The bronze sword body is one of the top ten weapons in ancient times. However, it is obvious that this is an incomplete divine weapon, with only the sword body. But even so, the power cannot be underestimated. Under the control of Mo Lin, the bronze sword body is one of them.

The sword penetrated the chest of an old man.

But this amount of damage is simply a piece of cake for a cultivator at this level. Within a moment, the blood hole in front of the old man had been restored to its original state.

The fly whisk in True Dragon Sanren's hand flew like a swimming dragon, and the divine light it produced beat the lower body of a cultivator to a bloody pulp. The man said coldly: "True Dragon Sanren, you are protecting that old man with black scales like this.

Are you two having an affair!?"

As he spoke, the man's attacks became more fierce, and thousands of sword energy flooded the True Dragon Sanren.

"You should be beaten for being disrespectful!" True Dragon Sanren shouted softly, flicking the fly whisk, and all the sword energy turned into ashes.[

"Damn it, you damn old bastard, I will kill you sooner or later!" Seeing his master being insulted, Tian Yu couldn't help but cursed angrily.

Zhuge Buliang, on the other hand, was frowning at this moment. He felt that the bronze sword hilt in his body was getting more and more uneasy, as if it was about to disappear outside his body.

"What's the relationship between Mo Lin and your master?" Zhuge Buliang suddenly asked.

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

"I'm just asking, nothing else." Zhuge Buliang said.

Tian Yu said: "My master and senior Mo Lin are close friends. As long as the two of them are not in seclusion, they will talk about immortality and Taoism together every year."

Zhuge nodded without making a sound.

"puff!"

A flash of sword light flashed, and the head of an old man was penetrated by the bronze sword body. The head is an important part of the cultivator, and the soul escapes in it. The bronze sword body slashed through it, directly obliterating the old man's soul.

Once the soul is destroyed, it cannot be restored.

"Brush brush brush"

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

"Ah!!!" Another old man roared with blood-red eyes and rushed towards Mo Lin like crazy. A small golden sword over a foot long appeared in his hand. Although the golden sword was only over a foot long

It's long, but it cuts out a sword energy that can reach the sky and the earth.

"bite!"

Mo Lin called back the bronze sword body and blocked it in front of him. The sweeping sword energy was like a whale sucking water, all pouring into the bronze sword body. The bronze sword body also became golden.

"As expected of the ancient Ten Blades. Although it is broken, it still cannot be destroyed by ordinary attacks." Tian Yu's face showed joy. After all, True Dragon San and Mo Lin are now a united front.

But at this time, a sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring came from a distance, and a middle-aged man flew over quickly, holding a bright golden spear in his hand. On top of the spear, there seemed to be a golden dragon coiled around it.

The young man didn't say too much nonsense, he shook his spear directly and stabbed a golden spear towards Mo Lin.

"Headmaster!" the old man who was confronting Mo Lin said excitedly.

"Stay back!" the middle-aged man said coldly, and charged forward with a golden spear.

"Wentian Battle Spear!" Mo Lin finally couldn't help but his expression changed, and his voice became hoarse.[

The Wentian War Spear also belongs to one of the Ten Ancient Blades, and it is a complete divine blade. It is not comparable to the broken bronze sword body in Mo Lin's hand.

"clang!"

The bronze sword body collided with Wentian's war spear, and the bronze sword body suddenly flew back, while Wentian's war spear was shining with golden light. The middle-aged man held the war spear and looked at the bronze sword: "It turns out it's just a piece of steel.

I reluctantly accepted the broken weapon!"

After saying that, Wentian's war spear came out like a swimming dragon and went straight towards Mo Lin.

Mo Lin squeezed the sword technique with his hand, and the bronze sword body flew up and down. He was very agile, but he was still no match for the Wentian War Spear. Within a few rounds, Mo Lin was beaten back repeatedly.

"Where is Mo Mei from your Shujianzhai? You want to fight with the Wentian War Spear with a broken weapon?" The middle-aged man scolded coldly, but he showed no mercy in his attack. As soon as the Wentian War Spear came out, a golden edge penetrated it.

It hit Mo Lin's chest, flew out from his back*, and destroyed a mountain peak in the distance.

"Dad, take the sword!" Suddenly there was a loud roar, and from the ancient forest below, Mo Ximen flew up on a big purple gourd. He shot out a black light and quickly flew to Mo Lin's eyes.

Mo Lin grabbed it. It was a sheathed long sword. It was completely black and had no luster, but there were traces of ink lingering around the sword.

"Mo Mei!" The middle-aged man's face became solemn.

The Black Plum Sword also belongs to the ancient Ten Blades, and it is also a intact weapon. Its power is comparable to the Wentian War Spear. As soon as the Black Plum Sword came out, the middle-aged man could not help but take a breath of cold air. He only had one Wentian in his hand.

War Spear, but Mo Lin gets Mo Mei, which is equivalent to having two ancient blades at the same time.

"Qiang!"

The ink plum comes out of its sheath, bringing out a streak of ink light. It is three feet long, and looks like a sword but not a sword, but it has no tip. It looks like a ruler. It is completely black and looks ordinary and strange.

"brush"

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

"Clang!"

The middle-aged man swung the Wentian war spear and stabbed out more than a dozen sharp edges. The Wentian war spear slashed down with force, and a golden dragon flew out and rushed towards Mo Lin with its head and tail swaying.

Mo Lin sacrificed the bronze sword body and Mo Mei at the same time. Two sword lights, one green and one black, crisscrossed each other. Drawing a circle in mid-air, it shattered all the green edges.

"Immortal old man, this can't kill you?" Mexico laughed heartily.

"Junior, I'm here to meet you!" At this time, the old man who had retreated came back to kill again, and his target was Mo Ximen.

"Boom!"

The old man's cultivation level was obviously higher than that of Mo Ximen. With a wave of his big hand, two big palm prints pressed down, like a mountain of five fingers. Mo Ximen shouted and controlled the purple gourd to fly up and pass through the gaps between the five fingers.

But the old man took the initiative to meet him, and a spear also appeared in his hand, stabbing at Moximen.

"You shameless old guy, do you think it's embarrassing for you to bully a junior like me?" Mo Ximen cursed while avoiding him.[

"If you speak rudely, I will teach you a lesson for you!" The old man sneered and thrust out his war spear again and again. In an instant, the entire sky was filled with sharp edges.

"Dad, you have two things in your hand, lend me one." Moximen dodged left and right, shouting to his father.

Mo Lin raised his hand and hit the bronze sword body towards his son. The old man's face turned pale immediately, and the bronze war spear struck up, trying to block the bronze sword body. However, even though the bronze sword body was a broken magic weapon, its power was still weak.

How can it be compared with ordinary weapons? The bronze war spear was immediately cut into two pieces by the bronze sword.

"Hahaha!" Moximen laughed, raised his hand, and the bronze sword flew straight towards the old man.

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

On the other side, Mo Lin's strength was greatly increased after receiving Mo Mei, and she was fighting with the middle-aged man. The black sword energy and golden edge were radiating. The battle between Zhenlong San and her opponent had also reached a fever pitch.

, True Dragon Sanren is already sure of victory, and within a hundred rounds, he will definitely defeat his opponent.

However, Moximen was a little hung up. Although he had a bronze sword in his hand, there was a huge gap in cultivation between him and the old man, which was difficult to overcome. And the bronze sword in his hand was far inferior to that of his father's.

power.

After dozens of rounds of fighting, Mexico was already in a desperate situation and could only rely on the extreme speed brought by the big gourd under his feet to dodge.

"Old guy, you have such good physical strength." Mexico complained repeatedly.

The old man sneered, saying that his moves were all about Mo Ximen's vital points, and he also wanted to snatch the bronze sword body from Mo Ximen's hand. Fortunately, Mo Ximen reacted quickly and took back the bronze sword body in time.

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

"What's the point of bullying a junior? If this divine weapon hadn't been broken, I would have chopped off your head!" Mo Ximen said loudly.

"If you are about to die, you still have to show off your words. Today, I will not only kill you, but also take off your father's head." The old man smiled and rushed forward, piercing the bronze war spear between Mo Ximen's eyebrows.

"Ding dong!"

The bronze sword body even blocked the attack.

Zhuge Buliang stood in the distance, thinking over and over again. He had many enemies in the southern region now, but he really didn't have many friends. And this Mo Ximen, he was Mo Lin's son, and Mo Lin was a friend of Zhenlong Sanren.

True Dragon Sanren had helped him many times in Jiuzhou. Thinking of this, Zhuge Buliang felt that he could make friends with Ximen Mo. So Zhuge Buliang shouted: "Master Ximen, come here and let me show you.

nice one!"

Moximen, who was avoiding the attack in a panic, heard the news and saw Zhuge Buliang waving to him from a distance.

"Come here, let me show you something nice." Zhuge Buliang said with a smile.

"You're busy, don't you see? By the way, do you still have Yin and Yang fire? Burn this old o'clock!" Mo Ximen said with an angry look.

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

Mo Ximen dodged the old man's attack and flew towards Zhuge Buliang.

"No one can save you!" The old man also came forward with a spear in hand.

Moximen turned around and slashed out a sword, forcing the old man back, then turned to look at Zhuge Bulian: "What good thing?"

Zhuge Buliang shook his hand, and a bronze sword hilt flew towards Moximen.

"This is it." Moximen was surprised, and immediately showed a look of joy.

"What!" The old man who caught up behind him also screamed in panic, looking at the flying bronze hilt in disbelief.

"Buzz" the bronze sword body vibrated, and actually flew up to meet the bronze sword hilt. With a "clang" sound, the two merged into one, the bronze sword body and the bronze sword hilt were connected together, and the broken seams were actively compatible.

Green light flashed, and a complete bronze sword appeared in front of several people.
Chapter completed!