ordinary long knife that looked like a mountain above his head, the eyes of the Tibetan Knife Ancestor were full of disbelief.

"Who said I was dead, is Song missing?" Yang Gang had a smile on his face.

"Uh......"

The Tibetan Knife Ancestor couldn't help but stagnate.

It is rumored that thirty years ago, the sword demon burned out the primordial spirit, and it was impossible to survive. He didn't appear for thirty years, so he must have died in some corner.

But...... That Northern Earth Supreme Heavenly Sword, it seems that he never said it?

Yang Gang looked at his expression, and couldn't help but shake his head and said again: "Yang is here, and he doesn't want to kill more." I just want to borrow the treasure knife of Guizhuang and use it again. I wonder if the owner is willing? ”

"Again, fight the Heavenly Sword again?"

With a fall, the Tibetan Sword Ancestor couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart. The Northland heroes who were dumbfounded around were even more shocked.

This statement is really shocking!

They were at a loss in their hearts, what was the identity of this 'Sword Demon'? Even if he subdued the Hidden Sword Ancestor with a single sword just now, it would be too incredible to threaten to challenge the Heavenly Sword.

But what made them even more incredible was that the Tibetan Dao Ancestor, who seemed to know the inside story, did not have any questioning look on his face.

He said with a sluggish face: "Just.... Just borrowing a knife? ”

"Just borrow a knife."

Yang Gang nodded affirmatively.

"Huh~~~" The Tibetan Dao Ancestor breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he smiled bitterly: "Your Excellency wants to borrow a knife, you said it earlier, why bother to scare the old man?" ”

A smile tugged at the corner of Yang Gang's mouth.

I saw that the Hidden Knife Ancestor took a step back cautiously, avoiding the edge of the long knife, and then said boldly: "The Sword Demon wants to borrow the knife, that is the honor of my Ice Knife Villa!" Don't say it's borrowing, as long as you open your mouth, all the weapons of the village will be presented with both hands. ”

The ancestor of the Tibetan knife, who has lived for more than a hundred years, has become an old man, and he said it very beautifully, and he wants to uncover the mustard that he just produced.

This sword demon has been hidden for thirty years, and once he is born, he will fight the Heavenly Sword again.

He wants to borrow a knife, who dares not to give it?

"I wonder what kind of knife you want to borrow? There are countless knives in my Ice Blade Villa, as long as there are them, the old man will immediately offer them with both hands. ”

"Oh~~ That must be there."

Yang Gang looked at him meaningfully and said with a smile: "The knife I want to borrow is called ...... Blood-Drinking Magic Knife. ”

"What?"

The pupils of the Tibetan Sword Ancestor shook suddenly, and a storm was set off in his heart.

"I don't know the owner of the South Wind Village, would you like to borrow a treasure knife to use?" Yang Gang asked with a smile.

The Hidden Knife Ancestor came back to his senses and said with a blank expression: "What kind of blood drinking demon knife, the old man has never heard of it?" Where did Lord Sword Demon hear the news, did you ...... Got it wrong? ”

"Haven't you heard of it?"

The smile on Yang Gang's face gradually faded.

"I don't have the patience to say the same thing a second time."

A cold killing force instantly enveloped the entire Ice Knife Mountain Villa.

Everyone felt like they were falling into an ice cave, in a snowy mountain with a biting cold wind. The ordinary long knife in Yang Gang's hand seemed to turn into a shocking sword light at any time.

Fall on their heads.

The Tibetan Knife Ancestor's expression darkened, is it inevitable after all?

He said bitterly:

"You.... How did you know about the magic knife? ”

"Don't talk nonsense. To borrow, or not to borrow. ”

Terrifying killing machines surged towards him in an instant.

"Borrow! Old man borrowed! ”

The Tibetan Knife Ancestor woke up in an instant and hurriedly responded. An old face was suddenly very ugly, like a mourning exam. If the ancestral treasures that have been hidden for hundreds of years are about to be 'borrowed' away like this, can his face be good-looking?

Who knows if the other party will pay back this loan?

This is a sword demon!

"Let's go."

Yang Gang said lightly.

"Yes, please come with me." The Hidden Sword Ancestor sighed and turned to look at the worried heirs around him.

"You guys, don't keep up."

"Alas...... The centuries-old secrecy of Ice Blade Mountain is finally no longer kept. ”

He shook his head and sighed, his face full of dejection, and walked towards the cliff behind the manor.

A few others disappeared into the square of the villa.

The surrounding crowd woke up like a dream, and they were all shocked, and discussed: "This sword demon.... Who exactly is it? It's so powerful......"

"It's a good thing we didn't do it, tsk, Grandmaster Yuanshen, I didn't have the ability to make a move, so I ......"

"Brother Chen, what are you doing in a daze?"

"I, I seem to remember...... Who is he! ”

"Who?"

"I don't know if you've heard that thirty or thirty years ago, on the Sifang City, there were two sword supreme ......."

The noise in my ears faded away.

The Tibetan Knife Ancestor walked in front of him, silent.

Yang Gang and the three of them followed quietly behind them.

The secluded mountain path is full of thorns, as if leading to a road of no return.

Yang Wuregret whispered uneasily: "Senior Niang, this hidden sword ancestor, there won't be any ambush hidden soldiers to ambush us, right?" ”

“…… He didn't dare. ”

Zhao Ling looked at Yang Gang's back and said calmly.

"Also, he's the Genshin Grandmaster. Your words .... He could hear it. ”

"Oh."

Yang Wuregret was excited, and hurriedly tightened his face, as if he had nothing to do behind Yang Gang.

A moment later.

The group came to a hidden cave.

Black shadows appeared around silently, staring at them coldly.

These people have old faces, and each of them has the strength of the Zhengang realm. It's just that he's old, and his qi and blood are very weak.

"Go down, it's fine."

The Tibetan Dao Ancestor shook his head and slammed his palm on the stone wall next to the cave.

'Click-click'

The stone wall shook, and the stone door in front of the cave opened automatically.

The four mermaids rushed in, and the stone door closed again.

A dark corridor.

A faint light lit up on Yang Gang and the Tibetan Sword Ancestor, illuminating the road ahead.

Sensing the strange aura on Yang Gang's body, the Hidden Knife Ancestor couldn't help but change his face again, and a trace of worry flashed.

"The Blood Drinking Demon Knife has been sealed at the bottom of this cave since the Ice Demon Ancestor returned seven hundred years ago. Except for the ancestors, no one can pick up the ...... The magic knife is bloodthirsty and goes berserk every once in a while. ”

The empty passage resounded with the voice of the Hidden Sword Ancestor.

He said with a sigh:

"For hundreds of years after that, my Ice Demon Villa shouldered the heavy responsibility of suppressing the magic knife, changed its name to Ice Knife Villa, and held a knife tasting conference every three years to nourish the magic knife with the blood of the heroes and calm the monstrous killing intent on its body......"

"It's just that as the years go by, the magic knife becomes more and more evil. As if it can grow on its own, the demand for more and more human blood ......"

"If it weren't for the profound heritage of my Ice Blade Mountain Villa, and every generation has a primordial god in charge, I'm afraid ...... I can't resist the terrifying magic knife for a long time. ”

"If Your Excellency takes the magic knife, it may be a blessing for me Ice Blade Villa. However, for the beings in the Northland...... "The old demon of the hidden knife stopped and looked at Yang Gang with a solemn face.

As if asking: Do you really want to do this?

Ignoring the safety of the people of the Northland.

"Don't worry, just borrow it and pay it back when you run out." Yang Gang glanced at the Tibetan Sword Ancestor with a smile.

Ice Blade Villa, shouldering the heavy responsibility of guarding the magic knife?

said that it was high-sounding, but in fact, it lured heroes from all sides with interests, and secretly fed the magic knife with their hard work......

"Ah~~"

The Tibetan Dao Ancestor sighed, and a gloomy light flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly.

There was a sound of water running ahead, as if boiling hot water was making a 'gurgling' sound.

The line of sight suddenly widens.

A dark cavern with a dull blood-red hue.

In the center of the cave was a pool of blood, and dark brown blood was tumbling and surging wildly. There was a blood-red magic knife inserted in the blood pool, exuding a stream of cold and bloodthirsty killing intent.

"This.... Someone!" Yang Wuregret exclaimed.

I saw that on a platform next to the blood pool, there was a figure wearing a black robe with snow-white hair. His figure was stunning, his face was very old, and his skin was all wrinkled together.

Seems...... It has lived for hundreds, thousands of years.

The moment everyone stepped into the cave.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes.

A pair of red eyes suddenly burst out with a shocking killing machine.

"Ancestor, save me!"