Arrogance!


    Wang rushen''s words did not pay attention to the Yuanying and laoguai in dachanzhou.


    The atmosphere solidified instantly.


    Xiao''s face became gloomy.


    Even the blood drinking Taoist is the same.


    Wei sobbed and said, "since he thinks we are not qualified, let''s join hands!"


    Other Yuanying old monsters have no opinion.


    Originally, they had their own ghosts, and Wang rushen united the Yuanying and laoguai with his arrogance.


    ……


    Boom——


    A terrible impact broke out on the top of the sword tomb. The rolling demonic gas and demonic gas turned into a dust storm, sweeping all directions. The picture is very spectacular, which is more terrible than the battle of the sword saint and the sword demon!


    Yi Xiaofeng in the riprap area is full of curiosity.


    I don''t know who is fighting with Wang rushen.


    You''d better fight to the death so that he can benefit from it.


    Han Yuan looked sad and said, "gods fight and mortals avoid. How can we grab the demon sword? Don''t rob now. I don''t think I can see what the demon sword looks like. "


    John Chen said with a smile, "it''s all right. The demon sword is not what we little friars can get."


    Snatching demon sword is not the main task of players, and most players don''t think they can be so lucky to snatch it successfully.


    But Yi Xiaofeng doesn''t think so.


    After all, Bai Hongxiao pointed out that he had to grab it.


    This is about the face of being an apprentice and the inheritance in the future.


    If he can''t get the demon sword, he wants to learn the world sword. It''s estimated that it will be delayed.


    The roar continued.


    There are battles in all directions.


    At first glance, it is a chaotic war between various forces, and does not take the demon sword as the center.


    After a while.


    Yi Xiaofeng found a strange phenomenon.


    Many monks and monsters ran to the sword tomb mountain and drew their swords madly.


    Han Yuan also noticed that he was moved, turned his head and asked, "master, do we want to grab it, at least not in vain."


    Sword tomb mountain is full of swords. Nine times out of ten, they are refined by Jiujian Yao. Maybe there are good swords?


    Yi Xiaofeng shook his head and said, "don''t go. It must be a trap."


    Nine swords Yao loves swords as much as his life. How can he be willing to throw all his treasures out? It is definitely one of the traps.


    John Chen, who was not far away, said, "it''s you. It''s really cautious. We''re very similar. I''ve heard others introduce you to me before."


    This guy obviously has great interest in Yi Xiaofeng, otherwise he wouldn''t show up just now.


    Yi Xiaofeng smiled and said, "I''m flattered."


    There is no love for no reason, which forces us to have a plot.


    John Chen also wanted to say that Yi Xiaofeng suddenly pointed behind him.


    He turned his head and saw a large number of monks rushing from the end of the horizon, like a sea of people, swept by the waves.


    All the monks from Dagan Prefecture and Zhongyuan Prefecture came.


    Although they are not in full force, the sum of all sects is enough to form an army.


    "Strange, how do these sects act together?" Han Yuan asked in surprise.


    Yi Xiaofeng looked back at the top of Jianmu mountain. He guessed: "Wang rushen is the first in the world. It is estimated that he has encountered a siege, but the battle has not been decided yet. Those Yuanying old monsters ordered them to unite their disciples."


    It is not difficult for Yuanying old monster to pass orders in battle.


    Boom——


    The roar came again from the sword tomb mountain. Yi Xiaofeng saw a strong light burst out and quickly swept over.


    Yi Xiaofeng''s pupils narrowed and subconsciously wanted to bow his head, but as soon as he moved, the strong light hit him.


    Quiet!


    The noise around suddenly stopped, and everything in front of Yi Xiaofeng changed.


    He was stunned to find himself on the sea of clouds.


    Looking up, there is an unseen blue sky.


    Looking down, his feet seemed to be the sea. When he moved his feet, he could ripple, but it made him feel like stepping on the ground.


    Yi Xiaofeng suddenly turned around.


    He saw a man.


    It is the nine sword Yao.


    Nine swords Yao half knelt in front of a sword.


    This sword emits blood light. It''s hard to tell its shape.


    Yi Xiaofeng''s heart beat faster.


    Has Jiu Jianyao selected him and opened the back door for him?


    Fuck!


    I really took the lead script!


    I used to feel brainless when I read such novels.


    Take it yourself. It smells good.


    Yi Xiaofeng held back his excitement and looked at jiujianyao, waiting for jiujianyao to speak.


    long time.


    Jiujianyao said, "you all want a demon sword, but there is only one demon sword. If you want a demon sword, you have to understand it. The sword also has spirit. Each sword has its own life and spirit."


    Wait?


    Yi Xiaofeng''s expression is wrong.


    What''s going on?


    Jiujianyao was obviously not talking to him, but to a group of people.


    Isn''t it not just him, but many people are also in his current state?


    "The demon sword that just opened the front naturally has to be inherited by future generations. The world should not always belong to that group of people. You are all under the age of 100. Only one person can become the master of the demon sword."


    "Of course, it is more likely that no one can be recognized by the demon sword!"


    Yi Xiaofeng was speechless.


    Sure enough!


    In this way, all players who arrive at Jianmu mountain will face this situation.


    Not only players, but also countless young monks are competing with them.


    "Come forward."


    Jiujianyao''s voice came.


    Yi Xiaofeng hesitated, holding the Millennium cold sword, slowly approached.


    Although Jiu Jianyao had made the situation clear, it could not be ruled out as a trap.


    After a while.


    Jiujianyao couldn''t help scolding: "smelly boy, hurry up! You''re the most tardy! "


    Yi Xiaofeng, who was ten feet away from jiujianyao, trembled with fear.


    Yi Xiaofeng scolded and could only walk forward quickly.


    He stopped in front of the demon sword and his eyes involuntarily fell on the demon sword.


    In the blood light, the shape of the demon sword was quite strange, much like the curved body of the Oriental Dragon.


    "Is this the demon sword?"


    Yi Xiaofeng''s heart beat faster.


    Jiujianyao asked, "I ask you, what do you see when you look at this sword?"


    Handsome!


    Yi Xiaofeng almost blurted out the word, but he suddenly woke up.


    Be careful!


    Every question may determine whether the demon sword belongs to him.


    Yi Xiaofeng squints and looks at the demon sword carefully.


    At this time, lines of words appeared in front of him:


    Demon sword (unnamed): this sword is the highest sword made by Jiu Jianyao due to the death of his beloved. It was made by countless people in extreme regret and anger and blood sacrifice of wronged souls. The blade is made of mysterious celestial stone with unlimited potential.


    ……


    Yi Xiaofeng picked his eyebrows and suddenly had an idea.


    He pretended to hesitate and sighed, "I see anger."


    When jiujianyao heard this, a strange light flashed in his eyes. He asked, "what anger?"


    This answer is different from most of the answers he heard.


    Most of the other monks and monsters are praising the demon sword.


    Yi Xiaofeng''s eyes were complex and said with emotion: "many people are angry, but there is the strongest anger, the anger bred by love."


    Jiujianyao frowned.


    Yi Xiaofeng burst into his eyes and sent out a sad mood all over his body.