The long sword wrapped in black clouds and mist suddenly broke through the air, but passed by and landed behind.

Lin Zifeng's expression was frozen, and his eyes were full of confusion, but his combat literacy of licking blood from the knife edge for many years was still there. He knew that someone would help him, so he had no chance of winning. His figure had not stopped and rushed straight out of the mountain.

The nameless sword fell at hand, and Zuo Lingquan also showed an accident, unknown to the other party's enemies and friends, so he did not take it directly.

Shangguan Lingye didn't hear who was talking just now. He glanced at the sword on the ground that seemed to be able to pierce the world, and said in his heart:

"It seems that the sword is not doing anything."

In fact, Shangguan Lingye doesn’t need to remind you about this, because the sword is alive.

The swordsman and the sword are born with mutual appreciation and cannot communicate with each other, but they can sense the other's "emotions".

No matter what the original intention of the person who borrowed the sword, Zuo Lingquan could feel that this sword that had been covered with dust for many years had no malice towards him, and even had a little eagerness to try.

It's like an elder who has seen all over the world and the ups and downs of the world, looking at a toddler who uses wooden sticks as swords, saying:

"Game and gesture, let me see how much you have!"

After only a brief hesitation, Zuo Lingquan moved his eyes to Lin Zifeng who was running outward, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and took a step forward.

At this moment, the world became solemn and quiet.

The reason why immortal weapons deserve the word "媚" is because they are different from ordinary weapons and magic weapons. If they don't come out, they will be gone. Once they come out, the mountains and rivers will inevitably change their colors and shock the earth.

This is the case with the God-Surrendering Platform created by Wu Zunyi, and the Yellow Spring Sword of Lao Lu. How could this sword that has been buried underground for thousands of years be inferior?

Zuo Lingquan held the hilt of the sword and felt that he was in the rain curtain; after holding the hilt of the sword, he felt that the heavy rain covering the sky and the sun was just a servant who moved according to his thoughts. He would come when he called him, and would sway him when he waved him.

Shangguan Lingye followed closely, his eyes on Zuo Lingquan. He felt that the moment he held the hilt of the sword, his aura changed completely, as if his figure had grown countless times in an instant, with his feet on the ground, but his head against the sky.

This is the first time Shangguan Lingye has. From Zuo Lingquan, he feels a similar feeling to his master. He is like a bird's eye view of all things in the world. No matter how high you are, you have to bow your head before the deity.

The source of this momentum is self-confidence. People are like ants, but I am the true immortal.

Lin Zifeng, who was running out, obviously noticed the rising momentum behind him.

As a swordsman, receiving a sword to the enemy from the back is both a shame and a no different thing than sending death.

As a sword cultivator, Lin Zifeng is not without the blood in his bones. Even though he is physically disabled and is about to die of oil, he still turns around and handes a sword and says angrily:

"drink!"

The sky was filled with thunder and the rain also surged.

The twisted electric snake and the crazy rainstorm together outline a scene of destruction.

Zuo Lingquan had no distractions and put all the accumulation he had learned throughout his life on the sword in his hand.

The foundation of the sword in his hand is much deeper than Zuo Lingquan. Not only can he take all the power sent with ease, he can walk the sword at will, and with a thousand years of precipitation, this sword that has already shocked the world in artistic conception can exert a hundred times the power.

boom

The sword tip is pointed forward!

In front of Zuo Lingquan, an ink dragon rushes out, submerging the shattered earth at the foot of the mountain with the electric snake gathering from all directions.

The flooded rivers and the heavy rainstorms that flowed backwards were all forcibly torn by the fairy sword at this moment and gathered towards the mountains that were towering into the clouds.

Lin Zifeng took a sword and showed endless resentment and murderous intent in his eyes, but facing the sword that changed color, the deepest eyes still showed powerlessness. The moment the sword edge collided, it was swallowed by the black sword energy, smashing the already devastated earth.

Boom

Under the illumination of thousands of thunder, a black sword energy raged on the earth, like a dragon walking in the wild.

All the five elements of the water in the small world were involved, so that when you look from the sky, the rain all over the sky turned into a spiral, gathering towards the peak of the sword energy.

The sword moves mountains and rivers, and the aura shocks thousands of miles!

This sword is the serious "Sword Yi" in the eyes of Zhongzhou Sword Cultivator. There is no way to hide or avoid.

Lin Zifeng's robe was instantly broken, and her flesh was covered with holes by the endless sword energy. She held the sword in her hands and forced to block the unstoppable sword energy. Her body was knocked back nearly half a mile, and a groove several feet wide was drawn on the ground.

Rumble

Seeing that the sword force was about to be exhausted, Lin Zifeng gritted his teeth and wanted to escape, but what shocked him was that the aftermath of the first sword had not dissipated, Zuo Lingquan actually raised his hand again and came another sword at him!

call out

These two consecutive swords were much slower than those of the two swords in Huokaku. It was obviously because the movement was too big and the body was difficult to support.

But although the interval is long, the power has not been reduced. This is a sword with the same two styles!

Lin Zifeng hasn't figured out how Zuo Lingquan compressed the interval of the sword to this point, and he couldn't do it anyway.

Facing the peak sword blessed by the fairy sword again, what Lin Zifeng can do now is to use the most resentful eyes in the world to stare at the figure with the sword-drawing in the distance until it is swallowed by the torrent of sword energy and merge into the shattered earth under his feet...

Boom

Although the two swords were separated by a long distance, to the viewer, it was two consecutive swords one by one and one behind. The second Molong, biting the tail of the first Molong, tore the ground at the foot of the mountain.

Unreservedly, the heaven and earth are controlled by the immortal sword, and the feedback generated by the turbulent heaven and earth can be imagined.

The moment the sword energy went out, the mountain behind it began to shake.

The thick dark clouds in the sky actually tore open a huge crack, and the yellow sand flowed backwards, and the twisted thunder hit Zuo Lingquan's location.

Shangguan Lingye did not stop Zuo Lingquan from drawing the sword, and was also shocked by the terrifying power of the sword, but his thoughts did not stop. She knew that she would be retaliated by heaven and earth. The moment Zuo Lingquan finished drawing the sword, she hugged Zuo Lingquan and fled to the periphery...

Rumble...

The earth shakes.

In the mountains and fields, Wu Yezi, the old sword demon wearing a hat, looked at the two shocking swords in the distance, clapped his palms and exclaimed:

"Excellent! With this talent, I feel a pity for taking over the body."

As a swordsman who dominated Zhongzhou before the Battle of Stealing Dan, Wu Yezi not only talks about his character, but only discusses his achievements in swordsmanship, he is definitely the first in the world. His evaluation shows the speed of these two swords.

Wu Yezi lent the sword to Zuo Lingquan, so he was not kind enough to help his younger generations, but wanted to see how Zuo Lingquan's body fits in with the sword and how physical potential is.

Now it seems that my fairy sword is customized for Zuo Lingquan. Although it has refined the Dragon King water essence and squeezed the position of the natal water, it is too wasteful to replace it; but if it does not refine the natal sword and seek immortality according to the normal path, it is still an excellent embryo.

Wu Yezi said that it was a pity to take over the body, not to humbly pity, but to really feel a pity.

Because after taking over the body, his body's foundation was still there, but "Jianyi" was gone.

"Jianyi" represents the swordsman's understanding of swordsmanship, swordsmanship, experience, mood and other reasons. He has accumulated his most representative sword, and he cannot use it without a single link. This is also the reason why Jianyi cannot teach others.

After taking over the body, the soul changed its owner, and the Jian Yi that Zuo Lingquan realized by himself must be gone.

Wu Yezi knew that Zuo Lingquan could walk higher in the swordsmanship, maybe even higher than him. As a swordsman, he naturally wanted to see the top scenery of the swordsmanship, so he felt that it was a pity to be taken over.

But it’s a pity that it’s a pity. If a person doesn’t punish himself for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. If he doesn’t care about his talents, he must first ensure that his own way is worry-free.

So after the sword turned back from the foot of the mountain, Wu Yezi looked at the sword floating beside him and asked:

"These two swords are really good. Old man, do you think I can use his body to push these two swords back in the future?"

The sword will not think in a human way and will not respond to such boring problems in normal times.

But for some reason, the sword reacted today, and the sword tip trembled slightly, with a simple and straightforward meaning:

"You can't."

“…”

Wu Yezi's mood, which had been Gujing Wubo, moved slightly, and the smile on his face also showed a little stagnation.

However, after a moment, Wu Yezi shook his head and smiled:

"It seems that I'm not alive, I'm not alive, I'm in a difficult situation, old man, too."

The sword has no response and does not require any response.

Because the sword will not betray the sword master, it said, "You can't do it," and it just told the truth...

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