The old man's name is Li Changkong, the fifth elder of the Beishan Sword Gate, and his domineering swordsmanship has made a name for himself in the south, because he is good at using three divine swords, so he is called the array sword.

The swordsman who was frozen by Zhang Zhengyi's palm was named Li Jianfeng, and he was Li Changkong's only disciple, because he was involved in the factional struggle within the sect, he was framed and convicted, Li Changkong took the opportunity to send him to the remote Tianxue City, the original intention was to hone the way of the sword, stay away from the strife, and wait until the battle in the door subsided, and then take him back, and then inherit his mantle. However, the world is impermanent, a month ago, Li Changkong suddenly received the news of his disciple's death, and in anger, he took the sword boy and went straight to Tianxue City, wanting to take revenge.

He arrived yesterday, and then Zhang Zheng came to the door today, and he can only say that this is fate.

Although Li Changkong hated it in his heart, he didn't dare to be careless when he saw that his sword intent was easily broken, and he could recognize it at a glance after walking the rivers and lakes for many years, the calmness of this young man in white was not forcibly pretended, that kind of plain eyes, facing it like a wisp of fresh wind, without waves, he was sure that this young man was a master.

As for how tall it is, he can't be sure, but the old man has been famous for a long time, and has seen countless heroes and heroes, peerless masters, and has his own arrogance in his chest, he is not afraid of Zhang Zheng is a master, because he has killed too many masters himself, leaving everyone aside, Li Changkong pulled out the three-foot long sword behind him with his backhand, at this moment, the terrible sword momentum broke out again, and the sword intent was sandwiched with the sword momentum, like a wave covering the sea, drowning Zhang Zheng, and the atmosphere was so quiet that even a steel needle could be heard clearly when it landed.

At this moment, the old man was like an angry tiger, his eyes were looking directly at Zhang Zheng, the long sword in his hand was black, without a little light, and it was only two more blades than the burning stick, but no one dared to underestimate this black sword.

"What the hell have I done in vain, that you are going to take his life? Li Changkong's hair fluttered, and he asked angrily.

"The old man only accepted such an apprentice in his life, but it turned out to be in your hands, one life is worth one life, I will kill you today to avenge my apprentice. The old man's killing intent was amazing, there was a faint sword aura roaring all around his body, all the stone slabs under his feet were shattered, and the rolling waves of qi pushed past, overwhelmingly towards Zhang Zheng.

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"Your apprentice is unlucky, he has violated my rules, and he will kill if he wants to, so you old immortal should go back!" he said softly.

"Although you are an elder of the Beishan Sword Sect, if you are not interested, I don't mind sending you to meet your good apprentice. Zhang Zheng's eyes were suddenly cold, his eyes were full of murderous intent, and a majestic sword momentum broke out of his body, and the old man's sword momentum was instantly pressed back.

It was this moment, Li Changkong's tiger eyes were half-narrowed, the pitch-black long sword left a black glow in the air, he took out the sword, soon a sword, the eyes were elusive, the sword blade easily tore the sword, the old man held a sword in one hand, the light was like electricity, the cold sword blade crossed a trajectory in the air, Zhang Zheng's heart, throat, and eyes were shrouded by the sword momentum, virtual and real, no matter where it was stabbed, it would be a sword that would be killed.

Now that I think about it, Li Changkong's release of the sword momentum was just a bluff, in order to stab this sword.

can live to the present old immortal, and there are a few simple characters.

Zhang Zheng was not flustered, the long hair on his face was blown by the sword wind, and it seemed that his skin felt the coldness of the sword.

The long sword was close at hand, and the black tip of the sword reflected a black dot in his ice-colored eyes, and this black dot was getting bigger and bigger.

"Sonorous"

Suddenly, a low sound of the knife sounded, and the thumb on the hilt of the knife on his waist flicked, and the long knife was unsheathed, and the snow-bright blade was like a clear spring, and the black and white formed a sharp contrast.

Without a sound, his knife had already slashed out, and the air splashed with sparks, and the knife and sword collided together, making a piercing grinding sound, but it was only a flash.

He didn't move a single step, Li Changkong left seven footprints on the stone slab in a row before stopping, the right hand holding the sword was bulging, and his face was even more flushed.

"Not bad. Zhang Zheng chuckled, the long knife shook, the knife sounded sonorously, the whole person rushed towards Li Changkong, seven or eight steps away was just a blink of an eye, the long knife slashed, the knife wind was permeated, the sword intent of the wind was displayed, every wisp of wind was a knife qi, the speed of the long knife was increasing by three points, and before the knife arrived, the invisible knife qi cut the ground out of a long ravine.

Its shape is like the wind, confusing, its momentum is like a tiger, opening the mountain and cracking the stone, and the five-foot long knife rolls up the sword light.

Facing this knife, Li Changkong's face turned from red to white, and he secretly shouted in his heart, and with a mention of his wrist, the three-foot black iron sword was swung out, and the blade of the sword slashed, bringing up pieces of sword curtains, without leakage. A sword was swung out, and the old man handed out a sword again. The moment he retracted his sword momentum, Zhang Zheng's long knife slashed down, the invisible sword aura was filled, the air was cut open, and the long knife split the sword curtain in two. Zhang Zheng took half a step, his momentum rose again, and the fierce and uncast sword light roared and roared, each knife was easy and freehand, but after seven knives, it forced Li Changkong to retreat again and again.

He pressed with a knife, but he didn't take the old man's life, a long knife made it more like a mixed iron rod, slashing at Li Changkong's long sword one by one, every time the old man's blood was surging, and his internal strength was uneven, not to mention cultivation, only with his half-decrepit body, he was far from being Zhang Zheng's opponent.

After retreating more than ten steps, Li Changkong's heart was swept away by anger, how many years have he not been so aggrieved, the old man's tiger eyes were bulging, his body was full of internal strength, the iron sword was wrapped with surging sword qi, and he swung out a sword, and the three-zhang long sword qi fell on Zhang Zheng's long knife, which actually shocked him back away, although it seemed to be embarrassed, in fact, all the sword qi was blocked, and there was King Kong not bad magic to protect the body, but he just wrinkled the corners of his clothes.

"The sword comes. Li Changkong flew back, inserted the iron sword into the sheath behind his back, swept to the side of the three sword boys, and pointed out three sword qi fell into the iron sword held in the arms of the sword boy, the three iron swords trembled in unison, and there was a high-pitched sword roar, and the sword body struggled in the scabbard.

The old man's face was gloomy, and he pinched the sword technique in front of his chest with both hands, and then shot a sword qi towards the iron sword.

The three swords of "sonorous" came out of their sheaths at the same time, turned into streamers, and stopped in front of Li Changkong, the tip of the sword pointed at Zhang Zheng, the three sword weapons are all rare divine weapons, the autumn water is vibrant, the sword body is bright and shaking, exuding violent sword intent and sword energy.

With the change of the sword technique in the old man's hand, the three long swords changed in the air, and the edge of the sword was condensed, and it was easy to cut gold and jade.

It has the outline of the legendary sword fairy, and the sword rides the wind and enters and exits the green underworld.

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"Imperial Sword Technique?" Zhang Zheng Gujing Wubo's eyes were a little more interested, he muttered softly, looked at it for a moment and then shook his head, this was too much worse than the Imperial Sword Technique he imagined.

He can do it by himself, and he also has the blessing of absorbing Dafa, but it can only be maintained for a short time, and he can't reach the level of Li Changkong.

This should be a special method of manipulating internal forces.

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At this moment of his contemplation, the old man keenly seized the opportunity, three iron swords crossed different trajectories, slashing from different directions, the sword qi roared, the violent sword intent sealed a radius of ten zhang, the three iron swords each rolled up dense sword qi, and the ground was pierced through countless thumb-sized holes, just like a beehive, as long as it was involved, it was a thousand knives, extremely dangerous.

However, for Zhang Zheng, what he is not afraid of the most is the sword qi, Gu Santong can slightly beat Zhu Ignorance with the Great Perfection of King Kong is not bad, relying on the golden body that is invulnerable, water and fire are not immersed, although the iron sword is sharp, but it can't break his defense.

When the sword qi fell, he carried the King Kong Immortal Skill, and his body exuded a dazzling golden light, and the powerful qi and blood skyrocketed, and the qi and blood on the top of his head condensed into wolf smoke, and even his body was raised by an inch, and the white robe was propped up.

In Li Changkong's frightened eyes, his two palms that looked like gold poured directly into the sword qi beside him, his five fingers clamped the two iron swords, and let the sword qi slash on his body, making a "dong dong" sound, but there was not even a white mark left.

Three to two, the remaining sword is not a climate, and in the blink of an eye, he held the hilt of the sword, no matter how Li Changkong pinched the sword technique, the three swords did not move in his hand.