Yu Xiyi, although his words are unpleasant, he is still a good person.

Thinking of this, Chen Chao suddenly remembered something again and said with a smile, "Yu Xiyi, do you still remember your loss to me?"

There was silence for a moment on the other side of the sky, and then an angry voice came, "I, Yu Xiyi, am not as good as Chen Chao!"

Chen Chao laughed loudly, this guy is keeping his word.

But immediately, two words floated under the curtain, "That's weird!"

Chen Chao yelled, "Your uncle!"

Xu Bai didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The guardian envoy's heart was still... sincere.

However, this scene was not that simple in the eyes of the many swordsmen who were watching. The identity of the swordsman on the sky screen was almost certain, and he was Yu Xiyi.

There is probably no other swordsman in this world who would be as happy as this one.

So since he was joking with the young man in black shirt standing on the ground, and considering the other person's clothes, his identity was self-evident.

The other sword cultivators subconsciously took a few steps back. The sword cultivator who was the closest here was now drenched in cold sweat.

Beads of sweat as big as soybeans continued to drip from his forehead, and his whole body looked like he had just been fished out of the water.

Damn it, is this really the young guard?

What about what he did in the restaurant before?

Jian Xiu's heart was filled with despair. It was over. This sect had been implicated by him. He probably had to die with the old dog he had raised.

Just when the sword cultivator's mind went blank, the young man over there even turned his head to take a look and asked, "Is it hot?"

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…

The old man took the sword dragon with him, rolled up the monstrous sword energy, and left from the sky above Sanchi Town. In an instant, he was thousands of miles away.

The terrifying sword energy kept tearing apart the sea of ​​clouds here, and then tore out a road to the sky.

The old man stood on the blade of the weeds, which kept trembling, seemingly dissatisfied.

The old man laughed and cursed in a low voice, "You guy, you have a bad temper. Your sword master is willing to lend you to me, but you are still not willing? Don't you know that today I will use you as the main sword and then hand out a sword?"

Sword, even if it means giving your sword master a fortune?"

The old man's heart-to-heart words were not exaggerated in the slightest, but were actually so real that after the weeds trembled again, they became quiet.

Seeing this, the old man chuckled and murmured, "A century-old sword, such a good flying sword, I have never used it before."

Although at this level, especially after reaching this age, it doesn’t really matter what the flying sword is in your hand, but any swordsman, when he was young and practicing swordsmanship, wouldn’t want to hold the sharpest sword in the world and become the invincible sword in the world.

Immortal?

At this moment, the old man thought that since it was the last time he would draw a sword in this life, he would do it according to his own wishes.

Half a day later, the old man was already less than a few hundred miles away from the sword cultivator. When he turned around, he saw that the sword cultivators who were following him had actually been left far behind.

There was only a speck of sword light that looked like a speck of dust, growing in size far away.

That is Yu Xiyi.

As a swordsman, Yu Xiyi's sword-wielding speed must be faster than that of many sword cultivators. There is no doubt about this.

The old man raised his eyebrows, this guy is quite good.

Although the Sword Sect is far ahead, the old man has no intention of going forward. As the only sect in the world that is full of swordsmen, the Sword Sect has been very mysterious over the years. Almost no outsiders know where the Sword Sect is.

Although the old man never regarded himself as a disciple of Jian Zong, he had been there for a long time after all. If he said that he had no feelings for Jian Zong, it would actually be a lie.

What's more, this last sword fight is just a battle with the Sword Sect leader, so it's not that troublesome.

The old man hovered in mid-air, was silent for a moment, and said loudly, "Old man, I have lost to you twelve times in sword competitions. Now I have my last breath left. I ask you again if you dare to take the sword!"

"

This sentence was uttered based on the mighty sword energy, which could be heard everywhere. At this moment, the sword energy was billowing.

Those sword cultivators who have not yet arrived here can also hear these words from a distance.

As soon as the old man said these words, the world became quiet, and everything was silent, waiting for someone to respond.

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The sword sect hanging in the world was surrounded by sword energy. At this moment, the sword energy was greatly disturbed. Many sword cultivators raised their heads and were quite shocked when they heard these words.

They all knew about the Luting Sword Immortal's descent from the mountain, and they felt quite regretful at the time. After all, such a great sword Immortal would eventually die of old age. However, they did not expect that not long after the old Sword Immortal came down from the mountain, he

Still unwilling to give in, he proposed to fight his own clan leader.

But as the old swordsman said, we have already lost twelve times. Is this thirteenth sword show necessary?

Isn’t this the result?

But the other party was a great swordsman after all. The sword cultivators did not speak, but some looked at the back mountain, expecting their sect master's reply.

The sect leader has been in seclusion for a long time since he returned last time.

In the back mountain, in a seemingly ordinary cave, after a long period of silence, footsteps gradually began to sound. A tall man with long black and white hair came to the door of the cave and glanced ahead.

The sea of ​​rolling clouds blocks the view.

"Yang Luting, are you still unwilling to give in in the end?"

After a while, the voice of the Sword Sect leader came out. It was very plain, and there was no edge in it.

The sound was not loud, but it still came out clearly.

"Old man, don't say too much. Do you dare to fight with me again? Your sword has been enlightened to nine points, and it has never been perfect. But I am a dying man, and I have really understood something more powerful than your sword.

A good sword, don’t you want to see it?”

The old man's voice sounded, and these words alone were enough to arouse the interest of the Sword Sect's leader.

In today's world, who doesn't know that the master of the Sword Sect is obsessed with the way of swordsmanship, and in order to understand the most powerful sword, the master did not hesitate to stay in seclusion for many years.

The leader of the Sword Sect stood with his hands behind his back and did not speak in a hurry. He just glanced at the sea of ​​clouds quietly, and even stretched out his hand to pull a wisp of cloud energy, letting it change shapes in the palm of his hand.

After a full quarter of an hour, the leader of the Sword Sect smiled and said, "In a short time, there were twelve sword fights. In fact, at the end, I was very disappointed with you. You shouldn't be like this, but since you took the initiative to mention the thirteenth sword today."

times, then I will come and see again to see what you have realized, and whether it is completely different from the previous twelve times."

As these words were spoken, the Sword Sect leader walked out of the cave and walked slowly in mid-air. In an instant, he was already in the sea of ​​clouds.

"I, a disciple of the Sword Sect, stop everything and go out to observe the sword."

The leader of the Sword Sect is leaving

In the sea of ​​clouds, although I still doubted whether Yang Luting would have that brand-new sword in my previous words, my words at this moment could actually express what the Sword Sect leader was thinking.

If you think Yang Luting's last sword is no different from before, why bother asking all the disciples in the sect to watch the sword.

After a period of twelve sword duels, the master of the sword sect actually still had some different feelings for Yang Luting. At least he didn't take it for granted that the other party used all his strength to use his sword every time these twelve times.

He repaid the favor of saving his life, and the Sword Sect Master actually didn't want to walk with him to the highest peak of swordsmanship.

Unfortunately, in this world, everyone's path is different. It's hard to say whether they can reach the highest point or when they will stop.

The leader of the Sword Sect left the Sword Sect.

Countless sword cultivators behind him rose up from the ground and turned into streaks of sword light and swept away.

Among them, dozens of sword rays were extremely strong.

This scene is actually spectacular.

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Outside the Sword Sect, a hundred miles away, the old man closed his eyes and meditated. A young swordsman had already rushed here out of breath. Looking at the sword dragon in front of him, the young swordsman couldn't help but cursed, why hasn't the fight started yet?

The old man seemed to have heard what the young swordsman was saying. He narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Silly boy, this last sword strike must be done with great pomp. Besides, the sword watchers haven't come yet. If I draw the sword right now, what will happen?"

Can you hear the bystanders shouting that it’s amazing?”

Yu Xiyi looked helpless, "Wouldn't you feel embarrassed if my last sword failed miserably?"

At this moment, he didn't care anymore. He just called me brother and that was it.

The old man didn't care and just said calmly, "I will be dead by then. It will be embarrassing and so on. How can someone still tell me this every day in front of my grave?"

Yu Xiyi couldn't help but laugh, but at the same time he patted his chest and promised, "If there is such a bad thing, don't worry, brother, I will beat him until his mother will not recognize him."

The old man laughed it off.

The sword light behind him was like grains of rice, full of grains.

A sword energy flashed in front of him, cutting across the air.

At the same time, countless sword lights came from over there.

Yu Xiyi raised his head and tutted, "Brother, the scene is so grand. There seem to be more than a dozen sword immortals watching the sword here!"
To be continued...