You have a good chance, I accept it.

"It is rumored that the swordsman in white uses the sacred mountain as a scabbard to store the peerless sword. When the sword is pulled out again, the swordsman in white will be born again."

"And now, the Divine Sword is born, and the swordsman in white..."

At this moment, everyone focused their attention on the white cloth in the sky.

The swordsman in white, the divine sword unsheathed.

Right, everything is right.

It turns out that the swordsman in white from thousands of years ago was Jian Wushuang.

At this moment, everyone had to lament that the genius was the genius. Jian Wushuang had been invincible to the Hundred Cities Alliance since thousands of years ago.

"Fellow Taoist, draw your sword."

Jian Wushuang spread his right hand, and the long sword that covered the sky behind him suddenly shrank, and was immediately grasped by him.

It was a long sword with three intertwined colors of gold, white, and black. It looked extremely weird from the outside, and the long sword was breathing out extremely terrifying sword energy.

Seeing this scene, Ye Lin also felt a little pressure.

"good."

Ye Lin laughed. The stronger Jian Wushuang was, the happier he was.

He slowly took off the white cloth from his back.

The sword in Jian Wu's hands is the Supreme Weapon, and he can only match it with the Shang Emperor's Blood Drinking Sword.

Because the supreme weapon will form absolute suppression when it encounters lower weapons, such as a supreme weapon and an immortal weapon. If the two fight, the supreme weapon will suppress the spirit of the immortal weapon in all directions.

The two cannot fight at all.

In Ye Lin's hands, only the Shang Emperor's Blood Drinking Sword could rival it.

Ye Lin looked at the Shang Emperor's Blood Drinking Sword wrapped in white cloth in his hand, and then grabbed the hilt of the sword. With a slight flick of Ye Lin's right hand, the white cloth wrapped around the Shang Emperor's Blood Drinking Sword fell away, revealing the Shang Emperor's Blood Drinking Sword. Sword lineup.

The bloody sword body has a bloody gem inlaid on the hilt, and the entire sword body exudes an extremely terrifying blood evil aura.

"Fellow Taoist, this sword is incomplete. Are you sure you want to fight me with it?"

Looking at the Emperor Shang's Blood Drinking Sword in Ye Lin's hand, Jian Wushuang frowned.

He could feel that the long sword in Ye Lin's hand was stronger than his Sun and Moon Holy Sword in its heyday, but now, in his perception, the long sword in Ye Lin's hand was incomplete.

To say it was incomplete, it felt more like it had been severely damaged.

Hearing this, Ye Lin looked at the Shang Emperor's Blood Drinking Sword in his hand.

"Hahaha, I have been in the world for so long, and I have killed countless weirdos, and now I am looked down upon by a younger generation."

"Junior, hold me and let him see what a sword is."

At this time, an old voice came into Ye Lin's mind and laughed.

And Ye Lin also laughed.

"It's okay, come on."

Ye Lin flicked his right hand, and the Shang Emperor's Blood Drinking Sword continued to spit out sword light.

The swords are so sharp that people dare not look directly at them.

"good."

Jian Wushuang just uttered a faint word "good", and then his whole body emitted a majestic sword intent. This sword intent merged with the sword intent of the long sword in his hand. The next moment, Jian Wushuang's state reached its peak.

Most monks would not even have the courage to look directly at Jian Wushuang in this state, let alone fight with him.

"So...so strong, is this Jian Wushuang? Just the sword intention makes me tremble all over, and I don't even have the courage to take action."

"This is Jian Wushuang. Jian Wushuang in his true state. He stayed in Longshou City for ten thousand years and sharpened his sword for ten thousand years. He was born invincible."

"Hiss, it's so scary..."

Everyone gasped when they saw Jian Wushuang in this state, and their eyes were filled with fear.