surnamed Wang

Chapter 457 One Sword

Ye Jian had heard of Ming Hong Dao's reputation for a long time, but seeing it today, he recognized it immediately.

The old man has used the sword to understand the sword all his life, and his sword heart is close to perfection. Naturally, he will not be disturbed by a rumored treasured sword. Moreover, in his heart, there are thousands of famous weapons in the world, which are not as good as that day when the woman gave her as a dowry. A handle of "Dai Mei" in exchange for a hairpin.

Ye Jian's footsteps moved, and he stabbed out again. Luo Tian raised his knife to block it, and slashed out with his backhand.

The people around had long since ignored the matter of who was the master, and they all ran a long way, straightening their necks to watch this unprecedented battle.

Seeing that the blade was about to fall, the old man did not resist, and dodged. The blade hit the ground directly, and the entire Tangmen Villa was shocked. When the smoke cleared, a gap appeared in front of everyone.

Seeing the power of this saber, Ye Jian couldn't help showing a dignified expression, a clever woman can't cook without rice, a good magic weapon can really add a lot to a warrior.

The old man forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and slowly closed his eyes. Now he is only a thin line away from the Juggernaut, and he can already vaguely perceive some things. He knows that he has not much time left. Next, I am afraid that only One more chance.

……

Luo Tian had a little admiration for the old man in his heart, and thought about recruiting him under his command, but once such an astonishing person is put on shackles, no matter how good his swordsmanship will be, it will lose its charm. He is his greatest respect.

Thinking of this, Luo Tian no longer hides his strength, his eyes are faintly red, and before the Ming Hong Saber Intent in his hand is more powerful, together with the Rakshasa behind him, the aura around him is strong, dark green to black Ghost aura is like substance.

A dark cloud gradually gathered over the entire Tang Sect. This black cloud was not a dark cloud, but something like resentment, and various voices could be heard from it from time to time—crying, cursing, wailing, moaning, whispering...

When the people present heard these voices that seemed to come from hell, they couldn't help but feel chills all over their bodies, and their hairs stood on end.

Ye Jian opened his eyes, his eyes were deep, like a sword in its sheath, he calmly glanced at everyone, when his eyes passed by Hong Mao, he stayed for a moment, his eyes showed a faint smile.

The old man finally looked at Luo Tian, ​​his eyes flashed, and the sheathed sword suddenly came out of its sheath.

……

The old man stepped a little, and immediately disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. Almost at the same time, Luo Tian disappeared.

From time to time, there were sounds of weapons colliding, but no one could be seen. Only a few people present could vaguely see afterimages. After about three breaths, the sound of collisions stopped abruptly, and a figure came out It fell in mid-air and hit a martial arts platform heavily.

In mid-air, another person landed slowly. At this moment, his hair was disheveled, and blood continued to ooze from his right arm. When the blood flowed through the scarlet blade, it was absorbed by the magic knife little by little.

Luo Tian didn't care about these details, and walked slowly to the old man covered in blood, and said lightly:
"It's a pity, I didn't become a saint after all."

After finishing speaking, Minghong raised his hand high and was about to stab him.

……

The young Hong Mao had faintly sensed that something was wrong when he looked at the old man Ye just now, and now he rushed forward to protect the old man, raised his head and said:

"Old Luo, are you determined to do this?"

The man remained silent, and the boy continued:

"I know I can't stop you, but remember, if we die here today, Master will definitely avenge us. He is the most powerful swordsman in the world."

The corner of Luo Tian's mouth twitched, and he said in a proud tone for the first time:
"If the immortal doesn't come out, a certain person in Luo can kill the entire rivers and lakes."

After saying that, the magic knife in his hand suddenly fell.

"Ugh……"

Between life and death, a sigh suddenly sounded from nothingness.

Luo Tian's movements froze suddenly, and he retreated again and again. The moment he retreated, a flying sword plunged straight into the ground where he was standing just now.

The sword is three feet long, the hilt is bright red, and the redness is even far better than the Ming Hong Dao in Luo Tian's hand.

A vague figure slowly emerged beside the long sword, Luo Tian was startled by the first sentence he spoke:
"Before his ascension, Old Celestial Master Zhang used his magic sword to kill the demon for thousands of miles, and was seriously injured and escaped. It must be Your Excellency."

Luo Tian's face instantly became extremely gloomy, and he said coldly:

"Who are you?"

The figure did not answer, but looked back at the young man and the dying old man, and said lightly:
"I am the number one sword fairy in heaven and under heaven."

After finishing speaking, the long sword inserted at the side flew up again, heading straight towards Luo Tian.

……

Seeing this scene, Hong Mao and Ye Jian couldn't help being a little stunned. They were all too familiar with this voice, it was Wang Gingquan who was supposed to be thousands of miles away.

The other party's "No. [-] Sword Immortal" directly made the old man a little embarrassed.

Ye Jian's expression softened a lot at this time, he shook his head and smiled wryly, it really was the back and front waves of the Yangtze River who died on the beach, the boy who was hunted down by him in the woods back then, at this moment he actually drove back a monster with a flick of his fingers.

Everyone also regards themselves as a sword fairy, so this sword fairy seems too worthless.

Wang Gingquan stood there quietly, his figure appeared and disappeared from time to time, and his face was even more blurred. If he was not an acquaintance, he would definitely not be able to connect him with that half-baked prince.

In the distance, Luo Tian once again felt the pain of being chased and killed by Fei Jian.

That old Taoist was about to ascend to the ascension back then, Luo Tian was afraid of causing trouble, so he deliberately hid his aura, but he was still discovered by the other party in the end.

The Taoist threw a wooden sword, and chased Luo Tian endlessly for three days and three nights, until he was exhausted, and finally was pierced through the chest by a sword, but luckily it didn't hurt the vitals, and only then did he save his life.

……

Wang Gangquan looked up at the rising moon, and murmured:
"It's getting late, I have to go back to feed the children, Your Excellency will die here."

Feijian's aura suddenly rose, the blade of the sword flickered, and disappeared in an instant. The next moment, the sword rushed out of thin air and shot straight at Luo Tianhou's heart.

Luo Sha behind Luo Tian appeared again, stretching out his ghost claws to grab the flying sword, Wang Gingquan smiled slightly, and said lightly:
"Little ghost, dare to do evil in the world?"

While speaking, Fei Jian ignored the obstruction and drove straight in, directly piercing the phantom of Rakshasa and Luo Tian.

Luo Tian didn't have the previous good luck this time. The sword directly pierced his heart. The middle-aged man froze for a moment. After losing his mind for a moment, he turned his head and looked at Hong Mao, with a simple and honest smile on his face again. Unexpectedly, then he fell down in a daze.

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Seeing this, everyone in the Tang Sect was stunned for a while, and then regained their composure, with either joy or relaxation on their faces.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the prisoners quickly dispersed before Tangmen could react, escaped from Tangmen at the fastest speed in their lives, and plunged into the surrounding forests.

Tang Men escaped unharmed, Tang Zhi also thought about taking care of those young people, and with the support of Tang Xin and Tang Jian, he sat on the wheelchair again and came to Wang Gingquan.

The fat old man arched his hands and said carefully:
"Thank you, Shangxian, for saving my Tang Sect."

"If you want to thank you, thank Old Man Ye. I'm just here to repay the favor."

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　I finally insisted on finishing writing this month. Four thousand words a day was too much torment, half a hundred miles away, and the last few days were extremely tormenting, but luckily I persisted.

　　Here, I would like to apologize to everyone. From next month, I will have [-] words a day. If I am in good condition, I may post more.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)