The ten great blades of the ancients, this bronze sword body is one of them, but obviously, this is a broken and incomplete divine weapon, only the sword body. But Rao is so, the power is no longer to be underestimated, under the manipulation of the ink scales, the bronze sword body penetrates the chest of an old man.

But this damage was a piece of cake for a cultivator of this realm, and in a matter of moments, the blood hole in front of the old man had recovered as before.

The dust in the hands of the True Dragon Sanren flew like a swimming dragon, and the divine light that came out of the brush beat the lower half of a cultivator's body into a blur of flesh and blood. The man said coldly: "True Dragon Sanren, you are so protective of that old man with ink scales, do you two have a leg!?"

As he spoke, the man's moves became even more aggressive, and thousands of sword qi drowned out towards the True Dragon Sanren.

"The mouth is not inferior, it should be beaten!" the true dragon sanren shouted lightly, and with a flick of the dust, all the sword qi turned into flying ashes.

"M, damn old bastard, sooner or later, Lao Tzu will destroy you!" Seeing that his master was insulted, Tian Yu couldn't help but scold angrily.

And Zhuge Buliang, at this moment, his brows were furrowed, and he felt that the bronze sword hilt in his body was becoming more and more uneasy, as if he wanted to abolish the outside of the body.

"What is the relationship between the ink scales and your master?" asked Zhuge Buliang suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Tian Yu suddenly glanced at him strangely.

"I'm just asking, nothing else. Zhuge was speechless.

Tian Yu said: "My master and Mo Scale's predecessors are close friends, as long as the two of them are not in retreat, they will talk about immortals together every year. ”

Zhuge nodded nodding and not making a sound.

"Poof!"

A sword light flashed, and the head of an old man was pierced by the bronze sword body. The skull is an important part of the cultivator, and the primordial spirit is hidden in it. The bronze sword body slashed with a sword, directly obliterating the old man's Yuan Shen, and the Yuan Shen was destroyed, and it was not possible to recover.

"Brush Brush Brush ~~~"

The bronze sword flew up and down, and the old man's body was chopped into countless pieces.

"Ah!!" Another old man's eyes were blood-red, he roared, and rushed towards the ink scales frantically, and a small golden sword more than a foot long appeared in his hand, although the golden sword was only more than a foot long, it slashed out a sword qi that could penetrate the sky and the earth.

"Ding!"

The ink scale summoned the bronze sword body back and blocked it in front of him, and the sword qi that swept from it was like a long whale absorbing water, and all of them poured into the bronze sword body. And the bronze sword body also became golden.

"It's worthy of the Ten Blades of the Ancients, although it is broken, it is still not something that can be destroyed by ordinary attacks. Tian Yu's face showed joy, after all, the True Dragon Sanren and the Ink Scale were now a united front.

But at this time, a dragon roar and a tiger roar came from a distance, and a middle-aged man flew quickly, holding a golden spear in his hand, and on the spear, there seemed to be a golden dragon coiled. The middle-aged man didn't talk too much nonsense, and directly shook the spear and stabbed out a golden horse to kill the ink scales.

"Sect Master!" said the old man who was fighting against the ink scales.

"Stand down!" the middle-aged man said coldly, holding a golden spear and slashing at him.

"Ask the Heavenly War Spear!" Mo Liang finally couldn't help but change color, and his voice was a little hoarse.

The Wentian Battle Spear also belonged to one of the Ten Ancient Blades, and it was a complete divine blade, which was not at all comparable to the broken bronze sword body in Ink Scale's hand.

"Bell!"

The bronze sword body collided with the Wentian War Spear, and the bronze sword body spun back at once, and the Wentian War Spear was shining with golden light. The middle-aged man held the spear and looked at the bronze sword: "It turned out to be just a broken blade, and I barely accepted it!"

With that, the Heavenly Question spear drilled out like a swimming dragon and headed straight for the ink scales.

The ink scale pinched the sword trick in his hand, and the bronze sword flew up and down, extremely flexible, but it was still not the opponent of the Heavenly War Spear. Within a few rounds, Ink Scale was beaten back again and again.

"What about Mo Mei of your Shujian Zhai, and you want to fight with the Wentian Battle Spear with your broken blade?" the middle-aged man scolded, but he didn't show any mercy, and as soon as the Wentian Battle Spear came out, a golden edge pierced through Mo Scale's chest, flew out of his back, and destroyed a mountain peak in the distance.

"Daddy, take the sword!" Suddenly there was a loud roar, and from the ancient forest below, Moximen stepped on the purple gourd and flew up, he shot out a black light, and quickly flew in front of the ink scales.

The ink scales grabbed it, it was a sheathed long sword, black all over, without any luster, but there were ink streaks around the sword.

"Momei!" the middle-aged man's face became solemn.

The Momei Sword also belongs to the Ten Ancient Blades, and it is also an intact blade, with a power comparable to that of the Wentian War Spear. As soon as the Momei sword came out, the middle-aged man couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, he only had a Wentian battle spear in his hand, but Momei got Momei, which was equivalent to having two ancient blades at the same time.

"Boom!"

Mo Mei came out of the sheath, bringing up an ink light. Three feet long, it looks like a sword and not a sword, but it has no sword tip, like a ruler, the whole body is jet black, and it looks plain.

"Brush~~"

As soon as Mo Mei came out, dozens of ink-colored sword qi slashed through the air, like ink marks drawn by a brush in the void, heading straight for the middle-aged man.

"Sonorous!"

The middle-aged man waved the Wentian Battle Spear and stabbed out more than a dozen sharp edges one after another. The Wentian Battle Spear slashed down, and a golden dragon flew out, shaking its head and tail and rushing towards the ink scales.

The ink scales sacrificed the bronze sword body and the ink plum at the same time, and the two sword lights, one green and one black, crisscrossed each other. Drawing a circle in mid-air, it shattered all the cyan edges.

"Old immortal, can't I kill you like this?" laughed Messimen.

"Junior, the old man will meet you!" And at this time, the old man who had retreated before came up again, and the target was Meximen.

"Boom!"

The old man's cultivation was obviously above the Moxi Gate, and with a wave of his big hand, two big palm prints pressed down, like a five-fingered mountain. Meximen let out a loud cry and flew up with the purple gourd, passing through the cracks between his five fingers. But the old man took the initiative to meet him, and a war spear also appeared in his hand, stabbing at Meximen.

"No shame old thing, bullying me as a junior, are you ashamed?" said Meximon, dodging.

"If you don't say anything disrespectful, the old man will teach you a good lesson!" the old man sneered, and the war spear stabbed out again and again, and in an instant, the entire sky was sharp.

"Daddy, you have two things in your hand, borrow one. Messimen fled left and right, shouting at his father.

Ink Scale raised his hand and struck the bronze blade at his son. The old man's face immediately turned pale, and the bronze war spear slashed up, trying to block the bronze sword body. But even if the bronze sword body is a broken divine weapon, how can the power be compared to ordinary weapons, and the bronze war spear was immediately cut in two by the bronze sword.

"Hahaha!" Meximen laughed, raised his hand, and the bronze sword body flew and went straight to the old man.

The old man had another war spear in his hand, and the two fought together.

On the other side, the strength of the ink scales that got Momei increased greatly, and it was inseparable from the middle-aged man. The ink-colored sword qi and golden edge were shining. True Dragon Sanren and her opponent have also fought to the point of white heat, and True Dragon Sanren has already won the battle, and in less than a hundred rounds, he will definitely be able to defeat his opponent.

However, Meximen is a little hanging, although he has a bronze sword in his hand, but he is a big difference in cultivation from the old man, which is difficult to surpass. And the bronze sword body in his hand is far less powerful than the one in his father's hand.

After dozens of rounds, Meximen was already forced into embarrassment, and could only rely on the big gourd under his feet to dodge him.

"Old thing, so good physical strength. "Mesimon cried bitterly.

The old man sneered, and his move could not leave the key point of Messimen, and he also wanted to snatch the bronze sword body in Messimen's hand, but fortunately, Messimen reacted quickly and took the bronze sword back in time.

"Junior, the old man will discipline you well and teach you how to respect your elders. The old man did not forget to ridicule him.

"What kind of ability is it to bully a junior, if it weren't for the destruction of this divine soldier, this young master would behead you!" said Meximen loudly.

"When death comes, you will have the power of your tongue, and today I will not only cut you off, but also your father's head. The old man smiled and rushed forward, and the bronze spear stabbed into the center of Messimon's brow.

"Clank!"

The bronze blade even blocked this attack.

Zhuge Buliang stood in the distance, thinking about it again and again, he now has a lot of enemies in the Southern Regions, but he really doesn't have many friends. And this Messimen, he is the son of Molan, and Molu is a friend of the true dragon sanren, and the real dragon sanren has also helped him many times in Kyushu. Thinking of this, Zhuge Buliang felt that the person Moximen could make friends. So, Zhuge Buliang shouted: "Ximen official, come here, show you something good!"

Meximen, who was embarrassed to avoid the attack, followed the prestige, only to see Zhuge Buliang waving at him in the distance.

"Come here, I'll show you something good. Zhuge Buliang said with a smile.

"Don't you see when you're busy? By the way, do you still have a yin and yang fire? Burn this old diao!" said Messimen angrily.

"Come on, come over here. Zhuge Buliang still beckoned.

Meximen dodged an attack from the old man and flew towards Zhuge Buliang.

"No one can save you!" the old man also carried a war spear to kill.

Meximen turned around and slashed out a sword, forcing the old man back, and turned his head to look at Zhuge Bulian: "What good things?"

Zhuge Buliang shook his hand, and a bronze sword hilt flew towards the Moxi Gate.

"This is," said Meximon, who was taken aback, and then looked delighted.

"What!" The old man who caught up behind him also let out a panicked voice, looking at the bronze hilt that flew out in disbelief.

"Hum~~~" The bronze sword body vibrate, and it actually took the initiative to fly up to meet the bronze hilt. With a "sonorous", the two were one, the bronze sword body and the bronze hilt were connected together, and the broken seams were actively compatible. The blue light flickered, and a complete bronze sword appeared in front of several people.

Meximen was ecstatic, focused on the bronze sword, and laughed: "Wow quack, old bastard, I think you are immortal!!"