Chapter 2080

"Don't worry, there's a dragon master here. See how I can subdue this little broken sword into a sword slave."

Xiao Hei patted his chest and said confidently, that is, he swept out, summoned the blood fairy sword and chased up with it.

I don't know if thunder fire sword and blood fairy sword are the reasons for swords. The sword light storm around doesn't seem to stop these two guys at all. On the contrary, Zhuo Wen's body shape is repeatedly blocked and his speed can't be raised at all.

However, Zhuo Wen's divine sense always pays attention to thunder fire sword and blood fairy sword.

"Lord long, where do you need your horse to break the sword? Look, little Xuezi, help you catch it."

The blood fairy sword said a word to Xiao Hei, which was to catch up with the broken sword.

The speed of breaking the sword did not speed up, but turned the sword humanized, looked up and down at the blood fairy sword, as if thinking that there were no such strange two swords in the ancient sword tomb.

"Ha ha, let me catch you!"

The blood fairy smiled grimly, urged the sword body to rush to the broken sword and cut it down impolitely.

The blood fairy was very satisfied with his sword. In his opinion, it was enough to blow the seemingly ordinary and even broken sword into powder.

But soon, the blood fairy's face became very stiff, and then he screamed and flew backward, and the whole sword body looked very dim.

Buzz!

The broken sword howled fiercely, as if angry. Suddenly, the sword light storm around was much more terrible. Then the broken sword swept out fiercely, as fast as light, and cut a sword at the blood immortal.

"So fast!"

Zhuo Wen's eyes were slightly frozen. The broken sword looked ordinary, but it was so terrible.

The blood fairy screamed and cried for her father and mother. She also felt the threat of death and retreated again and again.

Bang!

The thunder fire sword crossed in front of the blood fairy and blocked the broken sword.

Thunder fire sword and broken sword fly backwards for tens of meters at the same time, facing each other from a distance.

"Little Xuezi, you help me. It's not easy to break the sword. Damn it, it's so terrible!" Xiao Hei's eyes were dignified.

The blood fairy nodded weakly and suffered a little just now. This guy has to be obedient and dare not rush in front of Lei Huojian again.

Of course, the blood fairy scolded him. He always scolded the broken sword for pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, which made him miserable.

Whoosh!

Xiao Hei screamed like brown sugar and swept to the broken sword.

However, Xiao Hei is very smart. Instead of facing the broken sword head-on, he fought guerrilla warfare with it.

Since Xiao Hei used up all the thunder fire energy given by Ziwei Xingjun in the thunder fire sword, this guy is a little timid. Once there is some trouble, he will never dare to go up and work hard by himself, but let Zhuo Wen go up first and then.

Now Xiao Hei still adheres to this principle. First drag the strange broken sword, and then give it to Zhuo Wen when Zhuo Wen catches up.

Buzzing, buzzing!

Xiao Hei's cheeky playing method made the broken sword extremely angry. He saw the broken sword howl and burst out terrible sword Qi. He immediately blocked all around the thunder fire sword, and then turned into sword light and swept straight towards the thunder fire sword.

"Shit, this cunning guy..."

Xiao Hei scolded, but he had no choice but to face the light of the broken sword.

Bang!

The terrible Mars burst out, then Xiao Hei screamed, and then flew backward, and the brilliance on its surface became more and more dim.

The broken sword is a quiver of the sword body, which stabilizes the sword body and continues to rush towards the thunder fire sword.

"Master..."

The blood fairy shouted, but he shrank aside and didn't mean to protect the Lord at all.

At this moment, Zhuo Wen still swept close to him. Ziyao Xinghe divine sword fiercely cut the past and used the seventh sword of destroying Dao sword to swim Taixu.

The esoteric swordsmanship turned into a purple light.

To Zhuo Wen's surprise, the broken sword cut at will and completely broke his sword move.

Zhuo Wen's eyes showed the color of fruit determination, and instantly broke 300 divine soul galaxies. The huge divine consciousness condensed into a point, attached to the soul absorbing divine needle, turned into a touch of golden light, and blasted heavily on the broken sword.

Bang!

The action of the broken sword became stiff, as if time was still.

Seeing this scene, Zhuo Wen's eyes were full of fine awns. He immediately took out the marrow of the sky and stars. After swallowing a drop, the spirit instantly recovered and broke 300 spirit galaxies again. The terrible divine consciousness was once again applied to the Dementor needle.

Bang bang!

Zhuo Wen broke the divine soul Galaxy again and again and swallowed the marrow of the sky again and again. This was repeated ten times in a row. For the tenth time, the Dementor divine needle was broken into powder because it could not bear the terrible power of divine knowledge.

The broken sword is a continuous retrogression. The body of the broken sword is more incomplete and the breath becomes listless.

Zhuo Wen's eyes showed joy. With a move of his right hand, his powerful divine power turned into a giant hand and squeezed the broken sword in the palm of his hand.

Then, Zhuo Wen made a series of prohibitions with the prohibition of all things, and completely mastered the broken sword he wanted to struggle with.

After putting away the broken sword, Zhuo Wen swept out the sword light storm.

"It's only three times in vain. Who is qualified to have an ancient sword? Bring it to me!"

Zhuo Wen just swept out of the sword light storm, a ferocious voice came. Not far away, a middle-aged man, like a cheetah, came quickly and impolitely to Zhuo Wen's killer.

At the same time, in other directions, several figures also swept away and came one after another towards Zhuo Wen. They were also dead hands and did not intend to keep Zhuo Wen alive at all.

Because the broken sword in Zhuo Wen's hand is too shabby, there are not many monks this time.

Even if it's a shot, it's also those friars of Xutian with general accomplishments. Those arrogant and powerful friars of Xutian really don't want to shoot for such a bad looking broken sword.

There were more than ten of them, almost all of them were dead, and they were scrambling to be the first. They didn't intend to keep Zhuo Wen alive at all.

Zhuo Wen's mouth was full of sneers, and the Wushi demon gold sword offered 24 handles.

It's really not worth Zhuo Wen to use all the Wushi magic golden swords to deal with more than a dozen friars of Xutian with low accomplishments.

Pooh!

Pooh!

Twenty four Wushi magic gold swords crossed mysterious tracks in the void and constantly staggered to form a terrible killing vortex. Under this killing vortex, all the more than ten friars were hanged into a blood mist, and those who died could not die again.

Zhuo Wen's blood rained all over the sky, and Zhuo Wen's divine power formed a barrier to block the falling blood rain around him. It looked very strange and frightening.

Zhuo Wen's move immediately surprised many monks around.

The friars who had planned to take action stopped one after another and didn't dare to mess around.

After all, the broken sword in Zhuo Wen's hand is really ordinary. It's really unnecessary to offend such a strong man because of such a broken sword.

Emperor Ling raised his eyebrows, looked at Zhuo Wen more, and muttered to himself, "it seems that it's really like Yao Xiong said. This son is not simple, his strength is not weak, and his spirit is still so strong. My grasp of Luoshen palace is a little greater this time."

Zhuo Wen sat cross legged on a rock, with the broken sword lying across his knee, and the divine consciousness silently extended into the broken sword.

He always felt that the broken sword was unusual. After all, when he was chasing the broken sword, the broken sword controlled the sword light storm to stop him. It seemed that the broken sword was the king of countless ancient swords, and other ancient swords dared not follow.

Zhuo Wen scanned the broken sword inside and outside, and suddenly stopped at the fracture of the broken sword.

At this fracture, there is a very small hole.

The hole was so dark that it seemed unfathomable and difficult to detect to the bottom.

Zhuo Wen's divine sense explored for dozens of breath in this small hole, and his look suddenly became cautious.

Because he noticed a space barrier at the end of the small hole.

Zhuo Wen is too familiar with this space barrier, because there is also such a space barrier at the entrance of the body world.

There is such a space barrier at the end of the small hole. Zhuo Wen naturally knows what it means, that is, at the other end of the space barrier, there is a small world.

Zhuo Wen didn't expect that the broken sword really contains heaven and earth, and it is still a small world. Isn't there anything left by the ancient sword king in this small world?

Thinking of this, Zhuo Wen's divine sense moved slightly, and immediately passed through the space barrier and entered the other end of the barrier.

The space was dark and empty. I'm afraid the only thing was a huge irregular stone standing in the center of the dark space.

In the center of the stone, there is a sentence written in seal script.

Zhuo Wen glanced a little and found that what was written on the stone was a powerful sword technique.

Moreover, the art of controlling the sword is not to control a divine sword, but thousands of divine swords. The art of controlling the sword is called qianjianyu.

It is said that once you learn the thousand sword rain, you can control the 9999 ancient swords forged by the ancient sword holy king.

The reason why the ancient sword king of that year tirelessly forged so many ancient swords is actually because of the thousand sword rain.

It is also recorded on the stone that the thousand sword rain was not created by the ancient sword king, but inadvertently obtained.

It is precisely because of the sword control skill of thousand sword rain that the ancient sword holy king will rise rapidly and finally become the strongest person in the extreme West. Even if you look at the great Brahman and star regions, they are incomparably strong.

Zhuo Wen's eyes narrowed slightly, but his heart pounded.

Although he didn't finish reading it, he could already feel the horror of the art of defending the sword.

Just think, if you can control 9999 divine swords, and the quality of each divine sword is the best choice, it can be imagined that the power produced by so many divine swords will be extremely terrible.

"You must learn how to resist the sword..."

Zhuo Wen put away his divine consciousness and his eyes were full of excitement.