"With so many swords, which one is the real peerless sword?" Suddenly breaking into the sword pool, Jian Chen and the black-clothed masked man couldn't help but be stunned. You looked around, and his eyes were full of the same long sword that was inserted into the ground upside down, and no one could tell which one was the real peerless sword! At this moment, there was a sudden sound of iron chains ringing in the field, and Jian Chen and the man in black hurriedly turned their heads to look.

I saw a tiger beard and thick eyebrows, a body as strong as Yue, dressed in green clothes with bare arms and bare chest, a strong man in his forties, twisting the iron rope in his left hand, and was taking out a long sword that was still sneering and steaming from the water of the sword pool. He put down the chain of the long sword in his left hand, took the clamp of the tong in his right hand and took out the long sword that was still cyan and uncast, turned around and walked to the blazing furnace next to him, and while putting the sword in the furnace, he glanced at the man in black and said: "Mr. Jian Poor wants to take the sword by night, there are countless swords cast in the sword pool, please take it casually!"

When the man in black saw that his identity was revealed, he no longer concealed it, took off the black cloth on his face, revealed his poor face, sneered, and said, "Good eyesight! Your Excellency can recognize my identity at a glance, and I must not be an idle person, why don't you report my name?"

The strong man still turned the long sword over with fire tongs without looking back, and said, "I'm not a great person, I'm just a swordsmith in the Sword Worship Villa. Mr. Jian Poor and Mr. Jian Chen can call me by their first names if they want to, Zhong Mei!"

Jian Poor immediately smiled quite proudly when he heard this, and said: "I can't imagine that even you, a nameless person who stays at home, know that I have a great name, what an honor! Since you let me take the sword myself, then I'm not welcome!" As soon as he said that, Jian Poor immediately shot up and swept straight into the sword pool, indeed to find the real peerless sword first.

Just as he was rapidly approaching the sword pool, he suddenly felt a strong oppressive force pressing from above, and when he secretly shouted that something was wrong, Jian Qian hurriedly dodged and retreated. With a sound of breaking wind, a huge sword fell from the sky, right in the place where Jian Poor had just stood, as deep as the ground a few inches, with a soft buzzing sound and a splash of rubble.

The sound of clothes broke through the wind, and a figure landed lightly on the hilt of the sword at the same time as the long sword landed, standing firmly in the raging fire. This person is Jian Chen, who is holding the heroic sword. The instrument is lofty, full of righteousness, and full of justice to look at the sword poor, and the strength of the momentum on his body has not fallen at all and the sword poverty that has been famous for many years!

Jian Poor was suddenly furious, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, and he snorted coldly: "Hey, boy, why do you repeatedly oppose me? Why do you want to block Lao Tzu's way?"

Jian Chen stood with his sword in his arms and said warmly: "When the younger generation came, the family teacher once said that a peerless sword is very important, and it is absolutely not allowed to fall into the hands of others. So, that's the only way for juniors to act!"

"Your master?" Jian Qian was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Jian Chen to say this. Suddenly, Zhong Mei, who had taken out the red-burned, smoking sword from the furnace and wanted to temper it, suddenly turned his head to Jian Chen and asked, "Young man, may I ask if you are holding a heroic sword?"

Jian Chen hugged his sword and said respectfully: "In Xia Jian Chen, the sword in his hand is indeed a heroic sword!"

Jian Poor Wen Yan, his heart was shocked, and he said secretly: "What? The sword in this kid's hand is the famous Divine Soldier Hero Sword?" Just as he was taking action, a thing suddenly appeared in his mind, as if he was poured cold by a basin of cold water: he just said that it was 'the life of the teacher', that is

Nameless is alive!

The myth of martial arts is still in the world!

Thinking of this, the greed in the sword poor's heart suddenly died down, and he no longer dared to raise the mind of snatching the hero's sword! Although he was extremely greedy for the sword, he was not an unwise person. Today's martial arts can be compared with the martial arts myths of the past, and although the sword is conceited of martial arts, he also knows that he is more than a step weaker than the martial arts myths. If you offend Nameless because you snatched the hero's sword, the consequences will be so serious that even the sword poverty is unpredictable!

However, the heroic sword can't be snatched, can't the peerless sword be snatched? Divine sword selection is soon equivalent to first-come, first-served? With a sneer, he kept staring at the sword poor of the supernatural giant sword in the sword pool, and shouted: "Boy, for the sake of your master's face, this matter is over." If you stop me from winning the peerless sword, I'm not welcome. ”

As he spoke, Jian Poor's figure suddenly rose up like a bird, wanting to fly into the sword pool to win the divine sword inside. Jian Chen shouted loudly and said, "Senior, stop!" As he spoke, he pulled out the hero sword in his arms at a very fast speed, and rushed towards Jian Poor with lightning speed. With a "bump", the heroic sword fiercely blocked the way of the poor sword, and blasted a deep ditch more than a foot long on the ground, as if the world was splitting the stone and the ground was shattered, and the gravel flew.

The sword is poor and light and the skill is extremely high, and his body is like a swallow in the air, leaping backwards, avoiding the ripple damage of the sword qi. The moment he landed, he said fiercely to Jian Chen: "I don't care about you, but you hinder my good deeds." Boy, you're so heavy, you're too ruthless, you're too desperate, aren't you?" said this, a pair of round eyes glared at Jian Chen viciously.

Jian Chen put his sword back into its sheath with a bang, smiled gently, but didn't say much, just put on a posture to prevent Jian Qian from snatching the peerless sword again. For a while, it made it quite difficult for Jian Poor to do. Jian Chen is young, his martial arts are already good, and with the heroic sword, he is even more powerful, even if the sword is poor in his hands, he can't please him, let alone snatch the peerless sword?

Thinking to no avail, Jian Poor could only hate and say: "Junior, if it weren't for the benefits of the heroic sword gods, today Lao Tzu will teach you a good lesson, let you know that the sky is high and the earth is thick!"

"What's so difficult about this?" the clothes fluttered rapidly, and an arrogant voice sounded violently, resounding in the sword pool, "When my friend cuts off the heroic sword, won't the seniors get what they want?!"

Jian Chen was furious, glaring angrily, who would dare to let out such a wild statement? Dare to say that he was ashamed to want to cut off my heroic sword! Looking closely, he saw a long figure with a sword on his shoulders leaping from the air and landing on the stone steps next to the sword pool, although the night was not clear, but his identity could be judged from his unique long sword at a glance - Broken Waves!

People are broken waves, and that sword is naturally a fire-scale sword!

The body shape of the broken wave was settled, and the sound of clothes fluttering again sounded in the middle of the sword pool, and a man and a woman, and two sword-wielding people flew and jumped up. As soon as they settled down, they immediately raised their swords and wanted to step forward. Before they could engage with Broken Waves, there was another sound of breaking wind, and a figure rose like an eagle and fell down heavily, and the stone steps on which he stood were suddenly like a hammer, and the solid stone steps were trampled to pieces, and the figure also jumped to the middle of Broken Waves and the two sword-wielding men in a flash of lightning, separating them.

Broken Lang's heart was shocked, and he looked at the passers-by, and exclaimed in horror: "Step shocking clouds!?"

Bu Jingyun looked around, glanced at the few people present, and said coldly: "I am bound to get a peerless good sword, and those who stop me will be killed!" Do you understand? hahaha."

Jian Qian also sneered and said, "If you want to obtain a peerless sword, you have to ask Lao Tzu if he agrees." With that, Jian Poor's body immediately burst out, replacing the sword with his legs, and the shadow of his legs swept like the wind, provoking the swords that were upside down on the ground one after another, and kicking the nearest Jian Chen at various angles and with great strength. At the same time, he rolled over, grabbed two sharp swords in both hands, and then pounced.

More than a dozen long swords shot at each other, attacking at various angles. In the face of such a vicious move, Jian Chen seemed unhurried, and calmly used the 'inexplicable swordsmanship' to resist, and the heroic sword in his hand immediately sprinkled a continuous sword net, and the 'incognito' of guarding the move made the furnace perfect, and the sound of 'crackling' was endless, and the attacking long sword was suddenly knocked away.

"Bang!!" The sound was endless, and the flying sword flew upside down, falling backwards into the ground. As soon as one move passed, all the incoming long swords were broken, and Jian Chen's heart couldn't help but relax. However, at this moment, Jian Poor held a sharp sword in each hand, and pounced, and the sharp tip of the sword pointed straight towards Jian Chen's throat. The sword is fierce, and between the fights, even the nameless power can't be cared about. (To be continued.) )