"You actually recognized yourself as the master without my consent. It's so shameless for you to have a broken sword."

Ye Xiao looked at the mark on his hand, shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile.

This feeling is like being caught by a stranger and entering the Civil Affairs Bureau and getting a marriage certificate.

However, at this time, Broken Sword had no response.

It seemed to have exhausted all its energy, and the light around it gradually faded away, returning to a rusty appearance.

"However, for the sake of your pity, I will reluctantly accept you." Ye Xiao said, putting the broken sword in the storage ring.

He originally thought that the sword was not smelted by the Burning Flame Gold Dividing Technique because it was of too low a grade.

But now it seems that this is not the case.

A sword that possesses spirituality must be at least top grade.

What's more, this sword weighs a hundred tons, how can it be an ordinary thing.

"bump!"

Just as Ye Xiao put away the broken sword, the position where the broken sword was drawn suddenly sunk in towards the center, revealing a black hole with a diameter of one meter.

"Whoa whoa whoa~"

In an instant, a huge whirlpool suddenly appeared, sucking in the surrounding pool water and soil crazily.

"Could this broken sword be a plug at the bottom of the pool? Then where will this hole lead?" Ye Xiao couldn't help but be curious about the secret at the bottom of the sword pool, and thought in a wicked way, "Now that I have collected this

Sword, luckily let’s go down and take a look.”

Ye Xiao then gave up resistance and allowed the whirlpool to suck him into the black hole.

…

At this moment, in the mountains and forests, the old man in green shirt was chasing the cultivators who had just watched him.

It was like a massacre without any suspense, and the situation turned into a game between hunter and prey.

His steps are not big or fast, but every time he takes a step, he will appear in a new position as if he teleports.

"bass!"

Every time the ancient sword in his hand is drawn out, there will be a brilliant flash of light.

This sword light looked ordinary, just like a casual blow from the old man Qingshan, but even with such a sword, no one could survive under the sword light.

"Ah!~"

For a time, the sound of swords and the screams of cultivators could be heard in the forest.

…

The old man in green shirt was walking quickly in the forest, as if he was playing a game between hunter and prey.

Suddenly, a figure flashed out of the trees.

"I'll fight you!"

I saw the leader of the Tianquan Sword Sect mobilized his true energy to the maximum and attacked the old man.

He used the two fingers of his left hand as a sword, and his whole body was filled with zhenqi, which was astonishing.

Although he lost a hand and a sword, he actually understood the threshold of the true meaning of the sword despite risking his own life.

"Zhai Zhai, let me help you." Another figure jumped down from the book and went straight to the old man's back.

Obviously, this was a coordination. With the two people fighting for their lives, their attacks had a vague tendency to encircle them.

As long as the old man is distracted from dealing with one of them, he will definitely not be able to avoid the attack of the other.

"cut!"

However, the old man in green shirt didn't even look at the two of them from beginning to end, and kept swallowing the sword in his hand.

"Peng!"

With one strike of the sword, the two men were immediately chopped into two pools of blood mist.

"One hundred and twenty-three!" The old man in green snorted and said disdainfully.

…

"I knew I should have listened to Master Mu, why are you here to join in the fun!"

Deep in the mountains and forests of Zangjian Villa, a middle-aged scribe looked pale. Hearing the screams getting closer and closer to him, he felt very regretful.

At the beginning, Mu Taoist had advised him not to go, but now it seems that Mu Taoist's words were absolutely right.

In front of an absolute master like the old man in green shirt, the so-called golden elixir masters like myself are nothing but a joke.

"Looks like I have to take a gamble." Gongyang Zang gritted his teeth, took out a compass from his arms, and muttered something.

As Gong Yangzang finished reciting the mantra, a light blue array of light rose from the compass and enveloped Gong Yangzang.

Immediately afterwards, the array of light turned into a barrier, and the surrounding scene began to gradually distort, as if a mirror image was rapidly forming.

This mirror image is exactly the same as the surrounding scenery, except that the figure of Gong Yangzang is missing.

…

As time passed by, the back hill of Hidden Sword Villa was almost stained red with blood.

As he swallowed and spat out the ancient fairy sword, another person suddenly turned into blood mist.

"One hundred and forty-one, no, there should be one missing..." The old man in blue shirt held the fairy sword and said doubtfully.

Immediately, his consciousness swept away, his figure flashed, and he turned around and chased in one direction.

"bump"

A green figure suddenly fell down like a meteor, stopping three feet in front of the ram's hiding place, leaving a large hole in the ground.

"Come out!"

The old man shouted loudly, and with a flash of sword light, there was a burst of explosions in the void.

"boom"

The scenery in the mountain forest immediately shattered like glass, revealing the figure of a middle-aged scribe.

"This...how is it possible! This is the array disk of the God Array family!"

That person was none other than Gong Yangzang. At this moment, he looked at the murderous old man in green shirt and collapsed on the ground in fear.

"The phantom formation is of no use to me!"

An old voice said slowly.

This illusory formation can confuse people's five senses, but it cannot hide it from the old man in blue who has cultivated his spiritual consciousness.

"Spare...spare my life!" Gongyang begged desperately with his head hidden like a pound of garlic.

"You are the last one." The old man in green shirt said coldly without looking at Gong Yangzang.

The fairy sword in his hand was about to come out of his body. Suddenly, the earth shook, and a roar came from the deep mountains!

"boom"

"This...is the sword pool!" The expression of the old man in blue changed, and he immediately determined that the vibration came from the direction of the sword pool.

He didn't care about Gong Yangzang anymore, he flashed and ran away at full speed in the direction of Jianchi.

He has already suffered huge losses due to the Heavenly Tribulation. If something happens to Jianchi again, this trip will be completely in vain.

"saved?"

Gong Yangzang looked at the old man walking away, and he almost collapsed from the joy of surviving a disaster.

Although he really wanted to know what was happening in the distance, he only had one thought at this time.

Run, run as far as possible.

...

The old man in green shirt was extremely fast. In less than a minute, he had already reached the edge of the sword pond.

But what he saw in front of him made him take a deep breath.

I saw that the sword pool that was originally full of spiritual energy had completely dried up, revealing a huge hole underneath.

The water in the pool and the flying sword all disappeared without a trace at this moment, leaving only an abyss with no bottom.

"what is going on!"

The old man in green shirt was pale and furious, and a mouthful of blood could no longer be suppressed and spurted out far away.

He originally planned to kill all the cultivators first to vent his anger, and then come back to refine the remaining swords.

But less than a quarter of an hour after he left, he had just refined one of his fairy swords, and the aura and water in the sword pool were all gone?

Could it be that I didn’t read the almanac when I went out today and deserved my bad luck?
Chapter completed!