"There is such a blade in the world, and there is such a strange material and iron!"

"It's really a miracle of creation, and there are no wonders!" the monks who understood the explanation bowed their heads and sighed.

At the same time, I had some curiosity and emotion about the two pieces of strange iron that made the Dream Shattering Knife.

"It's not surprising!Do you remember the eyeball you saw on the Broken Sky Cliff?" the Sword Sect elder brought up a memory that everyone didn't want to mention.

During that time, whether in the high-martial arts world or in reality, everyone suffered from that crazy consciousness.

"If it really is outside the world, there are such terrible and evil creatures. So the strange iron from outside the sky can have this effect... And not surprisingly. The Sword Sect elder finally made a summary.

Of course, the subtle voices of discussion don't stop.

At this moment, on the surface of the river, the battle was as the elder said, Wentailou not only did not fall into the disadvantage because of the exhaustion of the three-plate axe, but became more and more courageous and stronger the more he fought.

The cuckold magic knife in his hand gave him extraordinary strength.

In a trance, he even saw the blush of his wife's cheeks in certain states.

The cold and noble face in the past, the intoxication and madness presented, made the hatred and resentment squeezed in Wen Tailou's heart climb directly to the peak.

The knife light is colder, the knife intent is stronger, and the knife technique is more urgent...

A knife is faster than a knife, and the rolled up river water has turned into a dream bubble.

In the bubble, the picture scrolls, the faces with the same face but different expressions, are stacked in front of Wentai Building.

"Chop, chop, chop!" Wen Tailou's hand shook rapidly, and the beautiful sword light seemed to be involved in a long dream.

The ancient divine power danced wildly with the Tianquan Knife, and the surging mana pushed the powerful true qi, wantonly venting the sword.

The two completely different, but they have repeatedly been evenly matched, collided together, constantly biting and entangled.

The Ancient Avatar let out a hearty laugh.

"Good, good, faster, faster, stronger, stronger, stronger!"

And these words fell on Wen Tailou's ears, but he seemed to see the real picture.

I saw the ancient god power riding a snow-white horse, grabbing the mane of the white horse, and galloping wantonly.

He slapped the white horse's buttocks with his long knife and laughed maniacally.

It was Wen Tailou's horse, the horse he was most familiar with, but the horse was running under someone else's crotch, in a posture he was not familiar with, and then let out a neighing soul, as if he had never given such a hearty gallop.

Wen Tailou's eyeballs were bloodshot scarlet.

His body had begun to bulge high muscles.

The veins burst out of his body, and he held the knife in his hand, slashing more fiercely at once.

At this time, how much power the knife he swung out could be energized, I am afraid that no one can say clearly.

Even the ancient supernatural powers seemed to be suppressed by him, and he only had the ability to parry.

On the bank of the river, there was a group of elder-level monks, shaking their heads and sighing.

"You can't keep it for a long time, you can't keep it... Wentai Lou has already lost... Although the ancient supernatural powers are crazy, they are still sensible. He used to push sideways because there was no enemy. And now... He found Wentailou and sensed the madness and collapse of Wentailou, so he had deliberately waited for his momentum to run out, and when Wentailou's momentum slowed down, it was the time for the ancient gods to counterattack. The Sword Sect elder said slowly.

"Go and invite him!"

"Next, can you force the ancient gods to retreat... It's all up to him!" said the Sword Sect Elder.

The battle on the river was exactly as the elder had said.

Wentailou is wantonly venting, but the ancient magic power is holding on to the square inch, not advancing or retreating, but it is as stable as Mount Tai.

Boom!

It's like a string suddenly breaks.

Wen Tailou's body began to bleed.

The key acupuncture points on his body also burst into clouds of blood mist.

Maybe there is no limit to a certain blessing, but the person who bears this power has a limit.

In the final analysis, Wentai Lou is just a martial artist who has not yet become a grandmaster.

His limit is here.

After all the hustle and bustle, it was a bleak end.

In the blood splatter, Wen Tailou used the last trace of strength to give the ancient god a knife.

This knife finally broke through the defenses, but it was like the respect and mercy that the ancient supernatural powers had given him.

The beard on Gu Shentong's face was shaved off a small bun.

Looking at the Wentai Building that fell into the water of the Scarlet River, Gu Shentong stood on the surface of the river, quietly realizing something.

Then the surging momentum was actually a little more restrained, more stable, and more profound.

At this time, the ancient supernatural power did not turn back and killed those martial arts people who were watching from the shore.

He stood quietly on the surface of the river, then looked up.

I saw that under the clear sky overhead, a figure in a white cloak stepped on a huge crane hovering above the nine heavens, looking down at the vast beings under his feet.

"When I didn't arrive, the people were painted, and when I arrived, all the flowers bloomed. ”

"I have a sword that can open the heavens and the earth, cut mountains and rivers, cut stars, and sentence life and death. ”

"Who is under your feet to be worthy of a battle?"

An inexplicable arrogance, a trembling and amazing momentum, emanated from the figure on the crane's back.

The ancient god looked up at the figure, and leapt into the air to stand side by side with it.

"I'm an ancient supernatural power, who are you?" the ancient supernatural power looked at the man in front of him.

He seems to be ordinary, but between his gestures, there is infinite charm, although he can't explain clearly, but it seems that every action has a supreme truth.

The man standing on the back of the crane put his hands behind his back and said leisurely: "My name is Jiuxuan, I have discussed with the Three Emperors, and I have also drunk with Xiao Nu, and I have witnessed the rise and fall of one era after another. I've heard your name before, do you know why you're not as good as Xiao Nu?"

Gu Shentong said angrily: "I'm not as good as Xiao Nu? He's just a despicable villain, an ignorant junior... If it weren't for his tricks, I would have been delayed to this point, and the void would have been shattered. ”

The man on the crane's back shook his head and said, "No! You see only the broken void, and you see only what you hold in your hand, but you don't see what is beyond your palm. The three inches of the palm are the heart, the three feet outside the palm are the meaning, and the three feet outside is the Tao. You don't see your heart, you don't see your mind, you don't see the Tao, what do you compare with Xiao Nu?"

When the ancient gods heard this, they fell silent and sneered: "In the end, it's just a battle, you fight with me, you win..." I will believe what you say. ”

Jiu Xuan shook his head and said: "You have a big battle with a strong enemy, your breath is unstable, and the killing intent in your heart is boiling, it seems to be strong, but in fact, you have already lost your square inch." I'll let you go back and recuperate for ten days, and after ten days, on the top of Mount Tai, you and I will fight!"

After that, Jiuxuan controlled the crane and flew into the distance.

Gu Shentong wanted to catch up, but after thinking about it, he restrained himself.

Then it turned into a streamer of light and disappeared into the sky.

On the bank of the river, the Sword Sect elder touched the cold sweat on his forehead, and finally let out a long breath.

Naturally, there is no peerless master in this world.

That Jiu Xuan is just a charlatan who has cultivated the False Power Divine Skill.

If he doesn't do it, it will give people the illusion that he must be strong.

It's just that the consequence of cultivating the Void Divine Skill is that he can't cultivate the real martial arts skills, and his actual combat effectiveness is no different from that of ordinary people.