Xuanhuan: So I am the ancestor of all weapons

"You really are a coward!"

The enemy retreats and I advance.

Seeing Ye Fan's eyes recede, Jianqu's aura grew even higher.

The sword box behind him seemed to feel the master's mood, trembling unceasingly, and the sword groaned continuously.

"Sword come!"

The deep voice is simple and simple, the long sword is like snow, flying out of the sword box like a dragon swimming out of water.

——It was the long sword that was forged during the duel with Ouyang Lian that day.

The long sword has no name, but it follows his will, wherever he looks, the sword's edge is like lightning!

Ye Fan didn't open his eyes.

He didn't dare to open his eyes to see everything about the existence of the sword.

The memory of the previous life is constantly being unsealed, and Ye Ming's consciousness may go berserk at any time.

"You're looking for death!" Seeing that Ye Fan didn't dodge or dodge, he didn't even open his eyes, Jian Qu felt angry from his heart.

"Brother Ye! Get out of here!" In the auditorium, Hong Die shouted at the top of his voice.

Although she was a little emotional before, when it was Ye Fan's turn to face off, she obediently came to watch the battle.

But I saw this thrilling scene directly!
"Who is this man? From the Water Dance Sect?"

"A face I've never seen before, but looking at his cowardly appearance, you can tell that he is a weak person."

"But a weak person, how can he pass all the way and rank among the top [-]?"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience. Ye Fan, the former sideline university, did not participate in the competition, and his spiritual power has also transformed. In the eyes of everyone, he is just a mortal without spiritual power.

However, no matter how obscure the weak are, they are not ignored.

A viewer said: "I have seen his duels, and they all won with one move. I don't understand what he did."

"How can a mortal with no spiritual power win with one move?" Everyone was stunned.

But soon someone came to a conclusion: "He was lucky that day, and met the same weak person. Besides, before entering the top [-], he was pecking at each other."

"Makes sense!"

The sarcasm was endless, and Ye Fan heard it all, but he was not moved at all.

He has worked hard all the way to this point, and his heart has long been tempered.

These chaotic hearts could not leave a ripple in his heart.

The sword chanted like a dragon, the tremor of metal was mixed with the sound of piercing through the air, and it reached Ye Fan's face in an instant!

"Killing such a weak person really dirty my sword." Jian Qu's voice was cold.

……

However, the scene of Ye Fan's blood splattered on the spot, as everyone imagined, did not appear.

Jian Qu's indifferent eyes slowly opened wide.

Staring at Ye Fan in a daze, he raised his fingers tremblingly: "You, what did you do?"

Ye Fan still didn't open his eyes.

But without opening his eyes, he knew what happened.

He has experienced too much of this kind of thing.

"Are you kidding me? You're cutting it! What does it mean when the sword stops on someone's forehead?"

"I saw the last forging duel, you used a second-level spiritual weapon! Why can't you even cut your head?"

A female viewer's eyes sparkled: "It turns out that this ice-like man actually has a cold face and a kind heart. He doesn't kill the weak and unarmed. I didn't expect you to be such a gentle man, husband! I love you!"

The woman's voice drove a group of viewers: "So you are an honest gentleman with a cold face and a kind heart? Sorry, we were reckless."

"Since that's the case, please surrender to that trash with weak aura, don't waste our time!"

After some discussion, all the spearheads pointed at Ye Fan.

The stinky vegetables and eggs kept greeting the stage, but they were all blocked by the formation outside.

"You!..." Jian Qu hesitated to speak.

As the person involved, he certainly knows that the facts are definitely not what the audience sees.

He may indeed be an honest gentleman, and of course he will withdraw his sword when facing the old and weak, women and children.

But this by no means means that he will show mercy to a coward.

So this sword, he cut it with all his strength!
However, the sword that cut iron like mud walked in front of this man, but it was like a wild horse that had run loose, and was no longer under his control.

He pointed at the sword together, condensed endless sword intent, pointed fiercely at the man with closed eyes in front of him, trying to control the long sword to stab down!
Unexpectedly, the long sword kept trembling, and the resistance became more and more intense.

If it weren't for his manipulation of the sword being different from ordinary people, the Ruoxue long sword he personally forged would have turned back at this moment!

"What did this man do?" Jian Qu muttered, but he couldn't figure out why.

"What the hell is this blacksmith doing? Feelings are really a gentleman and a woman's benevolence?"

Jianglongzong was watching the battle seat, and the red owl rested his chin on one hand, pursing his lips in boredom.

The Bajing on the side remained calm, the light and shadow in his eyes changed, and the pupils began to shrink.

But until the end, he didn't say a word.

"Break it for me!" Jian Qu finally lost his patience and made a move with one hand, "Come with the sword!"

The pure black giant sword flew out!

Just like when facing Ouyang Lian, the pure black giant sword was as heavy as a mountain, smashing towards Ye Fan's face like a giant hammer.

However, the imaginary brainstorming picture did not show up.

Not even a heavy muffled sound came out.

The pure black giant sword, like Na Ruoxue's long sword, stopped in front of Ye Fan's forehead, motionless.

Still, that just doesn't seem to move!
But in fact, in Jianqu's perception, the two swords retreated crazily like a mouse seeing a cat.

If it weren't for his understanding of swords being different from ordinary people, and suppressing the two swords with all his strength, the two swords would have flown upside down.

"What did this man do?"

A drop of sweat flowed down his forehead, and Jianqu was already feeling strenuous.

Simultaneously suppressing the turning power of the two swords, he has already used sixty percent of the power!

"Hurry up! If he doesn't admit defeat, he will kill him. What kind of morals do he have with this kind of rascal?"

"Behead him! Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to oneself!"

"Cut him!"

The sound of shouting and killing was louder and louder.

Even the magistrate on one side said impatiently: "Mr. Jian, let's do it. Martial arts senior colonel is different from sideline senior colonel. There is no rule that life will not be hurt. Refusing to admit defeat is tantamount to making a conscious decision to die!"

Countless voices exploded in Jianqu's head.

There were more and more beads of sweat on his head.

Why doesn't he want to cut it off?
But he must be able to do it!
"Damn, fight!"

Finally, Jianqu seems to have made the final decision.

His sharp lips parted, and he spit out two words: "Sword!"

"Zheng!Zheng!Zheng!"

Three beams of sword light came out of the sword box together like horses.

Flicking across the air like a rainbow sword light, together with the black and white swords, they attacked Ye Fan and stabbed at the same point!
"That's it! Kill him!"

"Just this kind of rascal, he should have his brains shattered! He's dead without a whole body!"

"Brother Ye!" Even though Hongdie's cultivation is not as good as Jianqu's, she can certainly feel the terrifying power contained in such a massive attack!
She screamed desperately, hysterical.

But Ye Fan was still unmoved.

The sound of swords in his ears intensified, biting his heart like little snakes.

The consciousness of Ye Ming in the previous life was about to run loose under the bite of the little snake!