"Hey!"

A sigh, as if it had crossed time and space, from the distant endless years.

The Great Domain Lord's pupils contracted suddenly, and he suddenly turned around, his eyes shining brightly, piercing through the void and staring at the outside world Sword Sect.

At this moment, in the Sword Fighting Sect, all the high-level faces changed greatly, and immediately all of them showed respectful expressions, and they all bent down and saluted, "Meet the ancestor." ”

"Click!!"

There was a cracking sound, as if the rope had been pulled apart.

The main vein of the Sword Fighting Sect is a thousand-foot high mountain, and now from the halfway point of the mountain, a crack spreads to the ground.

"The saints of the Sword Fighting Sect really haven't fallen?"

"Even if it doesn't fall, I'm afraid it's going to be soon, otherwise, it's impossible not to manifest for so many years!"

The Great Domain Lord turned his gaze, glanced at Ye Feng deeply, and immediately laughed, "Being old and immortal is a thief, Heavenly Sword Saint, why have you been living secretly?" ”

How dare you talk to a saint like that?

All the great powers looked at the Great Domain Lord in disbelief with a ghostly expression on their faces.

"Buzz !!"

In the horrified gaze of everyone, the phantom shadows of the six saints suddenly merged into one, turning from virtual to real.

"Saint?"

"Oh my God, this is a true saint, not an illusion."

Dressed in a cyan robe, his face was blurred, shrouded in mysterious qi, and his voice was calm, "Tianliang, I really didn't expect that in order to live, you actually fused the body of a saint with this mountain range, so reluctantly, is there any meaning?" ”

The saint's life span is 500,000 years, which means that the saint is in his best state, and if there is any dark disease left, his life expectancy will be greatly reduced.

The Heavenly Sword Saint has lived for almost 550,000 years, and he doesn't know how many demons he has taken during this period, but he still can't resist the Sword of Time.

But in order to live, the Heavenly Sword Saint gave up the body of the saint, fused it with the sixteen sword veins of the Sword Fighting Sect, and turned into a formation spirit through the anti-heaven formation.

An old man wearing a simple gray swordsman robe suddenly appeared in the sky above the Sword Fighting Sect, his eyes were full of gloom, "I can't die, and I don't dare to die, if I die, what will I do with the little guys of the Sword Fighting Sect?" Situ Jinggong, what do you want, I know. But, if you're not afraid of my desperate blow, you can do it! ”

As he spoke, the old saint's waist slowly straightened, and the whole person seemed to turn into an unyielding long sword, with endless sword qi, vast and boundless, especially the sixteen sword veins, which vibrated even more violently, shooting out sixteen dazzling sword rays.

"Infinite sword, one sword to measure the mountain, two swords to measure Yue, three swords to measure the river, four swords to measure the earth, five swords to dare to measure the sky......"

Situ Jinggong's voice was still so peaceful, "Back then, the immeasurable sixteen swords almost covered all the light of Tianjiao in that era, but now, how many swords can you cast?" ”

"A sword is enough!"

The sixteen sword rays seemed to possess spirituality, and they swirled around the old saint.

"Huh!"

The Sage of Situ Jinggong smiled in a low voice, "I have heard of the immeasurable sixteen swords for a long time, today, I will give it a try, how terrifying this sword technique is!" ”

"As you wish!"

The main vein of the Sword Sect, Shen He and other high-level officials, their faces were full of anxiety, they didn't know what the state of the old saint was, but they could be sure that the old saint who was old and had lost the body of a saint could not resist the Situ Palace at his peak.

"Master, don't!"

"Master, the Sword Sect can't do without you."

"The younger generation is ashamed of the ancestor, although I am an ant, I am willing to be a sword in the hands of the ancestor!"

A Great Star Rank Elder roared in grief, and his body instantly shattered, and his spirit condensed and turned into a sword.

"No!"

The old saint's face changed slightly, and the sixteen sword rays behind him suddenly separated one, and they disappeared into the sword condensed by the spirit and spirit that came from the roar.

"Don't mess around!"

Shen He clenched his fists, and the old saint was weak, and now in order to save the elder, he gave up a natal sword element.

"Why? Why? ”

The elder who was saved by the old saint natal sword yuan was full of grief and self-blame, "Master, why did you save me, I don't regret it!! ”

A kind smile appeared on Lao Sheng's face, "It is my responsibility to take care of you little guys, and I have no regrets!" ”

Ye Feng blinked, all this happened too fast just now, so fast that he didn't even have time to react.

Hao Qianting clenched his fists and looked at Lao Ni and another Supreme Elder, "Fight!" ”

"Fight!"

"Master, take the sword !!"

Lao Ni held the sword box and shot towards the old saint.

Situ Jinggong did not stop it.

A saint has the pride of a saint, but what is he afraid of in the face of the soul of a saint who has lost the body of a saint and become a spirit of the array?

With a smile on the corner of his mouth, the Great Domain Lord glanced at Ye Feng and said nothing.

Standing in the distance, Dugu Feng felt that his blood was boiling, he didn't expect things to happen, ten million times smoother than he imagined.

"The Sword Fighting Sect is really self-defeating, and it actually provokes a saint." Dugu Feng took a deep breath and hurriedly secretly released the signal, so that the Haoyang Seven Xuanmen in the Ninth Star Domain was ready to take over the Sword Sect.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, the eyes of everyone present were attracted by the figure that suddenly appeared beside Lao Sheng.

"Maple Leaf, what are you doing?"

"Master, this son is our Sword Sect, the most talented disciple, Maple Leaf!" Hao Qianting hurriedly introduced.

The old saint glanced at Ye Feng deeply, and his eyes were full of wisdom.

"Disciple Ye Feng, meet the ancestor."

Ye Feng?

Why does Maple Leaf call itself Ye Maple?

"Good boy!" The old saint showed a relieved smile on his face, he had already seen through Ye Feng's identity, and now Ye Feng had stated his identity in public, and its meaning was self-evident.

The old saint stretched out his hand and patted Ye Feng's shoulder, and with a hook of his fingers, the saint's sword suddenly sank into Ye Feng's eyebrows.

Ye Feng's expression changed slightly, and he could clearly feel that an extremely terrifying sword intent appeared in the center of the Nine Pieces of Thought Crystal Ice.

"This sword is the sword of the first ancestor of our Sword Sect, and now I will hand it over to you, as long as this sword is here, the inheritance will not be broken."

Hao Qianting opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he fell silent again.

The old saint raised his head slightly, "Let's fight!" ”

High in the sky, Situ Jinggong shook his head, and immediately spoke, "Come on, I hope your only sword can attract my attention!" ”

"Boom!"

"Wait!!"

At the moment when Lao Sheng stepped out of his right foot, Ye Feng suddenly spoke.

The qi that the old saint had finally condensed was almost confused by Ye Feng's voice.

"Kid, do you want it?" A look of doubt appeared on the old saint's face, and he looked at Ye Feng with a bright smile on his face.

"Master, I'm becoming more and more reluctant to leave the Sword Fighting Sect now."

"Ugh!"

The old saint smiled bitterly, but he didn't expect Ye Feng to stop him, just saying such a sentence.

Ye Feng raised his head and looked at the Situ Shock Palace, which was like a god king in the void and suppressing an area, grinning, "Who told you that I only have one saint in the Sword Sect?" ”

[The third is more done.] 】

(End of chapter)