Fantasy: The First Zombie of The Ages

"Young Sword Emperor, don't know him, don't talk nonsense with him!"

Yun Yu and others didn't pay attention to the thirteenth left at all, because they couldn't feel any aura from the thirteenth left, they were obviously mortals.

"You should go and see! Ye Tang is the Young Sword Emperor!"

Yun Zhen always feels that the thirteenth from left is a bit weird, so I should remind you.

Worthy of being an elite disciple like Dragon Tiger Gate in Vientiane and Yun Zhen, with a special pupil, he felt that the thirteenth from left should also be an immortal warrior.

"Ye Tang has become the Young Sword Emperor?"

"Presumptuous, how do you talk?"

There was an angry voice from some people around, and their sword repairers were all on the side of Fengshen Jianshan, and they were inherited from sword aura.

"Look, that's the Ye Family Swordsman!"

At this moment, above the void, a spirit sword came from Jianzhou. All above are green swordsmen.

"The Ye Family's momentum is getting more and more prosperous!"

"Three thousand swordsmen are here, let's go and see, there must be something big today!"

"There are also elders in the Ye family!"

Everyone moved towards the Green Sword, and the thirteenth from the left also looked at the Green Sword, their eyes cold.

"Just start with you!"

The thirteenth from the left raised his hand, and the stiff air turned into a black mask, condensed in his hand. Not only is the stiff air, the three hundred veins outside the city are blending in, and the ground in the distance turns yellow.

The black mask only covers the thirteen and a half faces on the left.

Thirteen from the left stepped out and appeared directly in the Fengshen Jianshan.

Jianshan is gone, and the Beidou treasure house no longer exists, but in this place, there is a huge platform.

Below the platform, there are steps to ascend.

"Enter the sword platform, worship!"

There are already many people under the sword worship platform. These people are all sword cultivators, and there are even strong spiritualists who have come in person.

In this world, sword repair is like forest.

"This is the sword worship platform!"

Everyone is kneeling towards the sword worship platform, because from here, the shadow of the statue can be seen vaguely.

Above the sword worship platform, surrounded by mists, these mists are all sword energy.

The Green Swordsman was on different steps, facing these sword repairs proudly.

This has become a holy land, a holy land for swordsmen.

Ye Tang put down the statue here just to absorb the faith of the people.

The thirteenth from the left came here and saw the statue above. The sword energy left on it was the five-claw golden dragon sword energy.

"Ye Tang, I'm back!"

But when the thirteenth from left wanted to move, he saw the platform in another direction, and there was an angry rant.

"Let you worship, what are you doing?"

"Are you Jian Xiu?"

The thirteenth left stared at him, and just on the other step, two of them were also wearing masks, and were walking towards the sword worship platform.

"what happened?"

Zuo Thirteen was stunned. He didn't make trouble. Why did other people make trouble.

One of them, wearing a white dress, was obviously a woman. However, this graceful body exuded a wave of frost. But behind this woman, there was a fat man who was even more domineering, and as soon as he raised his hand, he directly blasted a Spirit Swordsman out.

"Get out of the way, we are Jian Xiu!"

The fat man waved his hand and held it in his hand with a curved broken sword.

"Too much, you are not swordsmen at all, who are you anyway?"

"Who cares about us? We are going to worship the sword stand. Why do you stop it?"

"The Ye Family is so powerful, do you want to control the swordsmen of the world?"

The fat man's voice stunned Zuo Shisan again.

"Fatty? Is it you?"

Left thirteen finally showed a smile, and a hint of warmth appeared in his cold eyes. Someone survived, and finally someone survived.

The heart of ice, the heart of killing, all returned at this moment.

Fang Yan, Fang Yan of Ledao Mountain, the corpse Dao Zong, the thirteenth brother from the left, appeared here.

"That is?"

The thirteenth from the left looked at the woman in the white skirt again, hoping to see that it was the master sister. But this figure does not seem to be as hot as the master sister.

"Senior Sister Bai?"

The thirteenth from the left seems to be determined, this is Bai Jingyue.

"Why did they come? Is there anyone else in the Corpse Dao Sect who survived?"

The thirteenth from the left stabilized his mind, and at this moment Fang Yan rushed all the way, holding a broken sword, and slowly ascended the steps.

"Too presumptuous, stop them!"

"How can they say that to the Ye Family, the Ye Family's purpose is to pass on kendo!"

"However, they seem to be a bit right!"

These sword repairs are to practice swords, but every time they come, they must worship these green swordsmen. The sword repair itself is proud. People like the Ye family were arrogant and domineering, and they couldn't bear it either.

"Get out, get out of me quickly!"

As soon as Fang Yan raised his hand, the huge power turned into a gray mist, one came and one blasted back.

Bai Jingyue walked quietly, cold under the mask.

"Let them come up!"

On the stage of worshipping the sword, Ye Yan looked at him contemptuously. Behind Ye Yan, there were three elders. Today they came to collect the sword ball from the statue, which was ordered by Ye Tang.

"Humph!"

Finally no one stopped in front of Fang Yan, but at this time, Ye Yan smiled strangely.

"Our Ye family's purpose is to pass on kendo."

"The swordsmen in the world are all a family!"

"You insulted the Ye family, you insulted Jian!"

"I believe you will not let you go!"

"As long as you are a swordsman, give it a try. The broken sword in his hand is simply an insult to the sword!"

Ye Yan ignited the other sword repairmen, and Yun Yu and others at the Longhu Vientiane Gate also heard it, and their faces sank. The person who uses the sword, of course, the sword is on the spot baby.

"That's right, you insulted the sword."

"You are not worthy of swords!"

One by one sword repairers, they were all Lingzong, and even Lingzong, surrounded Fang Yan and the others.

Fang Yan looked at the people around him. After all, there were too many people here. Fang Yan looked at Senior Sister Bai Jingyue anxiously.

The thirteenth from the left was also standing in the distance. If these people asked the other side to do something, thirteen from the left would not mind the slaughter in advance. No matter what sect you are, the Dao Sect to move a corpse is to die.

Zuo Thirteen didn't know that his xinxing had become more vicious.

"Ding!"

But at this moment, Bai Jingyue's fingers lightly flicked on the broken sword. It seemed to be a piano sound, and with this sound, the sword repairs all around seemed to stop.

"Who said this is a broken sword?"

"This is the sword, you don't understand, I can teach you!"

The cold voice, like a spring of spirit, every time it spreads, people around him back off. No matter what kind of person it is, he can't stop this mysterious voice.

"Senior Sister Bai, seems to be getting better and better?"

Left thirteen nodded, Bai Jingyue possessed the strength of Lingzong, especially the Le Dao that he controlled, integrated into the Sword Dao.

"Step aside!"

"Today I am going to worship the sword stand, who dares to stop it?"

Bai Jingyue stepped out, and her clear voice spread again. The Broken Sword in Fang Yan's hand trembled rapidly, not only that, Fang Yan actually knocked on the steps with Broken Sword.

"Boom!"

The billowing sound swept across the worship sword stand, many sword repairs, and the sword in his hand was also shaking.

"Kill intent!"

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