Zangren held the Dragon Yao Sword in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised. He looked at the broken sword with white light in Yingru Singer, and couldn't help but shook his head. In the next move, Zangren threw the king sword in his hand towards Yingru.

Song, the transformation of the originally dazzling Wang Jianlong Yao as he landed on the ground and penetrated deep into the earth is also quite interesting.

Long Yao stopped the light in an instant, and the originally shiny golden sword began to rust piece by piece, until the sword penetrated deep into the soil and turned into a rusty piece of broken copper and iron.

"Why don't you use this one, and I..."

The hand with the hidden blade stretched forward, as if grabbing into the invisible air, and grasped another sword, a jade sword that was over three feet tall and made of pure green jade.

"This sword is called Qinglian Tianyin. Don't blame the swordsman for not only using the big one to bully the small ones, but also using the divine weapon to bully you for being inferior!"

Ying Ruge's mouth, which was not covered by the black wooden mask, slightly raised her thin lips, which was interesting and interesting. Although there is only one immortal cultivator in ten thousand, the immortal cultivator in front of him, who has separated himself from the human world, is very interesting.

interested.

The first time I found this kind of person interesting was probably when I first met Yan Xiao.

At that time, Yan Xiao was not as happy as he is now, laughing and chatting with everyone. He saw the man riding a phoenix bird emitting flames, wearing a robe as red as blood, carrying a knife and a sword on his back, and a long sword hanging loose.

The hair is also slightly reddish, letting the wind caress it.

Yan Xiao didn't mean to ask, but just said: "Boy, from today on, you are my thirteenth disciple."

Ying Ruge did not refuse, he wanted revenge, and he also knew that the person in front of him had a power that was difficult for the world to fight against, so he was willing.

Look at the hidden blade of this self-proclaimed swordsman. He looks like a skinny old man, but like Yan Xiao, he may have lived for hundreds of years. He is an old monster.

This guy took out a total of two swords. The first one was Long Yao, which was thrown to him. Long Yao, known as the King Sword, was as bright as a golden sword made of gold in his hand, but when thrown to the ground, it was like broken copper.

The rotten iron was stained with rust; the second sword was one he pulled out from nowhere again, and now the sword in his hand was made of translucent jade.

This sword called "Qinglian Tianyin", could this jade sword be a literary sword? Or a chivalrous sword?

Not giving Ying Ruge time to think about it, Zang Ren stepped forward with force, shooting toward Ying Ruge at extremely fast speeds like an arrow from a string.

Ying Ru Ge stopped swinging his sword, and the sword energy shot out from the hidden blade was still three feet away from Ying Ru Ge. The broken blade in his hand, which was still more than a foot long, actually cracked like a pot of rice.

Ying Ruge dodged the sword energy sideways, and dodged a few more swords. He lowered his head and looked at the broken sword with only the hilt left in his hand, and put the broken sword respectfully on the ground.

With a loud shout, red light flashed on his body, and a flame pattern with a diameter of six to seven feet appeared behind him. His eyes also changed from black and white to a single color of red. The momentum was extraordinary, as if he was possessed by the god of war. It's a pity, a pity, but in just a few seconds,

The patterns behind him were like broken glass, the red light on his body dissipated, and his eyes returned to black and white.

Zangren laughed heartily and said scornfully: "Oh, doesn't the Master Controlling Ghosts have no immortal power at all? Why, he actually improved his immortal ability today. It's a pity, but it's all in vain."

Ying Ruge didn't care, and she wasn't ready to persist any longer. She flew towards the rusty sword Long Yao that was deeply embedded in the soil.

Three years ago, since Shi Sanhen was sealed into the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests by Qin Yue'er three years ago, he has never held a sword again. Now he holds this rusty sword, takes a deep breath, opens his eyes angrily, shouts loudly, and sends out several waves from his body.

Unclear sword energy.

Zangren retreated instinctively, and hurriedly fired dozens of sword energy to protect himself. He actually smiled, and there was a bit of kindness in his old and thin face.

"The green lotus leads to the heaven, and the fragrance is instantaneous!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the sky filled with rays of light, but the sword energy fell from the nine thousand feet cloud. The beauty of that moment was indeed as beautiful as a dream, like a colorful ray of light, or like transparent glass.

Although Ying Ruge's face was cold, she was cursing in her heart. This animal was said to be like a sword. Who has a sword that can turn nine thousand feet of energy into sword energy and shoot it down?

But even if you curse all the eighteen generations of Hidden Blade ancestors in your heart, what's the use?

Suddenly, Ying Ruge's eyes opened and a smile appeared on her lips.

I saw him concentrating and raising his energy, the sword move that had been blocked for a long time reappeared in the world of mortals, and a few words slightly squeezed out from the corner of his mouth, "World of white clouds, endless sea of ​​flowers!"

In the old days, the fairy who rode alone in the world of white clouds became famous for her sword moves and the endless sea of ​​flowers.

Before the person moved, all the energy in his body gathered on the sword and shot into the sky. The sword energy condensed and turned into yellow flowers slowly falling all over the sky.

The rays of light meet the falling flowers, and the sword energy released internally and externally is so beautiful that from a distance, few people would believe that it was a sword show, and most would think that the two of them were playing tricks.

The forceful moves counteracted each other. In just a moment, Ying Ruge regained the feeling he had not had for many years, that kind of sword strike.

I have the world in my hands and I can control it freely and happily.

But for some unknown reason, two lines of blood flowed from his face armor, and the Ghost Controller of the Mu Han Tower actually cried.

Even so, the next move was without hesitation, holding Long Yao in his hand and stabbing out with a sword!

Qinglian Tianyin is made entirely of jade, but when the rusty sword comes into contact with it, it feels more like being chopped against a three-foot-thick city wall.

Ying Ruge fiercely raised his power, and the rusty sword dragon shone brightly, revealing his golden appearance.

Ying Ruge was overjoyed, she made a killing move with the dragon-patterned sword, and stabbed out with another sword. The hidden blade was unhurried, Qinglian Tianyin side sword blocked, and there was a metallic sound of weapons handing over. Ying Ruge made a skillful move.

, Qinglian Tianyin flew out from his hand, taking advantage of the opportunity, he stabbed out another sword, straight towards the opponent's eyebrows. Before the hidden blade moved even half a minute, he saw the two fingers of his right hand unite, and a deep chill came over, lingering like a song.

Sheathing the sword, she turned around and knocked down Qinglian Tianyin. The eyes that were not covered by the mask were so unbelievable, sword control?

Green Lotus Heavenly Yin swims around Zangren's body, as cheerful as a fish in water.

"Whether you are a devil or a Buddha, block and kill!"

Each sword was faster than the other, and the sword was more severe than the other. The man with the hidden blade still did not move. The Qinglian Tianyin cleverly blocked each sword, and took advantage of the momentum to thrust out each sword, lingering like a song and gradually reaching the lower peak.

Suddenly, the golden sword was surrounded by green light, and the sword energy was unprecedented. It was as easy as teasing a child's hidden blade, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly. He quickly moved his clothes and made a handprint on his right hand. He could see that his hand was clenched into a fist, and his index finger and little finger were straightened.

As the surrounding atmosphere circulated, the green light on Long Yao's sword began to be blown by the strong wind and was about to disperse.

"Demon way!"

Zang Ren was stunned for a moment, and his face changed instantly. The originally thin face became white and fat, and then the fat face slowly shrunk, and the whole face became very resolute. His eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips were all that of a man with extraordinary bearing.

The handsome man. After the transformation, his handsome face was full of a foxy smile, and his words were quite arrogant: "You, you, are just like your master when he was young. When you win, you are more capable, and when you lose, you are the opponent."

The next moment, Zangren didn't dare to underestimate the enemy, and saw a pink wall of wind breaking towards him. The hand in white clothes was raised slightly, and Qinglian Tianyin returned to protect the master. Even so, the sword energy was still forced to retreat.

Qinglian Tianyin's Hidden Blade is nearly twenty steps away.

When the wind dissipated, looking at this poor house again, the swordsman Hidden Blade no longer had the evil smile before. With a wave of his sword, Qinglian Tianyin turned into a sapphire folding fan, which he held tightly in his hand.

"A ghost kid, why bother?"

"Whether it is Tao, demon or immortal, what does it have to do with me. Likewise, what does this doll have to do with death or reincarnation, what does it have to do with you?"

Zangren chuckled, feeling as if he hated the fact that iron cannot become steel, and said: "It is not easy for a child to cultivate like this, why don't you use the immortal method to counter it?"

Ying Ruge is also unambiguous, but a bit like a street gangster who says: "The eight-year promise has not come yet, and the swordsmanship can kill three thousand immortals."

His tone was loud, and Zang Ren actually smiled. Jade Fan clapped his hands and clicked his tongue a few times. This guy is quite likable. He can also kill three thousand immortals with swordsmanship? Interesting. Is it enough for you to give him another ten years? Maybe.

Let yourself see the scene of you slaying gods and immortals with just a three-foot green blade!

If things were like this today, we should have brought Lao Liu here with us. This brat should have continued to pave the road he paved for Xiao Thirteen.

But for this trivial matter, I'm afraid I don't need that brat from Lao Liu to come over. I can do it myself.

As soon as he raised his hand, Dalang's soul was forcibly separated from Ying Ruge's body. His whole body was wrapped in white light, and his body slowly floated up. The child was so frightened that he cried loudly, and Ying Ruge even put on his visor as if preparing to fight.

Fates fight against each other.

Zangren waved his hand, frowned slightly on his handsome face, and shouted angrily: "Back off!"

Ying Ruge calmed down when she saw that Da Lang was floating in the air, but not feeling any discomfort at all. When he looked at the hidden blade again, his pupils couldn't help but dilate. This man actually used his body to attract the Yin Qi from heaven and earth to gather in the child's Yin body, waiting for Yu.

When the sun is gone, you will not be afraid of daylight or ghosts. Similarly, if you are not in the three realms and the five elements, you will not enter reincarnation.

Zangren turned his head and looked at Ying Ruge, with the same smiling face that made people want to slap him in the face: "Yan Xiao and the swordsman are kind. The swordsman knows that Yan Xiao will give three magic weapons to every disciple he accepts. This ghost

The servant is regarded as a gift from the Sword Master on his behalf. Wang Yan, although this son can obtain a physical form during the day, he has been expelled from reincarnation in the name of the Sword Master. If you want him to be reincarnated and become a human again, it depends on your cultivation."

Zangren turned his head and exposed his back to Ying Ruge. He waved his sleeves gently, and another ink-colored long sword appeared invisibly. The sword floated halfway up his waist. Zangren stood on tiptoe slightly and stepped on it.

He took up the long sword and flew away with the sword, looking extraordinarily free and unrestrained, like a swordsman.

Looking at Dalang again, he looked at his little hands and feet, and touched his big, smooth head, feeling extremely excited. He finally became just like an ordinary child.

The young Ying Ruge once asked Bai Yun, and he timidly asked, "Mother, since there are people who can soar into the clouds and ride in the mist, is there anyone who can wield a sword for thousands of miles?"

Bai Yun was extremely angry, angrily denounced that the art of sword control was not the right way, and a swordsman could only be worthy of his conscience if he could hold a three-foot green sword in his hand.

Now it seems that the art of sword control is really impressive.

In Lincheng City these days, the streets are full of weirdos, and some people can recognize who these weirdos are. The four carrying coffins are the four sons of Bohai. They usually carry coffins on their backs or give them to others.

Others use it, or they keep it for themselves; the man and the woman look like ordinary boys and girls, but those who dare to look down on them have already been cut into five pieces and sent to the underworld; there are also the double-sword Arhat Muwei and the commoner Tai Sui Ge Qianqiu.

…

Zhong Xihou held his sword and stood on the roof of the inn. His eyes were as deep and sharp as a hawk. His behavior undoubtedly gave the city patrol department a numb and severe headache. It stands to reason that unless the government military camp or the relevant butterfly has been registered

Escorts, no matter how bad they are, must be registered bounty hunters, and only these people can carry swords.

But I don’t know why, just last night, the Second Young Master’s confidant suddenly issued an order to get up tomorrow morning to strengthen patrols in the city. At first, I thought it was something important, but when I asked, the man added that from tomorrow onwards, people will no longer be prevented from wearing swords.

.This order was like a thunderbolt to Lieutenant Li Badou. Wouldn't this be exhausting their patrol department to death?

And why is this done? Rumor has it that several famous swordsmen came to Jinling, including Zhong Xihou, the Lord of the West.

At the beginning, Li Badou, the lieutenant of the City Patrol Department, thought that the owner of a fiefdom was not allowed to enter other people's fiefdoms at will, and violators could be arrested for rebellion. But his subordinates reminded the lieutenant that the Nightless City in the West is an exception and is independent and autonomous. In addition to Zhongxihou, he is

There is no official or noble person besides the lord of a city, which can be regarded as a strange existence.

Suddenly a large number of weirdos poured into Jinling. Zhongxihou forgot that he was also a weirdo. If people knew that he was Zhongxihou, the city would probably be even more stormy.
To be continued...