Falling on the sword's edge, thousands of swords roared in unison, all showing their surrender!
Such a scene has never happened since Wanjianmen was founded.
Outside Luo Jian Feng, everyone who was paying attention was shocked speechless, and they were all dumbfounded.
After the initial shock, everyone came to their senses as if a pot had exploded.
"how so?"
"What happened in Luo Jian Feng? Why are so many flying swords acting abnormally?"
"Quick! Send a message to the ancestors of the Nascent Soul Realm inside the door."
"Don't panic! There is a Sword Master sitting in Luo Jian Feng. Such a big movement must have alerted him!"
"..."
I saw silhouettes flying out of the sky one after another.
Whether it was the elders, deacons or some disciples, they all came towards Luo Jianfeng.
The great elder left Tianluo Peak, and Cao Li, Zong Lin and other elders also left their palaces on the mountain peak.
Fall into the edge of the sword.
Ye Pingbo looked at the shocking scene in front of him, feeling extremely shocked and angry.
But before he had any idea, the Jinglong Sword in his hand vibrated violently, the sword energy shot out, and it actually broke free from Ye Pingbo's hand.
The Shocking Dragon Sword turned into a sword light, and like other magical flying swords, it flew into the void again and made a buzzing sword cry towards Su Yun.
When Ye Pingbo saw this scene, his face suddenly turned extremely pale, and he almost vomited blood in anger.
He had just received the Shocking Dragon Sword. Although the spirituality of the Shocking Dragon Sword had previously recognized him, he had not yet had time to sacrifice it with blood, let alone leave his own imprint on the Shocking Dragon Sword. Strictly speaking,
Come on, the Jinglong Sword still has no owner.
At this moment, the spirituality of Jinglongjian suddenly abandoned him, and he had no choice at all.
"Asshole! Damn it!"
Ye Pingbo cursed loudly in his heart, wishing he could rush forward immediately and forcefully collect the flying sword.
Fortunately, he still retained some sense and restrained the impulse in his heart.
"Pingbo, exit first!" At this time, the great elder's voice came over.
Ye Pingbo turned around and saw that his grandfather had also arrived outside Luo Jianfeng, and there were also elders, deacons, and a large number of disciples from the Hezhong lineage gathered beside him.
Not only that, even Tiansha and some masters from the Changhe line were alerted and came here.
"Grandpa, my Jinglong Sword..." Ye Pingbo said angrily.
The great elder waved his hand and interrupted: "I have already seen it. Let's talk about your matter later."
The great elder's attention was focused on the figure inside the falling sword that caused the roar of thousands of swords. His expression was so solemn that he had no time to pay attention to such a trivial matter as Ye Pingbo.
The same goes for other people around him, who have no intention of paying attention to Ye Pingbo.
Ye Pingbo had no choice but to shut up reluctantly.
"Cao Li, what do you think about this matter?" The great elder suddenly looked at Cao Li, who was not far away.