Under the Tianjing, a figure sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, his expression relaxed, and his face was as gentle as jade. If it weren't motionless and there was no breath of life, it would be no different from a living person.

Lofu God!

Who can die under the Tianjing and have not rotten physically for so many years? Apart from the strong man of that level, who can do it?

"Lofu God, haha... God of the thirty-three days also wants to come to Jian Tomb, die well, die well!"

The man laughed out loud, his words full of disdain for Lofu God.

After a moment, the laughter stopped. The man looked at Tianjing behind Luofu God, and his eyes were bright and said to himself: "Tianjing, this is the ancient divine weapon!

Instead of covering the dust in this sword tomb, it is better to go out with me!"

After saying that, the man grabbed Xiang Tianjing with one hand. When his hand touched the hilt, a terrifying sword energy burst out from the Tianjing.

Flesh and blood fly!

The man immediately pulled back and looked down, sword marks had appeared on the palm of the sword, each of which was deep enough to see the bones, and blood stained the entire palm red.

"I dare to hurt me even if I die!"

The man was furious, his eyes filled with resentment. He carefully took out a dark iron box from his arms and said sneered: "I really thought it was an ancient divine weapon, and there was nothing that could control you!"

Before the dark iron box was opened, Tianjing seemed to feel something. The sword energy burst out and suddenly restrained a lot.

The man was about to turn on the dark iron-black, but stopped moving and looked at the other side with a serious expression.

There, a one-armed old man appeared.

If Fang Xiu was here, he would find that this man was the remnant of the cult who had been encircled in Liucheng before.

"Thirteen, you are really in a state of dispersion!"

The man said sinisterly.

Thirteen, the one-armed old man, said, "Fifteen, it's still time to go back with me now. The sword tomb cannot be moved lightly. If you return the inheritance, the sect will naturally fall lightly!"

When the fifteenth heard this, he immediately said furiously: "Why should I go back? I am just like a rat crossing the street. I have had enough of it. I will not return the inheritance.

I will do what you dare not do. When I obtain the inheritance, who dares to regard our Sword Sect as a cult?

If anyone refuses to accept it, kill him and he will flow into blood!"

"Fifteen, you are deviled!"

Seeing the stern voice of the fifteen, Fifteen sighed and said.

"Into the devil?"

Shiwu sneered and said, "So what if you are a demon? The Sword Sect fell to its current level at the hands of you, and it was your tolerance and retreat that gave the righteous and demon two opportunities.

I don’t blame you for not having the courage to do it, but why do you still have to occupy the inheritance!

Now that the inheritance is in my hands, you have no chance to retake it.

Moreover, the sword tomb has been opened, and the inheritance here will definitely appear. Anyone who stops me will be an enemy.

Thirteen, I don’t want to fight you, don’t force me!”

"Fifteenth, you are forcing me!"

After the thirteenth chapter, the remaining right arm sleeve floated, and dozens of sword energy came out of the body, each of which was as thick as an arm, bombarding the fifteenth before Tianjing.

Thirteenth one took action, and Thirteen had expected it. There was a cold smile on his face, and several sword energy bombarded out.

boom!

The sword energy met in two groups, and a strong wind blew up between the two, and the sword energy that evaporated did not dissipate for a long time.

Thirteen had one-armed void captured, and he held a long sword stuck on the ground in the distance.

With the long sword in hand, Thirteen's momentum changed completely.

Swish, the Thirteenth long sword shook lightly, and the sword aura suddenly appeared like flowing light. The body that stayed in place also appeared on the left side of the fifteenth instantly. The sword aura broke through the air when it flirted with the long sword.

bite!

A long sword blocked Thirteen's attack, and Thirteen had already captured a sword in his hand.

Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!

The two of them had a volatile shape and were moving continuously. As the sword swung, the sword energy rose up and the stirring was shaking.

Thirteen at this moment is completely different from when Fang Xiushou saw it before.

At that time, Thirteen was almost unable to escape under the siege of several second-rate warriors.

Now, a completely different strength was revealed. When the sword energy burst out, each sword energy was not weaker than a blow from the innate extreme realm, cutting through the void and destroying everything.

After a period of cultivation, Thirteen obviously returned to his heyday.

Even if he holds the sword with one arm, he is not weaker than fifteen.

"Fifteen, don't struggle. I still have room for maneuver when I hand over the inheritance and go back to receive the punishment. Otherwise, things would not be that simple!"

As he spoke, the Thirteen long swords turned sharply, and sword circles spread out like ripples, covering many sword energy and firmly sealing them in one place.

Fifteen retreated continuously, and the true energy lingers on the sword body. The sword light that is solid like a substance is sucked out, and the sharp sword light slashes out, and the sword circles are destroyed invisibly.

"It's a dead end to you when you go back. Since you don't miss your old love, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Fifteen looked cold and fierce, and the sword in his hand suddenly exploded, and his true energy wrapped around countless pieces, like raining flowers in the sky.

Thirteen expressions remained unchanged, the long sword was like a phantom meteor, layer by layer of phantom, like a sword, a hundred swords, and thousands of swords. The sword momentum burst out with a bang, and the momentum was as noisy as a dragon!

The fragments wrapped by the true energy were cut down one by one, and the sword shadows were stacked continuously, covering Thirteen in the sword shadows.

The two of them fought fiercely, and the sharp sword energy continued to scatter. The sword force and sword intent soared into the sky, and the sky above the shaking sword tomb seemed to roar like thunder.

Luo Haochen paused and looked into the sky behind him.

There, the sword intent soared into the sky!

Fang Xiu also felt it was the sensation between the masters of kendo.

Luo Haochen said: "It seems that there are many swordsman masters coming in this time. Those who can use this sword intent will not be underestimated.

But there is something wrong now, otherwise I would like to compete with them!"

"What's the reason why seniors come in for the inheritance of the Sword Sect?"

Fang Xiu withdrew his gaze and looked at Luo Haochen and asked.

"Not for inheritance, it's for others!"

Luo Haochen avoided talking and said, "Where is the inheritance of the Sword Sect, you still need to explore it yourself. The place I want to go is different from yours, so let's distinguish it!

If you meet again in the future, I hope you have reached the innate world!"

"Thank you for the good words of senior, I will remember the kindness of my help from senior, and if I can see you again in the future, I will definitely be rewarded!"

"Let's talk about it!"

Luo Haochen waved his hand, and after a few steps, he disappeared in front of Fang Xiu's eyes.

Fang Xiu stopped in place, stared at the direction where Luo Haochen left, and finally followed the direction that attracted Bingpo.

Luo Haochen, the seventh son of the Huashan School of Pure Yang, Fang Xiu remembered this name.

If he could see him again in the future, he might not have been able to say that he had really entered the innate world.
Chapter completed!