Fantasy: There Is Something Wrong With This Beastmaster

That Sword Ray was sent out by these billions of spiritual swords, even he, the master of Hidden Sword Peak, couldn't stop it.

After Sword Ray, the billions of spirit swords uttered sword sounds.

Those eyes were horrified, and if they turned into a human form, they would definitely look very shocked.

"What? Do you want to help the eight-handed fairy swords condense?! Even if you shatter yourself?"

The giant eyes trembled, revealing a humanized reluctance: "It will become powder! You will become powder if you do this! The brand of swordsmanship will also disappear completely!"

But what responded to him was the firm sword cry of those spirit swords, determined to condense the embryonic form of these eight immortal swords, just like meeting their destination, even if they were turned into powder.

In the sky, those giant eyes trembled angrily, like an angry child.

"Die! Die! Let's see who will avenge you! I don't want to watch this Hidden Sword Peak either! Love whoever!"

The giant eyes in the sky are like an angry child, and the tone is extremely aggrieved.

And this is not over yet, under the Hidden Sword Peak, the broken sword that has been buried for an unknown number of years appears.

At this moment, when Yiwan Lingjian saw the broken sword, he jumped up for joy.

"Old man! Are you angry at me too?"

Broken Sword turned into the light and shadow of an old man, ignoring the giant eyes, and went straight through the Jade Immortal Sword Formation, to Qin Luo and Xiao Hei.

"A resonant sword god body? Hehe! I have a successor to Yuntianzong."

Both Qin Luo and Xiao Hei saluted the old man respectfully.

"Meet the senior!"

The old man transformed by the broken sword waved his hand and looked at Zhang Bujun again.

"Are you unwilling?"

Zhang Bujun shook his head: "Senior, Bujun is not unwilling, but very fortunate."

The old man smiled knowingly: "That's very good."

After finishing speaking, the old man looked up at the sky again, and said with a calm smile, "What? Are you still crying?"

The giant eyes disappeared in the sky, and a little chubby spirit body appeared, with arms crossed, squatting in the sky, crying with red eyes.

"snort!"

Little Fatty snorted coldly, as if responding to the old man's words.

The old man stepped forward, came to the little fat pier, touched the latter's head, but was slapped away.

"I've been touched by you so much that I can't grow taller! Damn old man!"

The old man smiled lightly, and then looked at the prototype of the eight-handed fairy sword that was the leader among the hundreds of millions of sword dances.

"Waiting for countless years, finally waiting for the inheritor."

The little fat pier got up immediately, and hurriedly said: "Don't tell me, you want to blend in too?!"

The old man looked at him: "Otherwise? Is it possible that I have to wait for Ten Thousand Years again?"

Little Fatty was in a hurry, and hugged the old man with tears and snot running down his face.

"What about me? What about me? If you all merge in, won't I be alone?"

The old man joked: "Isn't it just right? Since you were born, you have been trapped in this Hidden Sword Peak, and now you can get rid of the shackles and go see the outside world."

The little chubby turned his head: "I don't want to! I just want to stay in Hidden Sword Peak, chatting and bickering with you old man every day."

The old man tore away the chubby man who was tightly hugging him: "You were conceived from the incomplete spirits of hundreds of millions of spiritual swords in this Hidden Sword Peak. you."

The little fat man didn't speak any more, just snorted coldly.

Immediately afterwards, he threatened again: "If you dare to abandon me, I will kill that kid later."

The old man laughed loudly: "Okay! As long as you can fight, the sword god has not yet grown up, and it can't withstand your blow in this Hidden Sword Peak."

Little Fatty cried: "I will! Let me tell you! I really have to do it."

The old man stroked his head and sighed: "This is fate and disaster. The birth of a divine body means the coming of a great world. We, the broken swords, should also die in response to the disaster."

The little fat pier burst into tears.

For him, this old man is a relative, and all the spiritual swords in this Hidden Sword Peak are his family members.

The old man let go of the little fat pier, looked at the billions of sword dances in the sky, and he knew that his time had come.

"Fate! It's always elusive."

The next moment The old man dispersed with a bang, turned into shining particles all over the sky, and went towards the prototype of the eight-handed fairy sword.

Immediately afterwards, the hundreds of millions of spirit swords also consumed the last bit of spirituality in this sword dance, turning into dust and falling in the sky.

The prototype of the eight-handed fairy sword is getting more and more solid, and it has grown up from a small sword spirit, and it also has its own sword body.

Dust fell all over the sky and piled up like a mountain.

Zhang Bujun said with emotion: "This Hidden Sword Peak exists in name only."

Qin Luo's face was neither happy nor sad, extremely calm, and so was Xiao Hei on his shoulder.

Judging from the feedback of the natal sword, they have already produced Karma interweaving with these spiritual swords.

"Sect Leader, did you expect this scene..."

If it was unexpected, Qin Luo would never believe that Lu Zun, who is one with Deva, can perceive what will happen in the future. Although it cannot be broken, it is enough!

Soon the hundreds of millions of spirit swords in the sky completely dissipated, and the embryonic form of the eight-handed fairy sword finally had a real sword body, and it cannot be said to be a prototype now.

The eight-handed fairy sword takes shape!

The natal sword returned, each showing off in front of Qin Luo and Xiao Hei.

At this moment, not only their wisdom, but even their form have undergone tremendous changes!

Qin Luo looked up again, the little Fatty in the sky was extremely lonely, apparently digesting this sad thing.

At this moment, Zhang Bujun stood up and asked, "Junior Brother Qin Luo! Did you make a move?"

Qin Luo nodded, and also wanted to test the already formed natal sword.

"good!"

Zhang Bujun distanced himself from Qin Luo, and at the same time took out his natal sword and held it in his hand.

Qin Luo also grabbed one, which is a sword that kills immortals. The body cultivator of the sword is long, the whole body is blood red, and it glows red. Just holding it in his hand, the killing intent is already very obvious.

"One move determines the outcome!"

Qin Luo held up the Immortal Killing Sword, and at the same time the Sword intent was pervasive, and the killing sword decisively cut out a shocking sword!

The huge and solid murderous aura is as real as it is, and the sword lights are all blood red!

On the other side, Zhang Bujun also swung a sword!

Different from Qin Luo's sword of killing immortals, Zhang Bujun's sword is very restrained and calm, just like a very ordinary sword!

But this sword shocked Qin Luo, because this brother Zhang's swordsmanship might have gone out of his own way!

Because this sword is very pure! Not mixed with a trace of other emotional colors in it!

Not even extra thinking and hesitation!

Boom!

The Sword Ray exploded, and Qin Luo's immortal-killing sword turned out to be invincible!

This kind of invincibility is on the way of the sword! Nothing to do with power or anything else.

This piece of unevenness is a pure sword cultivator!

This made Qin Luo have to re-examine this Zhang Bujun, this person is terrible.

"Hahahaha! Have fun!"

On the other side, Zhang Bujun laughed loudly, he didn't expect this sword to play.

Chirp!

(Stupid Beastmaster! You never thought of that! I've become stronger again!)

At this time, Xiao Hei also woke up from the state of epiphany, and it was old-fashioned when he opened his mouth.