At this moment, the sword test platform of the Sword Pavilion, under the old man's words, was already boiling. Some of the young disciples were shocked, some were puzzled, and some thought it was nonsense.

When will this Sword Pavilion still have a Heart Sect? It is said that the sword master is the thirtieth generation of the head of the sect, and just now they clearly heard the sword master call the murderous old man's junior brother, that is to say...

Everyone looked at the seniors and the great cultivators of the Qingzi Sect at the top of their respective peaks, and the elders who were injured were already pale, but now their faces were even more white and red, and they looked embarrassed. This is extremely disgraceful, and it is covered up. There is no leakage from the outside world, and those who have witnessed it will definitely not mention it to their juniors.

It's just that no one thought that the bitter master who survived that year would actually come to the door. But when I thought about it for a moment, I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

This old and young will stay in the Sword Pavilion forever, just like back then.

Naturally, casually, jumping, and ruffian, Li was standing behind the old man at the moment, bending down slightly, and seriously tidying up the old man's silver hair.

"Does it have to be like this?"

"Hmm"

"No choice?"

"Nope"

。。。。

The old man stood up, and his dark robe no longer looked abrupt, but it complemented the crown a little, and it was like a fairy wind and bones.

"Naturally, you have seen the poor road out of the sword" As he spoke, he grabbed the hilt of the black big sword, and saw a shock from the blue light around him. The divine weapon that had just shattered the clear ditch with one blow was shattered, revealing its original face, a three-foot-three-inch long sword with silver flashing! The sword was still carved with aqua blue runes.

"No" Except for throwing the black sword out just now, Li naturally has never seen the master shoot a sword.

"Hahaha, apprentice, this sword, called the evening dynasty, three feet three inches and three thirds, fight for a line to the sky. Look ahead! ”

Old Dao, no, at this moment, Zhang Wendao seemed to have broken free from the shackles, and strode forward towards the sword master with a smile, his pale beard gradually turned black, and his face became a handsome middle-aged man.

Xiang Tai'a was still laughing, and she showed her white teeth.

Suddenly, the people in the field felt a wave of heat, which continued to heat up, and gradually became hot, and these cultivators in the field could not breathe, and they retreated outside the sword testing platform to barely feel better.

At this moment, the sword master was like bathed in flames, and the whole person was no longer as kind as before.

The strange long sword was slowly drawn by him. It was five feet long, slightly curved, and only two fingers wide, and the whole body of fire flowed, bringing out a burst of violence, as if it wanted to destroy the world, and swept away in all directions to the west.

The people around him retreated even further. At the same time, they were horrified to find that everyone's swords had melted! Just like that, it was nothing! Even the sword pill in the dantian has a tendency to crumble.

Li Naturally, who had withdrawn from Baizhangyuan, also saw this scene. He finally understood why the old man said that the sword master's swordsmanship was domineering. This kind of power is unique in the world!

Xiang Tai'a's voice was still gentle:

"My Sword Pavilion is the way of the sword, and those who hold the bull's ear in the Xuanmen are all surrendered under the way of heaven."

He stroked the narrow sword body with his sword fingers, his eyes were full of tenderness, as if he was muttering to himself: "This sword is called low eyebrows, there are no bones in Cui Zhe Mound, and ten thousand swords meet me with low eyebrows!" ”

Yes, in his opinion, these swords that melted before they came out of their sheaths by the disciples of the Sword Pavilion were not dry bones in the mound, what were they?

His voice was no longer gentle, but gradually sharpened. His face was even more round, like a mad demon. also walked towards Zhang Wendao.

The two were still dozens of feet apart, but their momentum had already crashed into each other.

There was a burst of flying sand and rocks in the sword test platform, and the buzzing sound of the air flow being torn, as the two of them got closer and closer, the sense of oppression with the destruction of everything in the depression became stronger and more terrifying. The feet are extremely strong, and dense sword marks have appeared on the sword test platform that has not been broken for thousands of years.

The two of them were already less than ten feet apart, standing still at the same time, looking at each other, as if their eyes were about to stir up a burst of fire.

Cave virtual realm, insight into the void. Li naturally traveled with his master to the rivers and lakes, experienced countless battles, and worshiped hundreds of sects, but this cave of virtual realm has only been seen in the description of the book.

Such might, such supernatural powers! He didn't have any fear in his heart, on the contrary, there was just a burst of excitement, this is the capital of the free world, this is the reliance of the vertical and horizontal void! Today, I see that the hole is not far from me!

Just when everyone was shocked by the horror of the Cave Void Realm, Xiang Tai'a slowly lowered his eyebrows. In his mouth, he whispered, "Shoot." ”

I saw that the sword body turned into a rainbow light and shot forward like a physical body, and the sword body continued to stretch, pointing directly at Zhang Wendao's eyebrows, and it came in an instant.

Zhang Wendao was not in a hurry, and stabbed forward towards the tip of the sword in his hand. only listened to the sound of the "bell", and it was exactly against the rainbow light turned into a low eyebrow.

The sword move was resisted, and the rainbow light gradually shook under the dance of the sword master, and turned into a red long whip, dancing all over the sky, attacking Zhang Wendao from all directions.

This seems to be an endless whip shadow, and every blow contains a powerful power, and ordinary monks encounter it, that is, they are stained with death and death.

At this time, I could only hear the tinkling of the rainbow light, and the sound was continuous. Xiang Tai'a's surging Xuan Qi continued to inject into the long whip, and the speed of the swing became faster and faster, and the onlookers could only see a phantom shadow, and they couldn't even capture the trajectory of the long whip.

"Senior brother, are you still satisfied with my Shura Blood Shadow?" The expression on Xiang Tai'a's face was hideous and crazy, and his voice revealed a little sharpness in the gentleness he tried to maintain.

"Hehe, Master has long guessed that this exercise, as well as this demon sword, will only make you crazy in the end, and now it seems that this is indeed the case."

Zhang Wendao's calm voice came from the rainbow light, and then, everyone saw a flash of blue light, and then with a bang, they saw the whip shadow dissipate, and Lao Dao stood in place with a long sword in his hand, and the corners of his clothes were not messed up. The long whip made of low eyebrows was knocked out.

The long sword returned to its original appearance, and there were bursts of fierce flames in Xiang Tai'a's hands.

"Senior brother, senior brother, the person who was shattered by the Immortal Terrace can still maintain such combat power when he is about to die. Really surprising? ”

This is the second time Li Tiantian has heard this today. These two people, one will not lie to himself, and the other is not to lie to himself.

Li Nature's mind was constantly rummaging through everything he knew at this time, trying to find some clues. Back then, what happened, why can't even the crown be restrained, why is it so secretive about the teacher, why can't it be mentioned to others? What purpose is this Sword Pavilion for smashing Master's Immortal Bridge?

No matter how many doubts there are in his heart, now is obviously not the time to think about it, he stared at the two people on the stage with his eyes, the current situation is still unclear, I don't know if the old man is as reliable as ever.

Zhang Wendao didn't care about this, it seemed that it was someone else who was going to die, not himself, I saw him pick up the sword trick and point towards the sword master

"You've finished your move, and you've also warmed up your bones. Go! ”

As he spoke, the morning and evening sword disappeared in place like a glimpse, and reappeared on the top of Xiang Tai'a's head.

"What a fast sword!" Everyone in the audience couldn't help but gasp. Unlike the speed of the sword master's whip shadow just now, the instantaneous arrival at such a distance is different from a small range of movements. Asking yourself is something that no one can do.

Xiang Tai'a knew this junior brother very well, he seemed to have been prepared, and he blocked this incomparably swift sword with a leisurely stroll.

The sword technique in Zhang Wendao's hand continued to change, and afterimages appeared on his fingers, and the water blue long sword on the opposite side flew up and down, stabbing left and right at the sword master, and each blow erupted with fierce sword light. Xiang Tai'a was able to accurately block every rapid attack, and the sound of impact was endless for a while, but it didn't hurt him at all.

After a few breaths like this, the sword master frowned slightly, revealing a little impatience, he has never been a good-tempered person, especially after pulling out his low eyebrows.

"If you are so tempted and consume my time, then I will have to teach you a lesson for your master."

"After living so old, I don't even bother to scold you if you're pretending to be a young man, I didn't expect you to deceive your teacher and destroy your ancestors and have the face to mention my master. Hehe, the kung fu in his hands has not risen, but his face and mouth have been cultivated. Your master was taught by you instead of your ancestor at that time, and the lesson is gone, right? ”

The middle-aged handsome guy Lele took back the flying sword, and hit him with a mouth. Seven crutches. Naturally, Li listened to it. Wait for him to understand the taste inside, the boss with a long mouth. The old monster on the other side pretending to be tender used to be a human thing, and it didn't seem to be a human thing.

Also, isn't that my words?

Old man, you dare to steal from me!