The middle-aged man is still sharpening his divine sword, sharpening it very slowly, but very carefully and patiently. Every time he sharpens it several times, he will take a closer look at the blade.
Li Qiye stood there, quietly watching the middle-aged man sharpening the iron sword. He was very patient and watched with gusto. It seemed that the middle-aged man was sharpening the magic sword. It was a very beautiful scenery that could make people feel happy.
People never tire of watching it.
In fact, as long as the Taoist practice is high enough and the strength is strong enough, if you look closely at the middle-aged man polishing the divine sword, you will indeed find that every movement and every detail of the middle-aged man sharpening the divine sword is
It is full of rhythm. When you can enter the feeling of the middle-aged man's Tao, you will find that what the middle-aged man is polishing is not the magic sword in his hand, but his own Tao.
"I am already a dead man." After polishing the sword for a long time, the middle-aged man said this: "You don't need to wait."
As soon as such words come out, if there are other people around, they will definitely be frightened. Look carefully, the middle-aged man who is smelting and blacksmithing in front of you can't see anything strange. He looks like
He is very normal, and can even be said to be a living person.
In fact, this is also true. Before Jian Yuan, many strong monks had seen the middle-aged man in front of them. No one saw anything strange. In everyone's eyes, this middle-aged man was just a
He is just a mysterious person and has nothing to do with the dead at all.
In fact, it is true that none of the middle-aged man in front of him, including all the middle-aged men who are smelting and forging iron, and thousands of middle-aged men here are alive, are dead.
Because the middle-aged man's real body is already dead, the middle-aged men who appear to be alive in front of him are just their incarnations after death.
However, a dead person can still survive here, and there is no difference between him and a living person. This is such a strange thing, and what an unbelievable thing it is. I am afraid that many strong monks have witnessed it with their own eyes.
Even if you don’t see it, you won’t believe it.
Moreover, if it is not pointed out, all the strong monks do not know that the middle-aged men who look alive in front of them are just the incarnations of the living dead.
In fact, one after another in front of the middle-aged men, one cannot see any flaws at all, nor can one see any difference between them and living people?
However, no matter how lifelike it is, the middle-aged man in front of him is indeed dead.
However, this middle-aged man is too powerful and too terrifying. Even if billions of years pass, time still cannot polish his existence. Therefore, a living dead like him still looks like a living person.
Survive here.
How unimaginable and incredible this is.
Li Qiye was not surprised at all by such words. In fact, he knew the truth even if he didn't look.
"There is nothing wrong with dead people." Li Qiye said lightly.
"That's true." The middle-aged man sharpened his divine sword, rarely nodded in agreement with Li Qiye's words, and said: "It's much better than the one who is about to die like you."
Such words, coming from the mouth of a middle-aged man, seemed very unlucky. After all, if a dead man said that you are a dying person, any strong monk would be horrified to hear such words.
However, Li Qiye reacted very calmly, smiled lightly, and said: "This is reasonable, but I, a dying person, have to struggle a little, maybe, struggling, struggling, I can live again.
Come down. Life is about endless tossing."
The middle-aged man did not answer Li Qiye's words. He was still sharpening his divine sword, very finely. It seemed that he wanted to polish even a small sword mark until it was perfect.
I don't know how long it took, but the middle-aged man took a look at the blade of the sword to see if the fire was enough.
"What is your sustenance?" After glancing at the sword blade, the middle-aged man suddenly said this.
Li Qiye couldn't help but smile and said: "You place your trust in the sword, not only because it is sharp, nor because you need it, but because its existence has extraordinary significance to you."
In fact, this middle-aged man was terrifyingly powerful during his lifetime, and his power was beyond the imagination of the world.
When he reaches this level of existence, in fact, he doesn't need a sword at all. He is the most powerful and terrifying sword in his own right. However, he still creates one invincible sword after another.
For a middle-aged man, he does not necessarily need such a divine sword. After all, he is invincible with just one move of his hand. He is the sharpest and most powerful divine sword.
Despite this, this middle-aged man still created unparalleled divine swords time and time again.
It's not that he needs the divine sword, the sword depends on the craftsman, and the craftsman needs the sword, it's just his sustenance.
"What about you?" the middle-aged man still asked.
Li Qiye did not reply immediately, he just looked at the sword in the middle-aged man's hand, fascinated.
"I forgot." I don't know how long it took before Li Qiye answered the middle-aged man's words.
"You can't let it go." Finally, the middle-aged man continued to sharpen the magic sword in his hand. This sentence was said in a confused manner, which seemed to be incomprehensible.
However, Li Qiye could understand, but he did not answer the middle-aged man's words.
"This is your weakness." After grinding for a long time, the middle-aged man gently rubbed the sword and slowly said this.
"Is the sword your weakness?" Li Qiye asked.
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment and did not answer Li Qiye's words.
"Sustenance, it makes you more determined and stronger." Li Qiye said lightly: "Without sustenance, there is no restraint, so what can't you do? There are so many existences in the darkness, but how could they be standing in the darkness in the first place?
? That’s just being able to do anything, without having a self.”
"Well said." The middle-aged man was silent, and finally, he couldn't help but praise it.
To others, this may sound like just idle moaning, but in fact, it is true.
Whether it is Li Qiye or a middle-aged man, they are already powerful enough to influence the rise and fall of a world, an era, and changes for millions of years. It can be said that a huge and unparalleled empire is wiped out, or a small person can rise to invincibility...
…It can destroy the world, or it can reshape order.
Being so powerful, it can be said that they can do whatever they want, do whatever they want, and can restrain their existence, but they exist in one heart, and all they need is a kind of sustenance.
"So, it's not my weakness that I can't let go." Li Qiye said lightly: "It will make me stronger. All gods, demons, and even the thief God, are so powerful, I will destroy them."
"But, it may not be possible." The middle-aged man carefully admired the divine sword in his hand. The divine sword was white as snow and cut with gold. It was definitely an extremely rare divine sword and could be said to be unparalleled.
"If I want to do it, it will be possible." Li Qiye said such a sentence lightly, but such an understatement was resounding and extremely firm. No one or anything can change it or shake it.
"Someone is looking for you." At this moment, the middle-aged man said something like this.
"I know, I'm looking for him too." Li Qiye couldn't help but smile. He didn't feel any pressure at all. He was very relaxed and took everything as he was.
"So, you came to me." The middle-aged man was not surprised.
Li Qiye smiled and said slowly: "If my news is correct, you had a battle with him in that era that was too far away and in the chaos."
The middle-aged man was silent for a long time. Finally, he said slowly: "Yes, so, I am dead."
"Although the sword immortal is dead, the sword is not dead." Li Qiye said calmly.
Sword Immortal is the middle-aged man in front of me. No one in the world knows about Sword Immortal, and has never heard of Sword Immortal.
Can there be immortals in the world? There are no immortals in the world. However, a middle-aged man was named Sword Immortal. However, those who know this think that there is nothing inappropriate about it.
You can imagine how powerful he is and how terrifying he is.
However, even those as powerful and invincible as him were ultimately defeated and died miserably in the hands of that man.
"You know him better than he knows you." The middle-aged man said slowly.
Li Qiye smiled and said: "This is true. It seems that I have been following you for a long time. It is not surprising to dig up the ancestor's grave three feet. So, I also want to ask you about it."
The middle-aged man was silent for a moment, and finally said slowly: "What I know may not be useful to you. Time is already too far away, and things have changed."
"It's better than ignorance." Li Qiye smiled.
The middle-aged man couldn't help but remain silent. Finally, he nodded and said slowly: "What do you want to know?"
"I want to know the specific circumstances of your battle with him." Li Qiye said slowly. When he said these words, his expression was very serious and solemn.
"That battle." When he mentioned the past, the middle-aged man's eyes suddenly lit up, and the sword light erupted. In this moment, the middle-aged man did not need to burst out any aura, he slightly revealed a trace of his sword.
With his sword intention, he has already crushed all the gods and demons in the sky. This person is already invincible for eternity and has been invincible for millions of years. Under such sword intention, he is nothing more than a trembling ant.
Invincible, if someone feels this kind of sword intention here at this moment, then they will truly understand what invincible swordsmanship is.
At this time, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, revealing his sword gleam.
There is no doubt that at this moment, he is also thinking about the battle that year. It was the most brilliant battle in his life. Even if he died in battle, he would have no regrets.