Sword ancestor

Chapter 98 Simon's Sword
On the top of the Purple Mountain, Ximenxue stood tall, dressed in white as snow, with eternal silence in his eyes.

The snow-colored dao sword trembled in his hand, his eyes moved slightly, and fell on Qi Tian.

When the eyes of the two met, a sharp sharp air burst out in the middle of the void, and the air in a radius of several feet shattered and turned into a vacuum world.

With a muffled snort, Qi Tian's complexion turned slightly pale, and the sharpness of the sword body was actually forced back by this person. Although there is a huge difference in cultivation between the two, the sharpness of the sword body is not something else.

His eyes were like lightning, and he stared at Ximenxue closely. This person's swordsmanship, as he expected, was actually very close to the innate sword body.

"The uncle of the Ximen family, a family of swordsmanship in the eastern land and northern region, is an odd number in the lineage of swordsmanship in the eastern land."

The old man said in a voice transmission, his tone was a bit weird, but Qi Tian could feel a sense of fear from it.

The old man broke through the sound barrier even faster. In addition to the previous methods, he still failed to escape this person's pursuit, and even blocked the way. His swordsmanship is really unimaginable.

"Innate Sword Body!"

Ximen Xue spoke with a calm tone. He looked young, a young man, but the quiet vicissitudes of life exuded from his body showed his original state of mind.

The old man didn't react at all, just staring at Ximenxue, he was extremely afraid of this strange figure of Ximen's family, if he was not sure, he would leave immediately, not wanting to meet this person.

On the contrary, Qi Tian was slightly surprised, Ximen Xue could see that he was not surprised, but the old man didn't respond at all, probably he already knew about it, so far, Qi Tian became more and more suspicious of the old man's purpose.

"Golden blood, give it to me!"

Ximen Xuexi's characters are like gold, he is the uncle of Ximen's family in the Eastern and Northern Regions, and he has lived for a long time.

The old man's face was ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "Ximen Xue, don't bully me. I was not afraid of you when I was at the peak of the old man. Your swordsmanship has not yet reached the peak, and you have already triggered the thunder calamity. If you attack with all your strength, there will definitely be a thunder calamity. The old man If you don’t believe me, you dare to do your best!”

"Golden blood!"

Ximen Xue spoke again, the snow-colored sword in her right hand trembled, and a stream of sword light poured from the breech to the tip of the sword, and finally rushed out, piercing a piece of frost.

The old man gritted his teeth and said, "Ximen Xue, it's not that I don't want to give you golden blood, but that I don't have golden blood at all."

Ximenxue raised his eyebrows, he concentrated his senses, and looked at Qi Tian after a while: "Give me the golden blood!"

Qi Tian frowned, the so-called golden blood was indeed in his sea of ​​consciousness at the moment, but he vaguely guessed something, and it was definitely impossible for him to hand it over easily.

The Splitting God Bow was raised, and the dragon's roar pierced into the sky. Two golden dragons bit the bow strings, and the golden emptiness burned, and a tyrannical wave of consciousness oscillated.

Ximenxue didn't move, she just looked at Qi Tian from a distance, her body lacking any sharpness, her eyes shone with a cold light that could freeze forever.

hold head high--

The sound of the dragon's chant became more and more intense, and it landed on the peak in front of Zishan Mountain. Qi Tian bent his bow and drew his arrow. After coming back to life, the fine dragon scales were clearly visible, and the golden flame was burning, invisible and substanceless. The old man retreated ten feet away, and he did not dare to approach the divine flame of the God Splitting Bow.

One point, two points, three points!
After a lapse of many days, Qi Tian bowed four points again and gave his best.

hum-

A golden divine arrow condensed on the bowstring, as if on the solid body of the arrow, the golden illusory flame turned into a dragon body and wrapped around it. Lihun in white, let the sound of the dragon's chant rise to the top of Xiaohan, and he didn't waver.

Boom——

The divine arrow left the bow and turned into a divine rainbow that pierced through the void, and the golden flame turned into a dragon's shadow, swallowed by the dragon's mouth, and entangled the entire Purple Mountain.

At this moment, Ximen Xue moved, and Qi Tian couldn't describe the speed. Almost instantly, Ximen Xue's figure appeared in front of him. His whole body was covered with a cold white sword light. This moment made him shudder.

Ximenxue drew out his sword, and in an instant, Qi Tian only felt a cold whiteness in front of his eyes, as if he had sunk into a world of ice and snow. A layer of ice slag, but at this time, between Qi Tian's eyebrows, the tip of the snow-colored sword revealed a little coldness, and a half-inch bloodstain appeared between Qi Tian's eyebrows, like a vertical eye, oozing out traces of bright red blood .

So fast!

Horrified in his heart, Qi Tian couldn't imagine that someone could dodge the Splitting God Bow in an instant, and the opponent's sword was too fast, without even using a trace of sword force. This is no longer a retrograde slaughter, but an absolute suppression.

hold head high--

At this time, the golden divine arrow returned, and the golden flame was scorching. It turned into a golden dragon and devoured it towards Ximen Xue's back.

hum-

An indifferent sword chant resounded, and from the center of Ximenxue's eyebrows, a snow-colored ice sword slowly protruded, rising in the wind, and instantly reduced to the size of a hundred feet. A suffocating icy edge spread out, and the land was covered with frost for several miles, and the cloudy clouds gathered in the nine heavens, and heavy snow like goose feathers soon fell.

puff--

The golden divine arrow shattered, and the golden illusory flame condensed into an arrow shape, rushing into Ximen Xue's sea of ​​consciousness again.

"Get out!"

Ximen Xue snorted coldly, stretched out his hand and grabbed it between his eyebrows, his right hand plunged into an unfathomable void, and grabbed it in mid-air.

Immediately, there was a shrill dragon roar, and a three-inch-long Void Flame Golden Dragon was grabbed by him, slashed by the icy edge, and was grasped into nothingness.

He almost took a deep breath, this man's sharpness was unbelievable, he was not like an ordinary swordsman at all, but like him, he was more like a grown up innate sword body.

Ximen Xue said nothing, he looked at Qi Tian, ​​his eyes were silent, as black as ink, the snow-colored sword was in front of Qi Tian's eyes, Qi Tian could even see the clear lines on the sword body, with a cold edge, An invisible sword force was overflowing, and it was invisible. Just looking down, Qi Tian felt that the Tai Chi sword diagram that was about to be broken had froze again.

Half a stick of incense, Ximenxue said nothing, half an hour passed, still silent, the sun was setting in the west, the moon was in the middle of the sky, and the stars were all over the sky.

"Three years, I will kill you to draw blood!"

Ximenxue turned around, put the Dao sword back into its sheath, glanced at the old man again, took a step forward, and disappeared in front of the two of them in an instant.

Qi Tian sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and the Tai Chi sword diagram rotated, and the frozen sea of ​​consciousness melted away bit by bit.

At dawn, an astonishing sharpness emanated from Qi Tian's body. He stood up and looked towards the direction where Ximen Xue was leaving, without saying a word for a long time.

"This is a different kind of Ximen family, and also a different kind of swordsman in the entire Eastern Land. There are rumors that he is infinitely close to the ancient sword fairy, and he once triggered Thunder Tribulation."

Thunder Tribulation!

Qi Tian's heart was shaken, but he didn't expect to see such a swordsman when he came to the Eastern Earth Immortal City.

"The Ximen family in the northern region, the Dugu family in the eastern region, the Ye family in the southern region, and the Xie family in the western region. These are the only four great kendo families in modern times. Although they have fallen, they have a profound heritage and are still comparable to the sects of the underworld."

The old man sighed: "Most of the people from these four great aristocratic families are sharp-edged, unfriendly, and very difficult to mess with. They are different from other schools of swordsmanship, and they are the four different types."

Looking at the appearance of the old man, it was clear that there was something involved, but Qi Tian didn't care about these things. After pondering for a moment, he said: "I wonder if senior can tell me, what is that golden blood?"

The old man chuckled lightly and said: "The time has not yet come, the little brother will put it away. Doesn't the little brother believe in old age?"

Qi Tian was silent, and the old man was also lost in thought. After a while, he said: "You only have three years, that old thing is too tight, you have to be careful."

After finishing speaking, the old man stretched out his finger to point Qi Tian's eyebrows again, and stopped immediately.

"With it, you don't need to worry about those people anymore. The old man has stayed here for a long time, so let's say goodbye to the little brother. In the future, you and I will meet again by fate."

A cloud of divine wind wrapped the old man, and the old man laughed several times. The divine wind pierced through the air, broke the sound barrier, and quickly disappeared into the nine heavens.

There was a strange look in Qi Tian's eyes. In his sea of ​​consciousness, a mental method suddenly appeared. There was nothing mysterious about this mental method, but the essence of it made Qi Tian a little startled.

Another day!

There is only a short part of the mental method, obviously there is a lot missing in the back, but even so, this small part of the old man's mental method also shocked Qi Tian.

After half a stick of incense, an unparalleled sharpness burst out from Qi Tian's body. The sharpness was like a sword. Immediately above the peak, there was a mess, the vegetation shattered, and the rocks collapsed.

After a few breaths, all the sharp aura rolled back, without revealing anything, even the flesh of the sword became bland. Turned into a middle-aged Taoist.

The Splitting God Bow and Zizhu Sword were placed in the dantian, and after thinking about it, Qi Tian carried the angry whip on his back, his whole temperament changed, and he could no longer sense the slightest sharpness.

One day later, Qi Tian stepped into the fairy city again, and no one knew him anymore.

There are mortals in the Immortal City who are very careful and dare not speak nonsense. Qi Tian was walking on the street, some casual ascetics looked at him, and their eyes fell on the angry whip behind him, and they quickly turned their eyes away, not daring to look again.

Once again, Qi Tian went to the Zixiao Food Palace, drinking alone, and many Taoists sat in the four directions, and Qi Tian heard a lot of news.

"That old thing knows the secret of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood. The whole eastern land has already spread, and many hells and heavens have already taken action. It is rumored that the nine heavens will also take action." (Please recommend tickets, please collect!)
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