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www.xSHUOTXT.Com Dongfang Shuyun carefully grasped the handle of the sword, but it was unexpectedly smooth. He turned the handle of his sword upside down in front of his eyes, and his eyes suddenly appeared with surprise, as if he had encountered something incomprehensible.

Tianion looked at this qiē lightly, as if he expected it.

"Heaven is away from the seniors, this sword is simply ......" Dongfang Shuyun excitedly turned his head to look at the altar.

Tianion only nodded slightly, and didn't want to mention it more, as if people's reactions were all expected by him, giving people a feeling of being in the chest.

The elegant middle-aged man curiously glanced at the worn-out long sword, and unconsciously muttered to himself: "Red box...... Broken Sword, I seem to have heard of it somewhere, but where is it? Why can't I remember it?"

Compared with others, Dongfang Shuyun was even more surprised by the strangeness on the dilapidated long sword. He only felt that his heart and sword were incomparably clear, and there was a faint cool breath coming from the long sword.

After a while, this cool breath entered his body like a clear spring, blending with his original true qi, and he suddenly felt that his body and mind were extremely comfortable, and the jīng power in his body became more and more vigorous and abundant.

In the eyes of the people, the dilapidated long sword is still dull and dull, and the rusty sword body is even more lifeless, still shabby, nicked and cracked. If you are not a person who wields a sword, no one can imagine the magic of the sword, and no one can understand the extraordinary nature of the sword.

The elegant middle-aged man seemed to remember something, but he was not sure for a while. He just lightly bowed his head and waved his hand to signal Zhuge Zuishan to make a move, while he stood aside and watched the battle between the two heroes.

There is still a trace of indescribable wonder in the heart of the elegant middle-aged, as if curious, as if surprised, as if afraid, and even more like fear. However, he only suppressed this feeling deep in his heart.

Everyone has the instinct to avoid things they are afraid of, and even the elegant middle-aged people in high positions can't abandon it.

Dongfang Shuyun held the worn-out long sword in his hand, his expression was calm and calm, as if he had become another person in an instant. It turned out that the murderous love seemed to suddenly disappear without a trace after taking the worn-out long sword, followed by the coolness of his whole body.

Dongfang Shuyun couldn't help but swing the worn-out long sword a few times, and the sword body slashed across the void in a shadow, but it didn't make a sound, and there was not the slightest sign of air flowing.

Zhuge Zuishan bowed his hand slightly to the elegant middle-aged man, walked out of the crowd with a bloody long sword in his hand, and stood still in front of the altar.

When he saw Dongfang Shuyun swinging the sword indiscriminately, Zhuge Zuishan also had luck on the long sword, and the merits were all unimpeded.

Suddenly, Zhuge Drunken Mountain God froze, and his eyes quickly turned blood-red. I felt a primordial blood impulse surging into my heart, and suddenly countless images of killing intent appeared in my mind.

At the same time, several hideous skulls on the blood sword also flashed with blood, floating lifelikely, and a tyrannical aura spread throughout with the fluttering of the skulls.

Dongfang Shuyun walked to the open space in front of the altar with a worn-out sword in his hand. He stood sideways, squinting sideways at Zhuge Drunken Mountain and the increasingly gorgeous bloody sword in his hand.

Zhuge Drunken Mountain's tyrannical aura came surgingly, and he was not afraid of sè, looking very trusting of the worn-out long sword.

Dongfang Shuyun did not deliberately use his true power to move on the long sword, and the aura in his body seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, and naturally intersected with the mysterious aura on the sword body. And the vicissitudes of life on the surface of the worn-out long sword are still unchanged, just like a piece of broken copper and iron.

"Do you want to use such a broken sword to deal with the 'Traceless' sword? You are too self-conscious! Give you another chance, as long as your brothers come over, I, Zhuge Zuishan, promise to let you go, otherwise you will definitely be under this sword today." Zhuge Zuishan's face was hideous, and he shook the bloody long sword in his hand a few times, and said without emotion.

"You don't have to pretend to be benevolent and righteous! The Tobu League's poisoning of our Jingnan martial arts is a fact known to passers-by, and no matter what excuses you have, you can't hide the ambitions of the Tobu League. If you want to make a move, I will never be as merciful as my eldest brother. Dongfang Shuyun said slowly without any waves.

"Since that's the case, then I'm not welcome!" Zhuge Zuishan stood against his sword, and looked at Dongfang Shuyun, who had approached, without the slightest hesitation on his face.

Suddenly, he turned his head to Dongfang Wen Zhou of the Yougu camp and said predictably: "I will prove that the justice you insist on is wrong! Only the unification of martial arts will bring peace, and your stubborn actions today will make you regret it a lot." ”

When the words fell, Zhuge Zuishan suddenly shouted, looked back at Dongfang Shuyun's no longer weak body, and said sharply: "Dongfang Shuyun, what are you still hesitating about, let's make a move!"

"I think it's better for Your Excellency to strike first, right? After all, we are the masters, and you are considered guests from afar, how dare you snub you?" Dongfang Shuyun leaned to his side with a shabby long sword, not at all at ease at all about Zhuge Zuishan's provocative words.

Zhuge Zuishan's eyes flashed coldly, and his blood-red eyes widened with contempt for Dongfang Shuyun, as if he wanted to swallow Dongfang Shuyun in one gulp.

Zhuge Zuishan shook the blood sword slightly, and a crystal blood-red light flashed wildly on the sword body, and Zhuge Zuishan himself was as manic as a beast. He swung his bloody sword, which continued to bloom in front of him, dancing like the sun.

Immediately afterwards, I saw that Zhuge Drunken Mountain slipped at the foot of the mountain, and pushed forward the "blazing sun" in front of him with a momentum that devoured all things.

The "scorching sun" is gorgeous and unsquared, and I am afraid that the sky is only like this, as if it is about to melt away the qiē in front of you.

Compared with the offensive of Zhuge Drunken Mountain, the Oriental Book Cloud is as desolate as the fallen leaves in autumn, and the autumn mood is scattered and scattered. The long sword in his hand is worn out, like a fallen leaf, and the cool breath in his body is like an autumn coolness washing away the limbs and hundreds of remains, and his expression seems to be elegant in the freshness.

In the blink of an eye, Zhuge Zuishan's sword momentum was close at hand, and Dongfang Shuyun's weak body was still like a withered leaf, and the only thing that moved was his arm holding the sword.

The dilapidated longsword slashed diagonally towards the gorgeous "hot sun", and a stream of yellow-gray light instantly erupted from the dilapidated long sword, and the dim slash slashed on the "hot sun".

"Huh!" A slender sound like frosting came leisurely from the two swords, the sound was small and full, and it entered the minds of everyone watching the battle, as if the sound did not come from the swords, but from everyone's hearts.

On the occasion of the handover of the two swords, the bright red "sun" instantly completely submerged the dim "fallen leaves". The worn-out sword seemed to have no power to resist, and the dull sound of scrubbing was better than a mournful roar.

The shouting and cheering, which was still a bit noisy, also stopped at this time, and everyone couldn't help but be attracted by the confrontation between these two weapons, or sideways, or staring, or surprised, or expectant......

"Tianion, how can you be willing to lend the sword at the bottom of your pressure box to an outsider, this sword is ......" On the altar, Zen Master Huixin suddenly spoke, and a little doubt appeared on his dark face.

"What's the point of a broken sword?" Tianion turned his head to look at the sick-looking old monk beside him, and shook his head helplessly.

Suddenly, he seemed to feel something unusual, and involuntarily looked up at the five light balls in the sky.

"It seems that the old man is in love, and the old man is really ashamed of his humble heart. The sick old monk Huixin Zen Master shook his head slightly, and continued after a pause: "This 'Xuanming Ancient Sword' can be described as rare, even if the person holding the sword has not reached the level of martial arts, he can also rely on this sword to reach the realm of sword heart and enlightenment. Although there will be some physical burden on the person who wields the sword, it is also the dream of all sword practitioners. How many martial arts talents dream of this realm but can't get it? ”

"You don't need to be so high at the sword. If you take out the contents of the orange box and use it with your 'Bitter Sea Buddha Heart' mental method, how can such a broken sword be such a simple way?"