Zhao Ping'an looked at the small sword in the old man's hand, and knew that this was also a magic weapon, if he had reacted a little slower just now, this magic weapon would have shot through his chest, and the consequences would not only be injured.

Zhao Ping'an thought that he was still careless, these humans can gain a firm foothold in the demon forest, and there will definitely be a means to break the bull, just relying on the strength he showed just now, it is not enough, if he thought of this earlier, he should have taken precautions, maybe he will not be hit, and there have been demon beasts with magic weapons before, and humans with magic weapons are more normal.

"This magic weapon of mine was also famous in this demon domain forest back then, and I also killed hundreds of demon beast masters with it, so I found a place to live in it, and I didn't expect it to make a contribution today." The old man said with a smile.

"I have to say that your magic weapon is really difficult to guard." Zhao Ping'an said, and then slowly stood up.

"But you're still out of the way, you're not bad, if you don't have this magic weapon, I really wouldn't be your opponent; It's a pity, I just have this magic weapon, and such a good seedling of yours will be destroyed in my hands. The old man said.

"It's really hard to say, just with a magic weapon, you want to kill me, then you can't do it." Zhao Ping'an said.

"You've already tasted his power, and you dare to say that, you really don't know whether you live or die." The old man said with a smile, and then rushed towards Zhao Ping'an in an instant, and the long sword in his hand stabbed at Zhao Ping'an with a dazzling cold light.

As soon as Zhao Ping'an stretched out his hand, he took out another long sword, and instantly slashed out hundreds of qi swords towards the old man, shooting towards the old man from different directions.

The old man's long sword spun, and Zhao Ping'an's attack was dispersed, and then the long sword stabbed at Zhao Ping'an again.

Because the old man had a magic weapon, Zhao Ping'an had more scruples, whether it was attacking or defending, he kept his energy, but his attack was still very fierce, and the long sword with the air sword covered the old man.

The old man's long sword was completely entangled by Zhao Ping'an's long sword and qi sword, but he didn't care, his magic weapon could be shot out at any time, he just needed a chance to kill with one blow, even if he didn't have this opportunity, he could sacrifice the magic weapon with all his might, and he could also hurt Zhao Ping'an, he was still confident in this.

The old man saw that Zhao Ping'an was already attacking him with all his strength, and knew that it was time, and with a movement of his left hand, the magic weapon instantly shot towards Zhao Ping'an.

At this time, the distance between the two was very close, and the old man knew that Zhao Ping'an couldn't avoid his magic weapon no matter how fast he reacted, and it was inevitable to hurt him, and he had already seen the scene where Zhao Ping'an was shot away again.

Just as the old man was waiting to reap the fruits of victory, a ray of light stretched out from Zhao Ping'an's body, actually blocking his magic weapon.

Zhao Ping'an has suffered a loss in the old man's magic weapon, of course, he will always let him use the magic weapon again, his divine thoughts have been locked on the old man, and at the moment when the old man's left hand moved to launch the magic weapon, the sword box on his back was also activated, and a flying sword blocked the old man's magic weapon.

The magic weapon was blocked, and the old man hurriedly withdrew the magic weapon, but eleven rays of light flew out from behind Zhao Ping'an, which actually blocked the way of the flying sword and trapped the flying sword.

At this moment, the old man showed a panicked look, and hurriedly urged the magic weapon, but the magic weapon could not break through the blockade of the twelve flying swords, and was completely locked by the twelve flying swords.

The corners of Zhao Ping'an's mouth curled, and he couldn't help but smile when he saw the old man anxiously summoning back the magic weapon, and at this time, the old man was in a hurry, just thinking about taking back the magic weapon, but ignoring Zhao Ping'an's existence, as a result, his body was full of flaws, of course he would not let go of this opportunity, and the long sword in his hand was split out.

There was a soft sound, and the old man flew backwards with blood.

"Poof..." There was another soft sound, and an air sword nailed the old man to the ground.

Zhao Ping'an locked the small sword magic weapon, grabbed it directly in his hand, and then erased the old man's mark.

The old man was backlashed, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.

"It's really a good magic weapon, but you used it blindly." Zhao Ping'an said, and then put away the little sword, he was not interested in this magic weapon, not because he disliked it, but because he wanted to improve his strength, he couldn't rely too much on foreign objects.

"What are you... Magic weapon? The old man asked with difficulty.

"It's not a magic weapon, it's a sword box." Zhao Ping'an replied, and then put away the old man's storage ring and long sword.

"I just said that I will bury you here, and now I am about to fulfill my promise to you." Zhao Ping'an said, and then with a wave of his hand, an aura split out, and a big pit was split next to the old man.

The old man glanced at the big pit, a mouthful of blood spurted out, the light in his eyes quickly receded, his body stiffened, and then he lost his breath.

Zhao Ping'an put the old man's body into the pit and buried him here.

Zhao Ping'an walked up to Zhao Xiaoyou and sat next to her.

"You're hurt." Zhao Xiaoyou said.

"Well, I need healing." Zhao Ping'an said.

"I'll sing to you, it hurts when you listen to the song." Zhao Xiaoyou said, and then sang: "I'm a little duck, babbling and babbling..."

Zhao Ping'an shook his head helplessly, then took a pill and began to meditate to heal his injuries.

Zhao Ping'an's injuries were much more serious than they looked, the small sword magic weapon pierced his shoulder, and when he later controlled the twelve flying swords to trap the magic weapon, each time the magic weapon collided with the twelve flying swords, it brought some shocks to Zhao Ping'an, once or twice, or even a dozen times, but the magic weapon collided with the twelve flying swords more than three hundred times, which cumulated, and shocked Zhao Ping'an out of internal injuries.

Zhao Xiaoyou didn't disturb Zhao Ping'an's healing, just singing and waving the branches in his hand on the side.

Zhao Ping'an felt his current situation while healing, and his swordsmanship reached a new height under the blessing of sword intent, his power increased countless times, and he was more spiritual, which also showed that his perception of sword intent was more thorough, and his sword intent was also improved.

The improvement of sword intent brings about the improvement of attack power, which makes Zhao Ping'an find that his previous cultivation is still not hard enough, and his potential is still not fully stimulated, and now it is like water in a sponge, squeezing out little by little, and he can't give full play to his true strength at all, he wants to change this situation, and he must do his best to stimulate his potential.