The fairy is fierce

The long sword wrapped in black clouds and mist broke through the air in an instant, but passed by and fell behind.

Lin Zifeng's expression froze, his eyes were full of confusion in anger, but his fighting skills from years of fighting were still there. He knew that he had someone to help him, and he had no chance of winning. He rushed straight out of the mountain without stopping.

The nameless sword fell beside him, and Zuo Lingquan was also surprised. He didn't know whether the other party was an enemy or a friend, so he didn't take it directly.

Shangguan Lingye didn't hear who was talking just now. He glanced at the sword on the ground that seemed to be able to pierce through the world, and said in his heart:

"It seems that there is no trick on the sword."

In fact, Shangguan Lingye didn't need to remind this, because the sword is alive.

Swordsmen and swords are born to appreciate each other. They can't communicate with words, but they can sense each other's "emotions".

Regardless of the original intention of the person who borrowed the sword, Zuo Lingquan could feel that this sword, which had been sealed for who knows how many years, had no ill will towards him, and even had some eagerness to try.

It was like an elder who had seen the ups and downs of the world, looking at a toddler who used a wooden stick as a sword, and said:

"Show me how much you weigh!"

After a brief hesitation, Zuo Lingquan's eyes moved to Lin Zifeng who was running out, grasped the hilt of the sword, and took a step forward.

At this moment, the world was silent.

The reason why immortal weapons deserve the word "immortal" is that they are different from ordinary weapons and magic tools. If they are not used, it's fine. Once they are used, the mountains and rivers will change color and shake the world.

The God's Descending Platform built by Wu Zunyi is like this, and Lao Lu's Huangquan Sword is like this. How can this sword buried underground for thousands of years be inferior?

Before Zuo Lingquan grasped the hilt, he felt that he was in the rain curtain; after grasping the hilt, he felt that the rainstorm that covered the sky and the sun was just a servant that moved with his mind, coming when he called and going when he waved.

Shangguan Lingye followed closely behind, his eyes on Zuo Lingquan, and felt that the moment he grasped the hilt, his whole momentum changed, as if his body had grown countless times in an instant, his feet on the ground, but his head against the sky.

This was the first time that Shangguan Lingye felt a similar feeling from Zuo Lingquan as his master, as if he was in the sky overlooking everything in the world. No matter how high the mountain is, no matter how high the road is, you have to bow your head in front of this deity.

The source of this momentum is self-confidence, the confidence that all living beings are like ants, and only I am a true immortal.

Lin Zifeng, who was running out, obviously noticed the momentum rising behind him.

As a swordsman, facing the enemy with your back to the sword is both a shame and tantamount to committing suicide.

As a sword cultivator, Lin Zifeng was full of blood. Even though his body was injured and on the verge of exhaustion, he still turned around and handed out a sword, shouting angrily:

"Hah!"

The sky thundered loudly, and the rain also surged.

The twisted electric snakes and the crazy rainstorm together outlined a scene of destruction.

Zuo Lingquan had no distractions, and put all his life's accumulation on the sword in his hand.

The foundation of the sword in his hand was much deeper than Zuo Lingquan's. Not only did he take all the power sent by him with ease, but he also returned the sword and walked at will. With the precipitation of thousands of years, this sword, which was already shocking in terms of artistic conception, exerted a hundred times the power.

Boom

The sword pointed forward!

In front of Zuo Lingquan, a black dragon rushed out, swallowing the sky, submerging the shattered earth at the foot of the mountain and the electric snakes gathering from all directions.

The rivers with floods and the torrential rains with the Milky Way flowing backwards were all torn apart by the immortal sword at this moment, and gathered towards the towering mountains.

Lin Zifeng struck with a sword, his eyes showing endless resentment and murderous intent, but facing this sword that changed the color of the mountains and rivers, the deepest part of his eyes still revealed powerlessness. The moment the swords collided, they were engulfed by the inky black sword energy, smashing the already devastated earth.

Boom

Under the illumination of thousands of thunders, an inky black sword energy raged on the earth, like a dragon walking in the wild.

All the five elements of water in the small world were involved, so that from the sky, the rain curtains all turned into spirals and gathered towards the peak of the sword energy.

The sword moved the mountains and rivers, and the aura shocked thousands of miles!

This sword is the real "Sword One" in the eyes of the Zhongzhou sword cultivators, and there is no hiding or avoiding it.

Lin Zifeng's robe was instantly shattered, and his skin was torn by the endless sword energy. He held the sword in front of him with both hands, blocking the unstoppable sword energy. His body was knocked back nearly half a mile, leaving a groove several feet wide on the ground.

Boom boom

Seeing that the remaining power of the sword was about to run out, Lin Zifeng gritted his teeth and wanted to escape, but what made him desperate and shocked was that before the aftermath of the first sword had dissipated, Zuo Lingquan raised his hand again and attacked him with another sword!

Swish

These two consecutive swords were much slower than the two swords of Huojian Valley. It was obviously because the movement was too loud and the body could not support it.

But although the interval was longer, the power was not reduced. These were two identical swords!

Lin Zifeng still didn't understand how Zuo Lingquan compressed the interval between sword strikes to this extent. He couldn't do it anyway.

Facing this peak sword blessed by the immortal sword again, all Lin Zifeng can do now is to stare at the figure with the most resentful eyes in the world, until he is swallowed by the torrent of sword energy and merges into the broken earth under his feet...

Boom boom

Although the interval between the two swords is long, to the onlookers, it is just two consecutive swords, one after the other. The second black dragon bites the tail of the first black dragon and tears the ground at the foot of the mountain.

Unreservedly using the immortal sword to control the world, the feedback of shaking the world can be imagined.

The moment the sword energy came out, the mountain behind began to shake.

The heavy dark clouds in the sky actually tore open a huge crack, and the yellow sand poured down, along with the twisted thunder, and smashed towards the position where Zuo Lingquan was.

Shangguan Lingye did not stop Zuo Lingquan from drawing his sword, and was also shocked by the terrifying power of this sword, but her thoughts did not stop. She knew that she would be retaliated by the heaven and earth, and the moment Zuo Lingquan finished drawing his sword, she hugged Zuo Lingquan and fled to the periphery...

Boom...

The earth shook.

In the mountains, the sword-fighting old demon Wu Yezi, who was watching with a bamboo hat on his head, looked at the two shocking swords in the distance, clapped his hands lightly, and exclaimed:

"Exquisite! With this talent, I feel it's a pity to take over someone else's body."

As a sword-fighting hero who dominated Zhongzhou before the battle of stealing pills, Wu Yezi was definitely the best in the world in terms of sword-fighting attainments, not to mention his character. He was able to get such an evaluation, which was enough to show the fire of these two swords.

Wu Yezi lent the sword to Zuo Lingquan, not out of kindness, but to see how Zuo Lingquan's physique and the sword fit together, and what his physical potential is.

Now it seems that this immortal sword is customized for Zuo Lingquan. Although it has been refined with the Dragon King's water essence, occupying the position of the natal water, it is too wasteful to replace it; but if the natal sword is not refined, it is still an excellent embryo for longevity according to the normal way.

Wu Yezi said that it was a pity to take over the body, not humbly pity, but really felt sorry.

Because after taking over the body, the body foundation is still there, but 'Jian Yi' is gone.

'Jian Yi' represents the swordsman's understanding of the sword. Swordsmanship, experience, state of mind and other reasons have precipitated the most representative sword of himself. If one link is missing, it cannot be used. This is why Jian Yi cannot be taught to others.

After taking over the body, the soul changes hands, and the Jian Yi that Zuo Lingquan realized by himself is definitely gone.

Wu Yezi knew that Zuo Lingquan could go higher in the sword path, maybe even higher than him. As a swordsman, he naturally wanted to see the scenery at the top of the sword path, so he felt it was a pity that his body was taken away.

But it was a pity, and if a man does not work for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. No matter how much Wu Yezi cherished talent, he had to ensure that he had no worries on his own road.

So after the sword returned from the foot of the mountain, Wu Yezi looked at the sword floating beside him and asked:

"These two swords are really good, old friend, do you think I can use his body to push these two swords back in the future?"

Swords don't think in the way of humans, and usually don't respond to such boring questions.

But for some reason, the sword reacted today, and the sword tip trembled slightly, meaning simply and straightforwardly:

"You can't."

"..."

Wu Yezi's heart, which had long been calm, moved slightly, and the smile on his face also froze a little.

However, after a moment, Wu Yezi still shook his head and smiled:

"It seems that I, the old immortal, will never die. It is also difficult for you, old friend."

The sword did not respond, nor did it need to respond.

Because the sword will not betray its master, it said "you can't", and it was just telling the truth...

There is another chapter, and it is being written.