A sigh seemed to have transcended time and space, coming from the distant endless years.
The Great Territory Lord's pupils shrank suddenly, and he suddenly turned around, his eyes shining brightly, piercing the void, staring at the outside world Zhanjian Sect.
At this moment, the expressions of all the senior officials in Zhanjian Sect changed drastically. Immediately, they all showed respect, and they all bent down to salute, "Meet the Master."
"Kakakaka!!!"
There were cracking sounds one after another, as if the rope was being pulled abruptly.
The main line of the Zhanjian Sect is a tall mountain. Now, starting from the mountainside, a crack spreads to the ground.
"The saints of the Sword-Sword Sect really didn't fall?"
"Even if it doesn't die, I'm afraid it will soon. Otherwise, it would be impossible for it not to manifest for so many years!"
The Great Territory Lord turned his eyes, took a deep look at Ye Feng, and immediately laughed, "To be too old to die is to be a thief, Tianliang Sword Master, why do you keep living in secret?"
Dare you talk to a saint like this?
All the powerful people looked at the Great Territory Lord with expressions of seeing ghosts on their faces, in disbelief.
"Buzz!!!"
In the horrified eyes of everyone, the phantoms of the six saints suddenly merged into one, turning from virtual to real.
"saint?"
"Oh my God, this is a real saint, not an illusion."
Wearing a green gown, his face was blurred, shrouded in mysterious energy, and his voice was calm, "Tianliang, I really didn't expect that in order to survive, you actually integrated the body of a saint with this mountain range. Is there any point in living like this in an ignoble way?"
The lifespan of a saint is five hundred thousand years. This means that when a saint is in his best condition, if there is any hidden illness, his lifespan will be greatly reduced.
Tianliang Sword Master has lived for almost 550,000 years. During this period, he has taken countless great demons, but he still cannot withstand the knife of time.
But in order to live, Tianliang Sword Master gave up the body of a saint, fused it with the sixteen sword veins of the Sword Sword Sect, and transformed it into a formation spirit through the heaven-defying formation.
An old man wearing a simple gray swordsman's robe suddenly appeared in the sky above Zhanjian Sect, his eyes full of sadness, "I can't die, and I don't dare to die. If I die, what will happen to the little guys in Zhanjian Sect?
Situ Jinggong, I know what you want. But if you are not afraid of my desperate blow, you can do it!"
As he spoke, the old saint slowly straightened his waist, and his whole body seemed to turn into an unyielding long sword. The endless sword energy was vast and boundless, especially the sixteen sword veins, which vibrated more violently and shot out sixteen
A dazzling sword light.
"Infinite swords, one sword can measure the mountains, two swords can measure the mountains, three swords can measure the rivers, four swords can measure the earth, five swords can measure the sky..."
Situ Jinggong's voice was still so calm, "Back then, the infinite sixteen swords almost covered up the light of all the geniuses of that era, but now, how many swords can you cast?"
"One sword is enough!"
The sixteen sword rays seemed to have spirituality, spinning around the old saint.
"hehe!"
Sage Situ Jinggong smiled in a low voice, "I have heard about the Wuliang Sixteen Swords for a long time. Today, I will try it out to see how terrifying this sword technique is!"
"as you wish!"
The faces of senior officials such as Zhanjian Sect's main lineage and Shen He were full of anxiety. They didn't know what state the old saint was in, but they were certain that it was impossible for the old saint who was old and had lost his saint body to resist.
Situ Jinggong at his peak.
"Master, no!"
"Master, Zhanjian Sect cannot live without you."
"This junior generation is ashamed of the master. Although I am an ant, I would like to be a sword in the master's hand!"
A big star elder roared sadly, and his body instantly shattered, and his energy and energy gathered together and turned into a sword.
"No!"
The old saint's face changed slightly, and the sixteen sword lights behind him suddenly separated and disappeared into the whistling sword that was condensed with energy and spirit.
"Don't mess around!"
Chen He clenched his fists tightly, and the old saint was weak. Now, in order to save the elder, he gave up one of his natal swords.
"why why?"
The elder who was revived by the old sage's Benming Sword Yuan had his face full of grief and self-blame, "Master, why did you save me? I don't regret it!!!"
A kind smile appeared on the old saint's face, "It is my responsibility to take care of you little guys, and I have no regrets!"
Ye Feng blinked. Everything happened so fast that he had no time to react.
Hao Qianting clenched his fists and looked at Lao Ni and another Supreme Elder, "Fight!"
"war!"
"Master, take the sword!!!"
Lao Ni held the sword box and shot towards the old saint.
Situ Jinggong didn't stop him either.
A saint has the pride of a saint. Faced with the soul of a saint who lost his body and became an array spirit, what should he fear?
With a solemn smile on his lips, the Great Territory Lord glanced at Ye Feng without saying a word.
Standing in the distance, Dugu Feng felt that his blood was boiling. He did not expect that things would happen thousands of times more smoothly than he imagined.
"The Sword Fighting Sect is really asking for its own destruction, actually provoking a saint." Dugu Feng took a deep breath, and quickly secretly released a signal to prepare the Haoyang Qixuan Sect in the ninth star region to take over the Sword Fighting Sect.
"Um?"
Suddenly, the eyes of everyone present were attracted by the figure that suddenly appeared next to the old saint.
"Maple Leaf, what are you doing?"
"Master, this is our Sword Fighting Sect's most talented disciple, Maple Leaf!" Hao Qianting quickly introduced.
The old sage took a deep look at Ye Feng, his eyes shining with wisdom.
"Disciple Ye Feng, pay homage to the ancestor."
Ye Feng?
Why does Maple Leaf call itself Ye Feng?
"Good boy!" A happy smile appeared on the old saint's face. He had already seen through Ye Feng's identity. Now that Ye Feng has revealed his identity in public, the meaning is self-evident.
The old saint reached out and patted Ye Feng's shoulder, hooked his finger, and the saint's sword suddenly sank into Ye Feng's eyebrows.
Ye Feng's expression changed slightly, and he could clearly feel that an extremely terrifying sword intent appeared in the center of nine pieces of thought crystal ice.
"This sword is the sword of the first ancestor of our sword-fighting sect. Now I leave it to you. As long as this sword is here, the inheritance will not be broken."
Hao Qianting opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but fell silent in the end.
The old saint raised his head slightly, "Let's fight!"
High in the sky, Situ Jinggong shook his head and immediately said, "Come on, I hope your only sword can attract my attention!"
"boom!"
"etc!!!"
The moment the old saint stepped out with his right foot, Ye Feng suddenly spoke out.
The energy that the old saint had finally gathered was almost thrown into chaos by Ye Feng's voice.
"Child, do you want it?" A look of doubt appeared on the old saint's face, looking at Ye Feng with a bright smile on his face.
"Master, now I am increasingly reluctant to leave the Sword Sword Sect."
"Well!"
The old sage gave a bitter smile, but he didn't expect Ye Feng to stop him and just say this.
Ye Feng raised his head and looked at Situ Jinggong, who was standing in the sky and suppressing an area like a god-king. He grinned and said, "Who told you that our sword-fighting sect only has one saint, the master?"
