The middle-aged man is still sharpening his divine sword, very slowly and slowly, but he is very careful and patient. Every time he sharpens it, he will carefully glance at the blade.
Li Qiye stood there, quietly watching the middle-aged man grinding the iron sword. He was also very patient and watched with gusto. It seemed that the middle-aged man was grinding the sword. It was a very beautiful landscape. People never get tired of it.
In fact, as long as the Taoism is deep enough and powerful enough, and when you look carefully at the middle-aged man polishing the divine sword, you will indeed find that every movement and every detail of the middle-aged man grinding the divine sword is all It is full of rhythm. When you can enter the middle-aged man’s avenue, you will find that what the middle-aged man polishes is not the magic sword in his hand. What he polishes is his own avenue.
"I'm already a dead person." After polishing the divine sword for a long time, the middle-aged man came up with such a sentence and said: "You don't need to wait."
When this happens, if there are other people around, you will be shocked. If you look carefully, the middle-aged man who smelters and strikes iron in front of you can't see any signs. It looks like It is quite normal, it can even be said that he is a living person.
In fact, the same is true. Before Jian Yuan, many monks and powerful monks had also seen this middle-aged man in front of them. No one saw any vision. In everyone’s eyes, this middle-aged man was just a man. The mysterious person has nothing to do with the dead at all.
In fact, the middle-aged man in front of me, including all the middle-aged men who smelt and smelt iron at the scene, is indeed that none of the thousands of middle-aged men here are alive, all are dead.
Because the original body of the middle-aged man was already dead, so the middle-aged men who looked alive before him were nothing more than the incarnations of death.
However, a dead person can still survive here, and it is no different from a living person. What a weird thing and what an incredible thing it is, I am afraid that many monks and strong men will see it with their own eyes. See, I won't believe such a thing.
Moreover, if you don't click it, all the monk powerhouses don't know that the middle-aged men who look like alive in front of them are just the incarnation of the living dead.
In fact, one after another middle-aged men in front of them, people can't see any flaws at all, nor can they see any difference between them and the living people
However, no matter how realistic, the middle-aged man in front of him is indeed dead.
It’s just that this middle-aged man is too powerful and too terrifying. Even if hundreds of millions of years have passed, time can’t polish his existence. Therefore, a dead person like him still survives like a living person. it's here.
How unimaginable this is, how incredible it is.
Li Qiye was not surprised at all about this. In fact, he knew the truth even if he didn't look at it.
"Dead, there is nothing wrong." Li Qiye said lightly.
"Yes." The middle-aged man sharpened his divine sword, and rarely nodded in agreement with Li Qiye, and said, "A lot better than you, a dying person."
In this case, speaking from the mouth of a middle-aged man, it seems very unlucky. After all, a dead person said that you are a dying person. If you hear this, any strong monk will be horrified.
However, Li Qiye reacted very calmly, smiled faintly, and said: "This makes sense, but I, a dying person, have to struggle a bit, maybe, struggle, struggle, and live again. It's down. Life lies in endless tossing."
The middle-aged man didn't answer Li Qiye's words. He still grinds his divine sword in a rustle.
Don't know how long it took, the middle-aged man glanced at the sword to see if the heat was enough.
"What is your sustenance?" After aiming at the sword, the middle-aged man suddenly said such a sentence.
Li Qiye couldn't help but smiled and said: "You trust the sword, not only because it is sharp, nor is it that you need it, but its existence is of extraordinary significance to you."
In fact, this middle-aged man was so powerful that he was terribly powerful during his lifetime, and the world was unimaginable.
At his level of existence, in fact, he didn't need a sword at all. He was the most powerful and terrifying sword in his own right, but he still created one after another invincible swords.
For a middle-aged man, he doesn't necessarily need such a magic sword. After all, he is already invincible between his pitchers and his feet. He is the sharpest and most powerful magic sword.
In spite of this, this middle-aged man still created an unparalleled sword again and again.
It's not that he needs the magic sword, the sword is the craftsman, and the craftsman is the sword, it is just his sustenance.
"How about you?" the middle-aged man still asked.
Li Qiye didn't reply immediately, just looking at the sword in the middle-aged man's hand, looking fascinated.
"I forgot." I don't know how long it took before Li Qiye answered the middle-aged man's words.
"You can't let it go." In the end, the middle-aged man continued to sharpen the divine sword in his hand.
However, Li Qiye could understand, but he didn't answer the middle-aged man's words.
"This is your weakness." After a long time, the middle-aged man gently wiped the divine sword and slowly said such a sentence.
"Sword, is your weakness?" Li Qiye asked.
The middle-aged man was silent for a while, and did not answer Li Qiye's words.
"Suspense, it makes you firmer and stronger." Li Qiye said lightly: "Without sustenance, there is no restraint. What can't be done? There are so many in the darkness, how can they stand in the darkness at the beginning? Yes? It's just doing nothing, without self."
"Good point." The middle-aged man was silent, and finally he couldn't help but praise.
This was heard by others, or it was just a groaning without illness, in fact, it was really the case.
Whether it is Li Qiye or a middle-aged man, he is already strong enough to influence the rise and fall of a world and an era, and can change over millions of years. It can be said that a huge and incomparable empire can be wiped out in ashes, or a small person can rise to invincibility... It can destroy the world and reshape order.
So powerful, it can be said that you can do whatever you want, do whatever you want, and can restrain their existence like this, but in one heart, what they need is a kind of sustenance.
"So, I can't let go, it's not my weakness." Li Qiye said lightly: "It will make me stronger. The gods and demons, and even the thief, are so powerful, and I will destroy them."
"But, it's not necessarily possible." The middle-aged man carefully admired the magic sword in his hand. The magic sword was white, blowing hair and broken gold. It was definitely an extremely rare magic sword, and it was unparalleled in the world.
"I want to do it, it must be feasible." Li Qiye said such a sentence lightly, but such an understatement is loud and sound, extremely firm. No one or anything can change it or shake it.
"Someone is looking for you." At this moment, the middle-aged man made such a sentence.
"I know, I'm looking for him too." Li Qiye couldn't help but smile. He didn't feel pressure at all, he was relaxed, and everything was taken care of.
"So, you are looking for me." The middle-aged man is not surprised.
Li Qiye smiled and said slowly: "If my news is right, in the age that was so far away, in the chaos, you had a battle with him."
The middle-aged man was silent for a while, and finally, he said slowly: "Yes, so, I'm dead."
"Although the sword fairy is dead, the sword is not dead." Li Qiye said lightly.
Sword Immortal, even the middle-aged man in front of him, no one in the world knows Sword Immortal, nor has he heard of Sword Immortal.
Are there immortals in the world? There is no immortal in the world, but the middle-aged man is named Jianxian. However, those who know him think that there is nothing inappropriate.
It can be imagined how powerful he is and how terrifying it is.
However, even if he was as powerful as him and invincible as him, he was eventually defeated and died tragically in the hands of that person.
"You know him, I'm afraid you don't know you as well as him." The middle-aged man said slowly.
Li Qiye smiled and said, "This is, it seems, I have been following for a long time. It is not surprising to dig three feet of the ancestral grave. Therefore, I also want to ask you about it."
The middle-aged man was silent for a while, and finally, slowly said: "I know, it may not be useful to you. Time is too far away, and it has long been like humans."
"It's better than ignorance." Li Qiye smiled.
The middle-aged man couldn't help being silent. Finally, he nodded and said slowly: "What do you want to know?"
"I want to know the specific circumstances of your battle with him." Li Qiye said slowly, and when he said such words, he looked very serious and solemn.
"That battle." As soon as he mentioned the past, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up instantly, and the sword glow broke out. In this instant, the middle-aged man didn't need to explode any breath, he slightly revealed a trace of sword. Meaning, it has already crushed the gods and demons of the heavens, this has been invincible forever, the invincible generation for millions of years, under such a sword intent, that is nothing but a trembling ant.
Invincible, if someone feels such a sword intent here at this moment, that is the sword that truly understands what invincible is.
At this moment, the middle-aged man's eyes lit up, revealing his sword light.
There is no doubt that at this moment, he is also thinking back to the battle that year. This was the most brilliant battle in his life. Even if he died in battle, it would be no regrets.