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Chapter 364 Sword God
In front of the thatched hut among the starry sky palaces in the depths, the old man who was always writing with a pen disappeared in an instant.

This is by no means a manifestation of extreme speed, no matter how fast the ordinary body is, there is a way to find his trace, but this old man completely disappeared in this starry sky, and then it is hard to find.

This is exactly the ability to teleport the void in the rumors, and only those who are unquestionably ordinary immortals have the ability to cross the tribulation period.

These old monsters who have been silent for a long time in the cultivation base of the Transcendence Tribulation Period, have developed a tyrannical movement technique over time by relying on their own understanding of the way of heaven. Although the base camp of the Cultivation Alliance is far away from Baidi City, But to the old man in white, it was just a trivial matter in five breaths.

Perhaps this is the instant arrival in the rumors, but at this moment the words of the Holy Master have just come out.

An extremely crisp and melodious sword cry came from the entire Baidi City. At this time, the holy master's face still showed a little killing intent and monster aura, but his aura was perfectly interrupted by the sword cry. .

The Holy Master's complexion obviously changed, and he naturally knew clearly what the familiar sound of the sword represented.

It's just that he didn't expect that after so many years, his old opponent's perception of the world would be so unpredictable.

Along with the crisp sword cry came the incomparably tyrannical coercion. At this time, Baidi, Zhao Shanhe, and Venerable Poison, who hadn't shown his face for a long time, could not help but feel this almost like a The coercion that weighed on their hearts like a mountain.

It's just that this suffocating situation lasted no more than five breaths, and then all of them disappeared.

And the person who took action to defuse this tyrannical coercion turned out to be the Holy Lord of the Monster Race, and Baidi, who was aware of this, also looked at the Holy Lord of the Monster Race.

An intriguing smile flashed across the latter's face, which made Bai Di's heart sink.

Because he couldn't be more familiar with this smile, it was the victorious smile that would appear on the hunter's face after seeing the prey in the urn.

Swish!
An old man in white clothes holding a sword appeared in front of everyone in an instant, but his eyes were covered by a black cloth, which made Zhao Shanhe a little surprised, this man was actually blind?
Seeing that Baidi's face was extremely ugly, he naturally didn't feel sorry for those formations that would be dropped by the old man in white.

But I was shocked by the identity of this old man
Blindfolded with a black cloth, a three-foot dead wooden sword, and this unpredictable and tyrannical body technique.

Everything seems to indicate the identity of the old man
Everyone in the world knows the existence of the Three Palaces and Nine Palaces in the Cultivation Alliance, but they don't know that there are several terrifying existences on this one that can shake the entire world and nine states.

The old man with a black cloth blindfolded in front of him is one, and no one seems to remember his name.

But at this time, the Holy Lord on the side said it as easily and freely as if a close friend reunited.

“It’s been a long time”

"Withered Wood Sword, Yuan Tianfeng"

what! !

This time, Zhao Shanhe, who was called to hear the words, couldn't believe that the identity of the blind old man in front of him turned out to be the rumored sword god Yuan Tianfeng.

At the beginning, the sword Yuan Tianfeng, who was able to kill all the monster races in the world with only a single rotten wood, has been written down in countless books and spread widely.

But no one thought that after he disappeared, he went to the Cultivation Alliance.

In the cultivation alliance, he became a strange old man who only knows how to write every day, and the aura that originally belonged to the sword god also disappeared.

With the passage of time, many people have forgotten the legend of the Sword God.

But whether he is a sword god or not depends entirely on whether the rotten wood sword is held in his hand.

But at this moment, ignoring the shock of the people around him, Yuan Tianfeng had a sneer on his face.

"I didn't expect that after all these years, you still found a way to break through the seal."

"Feng Shui turns around, no one will be trapped in that place for a lifetime, I have to come out to get some air, otherwise those old monsters in your cultivation alliance would have forgotten me long ago."

The Holy Master looked at the black cloth covering Yuan Tianfeng's eyes at this time, and there was a look of reminiscence and regret flashing in his eyes.

"I didn't expect that after so many years, the sword god who killed everyone in the world is now a blind old man. These years and time are indeed unforgiving."

"Hmph, although the eyes are blind, the heart is more pure. This is naturally different from monster races like yours."

"Well said, just from your words, I know that the rotten wood sword in your hand will definitely be sharper than it was many years ago."

"Hmph, as you wish!"

"Get the two of you out of here quickly, be careful that I will take you and the others with me."

Yuan Tianfeng's words made Baidi and Zhao Shanhe stay away from here in a hurry, for fear of being affected by the fish in the pond.

And when Yuan Tianfeng saw this, he also set up a formation with one hand, enveloping him and the Holy Master.

The Holy Master turned his head and couldn't help looking around, and said immediately.

"You really haven't changed, you are still as troubled as you were many years ago."

It's just that the words of the Holy Master did not get a response from Yuan Tianfeng, or what he responded was the ruthless and concise sword glow.

Boom!

The sword light that pierced through the north and south instantly fell from top to bottom, and the pilgrim master at this time also took advantage of the strength restored by the three-point talent blood in his body to make a move.

With a wave of his big hand, the soaring demonic aura turned into a giant palm in the air.

The two intersected in an instant, but the face of the Holy Master changed drastically, because he clearly felt that a sword glow was absolutely extraordinary.

It's just that it was already too late, the condensed sword light broke through the barrier of the giant palm involuntarily.

In the blink of an eye, the holy master's entire left hand was cut off, and the purple-brown blood that belonged to the monster race burst out instantly through the severed hand.

A little bit of it was stained on the kind face of the Holy Master, but it was nothing more than a trivial matter to him.

This method still can't hurt his life, but it's not over yet, the sword energy pouring into his body with Yuan Tianfeng's thought cut him to pieces in the blink of an eye.

This scene was the same as back then, the holy master's originally indestructible body was dismembered on the spot by Yuan Tianfeng's rotten wood sword.

wow~~
The unreasonable Jianmang smashed the dismembered flesh into pieces, not even giving the Holy Master a chance to fight back.

But Zhao Shanhe, who was outside the formation at the moment, couldn't help being shocked when he saw this.

"What, the Holy Master is dead!! He just died like this!!"

"This sword god is too powerful and terrifying."

Seeing this, Baidi quietly spoke up.

"It's not that simple."

Ok?
Zhao Shanhe was obviously puzzled, but as soon as Baidi finished speaking, cold smiles came from all directions.

(End of this chapter)