Red Star Zhenren, one of the Nine Swords of Pure Yang. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This real person is a maverick in the Pure Yang Nine Swords, and even in the entire Pure Yang Sword Palace.

No directors, no apprentices, no descent from the mountain.

Such three no's also make Chixing Zhenren have another name in the minds of Pure Yang disciples: Three Non-Zhenren.

And such a person with three noes made an exception today to appear in Bajian Villa, which should have been a surprising thing.

However, from beginning to end, the two or three thousand people in the front yard did not express their surprise at this.

Because, why the real person of Akashi appeared here, everyone knows it.

Sword Idiot.

In the life of Chixing Zhenren, the only thing that can make him break the taboo of the three no's is only one, and that is the sword!

He likes to collect all kinds of swords most in his life, and the Red Star Hall of the Pure Yang Sword Palace has been turned into a warehouse by him, a warehouse with countless hidden swords.

Therefore, when the Sword Villa released the news that it had obtained the Ancient Divine Sword, if the Red Star True Person did not appear here, then there were only two possibilities.

One, no news.

Two, dead.

"Young master, don't lose your old appetite, quickly pull out the scabbard!"

Chixing Zhenren was indifferent to Meng Haoran's gaze, his eyes only swirled on the Ancient Divine Sword, and seeing that he didn't react for a long time, he couldn't help but urge.

"Yes, yes, the young master pulled out his sword, so that he could teach me to wait and see if the legendary ancient god with a bloody sword is true!"

The sword-loving person who had the same thoughts as the real person of Akashi immediately echoed.

Meng Haoran laughed, and his clear voice clearly reached the ears of the two or three thousand people present, which showed the strength of the internal force.

As soon as he said this, the audience suddenly became noisy.

After all, the front yard is too big, even if Meng Haoran is not too short, but many disciples of various factions who are crowded behind him can't look at him.

I was still able to endure it secretly, but the "sword idiot" Chixing Zhenren said a good sword, how could it not arouse everyone's curiosity.

Therefore, the people who were left behind at this moment were desperately squeezing forward, lest they miss the moment when Meng Haoran showed his sword and missed the opportunity to witness the demeanor of the ancient divine sword.

This can be busy The sword disciple who is responsible for maintaining order in the field, and finally persuaded this one, and the other one is crowded and about to explode, and the contact between the limbs of the body is increasing, and the resulting wiping quarrels are also increasing.

Although the respective division commanders kept scolding, they also saw that the scene was gradually on the verge of getting out of control, making hundreds of Bajian disciples sweat profusely and be anxious.

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing this, Meng Haoran was not worried but happy, and laughed loudly at the sky, and the deep internal force shocked the audience, so that the riot on the field also subsided by half a point.

Only then did he laugh loudly: "Don't worry, how can you not let everyone take a closer look at this once-in-a-century sword tasting conference?"

As he spoke, he nodded slightly to his father, and immediately walked to the square that had been vacated in the center.

Walk in the middle of the square and stand still.

The brother who handed him the ancient sword earlier clapped his hands lightly and shouted, "Get up!"

I don't know who I'm talking to, but I suddenly heard a rumbling sound, and the chaotic scene stopped.

Then, under the stunned gaze of everyone, Meng Haoran's figure standing in the middle of the square became taller and taller.

Bajian Villa is proficient in sword mastery and casting all kinds of sharp weapons, but in any case, it is definitely not proficient in the bone refining secret art that is only rumored to be available in the Tianzhu Esoteric Sect.

Therefore, it is not Meng Haoran who has grown taller, but the ten-foot-wide square under his feet!

Such a large square is actually equipped with a mechanism, and at this moment, in the rumbling sound of the mechanism, it rises higher and higher, and when it stops, it is already a foot above the ground.

At this time, Meng Haoran and the divine sword in his hand, no matter how tall, short, fat or thin the people under him are, they are all visible.

Goodbye to the form of the square, but it has become a ring.

"Alright. ”

Meng Haoran stood on the stage, ignoring the surprise of everyone in the audience, and said with a smile: "I can see it now." ”

Suddenly, his face became solemn again, he held the hilt of the sword in his left hand, and said in a deep voice: "The momentum of the ancient divine sword is like a wave, even with the strength of the below, you can only draw the sword for a moment, you have to take a closer look!"

Can you draw your sword for a moment?

A sword is just a sword, although it is named the ancient sword, but the momentum of a sword can make the young owner of the Sword Villa only support it for a moment?

Jian Chen and Guo Chuanzong looked at each other, the two of them had seen Meng Haoran's cultivation outside the villa, although it was only a flash in the pan, but Jian Chen's heart was comparable to the dead Shaolin Mingjue master, Meng Haoran may be slightly weaker than Mingjue, but the weakness is only in the drip.

Such a character can't resist the momentum of a sword itself?

So how strong is this sword?

Most of the people in the audience thought that what they thought was the same as Jian Chen, this sword, is it so powerful?

Under the curiosity, everyone's eyes were firmly attached to Meng Haoran's left palm, especially the Chixing Zhenren who was known as a sword idiot.

His cultivation at the moment was not enough, and his gaze could not be turned into substance, otherwise, he would have already pulled Meng Haoran's palm and pulled out the sword.

Fortunately, Meng Haoran also knew that everyone was anxious, but he didn't make any more tricks, he took a deep breath at the moment, and shouted with an extremely solemn face:

"Hey!"

The long sword that seemed to be light and fluttering in his hand was as powerful as a thousand jun, and a hoarse groan suddenly came from the scabbard, and little by little red light overflowed from the slowly drawn sword body.

Old Man Meng and his other two sons, after Meng Haoran began to draw his sword, their expressions suddenly became nervous, especially Old Man Meng, he was no longer relaxed at the moment, his body was unconscious, he had leaned forward slightly, and he was ready to grab it at any time.

However, no matter how nervous their expressions were, they couldn't compare to the people in the audience at this moment.

Jian Chen.

When the red light on the ancient sword gradually overflowed, Jian Chen's heart was already tightly pinched.

Although there is only a trace of red light, it is so similar to the color of blood seen in the dream!

Before he knew it, his palms were soaked with sweat, and his back was already soaked.

"Big brother!"

Guo Chuanzong's gaze had already turned to Jian Chen only after the moment Meng Haoran drew his sword.

Seeing his depressed state at this moment, he already had a guess in his heart, and couldn't help but shout with some concern.

Jian Chen was stunned, glanced at Guo Chuanzong, shook his head with a wry smile, signaled that he was fine, and then turned his gaze to Meng Haoran again.

At this moment, the long sword had been pulled out by him, and Meng Haoran's forehead was already soaked with sweat.

The blood-red sword body was full of light, and his originally majestic face suddenly looked extremely bloody and weird.

Qiang!

He gritted his teeth violently, pulled it out with all his might, and the whole body of the sword immediately fell into everyone's eyes.

Jian Chen's body shook, and he almost couldn't stand steadily.

Blood Sword!