What a treasure!

Xingchen's heart trembled wildly when he saw it, and his old face was trembling slightly.

......

"Uncle Shi, this treasure is still an ownerless thing, I can't accept it, and this great opportunity has no chance, if you are tempted, why don't you try it." ”

The sword boy said again.

In order to escape for his life, this person also fooled Xingchen to fight with the killing black sword, even if it was a few breaths, to buy more time for himself to escape.

"But please be careful, this treasure is very powerful, if the situation is not good, immediately withdraw and leave!"

The man who drew the sword added again.

seems to be thinking about each other, but in fact it is extremely insidious.

The subtext is that although you may not have beaten it, there is no problem in saving your life, just like me, with an old Jianghu like Xingchen, you must understand this subtext.

"Look at me!"

Xingchen smiled, and as soon as he reached out, he felt a golden light and shadow from his storage space.

In the golden light and shadow, there is a strange magic weapon like a gong, and the aura that emanates is at least a low-grade innate spirit treasure, and this treasure is also the most proud magic weapon in Xingchen's hand.

"Hold on to me!"

Xingchen burst into a shout, threw his hand away, and threw the gong in his hand.

Whew-

After the gong flew away, it rose rapidly, like a small mountain, suppressing the attacking killing black sword, like a peak that flew in, and the breath was vast.

......

A sword and a gong, after a breath or two, collided together.

Flutter –

A strange piercing sound came, and I saw that the killing black sword, as if passing through a layer of yellow paper, directly pierced the gong and continued to fly forward, of course, the target had become Xingchen!

It's that strong!

Too easy.

The light of the gong dimmed violently, and it hummed violently.

Xingchen himself, who was also a pain from Yuan Shen, finally realized that it was not easy to kill the black sword, and with a flash, he moved out horizontally first.

This is the second wrong decision he made today.

In doing so, it is clear that he has not given up yet.

The aura of the Dao Heart was surging, and the hand was pinched, and the divine power burst out, attacking the killing black sword.

Boom Boom –

The sound of explosions soon arose.

......

The sword drawn boy noticed his movement, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, but did not slow down, and continued to rush to the entrance as fast as he could.

Only there will be more monks for the killing black sword to kill, not just staring at him.

Exit, getting closer!

White light, getting bigger and bigger!

"Ahh

The sound of screams came from behind, and the boy who drew the sword didn't need to look at it much, and he knew that Xingchen was finished!

After Xingchen finished, the killing black sword must have chased him again.

Drink –

The sword boy twisted his handsome face, shouted angrily, and rushed out like a madman, leaving only the last thousands of feet away.

......

Outside the entrance, the number of guard monks who did not leave was nearly a hundred, and at this moment they had all seen the fleeing sword-drawing boy, and also saw the killing black sword chasing after him.

"Let's go, that sword is weird!"

Someone shouted and fled into the distance.

Bang

The sound of breaking the sky finally sounded, and everyone fled in all directions like brainless birds and beasts.

The sword boy is in a hurry, you all ran away, what should I do?

This person's eyes looked at the slowest Dragon Gate monks with a venomous look.

......

Swish!

After a few more moments, the man finally rushed out of the entrance.

The entrance was empty, and the killing black sword had chased thousands of feet behind him, and the fierce killing intent seemed to have been attached to his neck, so sharp and cold that he trembled. The shadow of death has never been heavier.

Hmmm-

The sword boy continued to fly, and as he flew, a pair of hands that had already stretched out their hands released a violent wind, sucking towards the junior monk who was closest to him and fled the slowest to escape.

Whew-

The wind howled away.

"Seniors spare their lives!"

The junior was also a smart man, and immediately understood what he was going to do, and begged for mercy in a hurry, and even his face changed.

"Who will spare my life!"

The boy who drew his sword shouted angrily.

After the two strong winds sucked each other, they swept the junior like a big hand, and then threw it backwards.

......

One!

Two!

Three!

......

Like an old evil god, the sword boy threw eight monks backwards one after another, finally buying himself time to catch up with the large army of monks who had fled before.

Hmmm-

This man has finally surpassed everyone else.

"Draw your sword, you bastard, you will lead to trouble, if Lao Tzu survives, it will be over you!"

Someone roared.

Immediately afterward, there was a scream, and there was a bang.

A cadre of monks scattered and fled in all directions, and the killing black sword, of course, could only be pursued in different directions one by one.

With this dispersion, the sword boy finally got a longer time to escape, and continued to flee at full speed into the distance.

......

In the distance, Fang Junmei and Wan Xiaohua, who had left before, were watching the movement here with their divine senses, and the two had already fled far away, and the direction was west.

Seeing the scene of the killing black sword frantically harvesting the lives of the monks, both of them felt a feeling of lingering fears.

"This sword was really born, I'm afraid it's going to set off a bloody storm, and I don't know how many creatures will be slaughtered by it. ”

Wan Xiaohua sighed.

Fang Junmei nodded slightly.

"Unless there is another mystery, in the end, maybe those sects will send people to the Central Sacred Domain, ask the master to come back, and subdue this sword. And if this news spreads to the Central Sanctuary and provokes a large number of monks to covet it, it may cause even greater scramble and bloodshed. ”

Wan Xiaohua nodded in agreement, and asked again, "Brother Junmei, what are your plans?"

Fang Jun's eyebrows sank slightly, and he said, "Continue to the Western Sacred Domain, in the shortest possible time, pass on the way of the sword seal, and then we will find a place to concentrate on cultivation." This bloody storm is not something we can interfere in, and the fate of this sword is not here for the two of us. ”

Speaking of this, Gu Xijin, Long Jinyi, Wei Xifeng, Yu Chaoxi, Dugu Remnant Hong, and even the Sword Monarch couldn't help but appear in his eyes......

This killing black sword, which sword cultivator will end up in the hands of?

Or, by other energetic monks?

And what is the origin of this sword, and will it have anything to do with the Sword Emperor? After a hard collision with the Bloody Pill Heart Sword, why did it retreat? Is it the reason for the sword, or is it the reason for the power of faith in it?

Fang Jun's eyebrows were also full of doubts.

......

The two flew to the west.

And in the vast snow-capped mountains, the killing black sword was slaughtering wildly.

"Ahh

"Ahh

The screams rang out.

The speed of killing the black sword has almost reached the fastest under Tianbutong, as long as he is targeted, unless he knows Tianbutong, he can't escape at all.

One by one, the monks were pierced through their heads.

The killing black sword, like the most murderous magic sword, harvested the lives of the monks.

And its direction, which was being led by the fleeing monks, little by little—to the east, which was the direction of the Northern Sword City.

......

In the Northern Sword City, there are not many monks left.

The rest of them are either here to do business, or the descendants of the disciples of those monks who went to Jianluo Yuan, most of them are not practicing, they are all drinking and chatting in the city, talking about those seniors, how much harvest they will bring back this time.

In the west of the city, by the window of a restaurant, two juniors in the Longmen period sat opposite each other.

Both of them have a bit of background, and the master is the two early stage cultivators of the ancestral aperture who went to the Sword Luo Yuan, and the master is familiar with each other, so they naturally get together.

"Brother Zhao, this time your master has returned with a full load, begging him to help you buy a Dao Heart Pill, there should be no problem, right? You don't have to envy me anymore. ”

One of the tall men, hey, said with a smile.

The person opposite him was a rather handsome young man, and after hearing this, he said with a bitter face: "Brother Dao said that you laughed, you don't know, my master is the most strict, and he has already given me a death order, asking me to understand the Dao heart myself, otherwise I will be driven out of the master." ”

"Hahahaha-"

The tall man burst out laughing.

"When my master and they come back, I hope that Brother Dao will say a few words to your master, and let him blow the wind to my master. If you can solve the problem with the elixir, why do you have to worry about me!"

The handsome young man arched his hand and said.

"What's the problem, but whether your master is willing or not, it's up to him. ”

The tall man replied.

The beautiful young man thanked him.

The two talked about other things.

......

After a short tea time, the two of them suddenly flashed their eyes, and heard a sharp sound of breaking the sky, coming from the western sky.

With a move in his heart, he couldn't help but release his divine sense and look in the direction of the west.

I saw a strange jet-black light, breaking through the air, and the speed was very fast, and among it was a jet-black broadsword with an unimaginably powerful aura.

"This sword ......"

The two of them looked dumbfounded.

At the same time, there were many monks in the city, looking in the direction of the west, all of them were inexplicable, but they also felt that the sword was powerful, and the sword had a fierce taste.

......

The sword light came extremely fast.

Swish!

A moment later, in a flash, it had pierced through the head of a monk!

A hole was opened in the forehead of the delicate young man, and blood poured down.

......

Screaming.

Whoop.

The sound of a frenzied escape.

As if the end of the world, in the Northern Sword City, it was staged.

After the arrival of the killing black sword, it was a frenzied killing, and the monks left here were even lower, and there was not much resistance, only in the city lord's mansion, there were still two monks from the ancestral period left.

After the two came out, just like Zi Tianyang and the others, their eyes lit up first, and their greed rose, so they didn't run away as soon as possible, but came up to fight.

This battle, fate has been sealed!

After a while, the corpses were lying everywhere, and the blood spilled was frozen into ice!

......

The Northern Sanctuary Catastrophe is coming!