The pitch-black arms are as thin as tender bamboo.

The palm of his hand is as big as a fan.

The palm of his hand was imprinted on the cyan air curtain.

The owner of the palm is very hard, so that the Kedao people standing in the green curtain can clearly observe the texture on the skin between the palms on the green screen.

Then, the palm of the hand was imprinted into the air curtain.

Then, the palm stopped.

Stopped in front of the Kedao people.

"Huh?"

The hoarse voice that came from the black air carried a hint of surprise and a hint of doubt.

The black qi churning in front of Kedaoren gradually calmed down.

It turned into a jelly-like gel.

On the colloid, the part that sticks out of the palm of the hand has a long slit.

The next moment, the black vitality parted, revealing the ground paved with bluestone.

A man stands on top of the bluestone.

Stand in front of the Kodao people.

The height of the person is almost two meters.

On the cheeks, there are no facial features, only a pair of abrupt gray eyes.

There are no pupils in the eyeballs, only gray patches.

The rest of the body was as dark as midnight, without moonlight or starlight.

The man's legs are long, accounting for almost half the height of his body.

The legs are also thin, like the stalks of dried corn.

The body was so thin that the outline of the two rows of ribs in his abdomen could be clearly seen.

At this time, this almost inhuman-like person stared at a pair of gray eyes and looked directly at the Kedao people in the green curtain in front of him.

He looked directly at the broken sword that stood in front of Kedaoren and blocked his palm.

"This, this sword?"

A voice with a tone of surprise came from the dark cheeks.

"Familiar, isn't it?" said Kedao, who slowly slid his fingers across the blade of the broken sword, to the broken edge of the broken sword.

The cyan vitality condensed into a solid sword body at the fracture of the broken sword.

The blade of the sword is tightly fixed to the broken sword.

But it is not the original body of the sword.

So, instead of continuing to slide their fingers, the Kedao people stopped.

Looking at the blue broken sword, the clear word "Lu", Kedao people pursed their lips slightly, and said with a sigh: "Senior brother only entered the Tao when he was thirty years old, and he never found his weapon after entering the Tao, until one day, next to a stream on the grassland, the senior brother accidentally found a reed that only grows in his hometown, on the banks of the long river in Middle Earth. ”

He raised his right hand, which had formed the finger of the sword, in front of him again.

Then, after searching for another ten years, the senior brother found a kind of soft iron that was only produced in Middle-earth, and with great effort, he poured the juice of the reeds into the soft iron to create this sword. ”

Kedao people followed the pitch-black palm against the broken sword, saw the dark faces, and saw the gray eyeballs on those faces.

"So. ”

Kedao people's originally calm and indifferent faces suddenly changed.

Became furious.

become distorted.

"Take your dirty hands away for Lao Tzu!Don't stain this sword!!"

The cyan longsword trembled slightly, and let out a chirp.

The screams were very high-pitched.

The screams were furious.

A breath so powerful that it was suffocating erupted from the body of the broken sword.

"What!"

Standing in front of the Kedao people, the gray eyes on his cheeks shrank rapidly, let out an exclamation, and his legs strained and quickly jumped backwards.

The powerful aura dispersed the black vitality around the Kedao people.

A clean area is formed.

In the area, a powerful stream of breath is stirred.

On the powerful flow of breath, there is a person's taste.

This person is the 233rd head of the Wild Outer Sect.

A hundred years ago, it was this person who put on the Yin Yang Vermilion Bird Crown and took over the position of head in front of the defeated mountain protection array spirit, in front of the man who was called a demon by the cultivators of Middle-earth.

"How could it be?!! Demon stood up, spread his hands, and the solid black energy around it began to surge, and finally turned into a trickle, rushing towards its forehead.

The black qi rushed into the demon's mud pill palace, followed the meridians, and poured into the demon's dantian.

"He's dead!"

"Yes. ”

Kedaoren, who was holding the hilt of the broken sword and blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, closed his eyes and was silent for a moment, then opened his eyes and said, "Senior brother is dead." ”

Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, through the furrows carved in his face by the years, and through the cheeks of the Kodao people.

Fell.

Fell into the flow of breath.

"I didn't believe that my brother would die, but when I accidentally met the reincarnation of my brother who had a small memory of him, I was sure that my brother was indeed dead. “

"And what is this?"

"This is the sword that was cut off by you! It bears the imprint of Senior Brother after he attained enlightenment, and there are traces of Senior Brother stepping into the artistic conception!!"

Kedao waved his sword down, pointed at the demon from afar, shed tears, and his eyes were even clearer, revealing hatred and determination.

"After my brother's death, I have been sealing his sword in a sandalwood box, and I have been constantly using my cultivation to maintain the imprint on the sword and prevent it from being worn out in time. ”

"Hehe, even if you continue to use your humble cultivation to forcibly maintain the traces on the sword, but the traces are still weakening under the passage of time, with such traces, what can you do to me?"

The demon let out a sneer, opened his hands, and a large amount of vitality rushed out of his palm, surging towards the Kedao people.

In the laughter, the mockery was full of meaning.

"You are really stupid to the extreme, what is the difference between you and your senior brother who stepped into the artistic conception, but refused to run away to save his life, and insisted on martyrdom?"

Hearing this, Kedao people lowered their heads and thought for a while.

"That's right, because of this, it's a senior brother. ”

Raising his head, a bright smile bloomed on the old face of the Kedao people.

The rich black gas hit the clean area around the Kedao people.

Clean areas begin to shrink.

Powerful flow of disorders.

The chaotic flow stirred up the white hair and long eyebrows of the Kedao people.

Kedao took a step back with his right foot, and the wind blew from under his feet, blowing the bluestone under his feet.

The surface of the bluestone depicts a pattern of a yin-yang fish.

His right foot was on the stone face.

Around the Kedao people, the chaotic and powerful flow disappeared.

The black qi that had lost its blockade quickly surged towards the Kedao people.

"Well?!! looking at the posture of the Kedao people in the face of the surging black gas, looking at the yin and yang fish pattern under the feet of the Kedao people, the demon's eyes first narrowed slightly, and then stared round.

"Mighty world. ”

The same sentence came out of the mouth of the Kedao people, echoing in the ears of the demon.

It's like a hundred years ago.

Not far from the mountainside.

The silver brilliance, dazzling to brilliant, began to retract.

Arigen stood up from the last of the silver rays.

He first looked around him suspiciously, then raised his hands and looked at his palms.

Although the scars on his hands have healed, they still leave countless light red lines.

Yougen touched his cheek and frowned.