Is it the same with other big brothers?

The man's face was extremely ugly, and he struggled to squeeze out a sentence: "Kua Yujian...is the sword of Baijianshan, who is proud and arrogant and despises the world, how could he recognize you as a mere soulless man?" The wastes and ants in the veins are the main ones?"

Mingzhu lowered his eyelashes, looked casually at the radiant sword blade in his hand, and sighed softly: "It seems that I really misunderstood my little junior brother before, whoever is called out like this is still a good man!" I feel a little uncomfortable, alas, I'd better apologize to him when I go back."

The man snapped, "Answer me!"

Ming Zhu smiled, and said very rascally: "I won't."

He took a slow step forward with the sword in his hand, and the kneeling undead followed him, trembling all over, almost burying his head in the ground.

Ming Zhu didn't even look at them, he walked slowly five steps away from the man surrounded by black mist, his long hair hanging down to his waist was windless, and said indifferently: "I have always been people who will not offend me, and I will not offend others. Talking nicely to seniors, but you don’t know the truth of staying on the front line in everything, and you insist on killing us juniors.”

He lightly raised his sword, and the twilight shone from the side, with a clear distinction between light and darkness, making his beautiful smile look like a life-threatening evil spirit: "Killers will always be killed, now, seniors live longer I have been around for a long time, you should understand this truth, right? If I kill you, it will not count as an increase in murder."

After he finished speaking, the edge of the sword in his hand lightly tapped the void in front of him three times, and the spiritual power of Kuayu's sword body poured out leisurely, and suddenly turned into three illusory sword blades in the void.

The halberd was still trembling violently. The man was shocked by Mingzhu's aura, and then the anger flashed across his face. He lifted up the halberd that was about to collapse into a ball with all his strength, and slightly lowered it to the ground. A collision—although the collision looked really slight, the ground suddenly rippled like the sound of golden spears, and the black air around him was instantly pulled by him and condensed into a huge skeleton behind him, moving towards the nearby The nearby candle roared angrily.

Ming Zhu's long hair was blown up by the strong wind, he lazily looked at the ghost-like skeleton in front of him, chuckled, and said: "Living in the Tomb of Disused Swords, and even being able to control sword energy, this visit This trip really taught me a lot.”

The man said coldly: "Don't compare my inferior sword spirit."

Ming Zhu's long and slender fingers casually tapped, and the three wind blades in front of him obediently revolved around his fingers, and he said, "Then what kind of species are you? Undead? Can control the Waste Sword Tomb This is the first time I have seen the undead who were hit by weapons."

The weapons in the Tomb of Waste Swords are all waste weapons after the master died and the sword spirit dissipated. All the souls of the master who harvested their lives are sealed in them. It is never heard that the souls of the dead can control weapons.

The man held up the trembling halberd and stretched it out towards the bright candle, obviously he didn't want Mingzhu to talk nonsense anymore. Although the incomplete sword spirit in the long halberd was shocked by Kua Yu, but this man was probably a spirit in his lifetime. With monstrous power, even a broken undead body, the aura emanating from his body is still frightening.

Holding the long halberd, he stabbed out a sword energy containing black mist, pierced the void with a whistling sound, and slammed into the bright candle vein gate impartially.

Mingzhu sneered: "Does the flower of rice grains dare to compete with the sun?"

However, the expression on his face seemed to be distorted as soon as he said this, he probably felt a little ashamed at the words, so he blushed a little, and waved his bony hand towards a sword energy in front of him, his spiritual power suddenly released, and he rushed towards the sword like a broken bamboo. The sword energy of the black mist rushed over.

Red and black collided suddenly in mid-air. Although Kua Yujian had a superior momentum, but because Mingzhu was a half-baked piece of wood, he was still suppressed by the man's sword energy for a while, and swallowed the red sword light with a "bang", Unabated, he rushed towards the bright candle with a whistling sound.

Mingzhu unhurriedly threw out a red sword light again, smashing the follow-up powerless black sword energy before the front door, and the spiritual power fell like fluttering catkins.

The man raised his halberd again, just as he was about to condense his sword energy, he suddenly felt a flash of red light, and the skeleton behind him roared suddenly, and the whitened dry bones crossed in front of him, and the Kuayu sword that was swung down by the raised sword They collided together, blocking a fatal blow for the man.

A buzzing sound rippling through the entire Tomb of Discarded Swords, and the obsolete weapons on the mountain wall rustled to the ground.

Ming Zhu held up his sword and slashed at the obstructing skeleton, gave an impatient "Tsk", and lightly hooked his little finger holding the sword, and the last sword energy was pulled by him, brushing the side of his face and piercing through the air. Impartially charged straight into the halberd in the man's hand.

There was only a crisp cracking sound heard around, and Mingzhu stepped back, throwing the Kuayu sword casually, letting it hang in the air and flutter wantonly.

The halberd in the man's hand was broken directly from the middle by the sword energy, and black spiritual power swarmed out from the break, and soon became quiet.

The man said angrily, "You!"

Ming Zhu said: "It's better for it to be completely quiet, and I will take it back to my junior brother to play with later."

The skeleton behind the man suddenly let out a roar, his spiritual power soared, and gradually merged with the man covered in black mist, his figure suddenly turned into a ghostly afterimage on the spot, and rushed straight towards the bright candle in the next instant .

After Ming Zhu broke off the halberd, he felt that the person in front of him was no longer a threat, so he thought about how to find more waste weapons with spiritual energy for Lu Qingkong, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him would have a back move. The speed of the afterimage was so fast that he didn't have time to catch the figure of that person. He only felt a black shadow rushing by in front of him, and the murderous intent rushed towards him.

The man's face was ferocious like a ghost, he threw himself in front of Ming Zhu, gritted his teeth and said furiously: "Ant! Save your life!"

Mingzhu trembled under the pressure of that momentum, his body subconsciously avoided the deadly move, and then he seemed to be uncontrollable, instinctively grasped the Kuayu sword and swung it fiercely at the man in black without thinking. His sword could barely block that fatal move.

His face was like sinking water, and the Kuayu sword in his hand seemed to carry a vast scorching flame, and when he blocked the horrified sword energy of the black mist, he counterattacked even better.

Hearing only a few sounds of "Qing Qiang", the Kua Yu sword in Ming Zhu's hand rushed straight to the center of the spiritual vein on the man's chest, and the flames spread upward with a "Teng", slowing down the already undead man. Burn to a heap of ashes.

Ming Zhu stared blankly at the scene in front of him while holding the sword. It should have been a pleasant thing for him to slash the enemy in front of him with ease, but he didn't know what was going on in his head, and a touch of shock and fear gradually climbed up. His face and even the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Half of the man's body was burnt black by the scorching flames, probably knowing that his time was approaching, he no longer resisted, a grim smile slowly appeared on his ferocious face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Red lotus fire... hahaha , you even use Ming Zhao’s Ming Jue that Ming Zhao never passed on to others in your sword moves, yet you still say that Zhao is your enemy?”

Mingzhu trembled all over, staggered back two steps, pulled the Kuayu Sword from him with trembling hands, looked at him coldly, and said, "Shut up."

The man laughed at himself: "Ming Zhao used the sword spirit to cause me to die tragically by his own sword, and was trapped in this ruined sword mound for more than ten years, but now I was defeated by his son again. Hahaha, that's ridiculous."

Ming Zhu's hand holding the Kua Yu sword was shaking, he lowered the tip of the sword, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and said in a low voice, "Shut up, he is not my father."

The man didn't bother to expose it, he stared at the bright candle with his dark eyes, and said maliciously, "Boy, do you believe in fate?"

Mingzhu bowed his head and remained silent, probably disgusted by his instinctive Mingxinjue just now, he wished to cut off the hand that used the sword directly to feel relieved.

"Don't you believe it?" Half of the man's body has been reduced to ashes, and only one bone held him up.

Before he was alive, he was a demon cultivator who was rejected by the world. He hid for half his life and finally died under the blade of his own weapon. A laughing stock.

But when he was about to die, he seemed to have used all the perseverance in his life, and he was still standing upright with his withered bones.

Mingzhu looked at his dead bones that had already begun to collapse, and answered after a while: "I don't believe it."

The man's face also slowly turned into ashes, he grinned, his face was cracked, and ashes fell down, and there seemed to be the last flame in his scarlet pupils, he said every word: "I believe, Because I can see."

Mingzhu has been physically and mentally exhausted since he used Mingxinjue, and he doesn't want to talk to people at all. Even if a man says such words that he has seen his fate, he can't arouse his interest at all.

"I saw your fate, Bright Candle." The man had completely turned into a skeleton, but the voice seemed to come from a soul that was about to disappear, "I saw the tragic scene of you crawling out of thousands of dead bones , I saw the rest of your life where you were cast aside by thousands of people and lived in stealth, and I saw all the people you loved go away... Only you are alone with thousands of bones and blood... the ending..."

"Mingzhu, you will be... just like your father..." The skeleton fell to the ground rustlingly, and was swept by the red lotus fire that had not yet burned out, "I will never get what I want in my life... the one I love, Yuyu Bury incense, and the person you hate will live a hundred years..."

The last vicious curse was slowly burned by a cluster of flames, and when it was extinguished, it was like a dead wood and ashes, and it was nowhere to be found.

Ming Zhu stared blankly at the pile of whitish ashes, not knowing whether he was stimulated by his curse or for other reasons, his hand holding the sword shook violently, and soon, the Kua Yu sword dropped to the ground, sending out There was a loud "bang".

Mingzhu seemed to be awakened by the sound, and stared blankly at the Kuayu sword on the ground. He seemed to want to bend down to pick it up, but after he moved, his legs suddenly softened and he knelt down on the ground.

"My...sword..." His pale lips moved slightly, and then he felt his eyes go black, his thin body suddenly fell to the ground, and the blood on his back soon dyed the ground a blood red.

The one you love will be buried in incense, and the one you hate will live a long life?

Ming Zhu thought in a daze, "That's really tragic."