"What did he say? Baby? Go home?"
"This Meng Hao is crazy?"
"It's really interesting. The first time I saw such a strong man was crazy!" When Meng Hao's voice echoed, hundreds of thousands of monks were immediately surrounded, and most of them roared with laughter.
"This old man has lived so long, and it's the first time I have seen a madman like you." Liudao laughed.
Even the elder in the sword sect who fought with the blood demon ancestor in the blue shirt, also divided a ray of divine consciousness to observe below, after seeing this scene, he shook his head and smiled.
Their voices hummed and echoed, one after another, and all kinds of ridicules emerged in endlessly. Originally...the wooden sword could have been cut off the time they spoke, but as these people laughed, they quickly became surprised.
Because... The sword didn't cut down, but it stopped in midair.
This meal seemed to give the hearts of these hundreds of thousands of people a fierce meal.
Liu Dao's eyes widened, and the disciples of the Blood Demon Sect in the second light curtain seemed to be unable to breathe, staring at their Shao Zong blankly, standing outside the light curtain, waving to the heaven-shaking supreme wooden sword.
In the sky, the ancestor of the sword sect, who was fighting with the blood demon ancestor, was already ecstatic in his heart, but at this moment, as the wooden sword stopped, his heart shook.
This wooden sword stopped ten feet above Meng Hao, and the power of the years caused the surrounding area to wither, and even the second layer of light curtain was also distorted, as if only a light touch, in this state, it would be instantaneous. Crashed in time.
But Meng Hao... Under the wooden sword, he was not affected at all.
And that wooden sword seemed to be alive in itself, as if hesitated, after pausing in mid-air, there seemed to be a stream of light walking around the sword.
The six faces changed, this scene made him feel incredible, completely beyond his imagination, even if he was once the pinnacle of the question, once the ancestor of an ancestor, he was still shocked by this scene.
He couldn't understand why Yi Jianzong's inheritance is the treasure, why... would pause in front of Meng Hao, and hesitated like this.
Even if he racked his brains, he couldn't imagine the answer inside.
"Impossible!" Six Dao gritted their teeth fiercely, their cultivation base roared, and they controlled them with all their strength, but the wooden sword didn't react at all, ignored him, and even actively cut the connection.
This scene immediately caused Liu Dao's complexion to change again.
Hundreds of thousands of people around them opened their eyes wide, looking at the things they might not encounter in their lives. Among them, the monks from the Sword Sect, everyone's expressions were full of weirdness.
That is the treasure of their sword sect inheritance, that is the symbol of their sword sect, and that is the foundation of their sword sect!
And the most shocking thing was not them, but the elder in the swordsman's blue shirt in mid-air. He couldn't believe it continuously. If there was a thunder roar in his mind, he would not hesitate to bear the supernatural powers of the blood demon ancestor, spewing blood, and his body would gallop. Backing away, there was the blood mist of the blood demon ancestor all around him. He couldn't rush out. At this moment, he could only draw out his hands and point at the wooden sword with all his strength.
"One bamboo sword, come back!!" The green shirt old man pinched the Jue, and roared.
Immediately, the wooden sword shook, as if it had some influence, the old man in the green shirt sank in his heart, and the sense of badness was so strong to the extreme, because in the past, as long as he pinches a finger, the bamboo sword will immediately fly back, but now It was just a shock.
"Damn it, how could this happen!!" The old man in Qingshan pinched the tactics again, even spouting a mouthful of blood. He couldn't help but worry, because this was the treasure of his sword sect. If he was taken away, he would be the sword sect. Sinner.
"You were refined by my One Sword Sect, I obtained it from the Ancient Daohu Lake at the beginning of my Sword Sect, and you were personally refined into a sword by my ancestors of the First Sword Sect!"
"You belong to my swordsman!"
"One bamboo sword, come back to me!!" The old man in Qingshan roared, as the blood spurted out, the connection between him and this sword seemed to work in an instant, and the wooden sword buzzed in the air. , Backed out several feet.
The moment the old man in Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief, the wooden sword suddenly stopped, and the old man in Qingshan shook his heart again.
"You were born in my One Sword Sect, and have been enshrined by countless disciples of my Sword Sect for many years. In order to make you spiritual, we have spent thousands of years of accumulation. In order to make you sharper, our whole Sword Sect is helping you! !"
"You you you... You come back!!" The old man in Qingshan was anxious, but the blood mist blocked him and he couldn't rush out. At this moment, he roared, spouting blood again, at the expense of his life, he pointed at the wooden sword again.
But the finger fell, the wooden sword didn't wait for any reaction...
"Have you played enough, don't come back again, let's see how I go home to clean up you!" Meng Hao's face was serious, and he almost shouted.
As soon as Meng Hao’s words came out, the wooden sword in mid-air trembled fiercely, and the connection with the old man in the green shirt was cut off instantly, and he went straight to Meng Hao, and appeared around Meng Hao in the blink of an eye. When he kept circling around, there was a sword. Ming came out, seeming to cheer, seem to please, and miss.
In this scene, anyone can see that this sword... clearly belongs to Meng Hao!
Liudao widened his eyes, almost spitting out a mouthful of old blood.
Hundreds of thousands of cultivators all around breathed in, and was completely shocked by Meng Hao.
The disciples of the Sword Sect stayed there one by one, staring blankly at the supremacy of their sect. They were very aloof and arrogant treasures. They were actually around Meng Hao, as if Sa Huan, it was clear that they recognized Meng Hao as the master. Look like.
"I must have not woken up..."
"Then... Is that the treasure of our Jianzong inheritance?"
"This... What's going on..." Yi Jianzong's disciple, his mind buzzed, but at the moment the most unbelievable thing was the old man in blue shirt in mid-air.
There was madness in his eyes, more grievances, and finally turned into terrible anger. Just as he was about to say something, he spewed a big mouthful of blood, and his body became a lot older all of a sudden.
He couldn't understand, he couldn't understand, how could this sword recognize Meng Hao as its master!
In his opinion, this was inconceivable and subverted the mind, as if in his mind, set off a huge wave.
"How could this happen!!" The ancestor Qingshan roared, and he was going to rush into the blood fog if he was crazy. He wanted to hold the wooden sword in his hand, and asked the spirit of the wooden sword, why did it do this, and why he had to betray a sword. Zong, why do you want to recognize this Meng Hao who has only met once
"This is my sword of Jianzong!!!"
"Your sword? You call it, does it promise." When Meng Hao spoke lightly, his right hand was raised, and the wooden sword flew in an instant, and fell gently in the palm of his hand, even more so in Meng Hao's palm. Go up, jumping constantly, seeming to be extremely excited.
"You!!" The old man in the blue shirt of Jianzong almost spewed blood again. He was angry and attacked. At this moment, let alone ask the peak's cultivation base, even if he is an immortal, he cannot withstand such a blow and loss.
Especially... the look of the wooden sword sahuan made the old man in green shirt feel that his heart was stabbed fiercely, because this sword is here and needs to be confessed. I have never seen this sword actually have it. Such a scene.
"Stop making trouble, go kill him!" Meng Hao also noticed that one of the several swords he had buried at the beginning actually gave birth to a sword spirit, but fortunately, his original methods are still effective, make sure With this sword, no matter how many hands you turn, as long as you see yourself, you will immediately admit that you are its first master.
When speaking at this moment, Meng Hao pointed to the six ancestors.
Six Dao ancestors made a chuckle in his heart, his complexion changed drastically, and his body galloped back. But before he could retreat much, the wooden sword flew out in an instant, the speed is unimaginable, and it exudes the power of astonishing years. The place, nothingness is distorted, and even some monks who are close to this sword wither in an instant visible to the naked eye, as if countless years have passed, and some people die instantly.
"Damn it!" The six ancestors' complexion changed, and the whole body's cultivation erupted in a low roar, but during the eruption, it was only between the early and mid-stage of the question, and it could not be improved too much. He could only control the incense burner to appear in an instant, blocking in the front, booming. With a sound, the wooden sword pierced directly on the incense burner.
The roar continued, cracks appeared in this incense burner, and even some signs of vicissitudes appeared, and even some signs of decay appeared, making Liudao heartache, but he did not dare to put it away, because he was shocked to discover that this sword was just emitting The fluctuations in the years made him a lot of age. Once he was stabbed by this sword, he could imagine that his lifespan would be completely cut off immediately.
In this panic, his body kept retreating, because he used a special secret method to urge his cultivation base, what he feared the most... was the erasure of the years.
And the hundreds of thousands of cultivators around were all shocked. They didn't dare to step forward and all backed up, making Meng Hao alone and a sword outside the second light curtain, making everyone back thousands of feet. Dare to step forward the slightest.
"Damn!!"
"Friends of Daoist Swordsman, Old Ancestor Jin Han, and Li Yuanlei, if the three of you don't take action again, the old man will take out the remnant soul to block it!!" Seeing the more and more cracks in the incense burner in front of him, the old ancestor Liu roared immediately.
He had just finished speaking. Suddenly, the incense burner in front of him collapsed. At the moment when the wooden sword galloped in, the six roads roared up to the sky, and immediately his body burst open, allowing the wooden sword to penetrate.
But there was a ray of soul that flew out in an instant, turning into a river of souls, not a soul in it, but a hundred thousand remnants of soul!
When hundreds of thousands of remnant souls flew out together, the old man in the blue shirt of Jianzong in the sky suddenly burned with a flame. This flame was the fire of his life. When it suddenly burned, his cultivation base roared and the whole person It turned into a long rainbow, rushing away from the blood mist of the blood demon ancestor, fighting for the injury, went straight to Meng Hao's wooden sword, when his right hand was raised, he seemed to have turned into a sword!
"Meng Hao, kid, die to me!!"
Meng Hao's eyes flashed, before he could kill the six hundred thousand remnants of the six realms, the wooden sword flew back, his body galloped back, and at the moment that Jianzong Qingshan elder chased him, he retreated into the second light curtain.
And the ancestor of the sword sect Qingshan, not only did not slow down, but faster, piercing the light curtain.
"Break!"
The blood demon ancestor's eyes shone murderously, but the Li Xian clone made him feel a headache. This clone is no longer the peak of the question, but a step beyond it, which is comparable to a pseudo-celestial.
When he frowned, in the Blood Demon Mountain and in the cave, his deity's eyes suddenly opened. A drop of blood in the blood pool flew out in an instant. After flying directly out of the cave, it suddenly spread, and the first layer of light was blown away. The second light curtain was dyed blood in an instant.
boom!
The blood-colored light curtain survivingly blocked an angry blow from the ancestor of Jianzong Qingshan.