The days when I was working in the West Factory

Chapter 440 The Flying Immortal Realm
boom! !

Aotian walked with the sword, and was about to teach Zhao Yu a lesson, when a roar came from behind.

Aotian only felt that with the roaring sound, his energy was dissipating rapidly.

Lowering his head with difficulty, Aotian saw that his chest was already dripping with blood.

"Surround the entire Sword Pool, but if there are rebels, shoot and kill!!"

Holding the new-style firecracker that was still smoking, An Jianqing yelled at Jin Yiwei's subordinates who followed behind him with a murderous expression.

"Follow the order!"

Jin Yiwei, who followed An Jianqing, immediately picked up the firecracker in his hand, and stared at the many sword slaves opposite him.

"My God!!!"

Mrs. Ao saw Aotian fall into the sword pond, she was shocked.

The flames in the center of the earth, even the sword demon can't hold on for a moment, let alone her son?

"Break the incense of my proud family, I want you all to die!!"

Seeing that the only blood in Baijian Villa died in front of her eyes, Madam Ao went completely insane.

The sword slaves behind him were also unambiguous. After Mrs. Ao's words fell, they raised their swords and came straight to An Jianqing and his party.

boom!boom!boom!
……

In the air, the smell of gunpowder was mixed with a strong smell of blood, filling the entire Sword Pool.

The new firecrackers improved by Bing Zhansi can seriously injure even a master like Xiongba, let alone these sword slaves in Baijian Villa?

In just the blink of an eye, everyone including Mrs. Ao was already dead and couldn't die anymore.

"Have you got it?"

Zhao Yu pressed the giant sword in the sword pond with one hand, while looking at An Jianqing who was full of evil spirit.

An Jianqing reached into his bosom, and took out a colored glaze brocade box from his bosom.

On the brocade box, there was a strong cold air, even with An Jianqing's current cultivation level, he had to use his kung fu to resist the chill emanating from the brocade box.

"This...this is?!"

Not far away, Wen Nu's expression changed drastically when he saw what An Jianqing had brought out.

He finally understood now that Zhao Yu had thought of all the details from the very beginning.

Quenching...

In this world, is there a more suitable fetish than the Ice Soul of Xia Wangfu?

With a wave of An Jianqing's hand, a bright light flashed across the glazed brocade box, and it went straight to Zhao Yu.

boom!
With Kong Kong's palm, the glazed brocade box was shattered, and a stone slightly larger than a chess piece appeared in front of everyone.

Facing the flames in the center of the earth, the stone still exudes a chill.

blah blah blah...

The chill collided with the flames in the center of the earth, and bursts of white mist instantly filled the entire Sword Pool.

And the extremely hot Jianchi gradually became milder at this time.

"rise!!"

Zhao Yu yelled violently, and his inner breath flowed through the eight extraordinary meridians, and finally converged on the right hand holding the sword.

Rumble!
Jianchi shook for a while, and everyone including An Jianqing felt a little unsteady on their feet.

In the pool of swords, Zhao Yu pulled out the huge sword, and everyone was dazzled by the huge sword body.

It turned out that Zhao Yu's goal was not the peerless sword they understood at all!
What he wants is the giant sword that carries a century-old sword spirit in this sword pool.

A giant sword of three feet, more than ten thousand catties? !

And Zhao Yu just had his sword in front of him, laughing wildly.

"Crazy! This is a complete lunatic..."

Ever since Zhao Yu drew his sword, Wen Nu had vaguely guessed this guy's purpose.

But Wen Nu couldn't figure it out, the huge sword was so terrifying in size, it must be inconvenient to use, why did this person take the sword?
Zhao Yu, who landed on the ground, slowly raised the terrifying giant sword with one hand, and then the blade flashed.

The violent breath like the tide of the river and the sea flooded the entire sword pool in an instant, and the mountains collapsed and the ground cracked in an instant.

And this sword pond, which had stood for thousands of years in the Sword Worship Villa, just disappeared.

Dragging the giant sword out of the ruins of the Sword Pool with a disheveled face, Zhao Yu grinned and said, "What the hell, is it necessary to use this power?"

"Sir, are you alright?"

The moment Zhao Yu walked out of the ruins, several figures rushed in front of him, and Meng asked with concern.

"It's okay, it can't be better!"

Zhao Yu grinned, the peerless sword has been obtained, and the one hundred and eight black swords used to carry the sword soul have also entered his pocket one after another.

Although this black sword without sword soul is far inferior to a peerless sword, it is still more than a notch higher than ordinary weapons.

Zhao Yu still understands the simple truth of returning particles to the warehouse.

This visit to the Sword Villa was a worthwhile trip.

"Brother Yun said you were taking the sword, where is the sword?"

Nie Feng, who was at the side, saw that Zhao Yu was not injured, and then asked with a sigh of relief.

Zhao Yu, who was smiling gently towards Meng one second, looked at Nie Feng with a questioning look on his face the next second with a dark face.

"You stepped on my sword!"

"Huh? I stepped on you... Oh my god!!" Nie Feng followed Zhao Yu's eyes and gradually shifted his eyes to his own feet.

But at this moment, he was surprised to find that what was under his feet was not floor tiles, but an extremely exaggerated black giant sword!
"Didn't I ask you to go to the back mountain of Sword Villa first?"

Zhao Yu glanced at Bu Jingyun with some doubts, and asked curiously.

"Wait for you……"

Bu Jingyun still gave Zhao Yu a cold look, but what he said surprised everyone around him.

Nie Feng, who grew up with Bu Jingyun, looked at this senior with a horrified expression.

When did this cold-blooded, ruthless god of death, who doesn't cry, care about people?

"Okay, hurry up and go to the back mountain of Sword Villa... Wait!"

Zhao Yu, who was about to leave, suddenly came to a wretched figure.

"Where are you going?"

Zhao Yu looked at the wretched man with mustache in front of him with a half-smile.

Sword Greed!

The previous insistence was destroyed, and everyone present was seriously injured, but at this moment, the sword greed appeared in front of everyone unscathed.

"Since the Divine Soldier already has a master, I will naturally leave this Sword Worship Villa."

Jian Tan looked at Zhao Yu warily, and told him cautiously that this guy is not a good bird!
The reason why Zhao Yu stopped Jian Tan was even simpler.

Because Zhao Yu clearly knew that this wretched man had an extremely cool technique!

To a large extent, more than half of the reason why Zhao Yu came to worship Sword Villa this time was because of his greed for swords, or that guy's mastery of the unique skill!
This unique skill is the Feixian realm, one of the three realms of kendo!
If Zhao Yu remembers correctly, the level of this Feixian Realm is even higher than the nameless Heavenly Sword Realm!
However, the heart of the sword is not pure, and there is no blessing of halo.

Firstly, he can't get the magic weapon he likes, and secondly, although he has touched the threshold of the Feixian realm, he can't reach the realm of swordsmanship like Wuming!
Zhao Yu's talent in martial arts is definitely not as good as Jian Tan, but he has a system backpack...

As long as the martial arts in the world are not pirated, for Zhao Yu, it is a blink of an eye to achieve perfection!

(End of this chapter)