brush!

The ghost energy in the sky was like a retreating tide, turning into a whip and vine, and all retracted back to the body.

The white hair faded to black, the nine tails retracted to the waist, and the three blood patterns on the forehead disappeared.

The ghost beast turned into a arrogant and arrogant master. When the sword sounded, he was like a sharp sword returning to the sheath, returning to the simple Xu Xiaoshou.

At this moment, many ancient sword cultivators around Yujing City all looked shaking.

Here comes...

Ye Xiaotian followed with his breath and concentrated his mind, comparing Xu Xiaoshou, who was in this form of returning to nature, with the sword immortals around him, especially Mei Si people, the feelings were consistent:

It's indeed here...

The outgoing slutty spirit retreated, and the indifferent form of the ancient sword cultivator came out!

"Buzz--"

The Emperor Sword Duzun, one of the five major artifacts of Chaos, had a shocking sword intent when he contacted the third-grade spiritual sword.

The sword intent almost condensed into substance, intertwined and mixed, as if it was evenly matched.

However, after a few breaths, he turned into a golden surging sword energy in a one-sided manner, pushing across Yujing City and rushing to all directions.

"Yeah..."

Zangju was shocked, fell into the palm of his master, and complained in grievance.

This scene was recorded intoxicated by the wind holding the mission mirror and passed down to the five realms of the mainland.

In the first encounter, he lost his strength, which undoubtedly caused a large number of doubts:

"Hidden bitterness? This looks like an ordinary spiritual sword...Fourth grade?Third grade?It is of course very expensive, but is it worthy of the noble status of Sue Master?"

"Where are Xu Xiaoshou's four swords? Where is the Yan Python? The Emperor Sword Du Zun's ordinary spiritual sword will be broken if it is beaten. Are you playing with this broken sword?"

"It's definitely not the case. I heard that the master killed Rao Jiansheng is to hide suffering. Hiding suffering is not something in the pond. It turns into a snake when it encounters wind and clouds!"

"Puff! What a snake, but I remember he used four swords at that time?"

"Fart! As I saw with my own eyes, he used the Yan Python, Yan Jian Yan Python, and combined with Jin Zhao Baiyan, this is Master Su's exclusive sword!"

"Don't argue, you can't say that I want to raise a sword. Don't you see Qingju being nurtured in this way?"

"It's funny! You have the appearance of a green house when you think of a broken sword, and you have the style of an eighth sword immortal when you think of anyone?"

"Hidden suffering? I will first boldly predict a wave - the broken sword hidden suffering!"

Before the war began, Xu Xiaoshou saw in a vague way of heaven and earth, and there were wisps of "qi" like silk and fog coming from the top and bottom.

These qi finally floated into the body of the Zangku Sword, making it more depressed and its fighting spirit became more slack.

It's not as proud as before.

After being touched by the Emperor's Sword, the God of Hideaki became tired.

"name……"

The perception swept to all directions, and no one was moved.

Only tears seemed to be visible, stretching out your fingers to touch something in front of you.

Xu Xiaoshou immediately understood.

This is the "name" that can nourish all things that can only be seen by those who have practiced the sword observation technique and practiced the "sword thought"!

However, the name of success and fame can achieve the eight masters and achieve the Qingju, etc.; the name of decadent doubt can only play a counterproductive role and cannot bring any nourishment to the suffering?

"No."

Xu Xiaoshou stopped in the air, thinking about something.

This comes from the five realms and can almost form a large number of "famous" that can be formed. If you suffer a defeat in the end, you may be in a slump again.

But if you win!

All doubts become false.

And after the great fortune comes, this will also become the basis for leaping into the dragon gate and achieving success.

"I am the same in the dark past that I have never achieved. This is why you have the origin of your name of "hiding suffering."

"What's more, you are just a mere third-grade spiritual sword?"

"Are they wrong about you?"

A silver sword thought lit up in Xu Xiaoshou's eyes, and he murmured at himself, and gently stroked the body of the Zangku sword.

The black sword buzzed and trembled, and soon let out a comfortable moan, forgetting all external doubts in the blink of an eye.

war!

"Yeah—"

The sword was restarted and stretched straight.

The sword thoughts swallowed and spit between the sword holder and the sword, and continued to grow and shone with a devouring luster.

Beibei's eyes were withdrawn from the black sword, but he did not take action as soon as possible, but advised:

"You only have one chance. Now if you exchange it for four swords, it will not break... It is not what you raise the sword like."

Xu Xiaoshou raised his eyes and smiled at Cen Cen, "That's how I came here."

"Okay! Don't regret it if you dare!" Beibei shouted sweetly, and the Emperor Sword Du Zun suddenly burst out with a dazzling golden light.

She knew Xu Xiaoshou's swordsmanship and never dared to be arrogant.

Since warnings are useless, giving all your strength is the best respect for your opponent!

"Ten Thousand Swords..."

As soon as the palms were opened, the Emperor's Sword in the palm trembled wildly, slowly rising, and the momentum was advancing layer by layer.

The sword force is condensed as soon as possible, and the battle is opened as soon as possible!

The people in Yujing City felt that they were still immersed in Shou's verbal swordsmanship for a moment. In a blink of an eye, all the spiritual swords in the entire city flew up.

“Buzz buzz…”

Ten thousand swords return to the sect.

This is the real worship of thousands of swords.

It is not the Void Sword Condensation Technique, but the tens of thousands of swords in the real Yujing City!

"The first realm, absolute imperial system?"

Xu Xiaoshou held on to the pain of being traction, and looked at him sideways, but did not take action to stop him immediately.

As a high-level psychological person, he indulged in Beibei because he was sure that the other party could not beat him.

As a low-level person at the level of ten thousand swordsmanship, if he wants to steal from Beibei, he also needs to release her swordsmanship intact.

"Kandao Pan."

Without hesitation, Xu Xiaoshou stepped on the sword-divine plate and entered the state of unity between man and nature.

When I look at it this way, the swords of Beibei seem to be different.

"It's not just the sword technique?"

When the Emperor Sword Du Zun crossed the top of Beibei's head, the precious imperial aura touched all the spiritual swords around Yujing City.

It is not only Xu Xiaoshou's influence.

Almost at the same time, the major ancient sword cultivators also lowered their eyes and held the carry-on sword that was suddenly unsheathed and almost pulled away.

"Take the magical staff, Taicheng sword, Tingchen, Hu, Plum Rain, Xiujiao..." The wind was drunk as many as his friends, and swept the swords of various ancient sword cultivators one by one with a missionary mirror, and said excitedly:

"You may not know what these swords mean. I tell you, everyone has the shape of a famous sword!"

"Even Mr. Gu's Mei Ziyu and Yang's Xijiao are not famous all over the world now. You will know when the Seven Sword Immortals are awarded the list."

"And now, all these famous or unnamed swords were almost pulled over by the North Sword Immortal. What does it mean?"

"The first realm of Ten Thousand Swordsmanship, absolutely imperial system?"

"No! More than that!"

Drunk in the wind, he asked and answered, "Most of the people in my Feng family practiced the Ten Thousand Swordsmanship, and there was absolutely no effect. This is the influence of the Emperor's Swordsman!"

Feng Tingchen glanced over with a muffled face.

The wind was drunk and passion suddenly became stagnant. He hurriedly turned the mirror and checked and balanced, "My master, did I say it wrong?"

Feng Tingchen's face suddenly thought he looked much better, but in fact he was even more ugly.

"That's right." Mei Siren turned his head and looked, "You really know a lot."

I was drunk in the wind and was very happy. I was so inspired and continued:

"The Emperor's Sword is the most suitable sword for the Ten Thousand Swordsmanship."
To be continued...