A brick into the fairyland

This bronze sword body is one of the top ten ancient weapons, but obviously, this is a broken and incomplete magic weapon, only the sword body.But even so, the power should not be underestimated. Under Mo Lin's control, the bronze sword pierced through the chest of an old man.

But this little damage is a piece of cake for a cultivator of this level. In a short while, the blood hole in front of the old man has been restored to its original state.

The dust whisk in the hands of Zhenlong Sanren flew like a swimming dragon, and the divine light from the brush beat the lower body of a cultivator to bloody blood.The man said coldly: "Zhenlong Sanren, you protect that black-scaled old man so much, do you two have an affair!?"

While speaking, the man's move became more fierce, and thousands of sword qi flooded the real dragon Sanren.

"The words are not inferior, you should fight!" Zhenlong Sanren shouted softly, and with a flick of the whisk, all the sword energy was turned into fly ash. [

"Damn it, you damn bastard, I will kill you sooner or later!" Seeing his master being insulted, Tian Yu couldn't help cursing angrily.

As for Zhuge Buliang, his brows were furrowed at this moment, he felt that the bronze sword hilt in his body was getting more and more uneasy, as if it was going to be abolished outside his body.

"What's the relationship between Mo Lin and your master?" Zhuge Buliang asked suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Tian Yu suddenly took a strange look.

"I'm just asking, nothing else." Zhuge didn't understand.

Tian Yu said: "My master and Senior Molin are close friends. As long as the two of them don't retreat, they will talk about immortals and Taoism together every year."

Zhuge nodded without highlighting and made no sound.

"puff!"

A flash of sword light flashed, and the head of an old man was pierced by the bronze sword.The head is an important part of a cultivator, and the primordial spirit hides in it.The bronze sword slashed across, directly obliterating the old man's primordial spirit. Once the primordial spirit is destroyed, it cannot be restored.

"Brush brush"

The bronze sword flew up and down, and the old man's body was chopped into several pieces.

"Ah!!!" Another old man's eyes were bloodshot, he roared, and rushed towards Mo Lin in a frenzy, a small golden sword more than one foot long appeared in his hand, although the small golden sword was only more than one foot long It is long, but cuts out a sword energy that can penetrate the sky and the earth.

"Ding!"

Mo Lin called back the bronze sword body and blocked it in front of him. The sweeping sword energy poured into the bronze sword body like a long whale sucking water.And the bronze sword body also became golden.

"As expected of the ancient ten blades, although it is broken, it is still not something that can be destroyed by ordinary attacks." Tian Yu's face showed joy. After all, Zhenlong Sanren and Molin are now a united front.

But at this time, the sound of dragons singing and tigers roaring came from a distance, and a middle-aged man flew over quickly, holding a golden spear in his hand. On the spear, there seemed to be a golden dragon coiled around it.The middle-aged man didn't talk too much nonsense, and directly shook his spear, stabbing a golden horse towards Molin.

"Teacher!" The old man who confronted Molin said excitedly.

"Stand back!" the middle-aged man said coldly, holding a golden spear and killing him.

"Wentian Battle Spear!" Mo Lin finally couldn't help his expression change, and his voice was a little hoarse. [

The Wentian Battle Spear is also one of the ancient ten blades, and it is a complete divine blade. It is not comparable to the broken bronze sword in Mo Lin's hand.

"clang!"

When the bronze sword body collided with the Wentian War Spear, the bronze sword body flew back at once, while the Wentian War Spear was shining golden light.The middle-aged man held the spear and looked at the bronze sword: "It turned out to be just a broken weapon, so I reluctantly accepted it!"

After finishing speaking, Wentian's war spear came out like a swimming dragon, and went straight to Molin.

Mo Lin squeezed the sword formula with his hands, and the bronze sword body flew up and down, with agility, but it was still not the opponent of Wentian Zhanlance.Within a few rounds, Mo Lin was beaten back again and again.

"Where's Mo Mei from Shujianzhai? You want to fight Wentian Zhanmao with a broken weapon?" The middle-aged man scolded coldly, but he shot without mercy. As soon as Wentian Zhanspear came out, a golden sharp edge pierced through it. It hit Molin's chest, flew out from his back, and destroyed a mountain peak in the distance.

"Father, take the sword!" With a sudden roar, Mo Ximen flew up from the ancient forest below, stepping on a big purple gourd. He shot a black light, and quickly flew to Mo Lin's eyes.

Mo Lin grabbed it, it was a long sword with a sheath, the whole body was black, without any luster, but there were streaks of ink lingering on the sword.

"Mo Mei!" The middle-aged man's face became serious.

The Mo Mei Sword also belongs to the ancient ten blades, and it is also a complete weapon. Its power is comparable to that of the Wentian War Spear.As soon as the Mo Mei Sword was released, the middle-aged man couldn't help but take a deep breath. He only had a Wentian Spear in his hand, but Mo Lin got the Mo Mei, which was equivalent to having two ancient blades at the same time.

"Chong!"

Mo Mei came out of her sheath, bringing out a ray of ink light.Three feet long, it looks like a sword but not a sword, but without a sword point, it looks like a ruler, the whole body is black, and it looks plain and strange.

"brush"

As soon as the ink plum came out, dozens of ink-colored sword qi came across the air, like ink marks drawn by a brush in the void, and went straight to the middle-aged man.

"Clang!"

The middle-aged man swung the Wentian Spear, piercing more than a dozen sharp edges.Wentian's spear slashed down, and a golden dragon flew out, shaking its head and rushing towards Molin.

Mo Lin sacrificed the bronze sword body and Mo Mei at the same time, and two sword lights, one green and one black, criss-crossed.Drawing a circle in mid-air shattered all the green edges.

"Immortal, can't this kill you?" Ximen laughed loudly.

"Junior, the old man is here to meet you!" At this time, the old man who had retreated came up again, and the target was Mo Ximen.

"Boom!"

The old man's cultivation level was obviously higher than that of Mo Ximen. With a wave of his big hand, two big palm prints were pressed down, like a five-fingered mountain.With a loud cry, Mo Ximen controlled the purple gourd to fly up and pass through the gap between the five fingers.But the old man took the initiative to meet him, and a spear also appeared in his hand, stabbing towards Moximen.

"Shameless old thing, bullying me, a junior, are you ashamed?" Moximen cursed while avoiding. [

"If you speak rudely, this old man will teach you a lesson for me!" The old man sneered, and the spear stabbed out again and again, and in an instant, the entire sky was full of sharp edges.

"Father, you have two things in your hand, borrow one." Moximen dodged left and right, and shouted at his father.

Mo Lin raised his hand and struck the bronze sword towards his son.The old man's face turned pale immediately, and the bronze spear slashed up, trying to block the bronze sword.But even if the bronze sword body is a broken magic weapon, its power cannot be compared with ordinary weapons. The bronze spear was immediately cut into two pieces by the bronze sword.

"Hahaha!" Moximen laughed loudly, raised his hand, and the bronze sword fluttered, heading straight for the old man.

There was another spear in the old man's hand, and the two fought together.

On the other side, the strength of Mo Lin, who got Mo Mei, was greatly increased, and he was inseparable from the middle-aged man.Black sword energy and golden sharpness radiate.The battle between Zhenlong Sanren and her opponent has also reached a fever pitch. Zhenlong Sanren has already secured victory, and within a hundred rounds, he will definitely defeat his opponent.

However, Mo Ximen was a little overwhelmed. Although he had a bronze sword in his hand, there was a big gap between him and the old man's cultivation level, which was difficult to surpass.And the bronze sword in his hands is far less powerful than the one in his father's hands.

After dozens of rounds, Moximen was forced into a panic, and could only dodge with the extreme speed brought to him by the big gourd under his feet.

"Old man, you have such good physical strength." Ximen complained repeatedly.

The old man sneered, his moves couldn't leave Moximen's vital point, and he wanted to snatch the bronze sword from Moximen's hand. Fortunately, Moximen had a quick reaction and took the bronze sword back in time.

"Junior, this old man disciplines you well and teaches you how to respect your elders." The old man did not forget to taunt.

"What kind of skill is it to bully a junior, if it weren't for the broken magic weapon, this young master will behead you!" Mo Ximen said loudly.

"When death is imminent, you have to use your tongue. Today, not only will you beheaded, but your father's head will also be taken off." The old man rushed forward with a smile, and the bronze spear pierced Mo Ximen's forehead.

"Ding dong!"

Even the bronze sword blocked the attack.

Zhuge Buliang stood in the distance, thinking again and again, he now has many enemies in the southern region, but he really has few friends.And this Mo Ximen, he is Mo Lin's son, and Mo Lin is a friend of Zhenlong Sanren, who has helped him many times in Kyushu.Thinking of this, Zhuge Buliang felt that Moximen could make friends.So Zhuge Buliang shouted: "Your official Ximen, come here and show you something good!"

Mo Ximen, who was dodging the attack in a panic, followed his reputation, and saw Zhuge Buliang waving at him from a distance.

"Come here, let me show you something nice." Zhuge Buliang said with a smile.

"I'm busy, didn't you see? By the way, do you still have Yin-Yang Huo? Burn this old bastard!" Mo Ximen said angrily.

"Come on, come here." Zhuge Buliang still beckoned.

Mo Ximen dodged an attack from the old man and flew towards Zhuge Buliang.

"No one can save you!" The old man also came forward with his spear in hand.

Moximen turned around and slashed a sword, forcing the old man back, then turned to look at Zhuge Bulian: "What good thing?"

Zhuge Buliang shook his hand, and a bronze sword hilt flew towards Mo Ximen.

"This is..." Ximen was taken aback, and immediately showed joy.

"What!" The old man who was chasing up from behind also let out a panic, looking at the flying bronze hilt in disbelief.

"Om..." The bronze sword body vibrated, and it even flew up to meet the bronze hilt. With a sound of "clang", the two become one, the bronze sword body and the bronze hilt are connected together, and the broken seam is actively compatible.The blue light flickered, and a complete bronze sword appeared in front of several people.

Mo Ximen was ecstatic, with a focused bronze sword, he laughed and said: "Wow, old bastard, I don't think you will die!!"