Woowoo......

The door opened, and it was already night outside the hall.

The evening breeze was bleak and cold, blowing in, the smell of blood was permeating, and the hall was empty, whistling.

A thin figure stood in the center, even if it was bent at the waist, its body was beyond the height of ordinary people, and the qi around it was even more aggressive, and it was impossible to look directly.

But at this time, his thin hand tightly grasped the treasure knife that was as cold as the cold moon, and the pupils of the yin owl shrank into a point, staring at one place tightly, his eyes were like knives, and he stabbed it, as if he wanted to shoot through the void and see through all the vanity.

Oddly enough, despite this, there was only air tumbling there, empty, and all the time, nothing!

Everything is an illusion!

But the old man held a knife and made a vigilant gesture, but he did not dare to make the slightest move.

It seems that he is just fighting with the air, which is ridiculous.

Only the innate mystical phenomena that rose up around him turned into thousands of sharp blades, pointing at them from afar, without the slightest joke.

"Who the hell is Your Excellency?

After not seeing movement for a long time, the old man of the sword god had a gloomy face like water, three points of solemnity and three points of fear, four points of fear, and suddenly sighed.

The sound was solid, setting off a visible wave that swept away, stirring up a burst of reverberation, but there was no movement.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like there's anyone.

"Pretending to be a ghost, you haven't come out yet!" The old man of the sword god did not relax, but his eyes condensed, becoming deeper and deeper, and with a turn of his wrist, he swung a knife in the air, and the sword turned into a waning moon and swept out.

Sneer............

The ground cracked, and a clear slash spread rapidly from under his feet, and everywhere he went, stone pillars, tables and chairs ...... Interrupted.

Everywhere the sword went, any of the objects in it were shattered by the raging sword qi, and even the basic material form could not be preserved.

The air was twisted into a pulp, and the energy was scattered, and there was still nothing.

"Hmm, is it really the old man who has a delusion?" The old man of the sword god was confident in his heart, and when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but hesitate.

But he still felt that something was wrong.

It has been more than sixty years since he achieved innate achievement, although he has not stepped into the world of mysteries.

But after a lifetime of grinding, I dare not waste it for a moment, and my deeds have already reached the point where the water is full and overflowing, and the mind is polished and flawless, extremely keen, the autumn wind has not moved, and the cicada is prophetic.

Just now, a wisp of traceless ethereal Dao Qi was fleeting, but it seemed like the sky was above, making people feel like they were in the sea of martial arts, all kinds of mysteries, flashing like a horse watching flowers, boundless and grand, not to be snooped on.

Even though it seems that everything is an illusion now, the fear in my heart is not false at all.

For a while, the old man of the sword god stared at the void in front of him, stalemate with the air in front of him, but his complexion was uncertain, and he suffered from gains and losses.

"Master, no, what's wrong with this old thief?"

"No matter what the old thief is crazy about, it's a good thing!

"Senior brother, second senior brother, third senior sister, let's go! As long as it drags on for a while, the innate masters of the North Heavenly Gate will soon come to help. When the time comes, we will besiege and kill the old thief Hu!"

"Senior brother, that's right!"

......

Seeing that the old man of the sword god in the main hall stabbed at the void, he fell into some kind of strange stunned, and the three sword kings couldn't help but be surprised.

They have been the apprentices of this old man for life, and they don't know that this old man's temperament is as cold as a rock.

Why is it so coveted now?

But at this time, Fan Wuxin didn't look back, turned around and left.

Don't miss the opportunity, and never miss it.

Finally, the old man was distracted for a while, allowing them to breathe, and if they don't leave now, how long will they stay?

The three sword kings didn't dare to think about it, so they hurried to follow.

"Where to go?"

There was no one under the knife, and the old man of the sword god couldn't find a trace for a long time, and seeing that the four rebels were about to escape completely, he was no longer entangled after all, and chased after him with a knife.

The remnant figure swept out of the open door of the main hall, but he didn't notice that in another corner where no one was paying attention, a pair of eyes clearly saw all this.

"What an old sword god! He is only a hundred years old, his perception is so keen, and his spirit is definitely still at his peak!" I don't know when, Lu Chunliang has moved away from his place, and when he saw this scene, he was even more amazed in his heart.

He looked at the sword and realized the Tao, although he intended to restrain himself, but after all, his own talent was too amazing, and he felt something, and he had special effects, and he couldn't suppress it if he wanted to.

Just a little leakage of qi made this old man of the sword god aware of it.

But that's exactly what it is!

It also allowed him to spy on more of the reality of this old sword god.

Fist is afraid of being less strong!

No matter how deep the skill is, as people grow old, their spirit is damaged, and they will never return to their peak.

But now this old man of the sword god is over 100 years old, he is old and strong, and his sensitivity is not weaker than that of young people, so it can be seen that he is not as old and weak as he seems on the surface.

It looks like something else is going to happen again!

The only trouble is......

said that he would not meddle in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, but unfortunately the special effects came, which is really unbearable!

Lu Chunliang shook his head secretly, and he was involved in the cause and effect of the world again.

Introspection, introspection!

Seeing the old man of the sword god following the four rebels, he stepped on his feet and chased after him silently.

......

The Divine Sword Villa was once in civil strife.

The people of various sects and families who came to participate in the sword tasting meeting also fished in troubled waters and started fighting.

The Divine Sword Villa is domineering, and all martial arts forces have to worship all kinds of rare swords every year, and they have long been jealous and hateful.

At this time, there is no restraint, and they immediately reveal their true colors.

How hateful it was before, how ruthless it is to snatch it now, and even fight among themselves.

For a time, the Divine Sword Villa was full of killings, corpses were everywhere, weapons were shattered, scattered everywhere, houses collapsed, and there was a desolation.

The old man of the sword god swept out, and his eyes were even more gloomy when he saw this.

The Divine Sword Villa was his life's work, and now it has been ruined like this, and the culprit is that ......

Seeing the four figures sweeping outward, he suddenly broke off.

"Rebel, where to go?"

The old man of the sword god descended from the sky, with the strength of his whole body, and the volley was a knife.

Tsunami!

The sword qi swept away, forming a tsunami vortex, and everywhere it went, everything was strangled into dust.

It even set off a hurricane gust, which expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and kept expanding.

How fast is the wind?

It's here in the blink of an eye!

Fan Wuxin and the three sword kings didn't have time to react more, and the knife momentum was already close at hand.

At the critical juncture, they finally put aside all scruples and fought back desperately.

The butcher knife king held a short and thick butcher knife, weighing a hundred catties, as if there was nothing, waving non-stop, breaking through the emptiness, and the knife qi was continuous.

But the knife gases and turns into wind, invisible and feminine, penetrates into it, and cuts from the cracks.

In a few moments he was covered in bruises and turned into a bloody man.

The Trickster Knife King's face was grim, and when his fingers jumped, a thin long knife danced into a mess, and the ruthless sword light turned into a ball of silk threads, wantonly dividing everything.

And what he faced was the overwhelming shadow of the sword.

One force will drop ten!

Flickered heavily, and there was no room for the sword technique to be used, and they all collapsed.

His fingers trembled, blood overflowed, and it was difficult to hold the knife!

The scimitar is like the moon, and the cold and cold light falls from the sky, cutting into people's hearts, making people lose all thoughts.

And the old man of the sword god had a deep look in his eyes, and he was in a hundred battles, and his will had already been tempered and unshakable.

The sword momentum is even more majestic, like the heat of the sun, sweeping in, drowning the cold moon.

The cold knife king's face was as white as paper, and his strength was dying.

The three sword kings fell into a bitter battle and their lives were in danger.

Only Neng Fan Wuxin is also a congenital swordsman, and he can protect himself for a while.

It's just that the old man of the sword god is the head of the three swordsmanships of Hu, Miao, and Tian.

or as fierce as a butcher's knife, or as cruel and weird as a magic knife, or as ruthless as a divine knife......

His knife skills are spread out, switching between many knife techniques, and he is free to do so.

There is no trace of the heart knife, and there is no appearance of the body.

Fan Wuxin held the family heirloom treasure knife in his hand, and the seven-colored exquisite heart knife burst out with dreamy light, as if it could kill his heart, but at this moment it was suppressed and dimmed.

In the heavens and on the ground, as far as the eye can see, there is boundless sword light.

He could only dodge in the cracks, and for a moment he was completely powerless to fight back.

"Hahaha! You four rebels haven't learned the sword technique, and you're still too tender!" The old man of the sword god had the advantage, laughing nonstop, and the knife was even more merciless, sweeping away with more and more violent momentum, wanting to kill the four rebels.

"Beitianmen is here for the Divine Sword Villa, what is the matter?Is this Fan Wuxin only a chess piece?" Lu Chunliang watched quietly from the side, his eyes were gloomy, and he faintly felt that something was wrong.

That person used to be the head of Wudang, with profound skills and far-reaching layout, and he would never come out of nowhere.

First sent the four elders of the innate to travel thousands of miles to send the edict to the heavens, and then saved this sword god rebel Fan Wuxin, and even spent a lot of money to help him enter the innate ...... He did not believe anything unless there was a deeper plan.

Although Fan Wuxin was under the knife of the old man of the sword god, his life was already in danger.

Seeing that this clue of the North Heavenly Gate is about to be broken because of this.

Lu Chunliang still has no plans to make a move.

Just because that man must have a back hand when he acts, just wait and see what happens!

Sure enough!

Fan Wuxin's knife is one, coming and going without a trace, and his body is ethereal.

But as long as it is in this heaven and earth, there will be a time to appear.

Seeing that there was no longer a chance to move and dodge around, the sword light was also compressed to a small corner, and this old thief would never be as suspicious as before, and give up the opportunity.

Fan Wuxin's face showed pain, but in the end, he still looked ruthless and made up his mind.

"Next!"

With a shake of his hand, three black shadows shot out.

The three sword kings instinctively took it, and they were immediately stunned, only to see three black pills lying in their palms, revealing a mysterious and unfathomable aura.

The most bizarre thing is that the lines on the Dan are faintly showing a small human face, the eyes are black and hollow, the face is distorted, the mouth is open, and there is a wail of pain and despair!

"What is this?" just staring, the three sword kings began to feel uneasy, and there was a ghost crying and wailing in their ears, and they couldn't help but lose their voices in shock.

"This is ...... As long as you take this pill, your senior brother and sister will be able to temporarily promote to pseudo-congenital! The four innate forces can reverse the decline in one fell swoop!"