At this moment, the sword-testing platform of the Sword Pavilion was already buzzing with people under the old man's words. Some of the young disciples were shocked, some were confused, and some thought it was nonsense.

When did this sword pavilion have a heart sect? It is said that the sword master is the 30th generation master. Just now they clearly heard the sword master calling the old man who committed the crime, junior brother, that is to say...

Everyone looked at the seniors and the great monks of the Qing generation at their respective peaks. The injured and exhausted elders were already pale, but now their faces were even whiter and redder, with a look of embarrassment. What happened here was extremely disgraceful.

, was covered up. No news leaked to the outside world, and those who witnessed it would definitely not mention it to future generations.

But no one thought that the suffering master who had survived that year would come knocking on the door. But after thinking about it for a moment, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

The old and the young will stay in Jiange forever, just like they did back then.

Li Ziran, who is casual, out-of-the-box, and arrogant, is standing behind the old man at the moment, bending slightly and conscientiously neatly arranging the old man's silver hair.

"Does it have to be like this?"

"Um"

"No choice?"

"No"

....

The old man stood up tall, his black robe no longer looked out of place, but rather complemented the crown, giving him an air of immortality.

"Of course, have you ever seen a poor man draw a sword?" At the same time as he spoke, he grabbed the hilt of the black sword, and saw a green light all over his body. The magic weapon that had just smashed Qingqu with one blow actually shattered, revealing its true face.

, a three-foot-three-inch long sword with shining silver light! The sword is still engraved with aqua-blue runes.

"Never" Except when he threw the black sword just now, Li Ziran had never seen his master throw out a sword.

"Hahaha, my disciple, this sword is called Xi Chao. It is three feet, three inches and three thirds, and it is fighting for the sky. You should take good care of it!"

Old Taoist, no, Zhang Wendao seemed to have broken free of his shackles at this moment, smiling and striding forward towards the sword master. His pale beard and hair gradually turned black, and his face turned into a rich and handsome middle-aged man.

Xiang Tai'a was still smiling, showing his white teeth.

Suddenly, people in the arena felt a heat wave, and then the temperature continued to rise, gradually becoming boiling hot. The practitioners in the arena had difficulty breathing, and they all retreated outside the sword testing platform to feel better.

At this moment, the sword master seemed to be bathed in flames, and his whole person was no longer as kind as before.

He slowly pulled out the strange long sword. It was five feet long, slightly curved, and only two fingers wide. The fire flowed throughout the body, bringing out a burst of violence, as if it was about to destroy the world, sweeping in all directions to the west.

And go.

The people around them retreated further. At the same time, they were horrified to find that everyone's swords had melted! They just turned into nothingness! Even the sword pills in the Dantian had a tendency to collapse.

Li Ziran, who had retreated a hundred feet away, also saw this scene. He finally understood why the old man said that the sword master's swordsmanship was domineering. Such power was unparalleled in the world!

Xiang Tai'a's voice is still gentle:

"My sword pavilion is the way of swordsmanship. Those who are the masters of Xuanmen will be subject to the rule of heaven."

His sword finger stroked the long and narrow sword body, his eyes full of tenderness, as if he was murmuring to himself: "This sword is called low eyebrow. There is no Taoist bone in Cui Zhe's tomb. Ten thousand swords will meet me with low eyebrow!"

That's right, in his opinion, the swords of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion that melted before they were unsheathed are not withered bones in the tomb, so what are they?

His voice was no longer gentle and gentle, but gradually became sharp. His eyes were wide open on his face, as if he were crazy. He was also walking towards Zhang Wendao.

The two of them were still tens of feet apart, but their momentum had already collided with each other.

There was a burst of flying sand and rocks in the sword-testing platform, and the buzzing sound of the air being torn apart. As the two got closer and closer, the depressing and destructive sense of oppression became stronger and more terrifying. The feet were extremely solid,

There were dense sword marks on the sword-testing platform that had not been damaged for thousands of years.

There was no more than ten feet between them. They stood still at the same time, their eyes facing each other, as if their eyes were about to spark a burst of fire.

Cave Void Realm, insight into Taixu. Li Ziziran traveled around the world with his master, experienced countless battles, and worshiped hundreds of sects, but this Cave Void Realm has only been seen in descriptions in books.

Such power, such magical power! There is no fear in his heart. On the contrary, there is just a surge of heart. This is the capital of Xiaoyao Tiandi, this is the support of Zongheng Taixu! I can see it today, Dongxu is not for me.

Far!

Just when everyone was shocked by the horror of the Cave Void Realm, Xiang Tai'a slowly raised his eyebrows and whispered in his mouth: "Shoot."

I saw that the sword body turned into a rainbow light and shot forward without looking like an entity. The sword body stretched continuously and pointed directly at the center of Zhang Wendao's eyebrows, arriving in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Wendao was not in a hurry, and stabbed the tip of Xichao sword forward in his hand. Hearing a "clang" sound, it hit the rainbow light formed by his low eyebrows exactly.

The sword move was blocked, and the rainbow light gradually began to tremble under the dance of the sword master, and turned into a long red whip, dancing all over the sky, attacking Zhang Wendao from all directions.

Each blow of this seemingly endless whip shadow contains powerful power. If an ordinary monk encounters it, it will be met with death.

At this time, only the tinkling and tinkling noises could be heard within the rainbow light. Xiang Tai'a's surging profound energy continued to be injected into the long whip, and the speed of swinging became faster and faster. The onlookers could only see a wave of phantoms.

The trajectory of the whip cannot be caught.

"Junior brother, are you satisfied with my Shura blood shadow?" The expression on Xiang Tai'a's face was ferocious and crazy, and his voice was slightly sharp in the gentleness he tried to maintain.

"Haha, Master has long guessed that this technique and this demon sword will only turn you into a madman in the end. Now it seems that it is indeed the case."

Zhang Wendao's calm voice came out from the rainbow light. Immediately afterwards, everyone saw a flash of blue light, and then with a bang, they saw the shadow of the whip dissipate. The old Taoist stood on the spot with a long sword in his hand, his clothes still intact. His low eyebrows turned into

The whip was knocked off and flew away.

The long sword returned to its original appearance, glowing with fierce flames in Xiang Tai'a's hand.

"Junior brother, junior brother, the person who was shattered by the Eternal Life Platform can actually maintain such fighting power when he is about to die. Is it really surprising?"

This is the second time Li Ziran heard this today. Of these two people, one will not lie to himself, and the other does not need to lie to himself.

At this time, Li Ziran's mind was constantly rumbling with everything he knew, trying to find some clues. What happened in the past? Why couldn't he even restrain the crown? Why was he secretive to his master? Why couldn't he mention it to others? This sword pavilion, and

What is the purpose of breaking Master's Bridge of Immortality?

No matter how many doubts he had in his mind, now was obviously not the time to think about it. He stared at the two people on the stage. The situation was still unclear. He didn't know if the old man was as reliable as before.

Zhang Wendao didn't care about these words. It seemed that it was someone else who was going to die, not himself. He picked up the sword technique and pointed towards the sword master through the void.

"You've finished your move, let Pindao warm up your body and bones. Go!"

As soon as he said the words, the morning and evening sword disappeared from the place like a fleeting shadow, and reappeared on top of Xiang Tai'a's head.

"What a fast sword!" Everyone in the venue couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. It was different from the speed of the sword master's whip just now. It was so fast at such a distance and different from moving in a small range. I asked myself that no one could do it.

.

Xiang Tai'a knew this junior brother very well. He seemed to have been prepared for it. He casually blocked this extremely swift sword.

The sword techniques in Zhang Wendao's hand kept changing, and afterimages appeared on his fingers. The aqua blue sword on the opposite side flew up and down, stabbing left and right at the sword master. Every blow erupted with fierce sword light. But Xiang Tai'a was able to be precise.

He blocked every swift and fierce attack, and the sound of impact was heard for a while, but it did not hurt him at all.

After being in a stalemate like this for several breaths, the sword master frowned slightly, showing a bit of impatience. He had never been a good-tempered person, especially after pulling out his low eyebrow.

"If you just tempt me like this and consume my time, then I will inevitably have to teach you a lesson for your master."

"I have lived so old and pretended to be a young man. I don't even bother to scold you. I didn't expect that you, a bully and an ancestor, would have the nerve to mention my master. Haha, your skills haven't improved, but your face and mouth have.

He has cultivated to the advanced stage. At that time, your master was taught a lesson by you instead of your master, so the lesson was gone, right?"

The middle-aged handsome guy happily took back the flying sword, and slapped his mouth repeatedly. Li Ziran was confused. When he finally understood the taste inside, he had a big mouth. The one opposite

The old monster who pretends to be young seems to have done this a lot in the past.

Also, isn’t this my way of speaking?
Chapter completed!