"That's it, it's just a clone, and it's just an escape. ”

It was just an instant, and Xu Ming was relieved.

For him, if it was a demon body, he would be sorry for a while, after all, there was something he needed in it.

But a mere demon clone, for Xu Ming, it is dispensable.

When he shot this time, he thought it was the demon himself, but he never thought that it was still a clone.

Thinking of this, Xu Ming moved his eyes to the old figure holding the remnant sword in front of him.

At first, Xu Ming didn't pay attention to this old man who was bewitched by demons, but he didn't want him to have such strength.

The sword that the old man had just swung out was already equivalent to the full force of a first-class master in the rivers and lakes.

And if he can easily do this, it must be a super-first-class master.

The super-first-class master is second only to the existence of the legendary grandmaster-level figure on the rivers and lakes, and looking at the entire Daheng Dynasty, it is also a famous person.

However, even if he is a super-first-class master, Xu Ming is not afraid in his heart, and with his strength, he can easily sweep away.

Staring at the shabby figure in front of him, but with an unusually tall posture, Xu Ming's momentum began to climb steadily, and the terrifying coercion was released from him, oppressing the three musketeers behind him to take a few steps back.

Just when Xu Ming was about to launch a fierce offensive against the old man, the momentum that was full of excitement suddenly stagnated.

"Someone is approaching this side, and there is more than one. ”

Listening to the movements around him with a slight movement of his ears, Xu Ming's eyebrows furrowed slightly and quickly gathered his momentum, and then his figure flashed, disappearing into the night like a gust of wind.

Before leaving, he ordered the three musketeers behind him not to reveal any information about him.

As for whether they will listen or not, that is not something that Xu Ming needs to consider.

Not long after Xu Ming left, before the three musketeers could calm down, a sound of breaking wind suddenly swept over the heads of the three of them.

A sloppy Taoist with a long sword on his back and a wine gourd on his waist flipped over in the air and landed not far in front of the Three Musketeers.

As soon as the Taoist landed, he immediately reached out and grabbed the wine gourd on his waist, leaned back and poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

"Hiccup......

The wine entered his throat, and the sloppy Taoist staggered twice, and then burped loudly, and the rich aroma of wine suddenly rushed into the mouth and nose of the Three Musketeers.

After this, the sloppy Taoist shook his head and began to look at his surroundings.

He first glanced at the dozens of black-clothed people who were still lying on the ground, still twitching, and a strange color flashed in their eyes hidden under the messy hair.

Then there were the five ghost babies who had been electrocuted into charcoal, and then the streets that had been cranked by the blow-off of a large number of stone bricks, caused by the aftermath of the collision just now.

The more he looked, the more serious the sloppy Taoist's eyes became, and his gaze kept moving, and finally fixed on the white-haired old man.

The old man was still holding the remnant sword at the moment, standing motionless in his original position, and did not react to Xu Ming's departure and the arrival of the sloppy Taoist.

Draped in unruly long hair, the sloppy Taoist looked at the white-haired old man, and a touch of surprise suddenly appeared on his drunken face.

He stared at the remnant sword in the old man's hand, his eyes swept over the old man's face full of vicissitudes many times, and his body suddenly trembled.

"Remnant Sword, is that you, is it you?"

The sloppy Taoist's eyes widened, and two rays of light like substance shone out from his pupils, like two sword lights, straight towards the white-haired old man.

His eyes were like swords, with an incomparable edge, and he flew in front of the white-haired old man in an instant.

Facing the temptation of the sloppy Taoist, the white-haired old man waved the remnant sword in his hand, and easily defeated the sword light in a simple and unpretentious manner.

Seeing this scene, the sloppy Taoist was not surprised but rejoiced, he suddenly opened his mouth wide, and made a series of sounds that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Hahaha, the sky has eyes, it's been ten years, I've been looking for you for ten years, and today I finally found you. ”

At the same time as the sloppy Taoist opened his mouth to vent loudly, his long hair began to be windless, and the simple long sword on his back began to tremble constantly, and the frequency of trembling became more and more intense, as if it was about to come out of its sheath on its own.

Finally, with the sound of "bang", as a chilling light bloomed out of the night, the trembling long sword flew up from the scabbard, shuttling around the sloppy Taoist person.

"Remnant sword, take my sword. ”

The long sword came out of the sheath, and the sloppy Taoist changed violently, and a powerful sword intent was released from him, and the skin of the three musketeers who were standing on the side watching was painful, and goosebumps rose.

"What a strong sword intent. ”

Feeling the stinging sensation transmitted from the skin, the eyes of the Three Musketeers were full of horror.

is also a person who uses a sword, and the three musketeers have seen many sword masters, but there is no one with such a powerful sword intent.

When all the sword intent on the sloppy Daoist man burst out, the white-haired old man, who had been standing still, finally made a move.

Stimulated by the sloppy Daoist's strong sword intent, the white-haired old man slowly raised his slightly lowered head, completely revealing his face, revealing a numb face.

He raised his right hand holding the remnant sword, and with a pair of cloudy pupils, he looked directly at the sloppy Taoist.

At the same time, the sloppy Taoist who had finished brewing his momentum, shook his arms, quickly pinched out a sword trick with his ten fingers, and opened his mouth to drink.

"Sword twenty-one, ten thousand swords fired together. ”

As soon as the words fell, the ancient long sword surrounding him quickly jumped into the air, and countless energy sword shadows diverged from the sword's body, pouring down towards the white-haired old man.

"I'll go, is this also a sword?"

Looking at the surging sword river in front of him, Wang Yujian's eyes widened, and he felt that his sword was a little different from someone else's sword.

No, not a little big, very big.

Facing this magnificent "One Sword", the white-haired old man slowly raised the remnant sword in his hand, and then swung it silently towards the Sword River.

At the moment when the remnant sword swung down, the long sword in the hands of the three musketeers suddenly began to hum softly.

"Buzz ......"

Not only the long swords of the three of them, but all the sword weapons in the entire Shuichuan County trembled slightly at this moment, and the sound of Weng Ming sounded.

Then, an incomparably brilliant sword burst out from the remnant sword, tore through the sword river, and went upstream, slashing out the ancient long sword suspended in the air.

"Uh-huh......"

On the ground, the sloppy Taoist let out a muffled snort in his nostrils as the long sword flew out.

He raised his hand to recall the sword, and without any pause, slashed out again.

"Sword twenty-two, ten thousand swords return to the sect. ”