sword?

The huge ancient red dragon stared at the sword that the swordsman was talking about. It was a branch with green leaves on it. I am afraid that only children would think of it as a sword, but in the hands of the old man in front of him, the branch was like a sword. Unparalleled sword.

Just one day ago, the white-haired swordsman found this place and blocked his way.

The ancient red dragon swam slowly in the void and commented:

"The sword is unparalleled."

"Of all the swordsmen from ancient times to the present, none is better than you."

Murong Longtu just held the branch casually.

The green robe was stained with blood. Murong Longtu fought with the Ancient Red Dragon for a day and was seriously injured. However, the extremely hard scales on the Ancient Red Dragon also showed signs of fragmentation, and the golden dragon's blood dropped. Falling in the sky.

Slowly flowing and changing, like a golden dream.

The medicinal herbs stained with the dragon's blood transformed, grew golden lines, and exuded an aura that was extremely attractive to strange beasts. This was the Taoist medicine called [Emperor's Liquid].

[The moonlight on the night of Geng Shen contains the emperor's fluid, which is shaped like countless olives and thousands of golden threads, running through them, hanging down to the world. When plants and trees receive their essence, they can channel spirits]

In these thousands of years, it appeared for the second time, and the ancient red dragon was injured for the second time.

Murong Longtu said: "It's a pity that you don't seem to be in your prime."

The ancient red dragon stared at the distant place and felt that the aura of the human being had disappeared. He did not answer Murong Longtu's words, but just said: "The eight-hundred-year agreement is over here. It's a pity, it's a pity..."

Murong Longtu said: "Do you want to protect his life through the eight-hundred-year agreement?"

Taikoo Chilong said: "It's just an agreement with an old friend. However, the eight-hundred-year agreement has been interrupted. Are the swordsmen of the human race ready to accept my response?"

The red dragon's golden-red vertical pupils opened. He was huge and powerful. His breath turned into clouds, and his voice was like thunder. The clouds spread out and covered the entire sky. In ancient times, he was called God is angry again now.

Murong Longtu's white hair was flying as he looked at the branch in his hand.

Jian Kuang put his left hand behind his back, raised the sword with his right hand and said with a smile:

"The Lord of Red Flames Sweeping the Sky, the Heavenly Lord of the Candle Dragon Swallowing the Sun."

"I never thought that one day, my sword would be able to fight against the mythical beings I heard about when I was young."

The ancient red dragon said slowly: "That was just a name given to me by people six thousand years ago. With your current state, if you had appeared in that era, you would have been revered as the God of Swords."

"That is the history I have experienced, but it is blurred by the passage of time."

"People in history lost their original color and were praised as gods by people in later generations."

He was silent for a moment and said, "What a pity, you could have lived longer."

Murong Longtu said calmly: "Joke!"

"I am a swordsman."

"It's so embarrassing to struggle to live until the day you can no longer hold the sword. There is no point in living like that. The essence of kendo is the sword struck at the peak of the moment. This life will be the end of the world."

Among them."

"Come on, Ancient Red Dragon, let me see the power of the mythical age."

"You have lived for eight thousand years, and my life may only be a short moment to you, but this short moment of Murong Longtu will make you remember it until you die. You will live another eight thousand years until the longevity of the dragon.

When you are about to die, you will think of me."

The ancient red dragon looks at the heroes of mankind.

Red Emperor, Overlord, Chen Wu, Daozong.

The heroes in the world are indeed as diverse as the endless rays of sunshine.

When He spoke, He breathed out clouds and rays of light, and said slowly:

"I'm looking forward to it."

Just when the two men were about to fight, there were sudden bursts of panicked shouts: "Slow down, slow down, what the hell are you two doing?!"

"Help, help!!!"

The ancient red dragon paused slightly.

Murong Longtu stopped his sword.

???

The two beings standing at the top of the divine beasts and the humane swordsmen turned their heads at the same time and saw that in this secret realm, there seemed to be wild beasts rioting. Countless strange beasts seemed to have red eyes, running wildly and chasing a figure.

The figure was sitting on the back of a black turtle, which was running as fast as it could.

The bad old man on Xuan Turtle's back sat cross-legged, clasped Xuan Turtle's neck with both hands, and cursed loudly: "That old boy Si Wei, there is indeed something wrong with the array plate this old boy gave me, I'll fuck him.

."

"What did this old boy's formation do to me?"

"That's not right, why can't this kid grasp his energy?"

"Have you been tied up?!"

Si Ming, who had messy hair, saw Taikoo Chilong and Murong Longtu, and his eyes lit up, as if he had seen a life-saving straw, and then he said loudly:

"Red Dragon, boy Longtu, help me!"

"Don't wait until death to save me!"

The dragon roar of the ancient red dragon was low, so many strange beasts in this secret realm were frightened and crawled on the ground, trembling. The black turtle spun around and threw Si Ming away.

Lao Siming staggered and sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.

There was cold sweat on his face, and he was in shock: "His grandma is scared to death."

Taikoo Chilong said: "Si Ming, why are you here?"

Siming took a breath and said: "I came to stop you two from fighting. In addition, you have not violated the agreement with your old friend." Old Siming laughed and spread his hands: "Zhang Ziyong, who is carrying Ji Ji

The person who lives by the name of the wind."

"Even if he is dead, he is not dead."

"Feel it."

The ancient red dragon remained silent, vaguely feeling that there was still a ray of life in a place extremely far away from here, but it could no longer be regarded as a person, it was just a part of a "living" body.

In this secret realm, there is abundant aura, the clouds are rolling, and above the sky is a huge and circling ancient divine dragon. On the cliff is a fierce swordsman in green clothes, and the white-haired Yin-Yang family has a cunning smile.

He is old and his face is full of wrinkles, but his eyes are as clear as before and he said: "So, it is not considered a breach of contract."

"Isn't it?"

This was the verdict given by the peerless sect of the Yin Yang family, and it also took advantage of a loophole. The ancient Chilong was silent for a long time and said: "You are right, this battle should not continue." Then Murong Longtu also withdrew his sword,

He said:

"Senior Si Ming, you always come just right."

Murong Longtu said: "But, what exactly is the so-called eight hundred years agreement?"

Taikoo Chilong replied: "It's just an old thing from the past."

"That was the last time my old friend and I met. We agreed on a chance to take action with the Scarlet Sky Sword. The Scarlet Sky Sword has fallen into the world, and Long Yuan was chopped into pieces by the Scarlet Sky Sword. The words of the old friends in the past are scattered."

"Originally it was supposed to be Ji Chengfeng."

"Holding the Red Sky Sword and Long Yuan at the same time, let me take action again for such a person who obeys his fate."

"And now, after all, my agreement has not been fulfilled, but it is not considered a breach of contract."

Murong Longtu said: "That's it."

Although he is good at fighting and sword-fighting, he is not a lunatic who just cares about fighting. So he restrained his sword intention and said: "In that case, I don't have to fight with you. On this day, I did move."

With some muscles and bones, it can be considered that you have enjoyed yourself to the fullest."

Then he opened up: "However, I will have a battle in the academy someday. Zhang Ziyong is dead. Is the ancient red dragon willing to join me in this final battle?"

Taikoo Chilong said: "I'm going to fight you."

Murong Longtu replied: "No."

"I just hope that I can also make an agreement with you."

He loosened his hand at will, and a branch in his hand, used by the world's best swordsman, pierced through the dragon's scales, circled and fell to the ground, with roots growing faintly. Murong Long Tu said: "My lifespan will not be too long.

But you can survive."

"You can live another thousand years, two thousand years."

"I want to invite you to watch the battle."

"Two thousand years from now, three thousand years from now, or even eight thousand years from now, when you are about to die, can you recall whether there is anyone in this vast world whose sword energy and swordsmanship can rival Murong Longtu's?"

The green-robed swordsman stretched out his right hand with a calm air:

"At that time, under the vast underworld, I was waiting for your insights."

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To be continued...