In the Burial Sword Forest, there is an old bald dog wandering around.

It's a very grotesque and surprising thing.

You must know that on this Qingyun Peak, don't say anything about a big beast, it is a pheasant and a hare, and it is rare to see a trace, it can really be described as desolate, even if it is a person, there are only three.

However, it was such a desolate place with an old dog.

I'm afraid I've become a demon.

If you look closely, the bald old dog doesn't look like a dog.

It looked like a victorious general, with the dog's head held high, four dog-legged meteors, and a pair of dog's eyes left and right, as if it was patrolling its own territory.

It's not majestic.

It hadn't gone far when it suddenly stopped, looked around ghostly, and found that there was no one around.

I saw it raise its legs, skillfully put on a sword inserted next to it, and leisurely sprinkled a soak of urine.

A scene of great spoilage.

If the countless sword warriors in Jianzhou see this scene in front of them, the blessed land of the sword burial forest that they longed for was so desecrated by such a bald old dog, I am afraid that they have accumulated full of anger, and they will cut this old dog into ten or eight sections, take its flesh and blood and cook it and eat it before they can relieve their anger.

The old dog's expression was very humane, he finished peeing comfortably, the dog's eyes were pouted, the dog's head was skimmed, as if he had long been accustomed to it, and he shook his body comfortably, and then swaggered away.

In the depths of the Burial Sword Forest, there is a rusty, devastated broken sword.

It is said that it is a broken sword, but it is not said that it is an iron bar, or a broken iron bar. In the sword forest, within a radius of ten miles, tens of thousands of swords, although the age is long, after more than a thousand years, but most of the swords are intact, even under the erosion of wind and rain in the long years, there is still no rust or damage, if it is not long lost spiritual sense, then this mountain burial sword, can be included in the list of high-grade spirit swords and even fairy swords, and among these many swords of superior quality, there is only this sword, which is tattered and almost scrap iron.

However, if someone can look down from the sky above the Burial Sword Forest, they will be surprised to find that the place where the broken sword is located is the center of the entire Burial Sword Forest. A broken sword surrounded by overlapping swords of various shapes and clusters gives people a very strange look, like a copy of the chickens standing out from the crowd.

The bald old dog came from afar.

Slowly, lazily walked to the side of the broken sword, turned around, and leaned against the broken sword, grinding hard, as if scratching an itch.

Saw.

The broken sword, which was originally as silent as scrap metal, suddenly let out a strong tremble!

Immediately, around the center of the broken sword and the old dog, cracks appeared on the ground.

Then the movement became louder and louder, and with the sudden tremor of the broken sword, the surrounding swords also let out a trembling sound.

The tens of thousands of swords around them all shook in unison, like a stormy wave.

It's huge!

Boom!

I saw that under the broken sword, the soil suddenly cracked, and the broken sword that was deeply rooted in it was barely raised by four feet, and the tip of the sword could be exposed.

Look at the scene that is happening in front of you.

The bald old dog didn't care, a dog glanced at the broken sword, stopped scratching the itch, turned his back, suddenly raised a dog paw, and slapped it on the broken sword, as if he gave the broken sword a slap, just like an ordinary person's actions.

After being hit by the old dog, the broken sword shook violently, and the movement became even greater, as if it was extremely angry.

The dirt below continued to splash and shatter, and in the mud and dust, you could faintly see the rotten and broken tip of the broken sword, and there seemed to be a faint purple light under the tip of the sword restraining the broken sword.

Broken Sword is unwilling to endure such restraints.

The trembling frequency of the long swords around them became faster and faster, just like the thunderous drums and war horses galloping in the clash between the two armies.

The broken sword was still trembling wildly, and the tip of the sword was also pulling out inch by inch.

After the bald old dog finished filming that, he watched coldly from the side.

But it was really a cold bystander, and I saw that its dog eyes were full of mocking chills.

It seems to be watching the farce of breaking the sword like a battle of trapped beasts.

The broken sword finally pulled out the entire tip of the sword in the continuous violent struggle and trembling, but that was all.

Before there was any more superfluous action on this broken iron bar, I saw that purple light had appeared on the ground, and then there was a golden light, and the purple golden light turned into the appearance of a series of runes, and then these many purple gold runes were immediately attached to the sword body of the broken sword.

As soon as it came into contact, it was like a heavy blow, the violent tremor of the broken sword suddenly paused, and the momentum immediately withered, and when he wanted to struggle again, the purple gold light flourished, and it was forced to re-suppress it to the ground, and the scattered soil returned one after another, burying the tip of the broken sword tightly.

The cracks on the ground returned to their original state in an instant, and the trembling of the long swords around them suddenly stopped, which seemed extremely abrupt.

There was a sudden silence.

Only the bald old dog was left sneering silently at the broken sword.

"After all, you can't suppress the primordial sword for too long, a thousand years is the limit. In the sword forest, a mellow voice came.

The old dog suddenly turned his head to look over, and then, with his paws forward, his back arched, and his teeth bared, he immediately showed a fierce look, as if he was about to kill at any moment.

The person who came was Li Mengtang.

Li Mengtang smiled: "If you want to do it, you will die." ”

Hearing this, the old dog seemed to have only restrained a little, but he still looked at Li Mengtang with a vigilant face.

Li Mengtang looked at its movements, shook his head, and said slowly: "I came here today, I didn't want to trouble you, I just have something to tell you." From today onwards, in addition to Yue'er in the Sword Forest, there will also be a young man practicing here, if you meet him, I hope you don't cause him trouble. ”

The old dog's expression was different, but he didn't see him nodding or shaking his head.

Li Mengtang's gaze turned back to the iron-like broken sword, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said, "Although the sword body is damaged, the sword heart is not destroyed." Do you know why your three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism have suppressed this primordial suppression for thousands of years, but they have never been able to extinguish their spiritual consciousness?"

The old dog looked at him in silence.

Seeing that it didn't answer, Li Mengtang smiled freely, and suddenly said, "How can the sword path held by my sword cultivation dissipate so easily?"

In his heart, an extremely resentful voice suddenly sounded: "Hmph, it's just a thief!"

Li Mengtang looked at the old dog calmly, and didn't see any movements.

The old dog suddenly flew high until the clouds could not see it, and then slammed it down to the ground, dusting up everywhere and smashing out a shallow pit of dirt.

It took the old dog a while to crawl out of the pit.

Li Mengtang said lightly: "A small lesson is not a respect." ”

The bald old dog jerked his head up, and suddenly his fangs opened wide, and he flew over in a muffled manner.

Bang!

In the blink of an eye, the old dog flew out upside down again, but this time it flew horizontally for dozens of feet, smashing two nearby trees until the trunk of the third tree was deeply embedded in it.

A golden stream of blood poured out of its dog's mouth.

Immediately after that, a sword pierced its body, nailing it to the trunk of a tree, unable to move for half a minute.

Li Mengtang walked over slowly, and said softly as he walked: "I hate people who don't have a long memory, and dogs are the same." The battle of the avenue has always been ruthless and cruel, not to mention that between us, the Tao is different, and it is not conspiratory. You are a mere Taoist little celestial master, if you want to kill you, it really doesn't take much effort, and there are some things that you don't deserve to say. ”

The old dog's mouth opened with difficulty, but only a low whimper accompanied by the constant gushing of blood.

Seeing that its breathing was getting more and more rapid, and the light in the dog's eyes was getting darker and darker, it was obvious that Li Mengtang had been severely injured with a sword, and his life was even more critical.

"I wonder if Jian Armor can raise his noble hand and spare his life?"

There was a voice from afar, like a fairy sound.

Li Mengtang's expression was impermanent, and he asked lightly: "If I kill it with a sword now, can you rush over from the West Pole Continent to stop me?"

The voice was silent for a moment, then responded, "No." ”

"Then why spare his life and keep it from killing?"

I only heard the voice say faintly: "If Jianjia spares the life of my reckless and ignorant junior brother today, it will be regarded as a favor owed to Jianjia, and we will both take a step back from each other, which will be a good thing for you and me, for that young man, in the future." ”

Li Mengtang chuckled lightly and slowly pulled out the sword, without a trace of blood on the sword.

The blade of the sword then shone brightly, and then disappeared as soon as he withdrew his hand.

"It's not a loss. ”

In the distance, there was only a wry smile.

Li Mengtang glanced at the old dog and said, "It shouldn't be like this, why is it like this." ”

At this time, the bald old dog completely lost the arrogant and arrogant appearance just now, covered in blood, embedded in the trunk of the tree motionless, and his spirit was sluggish, but he also became a pitiful appearance.

The voice said seriously: "It's because I didn't teach my junior brother strictly in the past, and I was offended, and I hope that the sword armor will cover it." ”

Li Mengtang swiped the ground with his hand, and landed a straight line on the soil, saying: "The avenue is fighting, the division is clear, and there is no invasion of each other, okay?"

The voice was half-muffled, but sighed: "Sword Armor should understand, but this matter is not up to me. ”

With such a reply, Li Mengtang seemed to have expected it, he stopped speaking, waved his robe, and ignored the voice and the old dog beside him, and left slowly.

"Alas!"

In the sky, it was as if a pair of eyes were still firmly fixed on this place.

To be precise, it was a bald old dog who was so badly injured by a sword that he couldn't move now.

"A hundred years ago, I sent you here to bury the sword blessed land to guard, it was a beautiful difference. As long as you guard here for 500 years, and firmly suppress that sword here, it will be a great achievement, and when you return to the West Pole, you will have to make a note in the merit book. This opportunity, the senior brother has planned many times, and it is not easy to win it for you, but it is not for you to come here to seek death. ”

The bald old dog looked gloomy, and he rarely showed a touch of guilt.

"You are originally a demon clan, although you belong to my Daomen, but the ferocious nature is still there, let you guard here, I also want you to sharpen your mind here, otherwise you have a body of mana cultivation, but you are always fierce and murderous, and it will eventually cause a catastrophe. That Li Mengtang, the name of the sword armor has spread all over Jiuzhou a hundred years ago, knowing that he is a sword cultivator, you can know that the sword cultivator has great killing power, and he has taken up a lot of luck and adventures in their sword path since the past two hundred years, it can be said that he is the strongest sword cultivator in the world, even if I meet him, I have to avoid three points, and how dare you provoke him?"

"Today's matter has come to this, how to get along with others in the future, you think about it, if you get into trouble again, then you can do it yourself. ”

There was a faint sound in the sky, and then the clouds were light and the wind was light.