The black shuttle boat broke through the water and slowly headed ahead.

Pillowing Ah Xiang's still soft belly, Da Zhu Wuhuang, who had not slept for a long time, fell into a deep sleep, and the slightly yellowed night knife in his hand floated in the wind.

The dragon Maegers lay on his stomach in the cabin, swinging his tail from side to side, sliding forward with all his might.

I don't know how long it took, and the sleeping Great Zhu Wuhuang was woken up by the shaking under him.

"What's wrong?" he sat up, rubbing his sleepy eyes and probing around.

As far as the eye can see, the dense forests covering both sides of the bank have long disappeared, replaced by clouds and smoke covered by ancient mountains of cangshu, and the vast and mighty Poria River basin lies in it.

Looking at the heavy mountains and peaks in front of him, an indescribable majesty and oppressive pavement came.

I don't know if it's an illusion or other reasons, the Poria River, which flows through here, has become extremely dark and dull, like ink, and even a little viscous.

Even the wooden boat, which was moving at a constant speed, felt significant resistance.

With the help of Meguels's huge body, Da Zhu Wuhuang put half of his body close to the water, and stretched out his hand to fish on the water.

Brown water dripped from his palms, leaving behind a small pile of black debris.

At the same time, a unique metallic smell poured into the nasal cavity.

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang frowned, and secretly thought to himself, "How can it be iron filings?"

The waters of the Poria River are innumerable, spanning the four domains, and almost flowing through the entire eternal realm, and the flow area of the water area can be described as changing rapidly, and it is impossible to accumulate a large number of iron filings here.

However, this water area is mixed with a huge amount of iron filings, which almost affects the water quality of the entire water.

"What a strange place. Emperor Zhu Wu brushed off the iron filings from his hands and sat on Meguels's back again.

Maguels flicked his tail slightly, and his voice became vigilant, "The front is that guy's domain, you must be careful later." ”

Emperor Zhu raised his eyebrows, "Why, won't you let me go alone later?"

"Why, how come, I'm sure I'll go with you, and I'll cheer you on when the time comes. Magells turned his head with a harmless look.

Emperor Zhu nodded helplessly, then stood up and stared ahead.

As the wooden boats move deeper, black mountains of different shapes come into view.

Along with the appearance of the mountains, there is also a rich and awe-struck aura that quietly rises from all directions.

After perceiving this aura, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang did not dare to be ambiguous at all, and pulled out the Haoshen saber and waited for it.

Maegers was the first to notice the situation, and after a quick inspection of a pair of amber eyes, he roared, "Someone's coming!"

As soon as the words fell, a transparent qi slash as thin as a hair came out of the air and slashed towards Emperor Zhu Wu.

He had already taken precautions, so he directly raised his knife to meet it, and quickly tore through the transparent qi slash.

At the same time, hundreds of transparent qi slashes quietly appeared in the four fields, and then all of them gathered momentum and moved in an instant.

Without waiting for Emperor Zhu Wuhuang to make another move, the Maegers under him roared violently into the sky, and the invisible qi wave spread out like ripples.

When the transparent sword qi encountered this qi ripple, they shattered and dissipated one after another.

But in an instant, everything was back to normal.

"Every time I have to engage in a bullshit battle, the key is that no one can prevent it, and I don't know how to change it after so many years. Magals muttered discontentedly.

Although the qi slash disappeared, the aura that emerged from all directions was still there.

Just as Emperor Zhu Wuhuang was about to remind Meguels, dozens of figures condensed by black clouds and smoke suddenly appeared around the wooden boat.

Emperor Zhu came back to his senses violently, and the long knife in his hand also subconsciously slashed towards the figure closest to him.

Like a fist into cotton, the long knife easily tore the figure apart, but then the figure regathered like a cloud of smoke, and the slightly darkened thin face looked at Emperor Zhu Wuhuang expressionlessly.

Another slash, about the same thing.

At this time, Meguels's voice rang out, "These guys are all puppets, they are the swordsmen tossed out by that old guy, they know me, there is no need to worry." ”

After speaking, Meguels raised his huge head again and looked at the figures in the air, "The Great King of Extinction, noble Maguels, I am back again, hurry up and take me to meet your master." ”

The figures, who were collectively referred to as the swordsmen by Meguels, glanced at the cabin in unison, and then really stopped attacking.

About a hundred figures all turned into black clouds and smoke at this moment, and then gathered again, forming a figure directly in front of Emperor Zhu Wu.

This figure is extremely thin, as if it is a sword that has been opened and opened, giving people a unique sense of sharpness.

Behind him, he carried nearly twenty scabbards of different shapes.

In the sheath, there is no sword.

"Please, come with me. A voice without the slightest emotion came from the sword squire's mouth, and he immediately volleyed into the air first.

"Don't be stunned, hurry up and keep up. Mei Guels hurriedly glanced at Emperor Zhu Wu.

"Why, you're not coming with me?"

"I, I won't go in yet, just wait for your good news outside the mountain gate. ”

“......”

Stepping into the air, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang followed closely behind the sword attendant.

Dark clouds sink down, gradually obscuring the tops of the black mountains.

As the Poria River area became wider and wider, the four fields suddenly opened up, and at the same time, some traces of man-made people also increased.

In the originally cold mountains, there is also a feeling of dryness and heat.

Soon, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang knew where the feeling of heat came from.

After turning a huge mountain, huge furnaces rise above the rocks, and fireworks with colored textures rise from the furnaces.

One after another, the figures rushed between the furnaces, throwing something into the furnace from time to time.

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang took in this scene, and suddenly understood how so many iron filings had been deposited in this water.

Only the sword, only the sword.

This scene was quickly left behind, and under the leadership of the sword attendant in front of them, the two finally stopped in the middle of an extremely empty valley.

The soles of the feet hit the ground, and a breath so subtle that it would not be perceptible if you didn't feel it carefully swayed up, but disappeared in an instant.

In the gap when the sword attendant left alone, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang closed his eyes and felt it, only to realize that the entire valley was almost wrapped in countless unknown aura.

After about dozens of breaths, a figure slammed down from the sky, and his slightly narrowed eyes looked directly at Emperor Zhu Wu.

The visitor was dressed in a plain black robe, with unkempt hair, and a pair of empty hands, and nothing else, so simple that it couldn't be more concise.

"What's the matter?"

Hearing the visitor's inquiry, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang arched his hand and said, "Entrusted by someone, I came to ask the Qingying Sword Saint to get something back." ”

"Is it because of that little worm?" said the old man with unkempt hair.

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang was stunned for a moment, wondering if Megaels, who was a giant dragon, was the little worm in his mouth.

Before he could speak, the old man continued, "In that case, then come." ”

After finishing speaking, the old man took a slight wrong step, and with his feet lightly, an irregular long iron rod broke through the ground and came to the palm of the old man.

"A pillar of incense, if you haven't fainted yet, then even if you win, I will give you back the things, but on the contrary," the old man said, "If you lose, then give me a sword for ten years here!"

"What, what?, a sword that has been forged for ten years?!" Emperor Zhu Wuhuang's eyes were shocked, and he subconsciously blurted out, "Why didn't I know there was this?"

The old man looked at him, "This is the rule, what's the matter, that little worm didn't tell you?"

Da Zhu Wuhuang almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and then he knew that he had fallen for that guy in Meguels.

Even if the ancestors of Meguels have already been greeted in their hearts, this competition is now inevitable.

Emperor Zhu Wu, who was originally going to paddle, had to go all out, after all, if he really lost, he would have to cast a ten-year sword for others in this place where birds don't......

Outside the Chongshan Pass, Maegels, who was lying in the black shuttle wooden boat, sneezed hard, and then twisted his fat figure with excitement on his face, "Hehe, even if he loses this time, this king doesn't have to forge a sword for that old guy, hehehe......"

Gathering his mind, Haoshen's saber slowly unsheathed, and the pitch-black long blade exuded a sharp and incomparable posture.

The old man, who originally looked like he was asleep, suddenly became solemn after seeing this long knife, and his hand that looked like an iron rod was slowly clasped tightly.

The pitch-black long blade was horizontal in front of him, and Great Zhu Wuhuang took a deep breath, and then said in a deep voice, "Come on!"

The old man who came back to his senses shook his head without a trace, and the next moment his whole body was straight out, and the iron rod in his hand was cut off on the head.

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang quickly retreated half a step, and the long knife in his hand met him.

A huge force pressed down, but in an instant, only a "ding" sound was heard, and the iron rod that was on the Haoshen saber was directly cut into two from two-thirds of the stick.

Taking this opportunity, Emperor Zhu Wu's body shape was slightly wrong, so as to remove the huge force that reached his shoulders.

Looking at the broken stick in his hand, the old man's expression was a little stunned, and then he slammed the ground again, and a sword blank that could barely be seen to be a long sword broke through the ground and came to the old man's hand.

"What kind of operation is this, to get a weapon out of one place?" Da Zhu Wuhuang clenched his long knife and secretly scolded himself, "Then wouldn't I suffer a loss?"

It seems that he saw that the long knife in the hand of Emperor Zhu Wu was not extraordinarily iron, and the old man was not facing each other with the sword as before.

An indescribable majestic aura emanated from the old man's body, but it was only revealed for a moment, and then it all poured into the sword blank in his hand.

After the sword blank, which was similar to an iron rod, was infused with so much aura, the whole body emitted a layer of pale white light.

The next moment, as the old man's shoulders shook, the sword body burst out several layers of sharp sword rays, heading straight for the Great Zhu Wu Emperor's face.

He didn't dare to be careless at all, and immediately urged the origin in his body with all his strength, and at the same time raised his sword and slashed down, dispersing the swept sword rays.

Although the long knife in the hands of Emperor Zhu Wu is admired by God Hao, I don't know if he did not recognize Emperor Zhu Wu, or if he cut off the origin of everything.

As a result, the origin of the Great Zhu Wuhuang could not be integrated into the Haoshen Sabre, so it was naturally difficult to command him.

This made him feel no different from holding the sharpest blade in the world.

This is also why, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang can only cut flat with the Haoshen Sabre, and the bells and whistles can't be released, which is really not allowed by the conditions......

Scattering the sword, the thin old man immediately followed up like a bull and came over again.

The swords collided, and the figures of the two of them were also together to the greatest extent.

"Boy, where did you get this knife?" said the old man in a deep voice as he stared at him.

Emperor Zhu Wuhuang tilted his head back, barely getting away from the old man's approaching head, "No comment!"

"Good!"

The old man snorted in a deep voice, and the long sword in his hand slashed sideways, and then slashed hard.

The offensive opened and closed, and the sword blank that exuded a pale white light was slashed with such a high intensity, but it only lasted for dozens of breaths, and finally fell apart.

At the moment when the sword blank was shattered, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang turned defense into attack, and the long knife slashed straight at the old man's door.

The footsteps were light, the figure was slightly staggered, and the old man could avoid it, and when the figure became fixed again, the black shirt on his left arm opened a hole.

A wisp of blood flowed out of it, slightly soaking through the clothes.

Looking down at the bleeding left arm, the old man looked at Emperor Zhu Wuhuang with some appreciation in his eyes.

"If your realm is further refined, then my arm will not only hurt at this moment. ”

"Refine the realm further?" Emperor Zhu Wu subconsciously repeated.

"Above the master, what kind of realm is that?"

When the entire mountain under his feet began to tremble, Emperor Zhu Wu came back to his senses.

He seemed to realize something as he saw that the ground had begun to crack in large quantities of cobwebs.

In the next moment, countless auras rose from under the cracks, covering the entire valley like rainbow lights.

The old man's figure stood still, and as the rainbow light soared into the sky, a sword blank with different shapes emerged from the ground.

"Isn't it, this is a big deal?!" Looking at this scene, there was only horror left in the eyes of Emperor Zhu Wu.

As countless sword blanks floated behind the old man's back, his aura was also climbing at a terrifying speed.

If the aura shown by the old man before made Emperor Zhu Wu feel that he still had the strength to fight, then now, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang's high fighting spirit began to fade, and he had even begun to mobilize with all his might.

He had no doubt that the next move released by the old man was full of killing intent, and if he was not careful, he was afraid that he would not even be able to cast a sword for him, and he would directly turn into slag.

After greeting the ancestor of Maguels in his heart again, Emperor Zhu Wuhuang gritted his teeth and held his sword, ready to meet this overwhelming sword intent.

The old man slowly opened his eyes, and the majestic aura began to pour into his body like a mountain and a river.

Countless sword blanks stood behind him, and the rainbow shadow aura also condensed with each other.

"The years have passed, and now hundreds of thousands of years have passed, but I still want to taste whether your long knife is powerful, or the old man's sword is powerful!"