The third one who stepped forward was the Great Shepherd, who had always been a cold bystander.

His face was expressionless, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Feng Ziyue had also speculated many times about the thoughts of the Great Pastoral Sacrifice, why did he think of bringing him to ask the Sword Mountain Villa? Although the Great Pastoral Sacrifice did not show obvious malice, he was not a good person who fulfilled others anyway, and judging from the limited contact, he was at least a treacherous and cunning old fox.

Ever since he stepped into Wenjian Villa, he had been silent, with little sense of existence. Feng Ziyue originally thought that he would definitely stay up until he had no choice but to make a move, but he didn't expect that he would advance to the third one.

Later, only Chu Madman and Han Wangsun were left - Linglongwan obviously came to assist Han Wangsun, so there was no need to count.

"Feng Ziyue, you really surprised me......"

The Great Priest sighed, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were as dense as cobwebs, especially when he smiled bitterly.

When he meets such a genius boy, how can he not smile bitterly?

He spent most of his youth seeking a sword, but until now, he still can't reach Feng Ziyue's achievements. This kind of anguish is something that a genius cannot understand.

He has seen countless geniuses along the way, and he has experienced countless such distress.

However, he had something that other geniuses did not have.

Persistent!

It was an almost irrepressible obsession with the sword that brought him to where he is today.

No matter how many times he failed, no matter how many times he was left behind, he gritted his teeth and moved on. Even if he is already in his last years, even if he is still breathing, there is still only one sword word in his heart!

With a master like him, he even did not hesitate to take refuge in the Moon God Palace, just to get a few more points of longevity and give him the opportunity to complete his ideals.

I don't know how many geniuses. He was far ahead of him, but the last one to step on their bones was still the Great Shepherd Sacrifice!

Today. He still has to borrow a genius as a stepping stone!

The chief priest laughed and was about to speak, but he heard a cry of grief and indignation from the side.

"I don't accept it!

I saw a golden shadow. Flying out, he bypassed the Great Pastoral Sacrifice and slammed straight into Feng Ziyue's sword, letting out a terrible roar from his mouth.

"Feng Ziyue, everything about yours is mine, and I am the inheritor of the Conscience Sword Codex!"

The power of the 10,000-year-old golden corpse shook with the sound of the sky collapsing and the earth cracking, as if it was about to tear apart this unstable space, Feng Ziyue sighed, and the long sword swung slightly, like a willow branch in the wind. But he only heard the sound of sneering, and Xiao Yin, who flew in, was cut into several pieces by his sword and shot out!

Xiao Yin had already lost before he made a move. His face was pale, and he lost his soul for a while, but after all, he couldn't hold back the humiliation of defeat, and shot at Feng Ziyue desperately.

His heart was like ashes, and he shot with all his might, but he was still invincible to Feng Ziyue's sword. The phantom disintegrated, and the body didn't know how many injuries it had suffered, and whether it had a chance to survive.

Feng Ziyue let out a long sigh and lowered the tip of his sword.

"Why bother?"

He seemed to be talking to himself, as if he were speaking to the Great Shepherd on the other side.

Why bother?

The person who seeks the sword, to this point, is of course sincere, but it is inevitably a little unworthy.

"To live for the sword, to die for the sword. ”

The Great Priest coughed, without any expression of surprise at Xiao Yin's actions, "My generation of swordsmen, that's exactly the case. ”

Those who seek the sword have nothing but the sword, and some can die, but cannot be defeated.

Feng Ziyue understood this feeling, before he was reborn, although his martial arts did not reach the current realm, but his understanding of the sword was the same.

At that time, he had no other sustenance except for the sword.

But now, he can't agree with that.

"If there is nothing but the sword, is it a human sword, or a sword master, if you can't transcend it, how can you understand the supreme realm of the way of the sword?"

Feng Ziyue sighed and put away his sword, quietly facing the Great Pastoral Sacrifice.

Sword Frost in the distance nodded slightly.

"Yes, after holding the sword, I can put it down, I didn't expect this kid to be so young, he actually realized this point, just in terms of kendo comprehension, he is qualified to talk to me......"

The hardest thing in the world is not to pick it up, but to put it down.

After being obsessed with the sword, and then being able to let go, this is the spiritual ultimate of kendo.

If Feng Ziyue hadn't been a human being in two lives, he wouldn't have realized this.

The Great Priest laughed loudly, "Little Brother Feng, you have a point, but now I have nothing but attachment, if I am not attached to the sword, after I put it down, what can I do with this decayed body?"

"So far, I can only be shy to let you take my sword!"

As soon as his voice fell, he didn't know what technique he used, a fine light long sword was already in his hand, and the spirit of the whole person changed suddenly!

It turned out to be just a decrepit old man, but at this moment, he is a swordsman who fights for his life!

"Hundred Sons Extinction Sword!"

Jian Shuangyin couldn't help but whisper, and his face changed color slightly.

The sword in the hand of the Great Pastor is different from ordinary long swords, it is composed of countless pale golden balls of light, the balls of light are ready to move, and the long sword is flickering and shrinking, it looks like a living thing!

The Hundred Sons Extinction Sword is a magic sword!

"Unexpected...... Sword Frost Yin shook his head, "The Hundred Sons Extinction Sword has been lost for a long time, but I didn't expect it to fall into the hands of this old guy?"

Yue Lan Rushuang frowned, "Father, who is this person, and what is the Hundred Sons Extinction Sword?"

Jian Shuangyin sighed gloomily, "This old man is nothing more than a poor man who is obsessed with swords, what is there to say, I know him, but I don't know how many years ago, I don't even remember the name - as for this hundred sons to exterminate the sword ......"

He paused, but there was a glint in his eyes.

"This is a magic sword forged by ancient gods, every ball of light, there is a god and a demon soul, once it explodes, it can take the life of a master at the peak of the heavens!"

Yue Lan Rushuang and the others all gasped, and couldn't help but look at the long sword in the hand of the Great Mushuang.

The dense balls of light on this sword would explode together......

The masters of the peak of the Gathering Heavens, there are probably not many people in the entire Northern Star River, just with this sword, if it is a coincidence, it can kill all the masters except for the top few people!

"No wonder it is called extinction......"

"It's just, what is he doing with this sword at this time?"

Sword Frost Yin frowned, a look of confusion on her face.

The Hundred Sons Extinction Sword,It should be the last hole card of the Great Pastoral Sacrifice.,Take it out at this time.,What is it for?(To be continued.) )