[Crossing] The swordsmith of the god of immortality

The silver-white sword energy blocked the counterattack, and the two sides immediately fought into a ball on the bamboo garden path.

"Boy, let the old man try your thunder sword manual!" The man in the blue shirt actually recognized Nangong Hao's sword move directly, which made the genius Jianxiu secretly startled.

Su Shaobai only felt that the light and shadow in front of him were messy, and the sword energy was flying. He consciously took the milk and the white falcon to the side to avoid it, moved Nangonghao's bamboo chair away, and gave way to the two who were fighting. big place.

"Why, your Taoist partner doesn't want to worship him as a teacher?" The purple-robed young man from before appeared ghostly in front of Su Shaobai, and sat in the green-clothed man's seat just now. ! ! !

The little cook looked at the man opposite him in shock and stopped breathing for a while.Although he is a swordsmith whose attack power can be called useless among the monks, and his spiritual consciousness and six senses are not as good as other monks, he has already cultivated to the green rank, and the Nascent Soul has just completed.It's still too frightening that the purple-robed youth can appear within his reach without anyone noticing.If the other party wanted to kill him, he would have already turned into a corpse by now.In addition, how did he know that Lord Jinzhu is his Taoist companion?

Milk and Bai Falcon also looked at him furiously, their faces full of wariness.

"Don't be afraid, I promised him that I won't kill people casually anymore." The man stared intently at the fight between Nangong Hao and the man in the green shirt, but he was speaking to the hesitant Su Shaobai.

Su Shaobai: ……………

This person is also in the Transcending Tribulation Period?

The young man in purple shirt looked like he was watching a good show, and he leisurely picked up the untouched teacup in front of Su Shaobai, and drank it down in one gulp, "Don't you see what they are looking at me for?"

Su Shaobai quickly turned his face to the side where Nangong Hao was fighting with the man in the green shirt. The purple robe on this man looked very familiar, but after thinking about it carefully, it was somewhat similar to the clothes of the Wei family brothers.Could it be that he is also a demon cultivator?

"Hey, you don't look like a sword cultivator, what are you cultivating?" The purple shirt youth looked at it for a few times, then felt very bored, and asked Su Shaobai with his face turned sideways.

"The junior is a swordsmith." Su Shaobai pursed his lips, Moxiu's temper seemed very strange.

The man raised his brows with interest, "Swordsmith? Are you also a swordsmith?"

"No, a swordsmith is one who refines and casts spiritual weapons, such as storage containers." Su Shaobai pointed to the storage ring in his hand, and then pointed to the Scarlet Sky Sword in Gonghao's hand, "and the sword cultivator's life sword."

"You mean, you are a cultivator who specializes in forging spirit weapons?"

"En." Su Shaobai nodded, so to speak.

"Why don't you refine the spiritual weapon yourself? Why are sword cultivators so lazy?" the man asked strangely.

"..., the previous sword cultivators made their own swords of life?" Su Shaobai was silent for a few seconds, and asked tentatively. The monks in the sixth-level formation pass or the seventh-level formation eye, and their cultivation base is extremely high.

"Of course, who would waste his own time in training to forge a life-forging weapon for others, wouldn't that delay his own practice?" The man said it as a matter of course, and then gave him a meaningful look, "However, for the Taoist companion Refining does exist."

"The two seniors are Taoist companions?" Su Shaobai was not sure whether the other party was probing or had other intentions, so he smiled and pretended to be stupid to the end.They have already been suppressed by these two and have no strength to fight back. If they are used to blackmail Mr. Jinzhu, it will be even more difficult to deal with.

"Taoist? Me with him?" The purple-shirted youth sneered a few times, looking at the green-clothed man with gloomy eyes, his mind fluttering a little, "If someone traps you in one place for thousands of years, even after death, you will follow him Is he a Taoist companion?"

After death?What these two people said was that they both admitted that they were dead, so they are all divine consciousness?Su Shaobai blinked and took the opportunity to ask, "Senior... Are you trapped here?"

"That's right," the purple-shirted youth raised the corners of his lips again, and a bloodthirsty light appeared in his eyes, "I can't wait to gnaw at his skin and bones, devour his blood and flesh."

"I'm dead, who will stay here with you?" The man in the green shirt suddenly spoke up in the arena. He was actually watching this side while he was fighting with Nangong Hao.

"You're dead, why should I stay here?" the man in purple shirt asked without answering, his eyes were ruthless.

The man in the green shirt sighed, and stopped his hands, "Han Shan, don't forget what you promised me."

"I promised you? You are dead, why should I keep my promise!" The man in purple shirt raised his eyebrows slightly, and once again angrily slapped the table and walked away.

The man in the blue shirt stopped his hands, and Nangong Hao, who was in full swing of the battle, had to stop at the same place. The man in the blue shirt seemed to be very familiar with the Thunder Sword Manual, and it was not so much a competition as a guide.

"No more fights," the man in the green shirt sighed, and waved to him in a dispirited manner.

Looking at the second stone table in front of which was "destroyed corpses and traces", Su Shaobai curled his lips and looked at the gravel road under his feet. According to this speed, it is very fast to pave a stone road.

A third identical stone table was placed in front of Su Shaobai, and the man in the green shirt took out a light yellow teapot, poured himself a drink, picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp, but his complexion was like coptis in his throat, and the bitterness was tight .

"Senior Han Shan, is it a demon cultivator?" Su Shaobai blinked at him.Nangong Hao had no choice but to sit back beside Su Shaobai, not sure what this senior wanted to do.

"Boy, you are smart."

"The junior just thinks that his clothes are very similar to the other two demon cultivators who entered the battle together, so I dare to guess."

"That's right, those two might be his descendants. But luckily, you came here first." The man in the green shirt nodded, with a look of joy on his face, and then asked, "However, what are you guys doing here?" Why did you explore with Moxiu?"

"It's a long story." Su Shaobai looked at Nangong Hao, and briefly explained how he was kidnapped to the puppet city, where Nangong Hao and others came to rescue them, and what happened afterwards, "So, we promised to help them get there. Look for that thing in the eye of the ancient formation. Does the senior know what is in the eye of this formation?"

The man in the green shirt slightly raised the corners of his lips, "If I'm right, they should be looking for Han Shan's bones."

"Bone?"

"Han Shan has a moon wheel magic pestle inherited from the demon cultivator." The man in the green shirt sighed again, "The most proud thing he has refined in his life."

No wonder the demon cultivator just now was very disdainful of the sword cultivator's behavior of not refining weapons by himself. It turns out that he is also good at refining weapons.Su Shaobai suddenly realized, "Senior really understands Senior Han Shan."

"If you fight with a person for thousands of years, and live together for thousands of years after death, I'm afraid there's nothing you don't know." The man in the green shirt said with a wry smile.

"Senior and Senior Han Shan are enemies?" Reminiscent of the words of the young man in purple robe just now, the corners of the little chef's eyes twitched slightly, feeling that the relationship between the two is very delicate.

"Boy, it's God's will that the two of you can come here. I just heard your story, how about I tell you a story now?" The man in the green shirt smiled and poured two cups of tea for the two people opposite.

The man in the green shirt called himself Qingyue, and he was a sword cultivator more than ten thousand years ago. Before the battle between immortals and demons, he had already cultivated to the realm of crossing the tribulation, and he was only half a step away from being able to ascend to the immortal.Han Shan was his only rival at that time.During the battle, he set up the Yan Feng Formation at the throat and led hundreds of sword cultivators to kill the demon cultivators.Han Shan is the head of the Demon Cultivator.They fought in the formation for hundreds of days and still couldn't tell the winner. When they were dying, the formation suddenly collapsed, the wind and soil poured back, and the formation returned.Both he and Han Shan were buried in the backlash of the magic circle.

When he woke up again, he had turned into a floating consciousness without any memory, surrounded by black shadows full of hostility.There is another piece of floating consciousness, which is tightly attached to him.So they relied on each other to fight off wave after wave of black shadows to survive, and then gradually became stronger and stronger.It was not until thousands of years later that they re-cultivated and returned to the realm of transforming gods that they recovered their memories.After more than two thousand years of fighting to the death, and more than five thousand years of life and death, the deadly enemy has become a close friend, and good luck tricks people.Han Shan insisted on breaking out of the formation, but Qing Yue was afraid that he would turn his soul into disaster if he would not change his demonic nature, so he refused, and the two started fighting again.Thousands of years later, the two of them were tired from fighting, so they had no choice but to make a bet, to decide the winner through a literary fight.The loser is at the other party's disposal.The content of the bet is also very simple, the bet is the status of the monk who will be the first to reach the eye of the formation, if it is a magic cultivator, then Hanshan will win, if it is a sword cultivator, then Qingyue will win.

Afterwards, it was a long period of training and waiting. Unexpectedly, no one stepped into this formation until they re-cultivated the ability to cross the tribulation.

"This is the formation eye?" Su Shaobai asked suspiciously.

"That's right, the bones of Han Shan and I are within the cliff at your feet."

The little cook turned pale. Could it be that this cliff is the tomb they built for themselves?The moon wheel magic pestle that the Wei family brothers want is also here?

Nangong Hao had been silent until now, and only now did he speak, "Why does senior know the Thunderbolt Sword Manual?"

"I created the Thunder Sword Manual, why don't you know? But, why did you only learn eight moves?"

"The sword manual that this junior gets is only these eight strokes." Nangong Hao changed his previous stance, and respectfully greeted Qingyue, and he had to respect Qingyue as at least half of his master after learning the sword manual created by him.It seems that the sword ancestor Ku Xuzi of the Mahayana period, what he got at the beginning was just the remnants left by Qingyue.

"So that's it, boy, now you have to worship if you don't worship, how about learning all the remaining eight moves?" The man in the green shirt smiled and looked at Nangong Hao indifferently. Excellent score, worthy of his mantle.

"Can this junior ask senior about it first?" Su Shaobai hurriedly interrupted when he saw that the patron was hesitating.

The man in the green shirt raised his eyebrows and looked at him.

"Those companions of the junior, where are they now?"

"I have my own chance. Don't worry, it's those two demon cultivators. If Han Shan is pleasing to the eye, he will let them get what they want. After all, we don't have much time left." The man in the green shirt said faintly. It expresses the imminent imminent end.