Wrath of the Immortal

"Why is the sword master talking nonsense? Your sword is my sword?"

Not far away, the disciples of the Zhengjian Sect who were preparing to watch the fight could not help but whisper.

No matter how much they thought about it, no one could figure out what the sword master's words meant.

"Don't talk nonsense, what the sword master means is..."

Lu Dongqi shouted sharply. He wanted to save the sword master, but found that he didn't know how to explain.

Everyone is waiting for Lu Dongqi's answer! Seeing that the other party didn't speak for a long time, they were all stunned.

For a moment, the scene was a little awkward.

"Well, the sword master is saying that your sword is my sword!"

In order to ease the embarrassment, Lu Dongqi coughed lightly and forced himself to explain.

He told everyone that when the sword master founded Zhengjian Pavilion...

A sword skill, invincible in the world.

In the same realm, there are only a handful of people who can block the sword master.

Especially his self-created Nine Heaven-breaking Swords, which are no less powerful than the full-force attack of the old monster in the early stage of Nascent Soul.

Hearing this, all the disciples of Zhengjiang Pavilion were filled with excitement and blood boiling.

Everyone looked expectant, wanting to see how their sword master would kill everyone.

"Take a good look. As soon as the sword master takes action, that kid's sword will burst..."

Lu Dongqi touched the beard on his chin, drank some wine, and began to make up nonsense.

Soon, he realized something was wrong.

The sword master had finished speaking his big words, so why was he still frozen in place with no intention of taking action?

What was even more speechless was that the sword master was still staring at Xiao Chen's small sword endlessly.

A broken bronze sword, isn't it just faster? Is it possible that the flowers can still be seen?

Not to mention, Xiao Chen's small bronze sword was really discovered by Zheng Jiujian.

"Where did you get this sword?"

Zheng Jiujian took a deep breath and asked Xiao Chen.

"A murderous sword, do you need to care about its origin?"

Xiao Chen snorted coldly and asked.

"That's right, a murderous sword really doesn't need its origin."

"I just don't know if your sword should call me daddy when you see my sword."

"..."

After saying this, Zheng Jiujian patted the storage bag on his waist and offered up his magic weapon.

Many disciples of Zhengjian Pavilion saw this magic weapon for the first time, and they squeezed their heads to look this way.

When they saw the appearance of the sword body, they were all stunned.

Is there any mistake? Why is the sword master's magic weapon similar to Xiao Chen's small sword?

If we have to talk about the difference, the sword master's magic weapon is longer, three feet long.

Xiao Chen's one was at most an inch long and looked more like a dagger.

No wonder the sword master said that. Isn't this the difference between father and son?

Everyone was watching the excitement, but Xiao Chen saw the secret.

There are cracks on Zheng Jiujian's magic weapon, which look like bamboo knots.

If you guessed it correctly, this is a mother-and-son sword.

Normal double swords share the same hilt.

After the child sword is drawn out, only the hollow blade part of the mother sword remains.

This type of sword is often used by assassins, assassins and the like as a surprise attack.

Zheng Jiujian has as many as nine swords, which is indeed a bit unusual.

If they were all separated, they would most likely become nine-inch-long small swords.

These thoughts flashed through his mind, and Xiao Chen's spiritual consciousness spread out and landed on Zheng Jiujian's magic weapon.

Although this sword looks similar to a small bronze sword, the patterns on it are obviously much simpler.

Not surprisingly, this is an imitation, and it is a small bronze sword.

Xiao Chen's eyes narrowed, and he looked at the bronze sword with a little more expectation.

Because only powerful magic weapons will produce imitations.

Imitation magic weapons, even if they use the best refining materials, are still fake.

No matter how skilled the weapon refining master is, he cannot surpass the imitated magic weapon.

In all likelihood, the bronze sword is the father, and Zheng Jiujian's sword is the son.

"When the son sees his father, he doesn't dare to take action?"

Xiao Chen couldn't help but tease Zheng Jiujian when he saw him standing there.

"court death!!!"

Zheng Jiujian roared angrily and fired a spell at Jiulianjian.

Just now, the reason why he was stunned was because he seemed to have seen this problem.

Zheng Jiujian really wanted to talk to Xiao Chen and turn hostility into friendship.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Chen directly said provocative words and directly escalated the conflict.

Zheng Jiujian thought that if the bullshit was revealed, then peace talks would be a joke.

Therefore, Zheng Jiujian frowned and launched an attack on Xiao Chen.

He wanted to rely on his strong cultivation to kill Xiao Chen, obtain the small sword, and then go back and study it carefully.

"Boy, this sword allows me to open up the path of swordsmanship. If you can die in my hands, you will be proud of your death."

Zheng Jiujian looked at Xiao Chen and said proudly.

With a thought in his mind, the Jiulianjian was under his control and headed straight towards Xiao Chen in a flash.

Xiao Chen looked calm, and faced the oncoming Jiulianjian, controlling the small bronze sword to greet it.

Not long ago, Xiaojian was severely injured by Xiong Zhan Kuang. Although his power was not as good as before, his speed was still astonishingly fast.

The two swords met in the air and were about to collide. Something unexpected happened.

The Jiulian Sword trembled violently and stagnated, not daring to attack Xiao Chen's small bronze sword.

Zheng Jiujian's expression changed drastically. No matter how he controlled it, he just couldn't attack it successfully.

Looking at the small bronze sword again, it suddenly accelerated and was about to land on the Nine Swords.

"Let's go!!!"

Zheng Jiujian's expression changed drastically, he hurriedly changed his technique and pointed at the Jiulian Sword.

On the Jiulianjian, light flickered.

The nine small swords separated immediately.

At the moment of separation, before Zheng Jiujian launched an attack, a clanging sound was heard.

The nine small swords were immediately defeated and turned into scraps of copper and iron.

This was Zheng Jiujian's life magic weapon, and also the weapon he was proud of.

The magic weapon was severely damaged, and he was also slightly injured, spitting out blood.

"Your sword is my sword!!!"

Xiao Chen sneered and waved his sleeves at the nine scraps of copper and iron.

The strong wind rolled the scrap iron and came in front of Xiao Chen.

Xiao Chen waved his hand again, and the spiritual mark on the nine swords was instantly wiped out.

"You..."

Zheng Jiujian trembled all over, and blood spit out of his mouth.

He never dreamed that the other party's spiritual consciousness was so powerful that he could easily erase his mark on the magic weapon.

You know, Zheng Jiujian's cultivation is higher than Xiao Chen, and he has hundreds of spiritual roots.

The other party could do it so easily, in addition to having a strong spiritual consciousness, he also needed ten times more spiritual roots than him.

Could it be that this guy is a monster with thousands of spiritual roots in his body?

Zheng Jiujian's heart skipped a beat, but he had no time to think about it, because Xiao Chen's attack had already arrived in front of him.

"Sword Dao? Xiao also wants to try how to prove the Dao with one sword."

Xiao Chen's eyes were locked, and he pointed quickly at the position where Zheng Jiujian was.

The bronze sword received the order, and with a whoosh, it came in front of Zheng Jiujian in an instant.

At that moment, Xiao Chen seemed to feel...

Wherever the sword light went, the sky and the earth were broken, and all things disappeared.

Xiao Chen had a little understanding, but he could not deeply understand the mystery of the sword.

It was said that it was too late!

The bronze sword flashed and went straight to the center of Zheng Jiujian's eyebrows.

Zheng Jiujian's face changed drastically, and he suddenly offered a black shield to block in front of him.

The sword light landed on the shield and passed through it easily, still moving forward.

"Impossible..."

Zheng Jiujian's face changed drastically, and he was terrified. He offered more than ten shields in succession.

At the same time, he quickly retreated, trying to avoid Xiao Chen's attack range.

The small sword defeated more than ten shields before stopping the attack, and the light on it dimmed slightly.

"I want to see how long the spiritual power in your body can last!"

Zheng Jiujian breathed a sigh of relief and said coldly to Xiao Chen.

He didn't believe that the other party's foundation-building cultivation could beat him in soul power.

"I also want to see how many defensive magic weapons you have left!"

Xiao Chen said slowly with a strange smile at the corner of his mouth.

His spiritual consciousness moved, and the bronze sword suddenly accelerated and flew towards Zheng Jiujian again.