Xuanyuan Divine Sword, bamboo leaves all over the sky. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoWhen these two met, everyone thought that Qingzhu would be defeated, even if he was a 10,000-year-old bamboo demon, and he had to be ignited by the Golden Crow Demon Emperor, but that was the Xuanyuan Sword!

The first divine sword of Taigu, legend has it that it was transformed by Pangu's fangs, and it is invincible. Divine Emperor Xuanyuan persisted in the Eight Desolations, slashing the Eight Great Demon Kings one hundred and seventy times in a row, so that they still have a serious spiritual shadow on this sword. The ignorant people of the Qingzhu Demon King are fearless, and take the initiative to challenge, the demon kings are very happy, no matter which one dies, it is a good thing for the demons.

The yin wind struck, and the White Bone Demon King wore a light veil and appeared behind Qingzhu: "Second brother, little sister can help you!"

A bit of black light flew out of the White Bone Demon King's hand, as fast as lightning, stabbing towards Bai Ze. Bai Ze sneered, when that bit of black light came to him, the salty smell was disgusting. Bai Ze's eyes froze, and he was about to remove it, but unexpectedly, the black light suddenly split into three, and attacked Bai Ze from the top, middle, and bottom. This change came too quickly, Bai Ze just moved a little, and the next two points of black light, the direction and speed were different, and there was really no way to move them at the same time.

Seeing that these two points of black light were about to fall on his body, Bai Ze held the Xuanyuan Sword high at this time, and just as he decided to take these two blows and also split life and death with Qingzhu, two more blue lights flew in, and the two points of black light flew in the middle. Listening to the crisp and pleasant sound of "jingling", Bai Ze looked down and saw that on the two verdant bamboo leaves, there were jet-black bone nails.

Everyone looked up in disbelief, the Green Bamboo Demon King!

The White Bone Demon King was already stupid, and she asked in disbelief, "Second brother, why did you stop me?"

The Green Bamboo Demon King stopped in the sky, countless bamboo leaves danced, and he said lightly: "Do something, don't do something." ”

Bai Gu smiled angrily: "Okay, good, you follow your gentleman's way, and I only need the least price to solve the battle." Second brother, get out of the way, I can kill him in ten moves!"

The green bamboo always stopped in the air, and the huge bamboo leaves flew up and down, like flying swords with a fierce murderous aura, hindering everyone from approaching.

He stared at the Xuanyuan Sword in Bai Ze's hand and said, "This is my battlefield. ”

"You really want to go head-to-head with Xuanyuan Sword!! "That's Xuanyuan Sword!" Pangu Fangs, the ancestor of ten thousand swords!! the ancient demon kings of the people have not been in battle, what kind of fun are you doing with a bamboo demon who has practiced for 30,000 years!!"

The Green Bamboo Demon King asked, "Why can't the Bamboo Demon fight against the Xuanyuan Sword?"

"Oh my God!" Bai Gu almost collapsed: "Why? Because it's the Xuanyuan Sword! The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Swords! Your natural nemesis of the wood system!! Second brother, come back quickly, you are the king of group battles, not the king of heads-up!"

The Qingzhu Demon King shook his head, and he smiled: "Many, many years ago, I wanted to fight against Xuanyuan Sword, and today I finally met it, how can I let it go?" Bai Gu, the demon army below is under your command, remember to teach you the formation, be safe first." ”

Bai Gu stared blankly at the green bamboo demon king who was slowly moving forward under the reflection of bamboo leaves. This bamboo demon has always been gentle and amiable, but only those closest to them know that when Qingzhu makes up his mind, even if he is beaten to death by the Demon Emperor, he will not change

Qingzhu stepped on the void, hugged his fists and saluted: "One hundred thousand mountains and green bamboos, I have seen my predecessors." ”

Bai Ze sneered: "As soon as the Xuanyuan Sword comes out, your bamboo demon will definitely die, do you dare to come to teach you?"

Qing Zhu Li ignored him either, and only looked at Xuanyuan Sword.

Bai Ze was stunned for a moment, and after coming to his senses, he said angrily: "Good boy, since you are killing yourself, eat me with a sword!"

The golden light illuminated the entire sky, the chanting was incessant, and the primeval aura poured out from the sword, making people awe-inspiring. Qingzhu slowly pulled out a sword, a rotten wooden sword, from his body.

Bai Gumei's eyes widened, this was the first time she had seen Qingzhu with a sword.

When Bai Ze saw the sword, he was startled at first, and after seeing it clearly, he said strangely: "Do you think that you can block the Xuanyuan Sword with a broken piece of wood?"

"Yes," Qingzhu said, "I believe in this sword." ”

Bai Ze laughed: "What a believe, then let me see how you can block it with this wooden sword under the attack of the Xuanyuan Sword!"

The phantom of the Xuanyuan Sword stood up to the sky, and a large amount of aura mana gathered on it, and the breath of the primeval gods emanated, making the demons quite uncomfortable. The Green Bamboo Demon King raised the wooden sword, and the countless bamboo leaves behind it were attached to the sword, and it also turned into a giant sword. Even so, compared to the Xuanyuan Sword, his sword was like a big tree and a small grass, both in size and strength, it was desperate.

Bai Ze slashed down with a sword, and the Xuanyuan sword fell from the sky with the sound of wind and thunder. Before the sword fell, the land below had been swept out of a huge chasm of thousands of feet by the sword qi, and it was bottomless. The Qingzhu Demon King who was facing the Xuanyuan Sword, the giant sword in his hand was blown away by the sword qi, and countless bamboo leaves flew all over the sky, leaving only the Qingzhu Demon King and the wooden sword in his hand.

"The Xuanyuan Sword is really powerful. The Green Bamboo Demon King looked up at the giant sword that had been slashed at the head, and there seemed to be an exclamation of white bones in his ears.

She probably thought I was going to die.

Who says it's not? The first artifact of the primeval world, the Pangu fangs, the ancestor of ten thousand swords, and the prestige of the Xuanyuan Sword have made countless living beings awe-inspired. In the face of such a divine sword, it is still a wood-based monster that is doubly restrained, and it is doomed.

It's really unwilling not to give it a try.

Is the Xuanyuan Sword invincible among swords? I don't believe it.

Qingzhu clenched the sword in his hand, even though it was an ordinary wooden sword, it could defeat the Xuanyuan sword.

Absolutely.

Because, it's not a one-man fight!

Qingzhu suddenly shouted: "Wooden sword, look!!"

The wooden sword was filled with demonic power, exuding a pure yellow light, just like the appearance of Qingzhu when he saw it back then.

At that time, Qingzhu had not yet transformed, and Mu Jian still had spiritual intelligence, and their most common chat content was that Qing Zhu listened to Mu Jian tell the story of fighting side by side with his master since childhood. The wooden sword is the sword of a monk outside the mountain, and it is said that the monk is very powerful, and has reached the realm where all plants, trees, bamboos and stones can be used as swords. But then it broke through again, reaching the realm of no sword is better than having a sword. So he threw away the wooden sword, and somehow the wind blew to Qingzhu's side.

Qingzhu chatted with Mu Jian for seven hundred years, until one day Mu Jian told him that he was going to die, because the divine soul was too weak, and without the nourishment of mana, the newborn sword spirit would die. Before dying, its biggest regret was that it could not keep up with its owner.

"Maybe only the Xuanyuan Sword is worthy of the master......" The wooden sword kept whispering when his soul was scattered: "I'm just an ordinary wooden sword, I'm just an ordinary wooden sword......"

Qingzhu later realized that the monk did not understand that no sword is better than a sword at all, he just got a good flying sword, and lost the wooden sword that had accompanied him since childhood.

The wooden sword waited for seven hundred years, until the day when the soul was gone, it was still complaining: everything has nothing to do with the master, it is the wooden sword that is too weak.

At this moment, the Xuanyuan Sword was in the sky, Qingzhu discarded the demeanor of the demon king for ten thousand years, grabbed the rotten wooden sword, and shouted loudly like a child: "Wooden sword, look, look!!"

The earthy yellow light pierced the sky, how humble it was in front of the golden light giant sword. This is an ordinary wooden sword, a flying sword carved out of a knife, a wooden sword whose sword spirit has been dead for tens of thousands of years and the body of the sword has begun to decay. When it faced the Xuanyuan Sword from the bottom up, it was already doomed.

The smile on Bai Ze's face was extremely bright, he couldn't wait to see this ignorant bamboo demon, who was split in half by himself because of his arrogance. This is the Xuanyuan Sword!

"Whew!" When the two rays of light met, a sword flew into the sky. Qingzhu staggered back, a blood mark emerged from his body, and Xuanyuan's sword qi burned his body like a raging fire, causing his hair and skin to dry and crack quickly. The white bones pounced on him, desperately sending Jing Yuan Xiu Wei to Qingzhu's body to save his life.

"Don't!" Bai Gu looked at Qingzhu's rapidly withered and dead body, and screamed like a girl: "Don't die! I beg you!

Qingzhu was bleeding profusely, but he showed a smile, and raised his right hand with difficulty, the wooden sword was still there! Bai Ze's face was pale, he stood in place, his hand was empty, and the Xuanyuan Sword had already left him. Everyone watched as it tumbled and fell in the air, slanting diagonally to the ground.

"What kind of sword is this?" Bai Ze muttered.

The wind blew across the sky, and there was silence.

Qingzhu lowered his head, gently stroked the sword body, and a tear fell on it: "Wooden sword, look, you are stronger than Xuanyuan Sword, you are stronger than Xuanyuan Sword!!"

The wooden sword broke inch by inch and turned into dust, dissipating between heaven and earth.

Tears mixed with wood ash smeared in the palm of the hand, like a big smiling face. (To be continued.) )