After the two collided, they both stepped back, and the old man Juechen stroked the long sword in his hand, as if he was looking at his beloved.

"Sword, for the king of a hundred soldiers!" When the old man Juechen held the long sword in his hand, his momentum improved a lot, and there was even a sense of pride in his words and deeds.

Cheng Yun sneered, the demon scale sword in his hand was full of blue light, and he looked at the old man Juechen mockingly.

"You don't deserve to use a sword!" Cheng Yun said after a long time.

When the old man Jue Chen heard Cheng Yun's words, his expression was excited, his face was full of anger, and he said fiercely: "When the old man was young, someone said this, but later, he died, died under my sword, and a few years ago, someone said the same thing, he, also died!"

"As I said, you are not worthy of a sword. Cheng Yun still just said mockingly.

The old man has practiced swords all his life, and his qualifications are limited, and he can only get a glimpse of human swords, but just like this, he is already a rare opponent. Old Man Juechen no longer refuted Cheng Yun's words, but raised his long sword.

"The human sword, from the hand, to hold the sword, where the sword is, is where the old lady is, the sword, the streamer!"

The old man Juechen and the long sword in his hand turned into one and turned into a streamer, crisscrossing between heaven and earth, and Cheng Yun's ears were full of the sound of the long sword whistling.

Cheng Yun didn't move, just held the demon scale sword and quietly looked at the sword shadows around him.

"Bang!"

The figures of the old man Juechen collided together, and under the confrontation of the two long swords, they were evenly matched, and the old man Juechen was a little surprised that Cheng Yun was able to resist his attack, but he did not hesitate, and his body turned into a streamer again, surrounding Cheng Yun's body, and kept whistling.

"I said, you are not worthy of using a sword! The sword is a gentleman, the gentleman's reason is righteous and bright, Cheng Mou thinks he is not a gentleman, but he is more open than you, a person who hides his head and hides his tail and cowers!" The sword qi of the demon scale sword in Cheng Yun's hand extended out half a zhang long, and stabbed fiercely towards a streamer in front of him.

After a crash sounded, Cheng Yun's streamers disappeared, and the old man Juechen with a cold face appeared from the streamer that Cheng Yun stabbed.

"When the old man was young, he was recognized by the ancestors of the tribe as a person with ordinary talents, and his hard cultivation was also unsatisfactory, and then the tribe was destroyed, and the old man was displaced for half his life, only this sword accompanied me, after hundreds of battles, he did not taste defeat!"

"Sword, weeping blood!"

The old man's body moved slightly, and the long sword in his hand drew a bloody mark, which appeared out of nowhere, spreading more and more, dyeing the road in front of the old man Juechen red, and under his feet, a blood-red road appeared, which was the road of crying blood.

"The essence and blood of the people killed by the old man will be integrated into this path, and after today, your essence and blood will also be integrated into this road of weeping blood!" Old man Juechen laughed wildly, and the long sword in his hand also trembled violently, echoing the words of his master.

One after another, monstrous waves surged up from the path of weeping blood, turning into hideous palms and striking towards Cheng Yun.

With a wave of Cheng Yun's right hand, the green rays of the Demon Scale Sword slashed out, scattering the palms of each hand, and his left hand pointed towards the void, and a red mist appeared in front of Cheng Yun out of thin air, which was the blood of the Seven Evils.

Facing the bloody hands that came again, Cheng Yun did not swing his sword to scatter again, but stood behind the bloody blood.

When the bloody hand pounced, the bloody demon seemed to have found the most delicious food, and instantly expanded several times, opening a gap and devouring the bloody hand.

After the bloody hand was devoured by the blood, it burrowed into the ground, and along the road of weeping blood, it began to devour the essence blood in the road, and the road of weeping blood quickly shrank at a visible speed.

The old man Juechen waved his hand extremely distressed and dispersed the path of crying blood, and the long sword in his hand jumped into the air, conjuring countless sword shadows, spinning and flying towards Cheng Yun.

"Those who use swords should have a bright heart, you are too gloomy, therefore, Cheng said that you are not worthy of using a sword. Cheng Yun clenched the Demon Scale Sword and fought with the sword shadows one by one, and every time the sword slashed, a sword shadow was dissipated.

"Sword! Qiling!" Old Man Jue Chen slapped his chest, and a mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, and the blood that spurted out did not drip to the ground, but flew in the direction where the long sword was.

The blood was integrated into the long sword, and its power increased a lot, and a purple light surged from the hilt of the sword, and the purple light completely engulfed the sword body, and a purple giant python conjured out from the long sword.

"Python! the sword spirits in your sword are such insidious things, you really don't deserve to use a sword!" Cheng Yun raised his hand and put away the demon scale sword.

Cheng Yun originally wanted to take out the green dragon banner and summon the green dragon phantom to fight against the purple python of the old man Juechen, but when he opened the blue light ring, a scabbard jumped out uncontrollably, and kept circling in front of Cheng Yun.

"This scabbard of Di Lang seems to have sensed the long sword of the old man Juechen, and what is conveyed from it seems to be dissatisfied with this long sword!" Cheng Yun picked up the scabbard and looked at the purple python with teeth and claws.

"I only know that this scabbard has the effect of nourishing sword magic weapons, I don't know if it has other uses, if you want to fight today, Cheng will fulfill you!" Cheng Yun instilled spiritual power into the scabbard, and then let go of his right hand and let the scabbard roar away.

The scabbard flew into the air, spinning in front of the purple python, which seemed to be afraid of the scabbard, but did not dare to step forward while spitting snake letters.

A moment later, a dazzling light appeared in the scabbard, and from it slowly appeared the phantom of a sword, this sword was unpretentious, the hilt of the sword was not decorated, it was an ordinary long sword, and it was much more ornate than it.

After the phantom of such a long sword appeared, the purple python began to tremble violently, and the moment the phantom of the long sword fully appeared, the purple python was actually attracted by it, and involuntarily squirmed towards the location of the phantom of the long sword.

The old man Jue Chen frowned, and made several seals in the distance, but they were all unable to stop the purple python's actions, the middle finger and index finger of his right hand stretched out, pointing towards the purple python, and the purple python immediately ceased to exist and turned into a long sword again.

But even so, the long sword still did not follow the guidance of the old man Juechen, it slowly moved towards the scabbard and the simple long sword phantom, its sword tip was facing the ground, the hilt was facing the sky, and it was still trembling violently in the movement, as if it was afraid of the simple long sword phantom.

The phantom of the simple long sword was inserted into the scabbard and disappeared, and the long sword of the old man Jue Chen slowly followed and inserted into the scabbard.

The old man's face changed greatly, and he pointed at his chest several times in a row, the clothes on his body were torn, and a blood-colored sigil of a long sword appeared on his chest.

The long sword slowly moved towards the old man Juechen, but the speed was extremely slow, the old man Juechen gritted his teeth, bit his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood spurted out, spraying on the sigil of the long sword on his chest, emitting a dazzling light.

Old Man Juechen's long sword was finally completely detached from its scabbard and returned to his hand.

He caressed the long sword in his hand lovingly, staring at Cheng Yun resentfully, and the reflection of a long sword appeared in his eyes.

"Monk Jiemang, you are the first to be able to fight with the old man without being defeated, for this, the old man admires! But if you want to hurt my sword, this crime should be damned!

Old Man Juechen jumped out of three steps, and at each step, a light flashed out.

The first step jumped out, and a boy with a long sword on his back emerged from the body of the old man Juechen.

The young man with a long sword in his hand and a resentful face jumped out of the body of the old man Juechen after the boy appeared.

The last one was an old man who was exactly the same as Old Man Juechen, except that his upper body was not wearing clothes, but was only engraved with countless runes in the shape of long swords.

Four figures rushed towards Cheng Yun in unison, and in everyone's eyes, there was no pupil, only the long sword was reflected in it!

The scabbard flew in front of Cheng Yun, and the simple long sword appeared again, but there was still no physical existence, only a phantom.

The long sword was slowly drawn out, roaring non-stop, Cheng Yun took out the long sword given by the black-robed old man, but just as he took it out, a huge pulling force struck, and the scabbard put the long sword into the scabbard.

Cheng Yun frowned slightly, he didn't take out the Demon Scale Sword again, at this moment his control over the scabbard was extremely weak, if he took out the Demon Scale Sword rashly, it was very likely that he would be sucked by the scabbard like this long sword.

When he was thinking about how to fight against the four sword-wielding figures, the hilt of the sword in the scabbard condensed a part, just enough for Cheng Yun to hold.

"Are you asking me to pull out this sword?" Cheng Yun looked at the scabbard and asked suspiciously, he faintly felt that the scabbard seemed to have a trace of wisdom.

The scabbard seemed to hear Cheng Yun's words, and immediately shook up and down, as if nodding in affirmation of Cheng Yun's words.

The four figures separated by the old man Juechen had already arrived, and the four long swords instantly intersected, drawing a sword net and enveloping Cheng Yun.

"As you wish!"

Cheng Yun stretched out his right hand and pulled out the simple long sword in the scabbard, although there was only one handle of the hilt, Cheng Yun felt as if he was holding an extremely sharp long sword in his hand.