The old man was puzzled, because he didn't know that there was actually a swordsman in the Six Realms who was even more powerful than the Emperor of Heaven, and some of the words he said were clear, and the master of the family had never said those words to the Emperor of Heaven for a hundred years, let alone the Emperor of Heaven, even the ears of others would not hear these at all.

After thinking about it for a while, the old man asked: "Isn't it the sword demon of the Demon Dao, or the sword soul of the Ghost Dao?" The two people mentioned in the old man's mouth are the two swords called the "Six Paths and Three Swords", among the three swords, the sword immortal of the Immortal Dao is the first, followed by the sword demon of the Demon Dao and the sword soul of the Ghost Dao.

When the middle-aged man heard the old man's words, he shook his head, sighed out of his mouth, and asked the old man: "Why don't you say the sword immortal of the Immortal Dao?"

The Sword Immortal is the one headed by the "Three Swords", and it stands to reason that the old man should mention him, but why is this happening? It is because the first sword of the Immortal Dao that was in the first place thousands of years ago has already died.

The old man replied: "Alas, the old slave doesn't want to talk about him, although the sword demon and the sword soul have unpredictable swordsmanship, they are greatly inferior to the sword immortal. Speaking of this, the old man's tone was full of regret.

The middle-aged man smiled wryly and asked, "Then why didn't you say it?"

"What's the use of saying it or not saying it?" the old man first asked the middle-aged man and then said, "It is rumored that he died a thousand years ago. ”

The thunder once again fell to the earth with the breath of destruction, and the thunder roared harshly, and the entire Ping'an Village in the distance had turned into a mushroom cloud. And a blue light crossed the sky, although it was not extremely bright, but it was also a little beautiful. In the sky, Lu Qi stepped on a huge long sword, the long sword was cyan, and before it came into contact with the black cloud, the black cloud in the distance felt the fierce aura emitted by the long sword under his feet, so he retreated humanely early. When the long sword under his feet rubbed shoulders from the edge of the moon, Lu Qi felt the coldness and loneliness emanating from the broken moon in the night sky......

The Tai Chi pattern that appeared in mid-air slowly rotated under the swing of the black and white light of the middle-aged man's hands, and the thunder light was dazzling, even better than just now. The roar of the thunder made the old man next to the middle-aged man tremble, and then he saw bright red blood flowing from the old man's ears. When the old man fell into silence, the voice of the middle-aged man sounded in his ears, and he only heard the middle-aged man: "But what the old man said is him." ”

Then the old man's ears could no longer hear any sound, the old man knew that his ears were deaf, and he had already felt deeply fortunate that he was only deaf under the thunder, and if he was alone, where would it be as simple as being deaf, and after the previous thunder fell, he would probably be like those guards who would be wiped out, and even his soul would cease to exist.

"It's him!" exclaimed the old man, but unfortunately he could no longer hear his own voice.

The old man was puzzled in his heart, and said in his heart: "Isn't it rumored that the sword immortal died thousands of years ago and the lord of the Immortal Dao King City, Taizun Wang Xu, was under the thunder?"

The Tai Chi pattern in mid-air emitted a ripple-like light, and the light fused, and the black and white color was like the stars in the night sky. But when the Tai Chi pattern blocked the second heavenly thunder, the heavens seemed to be joking with them, and the third, fourth, and fifth heavenly thunders began to fall one after another on the heavenly dome.

The middle-aged man's pale face was full of ashes, but he was unwilling to die like this, so the teeth in his mouth bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, and then a mouthful of essence blood sprayed on the Tai Chi pattern in mid-air. The broken Tai Chi pattern actually healed again with the essence blood of the middle-aged man, and the black and white Tai Chi pattern faintly had a hint of blood red in it.

After squirting out the essence blood, the middle-aged man suddenly aged a lot, and his long inky hair instantly turned gray. "Boom!" A thunderous and piercing sound, the middle-aged man felt that his body sank, and the Tai Chi pattern that appeared in mid-air was struck by the falling thunder and sunk a few points, and the middle-aged man in the Tai Chi pattern sank his feet into the ground, and his gray face was as red as if returning to the light.

There was a trace of blood in the corner of his mouth helplessly, and the middle-aged man was so angry that he was in the belly, and a stream of true qi emerged. "Boom!" The light of the Tai Chi pattern became more and more victorious, as if it was about to compete with the heavenly thunder above the heavenly dome. But when the Tai Chi pattern can block the third and fourth thunder, there are sixth and seventh heavenly thunders falling on the heavenly dome.

The middle-aged man's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and there were still a few thunderbolts falling at the end of the day. When he thought that he could only resist the few ways he tried his best, the middle-aged man only felt a sweetness in his throat, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

The old man is different from the middle-aged man, under the pressure of the heavenly thunder, even if there is a Tai Chi pattern to help him block most of the majesty, but when a group enters the old man's body, the body is afraid of majesty because it can't bear it, causing the seven orifices to bleed. The old man saw the middle-aged population spurting blood, and said in shock: "The head of the family ......" But when the old man just spit out the words that were still in the future, the fifth heavenly thunder fell on the Tai Chi pattern in mid-air, and there was a burst of thunder and piercing sound, and the dazzling white light couldn't help but make people close their eyes.

But when the middle-aged man closed his eyes, the middle-aged man faintly heard the screams coming from the old man's mouth. The old man's hideous face, nose and eyes seemed to be crowded together.

"No!" the old man shouted helplessly and daringly.

Then a terrifying scene appeared, the fifth heavenly thunder fell, and the huge coercion turned the old man into blood and mud.

The Tai Chi pattern in mid-air was also broken into pieces with the fall of the fifth heavenly thunder, as if a lover was hurt to the heart, and the broken spell was incomplete.

The sixth heavenly thunder fell towards the middle-aged man, but the middle-aged man with a blushing face could no longer resist the heavenly thunder falling from the sky dome at this time. But he was not afraid, only to see him spurt out another mouthful of essence blood, and in an instant, there were a few more wrinkles on his red face, and his appearance, which had not changed much for thousands of years, was now wrapped in a gray dead air, and he was aging too fast tonight.

The essence blood changed into a yin and yang Taiji pattern, but this Taiji pattern is too small compared to the Taiji pattern that just appeared in mid-air to block a few heavenly thunders.

The Tai Chi pattern hung above the middle-aged man's head, and then the middle-aged man's hands were flexibly sealed, and the mantra in his mouth recited: "Yin and Yang Wuji, blood Tai Chi!" Then the middle-aged man's right hand reached into the Tai Chi pattern, and the Tai Chi pattern seemed to open his mouth, swallowing the whole arm of the middle-aged man.

When the middle-aged man stretched out his right hand from the Tai Chi pattern, he held a blood-red short sword in his hand, which exuded a strong smell of blood, and could not be dispersed, as if it had been soaked in the sea of blood for thousands of years.

"Slash!"

A voice without any emotion came from the middle-aged man's mouth. The dazzling white light had already turned the night into day, and in this short day, a middle-aged man with a blushing face was holding a blood-red short sword, and his gray-white hair was blown by the wind.