Unremarkable grandfather

The old ghost stroked his beard with his hands, and with an inscrutable look, he didn't answer directly, but just nodded.

At this moment, sword energy shot up to the sky from the sky, and the expressions of the two of them changed.

The old ghost stood up abruptly, and with a flick of his body, it turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared without a trace.

The deaf woman's reaction was a bit slow, but she followed her out quickly.

At the entrance of the village, all the people gathered here were in commotion.

The eyes of several monks on the ninth floor of the Qi Entraining Realm who were hanging in the air showed hope.

In the east, sword energy soared into the sky, exuding a piercing and sharp aura.

Just feeling it a little bit, I feel cold all over my body.

"It's a great cultivator in the Realm Condensation Realm!"

"Lin Jianzong is here!"

Among the people present, many people exclaimed.

Some people thought more, with gloating expressions on their faces, and secretly said in their hearts: "Sword cultivators are stronger than monks of the same level, let's see how the Condensed Realm of Dadi Village will deal with it!"

"You are strong enough to crush us, so what? Once the sword cultivator of Lin Jianzong comes, you will also be crushed under your feet!"

Jianguang moved from far to near, and soon came to the sky above the crowd, and landed slowly.

A group of 15 people jumped down, and everyone exuded a terrifying sword aura.

Especially for the middle-aged man who took the lead, after the sword light landed, it did not dissipate. Instead, it circled in mid-air and inserted it into the scabbard behind the man.

"I'm Zhuo Yun from Linjianzong. I'm temporarily taking over here, and the irrelevant people leave quickly!"

Zhuo Yun's voice was mighty and mighty, in everyone's ears, it was like a sharp knife, piercing the eardrums with pain.

At the entrance of the village, Zhao Chuan and other disciples of the Zhao family all changed countenance.

Looking at this person, he couldn't help but look in awe.

Zhao Chuan's expression was serious, and he took a step forward, standing in front of all the clansmen, his whole body shone with golden light, and just about to speak, he heard a long howl from far to near.

"Hahaha, Brother Zhuo, what a coincidence, I am really happy to meet you here!"

A bright light shot up into the sky, even in broad daylight, it was still clearly visible.

This is a pale light like a crescent moon, like a bright moon rising into the sky, with a chilly aura, like a knife like an arrow.

"Watching the Moon, Moon Changshui!" Zhuo Yun's footsteps paused, and his originally relaxed expression instantly became a little dignified.

The visitor quickly came to the front, there was only one person, with a fluttering white dress, and an outstanding demeanor.

When the female monks present saw it, they couldn't help but feel happy.

The battle of swords and swords has existed since ancient times. Linjianzong practiced the way of swordsmanship, while Wangyuezong practiced the moon-watching sword technique.

The knife is like the moon, and the cold is like a hook.

"Brother Yuechang, I'm here first. According to the previous agreement, this place belongs to my Linjianzong, and you must not interfere!" Zhuo Yun's body shook, and the two swords behind her were buzzing, ready to be unsheathed at any time.

Yue Changshui raised his eyebrows, his eyebrows hooked.

He was not annoyed, he just stepped on the full moon scimitar, stood in the air, his white clothes fluttered, and he was indescribably dusty.

"Brother Zhuo, you have crossed the line!" Yue Changshui only uttered a few words, which made Zhuo Yun's face gloomy again.

"Yue Changshui, as far as I know, this place doesn't belong to your Moon Sect either." The two swords behind Zhuo Yun popped out with a clang, and they turned into two streamers of light in mid-air, floating in front of him. The sword slowly lifted into the air.

"Oh? Then...defeat me, so why not give it to Lin Jianzong!" The full moon scimitar under Yue Changshui's feet flashed, and turned into ten moon-like blade lights, surrounding the whole body.

That ethereal, fairy-like demeanor made many female cultivators' hearts beat faster.

"When will it be your two fellows' turn to point fingers here in Dadi Village!" A leisurely voice came out, and the ghost old man walked out from behind the disciples of the Zhao family.

Recently, things happened one after another, which seriously affected the order of Dadi Village, which made him very unhappy.

Zhuo Yun and Yue Changshui were taken aback for a moment, and at the same time they turned their heads to look, and their eyes fell on the old ghost and the deaf woman who followed closely behind.

"Two Concentrated Realm Level [-], where do you have the confidence to say such a thing?" Zhuo Yun said disdainfully with a twitch of her mouth.

Yue Changshui frowned slightly, but said nothing.

"Where does a half-baked swordsman get his confidence?" The old ghost confronted him unceremoniously.

His words caused an uproar among the surrounding crowd.

"Is this old man looking for death? He actually talked to Jianxiu in such a tone!"

"This is a complete humiliation for Hong Guoguo, and now he is dead."

Sure enough, Zhuo Yun's face darkened, and two streamers shot out from under her feet, stabbing the old ghost.

Seeing this, the old ghost stretched out his hand to grab it, and took off the purple-rimmed black flag stuck at his waist, and was about to strike, but Lin Qin's voice came from his ear.

"This person is a sword cultivator. Although he is a half-hearted man, there is also a trace of righteousness in his true energy. Although you can beat him, it will take some means."

"The development of the village is very important. We can only use him as an example to avoid being disturbed endlessly."

"If you want to blame, blame yourself, turn to the gun."

As soon as Lin Qin's words fell, the two sword lights were imprisoned in the air by an invisible force, revealing their true bodies.

These are two long swords, one green and one blue. The swords are full of precious light. They are not extraordinary grades, but middle-grade treasures.

"How is it possible?" Zhuo Yun's complexion changed, and she couldn't help but retreat several feet away, looking at the two long swords imprisoned in the air in surprise.

The old ghost laughed, and sarcastically said: "You are still angry from embarrassment when you say you are a half-assed person. With your little cultivation, you should go back and practice for hundreds of years before you come back!"

Zhuo Yun's face changed rapidly, then she gritted her teeth and raised her hand to strike out several spells.

Every time the formula is formed, the two long swords shake violently.

However, after dozens of breaths, the long sword was still imprisoned in place, without moving a bit.

"What the hell are you doing?" Zhuo Yun's eyes were blood red, and the qi in her body was a little uncontrollable, almost spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"Want to know?" The old ghost said jokingly, "I won't tell you!"

Zhuo Yun gritted her teeth and tried every means to take back the two long swords, but it was all in vain.

at this time.

zheng...

The two long swords uttered a clatter, and they all rolled back together, transforming into two ten thousand-zhang rays of light in mid-air.

Connecting the sky and the earth, as if to cut the sky and the earth in half.

This is a kind of mighty power of heaven and earth, which integrates the general trend of the surrounding heaven and earth into the two swords.

Some people see two sword peaks.

Someone saw two long meandering rivers.

Others saw two stars falling from the void.

What Zhuo Yun saw was the sword itself.

The mountains and rivers, the general situation of the world, and even the situation of the small village behind him are all integrated into this sword.

This is an earth-shattering sword.

This is the third level of the level of magic, the general trend.

"This is..." Zhuo Yun's body and mind were taken away by this sword, and she stood there blankly, her eyes glazed over.

The two swords came to him, and he didn't notice it at all, and fell into a state of epiphany.

Lin Qin was stunned for a moment, "This person is actually a candidate for a sword cultivator, no matter what, San..."

When the two sword lights almost touched Zhuo Yun's skin, they exploded and turned into pieces of light, which dissipated with the wind.

With a clang, the two long swords were deeply inserted into the ground, leaving only the two hilts shaking violently.

Unremarkable grandfather