"Sword name, cut iron!"

Gently waking up the sword name, I saw that the Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor did not make a move immediately, but just gently stroked the sword body of the flying sword in front of him with his fingers.

In those expressionless eyes, there was an unprecedented soft light.

"Situ boy, you're going to fight hard!"

In the Chuan Gong Pavilion, Elder Chuan Gong said in a deep voice.

"Yes, since he used the Iron Sword, it means that he has really been forced into a desperate situation!"

Another voice sounded, and I saw Elder Chuangong's side, and I don't know when, there was actually an extra figure.

This man looked like a clumsy man, his face was covered with wrinkles like ravines, his hair was all white, his mouth was open, and even most of his teeth were gone.

The ancestor of the original baby, enjoying a thousand years of life, if he is willing, he can even maintain the appearance of his youth.

However, the person who suddenly appeared in front of him could hardly hide the aging aura on his body.

This shows that the age of the other party is already very big and very big, and he is almost in the realm of heaven and man!

Seeing the person coming, Elder Chuangong couldn't help frowning, and said, "Old fellow, you're dying, why don't you run out to continue your life?"

Hearing this, I saw that the old man glared at the Elder Chuangong fiercely, and said viciously: "Chuan Gong boy, do you think that now that your wings are hard, Lao Tzu will not dare to spank you?"

Hearing the other party's words, Elder Chuangong seemed to have thought of something, and the old face couldn't help but blush slightly.

"Ahem"

Coughing lightly, he concealed his embarrassment, only to hear Elder Chuangong change the subject: "Old fellow, you participated in that battle a thousand years ago, is this person really the leader of the Bloody Clothes Sect back then?"

Elder Chuangong looked puzzled.

Although their generation grew up listening to the story of the Great War a thousand years ago, the other party is a legend a thousand years ago after all.

And the ancestor of the Yuan Infant is only a thousand years old, even if the other party does not die now, he will probably be like the old man around him, using the turtle breath method to continue his life, but it is impossible to be like the bloody clothes outside, he can shoot unscrupulously.

"I don't know!"

The old man shook his head and said.

"I don't know?"

Hearing this, Elder Chuangong was a little stunned, and then lost his voice and said: "Old fellow, I just think, with your timid character, how could you participate in that battle a thousand years ago, in those years, you boasted to us about your glorious deeds, you really are bragging, right?"

"Smack!"

As soon as he heard Elder Chuangong's words, a big withered hand slapped his ass fiercely.

"Chuan Gong boy, you talk nonsense again, see if I don't beat your ass!"

The old man said viciously.

"Hehe, old fellow, you're still so powerful, it seems that you're not old enough to be bad!"

was spanked, and the elder was also annoyed, but he smiled.

If any disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect saw this scene, I am afraid that his jaw would drop in surprise.

After all, Elder Chuangong had been in the Chuangong Pavilion for I don't know how many years, and almost no disciples in the sect had ever seen him smile.

Now this hippie smiling face is really different from the feeling he usually gives people.

Ignoring the hippie smiling elder on the side, he saw that the old man's cloudy eyes seemed to have passed through the endless void and were directly reflected on the battlefield above the Divine Sword Peak.

"How many years have you not seen the Situ family's kid's iron sword?"

The old man muttered, "I'm afraid, no one will know that the most amazing Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor of this generation only cultivated an iron sword that was at the bottom of the Ten Thousand Swords List, right?"

"Hey, who's to say it's not?"

At this time, Elder Chuangong also rubbed his buttocks and came over, saying, "Back then, I scared you old guys a lot, a famous sword at the end of the Ten Thousand Swords List can actually break through thorns and thorns all the way and become the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Swords!"

"yes, we old guys, we're really scared!"

The old man seemed to be reminiscing about the old days, and the wrinkles on his face were soothed a little.

"However, a famous sword is just a famous sword after all, and it also has its limits!"

At this time, I heard Elder Chuangong sigh and said, "The Iron Sword was cultivated by Situ Boy beyond its limit, making it the strongest, but also the weakest!"

"Yes, to cut the enemy is to cut yourself, I don't know how many more swords you can cut out of the iron?"

The old man also sighed and said.

"I don't care how many swords are cut out, I only care, can this sword cut the guy on the other side?"

Elder Chuangong said, a cold killing intent appeared on his face.

How many years have passed? Wanjianmen has been knocked on the door again, which is a great humiliation for the swordsman.

Only with the sword in his hand can he wash away this humiliation.

"It's time to make a move!"

Suddenly, only the old man could be heard.

Hearing this, Elder Chuangong suddenly lifted his spirit, and looked at the top of the Divine Sword Peak with burning eyes.

......

"Sword name, cut iron!"

With a low shout, I saw the Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor reach out and grab the hilt of the flying sword in front of him.

In an instant, the bloody clothes on the opposite side shrank suddenly.

At this moment, Xueyi only felt that the aura around his body had faintly changed unusually.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, it seemed to feel the extraordinaryness of the sword of the Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor, but it was the first time that the bloody clothes shot in advance.

I saw that in front of him, a blood-colored vortex appeared, and a terrifying devouring power came out of the blood-colored vortex.

In an instant, everyone only felt that above the Divine Sword Peak, the light was dim, as if even the light in that void was swallowed by the blood-colored vortex.

"Old Ancestor, he's going to be fine, right?"

The other party's move was a terrifying move, which immediately made all the Ten Thousand Swords disciples present worried.

However, everyone was worried, and suddenly, in the void that suddenly lost its light, a cold cold light tore through the darkness.

What kind of cold light was that? Extreme edge, unparalleled speed, leaving a trace of eternal existence in the void.

"Cut iron?"

Suddenly, Bloody Yi spoke: "A good sword, come to think of it, this sword is your natal flying sword, right?"

This was the first time that Bloody Yi had spoken to praise the sword of the Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor, as if this simple and unpretentious sword had surpassed the previous gorgeous and unparalleled four swords!

However, it is true, just now, what the bloody clothes faced seemed to be an ordinary sword, however, this sword transcended time and space, making it impossible to dodge!

On the other side, the Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor did not answer the question of the bloody clothes, only to see him looking at the iron sword in his hand with a soft face.

Immediately, with a soft groan from the blade of the Iron Chopping Sword, the void in front of him suddenly split into two.

The bloody coat was also cut in half, but under the tumbling of the blood, it was still closing in the middle, but the speed of recovery was not as fast as before.

"Hey, hey, the five swords have passed, young man, you lost this bet!"

The voice of the bloody clothes came.

This voice, to the ears of all the Ten Thousand Sword Sect disciples present, was so heavy.

Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor lost!

The myth of the invincibility of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate has been broken!

It was as if the faith in his heart had collapsed all of a sudden, making all the Ten Thousand Swords Sect disciples present faintly unacceptable.

"Brush—"

However, just when the desolate atmosphere in the field was permeating, suddenly, a sword light unexpectedly slashed towards the bloody clothes that were slowly closing in the air.

It was the Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor himself who made the Five Swords Covenant!

This.........

For a moment, many people were a little unresponsive.

Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor, the Optimus Pillar of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate, is the only existence that follows the law.

Now, there has been a reversal, the covenant of the five swords has passed, and the sixth sword has actually been released!

"Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor!"

With a loud shout, the bloody clothes that were recovering, didn't seem to expect that the young man in front of him would backtrack.

It's just that at this moment, he is already powerless to dodge this sudden sixth sword.

The terrifying sword intent instantly tore through the blood clothes that were recovering, and constantly annihilated the blood qi in the air.

"Agreed, I'm losing!"

At this time, an indifferent voice came from the mouth of the Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor-

"However, the evil demon is outside, and I also want to kill it!"

There is nothing wrong with that.

The covenant of the five swords, it is true that I lost.

However, I didn't say that after the five swords, there will be no more swords!

In an instant, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, who were originally depressed, suddenly rekindled their hopes.

Although the Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor lost, the enemy was going to die, and this account was not a loss!

It's just that just when everyone thought that the enemy had been annihilated, they saw the bloody clothes explode violently, turning into countless blood shadows, flying in all directions.

"Young man, you lost this game, I hope you don't break your word!"

The voice of the bloody clothes came: "Also, this account, this sect has written it down!"

"Hehe, it's all here, where are you going to escape?"

That's when things happen.

I saw a figure suddenly appear, with a delicate silver mask on its face.

The next moment, I saw this figure, and a silver flying sword appeared in his hand, and with a wave, thousands of silver sword lights flew out, chasing straight towards the blood that dispersed in the air.

"It's the Thousand-Faced Sword Immortal!"

Suddenly, in the crowd, I don't know who shouted.

In an instant, the rest of the people reacted, it turned out that this was the most mysterious and treacherous Thousand-Faced Sword Immortal among the Seven Sword Immortals.

At the same time, many people's worship of the Thousand-Faced Sword Immortal is already incomprehensible.

You must know that the other party is now just a Jindan real person, and he actually dares to make a move against the Yuanying Ancestor, not to mention, the other party is still a great monk who can fight with the Ten Thousand Swords Ancestor!

Not only that, the Thousand-Faced Sword Immortal had an excellent grasp of timing, and this was the time when the opponent was the weakest.

As his sword light passed, countless blood shadows were annihilated.

Soon, he saw that there was no more blood in the air, but all of them were killed by the Thousand-Faced Sword Immortal.

After doing all this, I saw the Thousand-Faced Sword Immortal turn around and look at the Ten Thousand Sword Ancestor.

"Old man Wanjian, your strength, over the years, there hasn't been much progress!"

Suddenly, I could only hear the Thousand-Faced Sword Immortal speak.

As soon as these words came out, the audience was immediately shocked.

Those present almost suspected that something was wrong with their ears.