Holding the sword realm in his hand, it is naturally extremely heavy.

But Ye Zhiqiu's grip was comfortable.

The sword, which he had planted thousands of years ago, is finally bearing fruit today.

When Ye Zhiqiu held the sword realm in his hand, he was the ancestor of the sword in this world, and he even saw many people who were proficient in swords through this sword.

At the same time, the people in the world who have made the sword use extremely advanced also perceive in an instant that the most powerful sword in the world has been born.

They went to where they perceived.

And Ye Zhiqiu also went to the place where the hero sword was born.

Ye Zhiqiu saw a mountain peak, this mountain was a hundred zhang high, and on the top of the peak, there were dense swords.

These swords come in all lengths, shapes, and styles, but no two swords look alike or are the same.

They all have a characteristic feature that they are covered with rust stains. The cold wind blew and whimpered, as if the sword body was crying.

"Donor, what is this place?"

When did the little monk see so many swords, he couldn't help but be curious.

"This is the Sword Grave. ”

Ye Zhiqiu climbed the stairs, and as soon as he stepped on the land of the Sword Tomb, he felt several eerie sword qi coming, about to penetrate his body.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't pay attention to it, the sword in his hand spun out countless sword qi sword intent, annihilating all these sword qi, and even those swords that released sword qi were also annihilated.

The sword in Ye Zhiqiu's hand roared, so all the swords in the sword tomb were honest, and they didn't dare to make a mistake again, as if they had met the emperor of the sword.

"Who are you?"

When Ye Zhiqiu walked towards the top of the sword tomb, there was already a person at the top of the sword tomb. This person has sword stars in his eyebrows, and his whole body is full of sword qi, breathing next to him, it seems that the air he inhales is full of sword qi, and he wants to puncture the lobes of the person's trachea and lungs.

This is a person who has cultivated the way of the sword to an extremely high level, and he is also a person who acts recklessly and without scruples.

This was Ye Zhiqiu's first impression when he saw this person.

He also guessed the identity of this person, except for the current martial arts mythical sword saint, there was no one else.

"Who am I? I am me. ”

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the Sword Saint in front of him and answered the Sword Saint's question.

Of course, this kind of answer is equivalent to not answering.

I am naturally me, you are naturally you, I am naturally not you, and you are naturally not me.

The Sword Saint wants to know Ye Zhiqiu's identity, Ye Zhiqiu can tell if he wants to, and if he wants to tell him, he won't tell, everything is from his heart, and he can't be persecuted.

"I want your sword. ”

The Sword Saint's gaze was very keen, and when he glanced at Ye Zhiqiu, his gaze was immediately attracted by the sword in Ye Zhiqiu's hand.

Previously, he had thought about using a heroic sword as his sideline, but now when he saw this outsider, he changed his mind.

What a heroic sword, in front of this sword, is bullshit!

"I don't give. ”

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head and protested against the Sword Saint's behavior.

Just kidding, how could he give this sword to someone else.

"I won't give it to you, you can't rob it. ”

Ye Zhiqiu continued to speak.

He hasn't robbed anything for a long time, even if he travels through the heavens and worlds, he is still polite, how can he be robbed by others.

"Then try it. ”

Today's Sword Saint is a very angry person, he seems to have been invincible in the world for many years, and he feels that he is the only one in the sky and the earth, so when he saw Ye Zhiqiu's sword, he began to grab it.

As soon as he made his move, it was his own sword one.

Sword one, for a sword qi to run through. It's not bells and whistles at all, it's as simple as that, but over the past few decades, I don't know how many swordsmen have died under this trick.

Because it's simple, it's powerful.

Sword One is a combination of absolute killing intent, speed, and strength.

Ye Zhiqiu didn't think so, he moved his sword slightly, and the sword realm exuded sword intent one after another, breaking the sword saint's sword one.

"It's really a good sword!"

Seeing this, the Sword Saint was not angry but happy, and liked the sword in Ye Zhiqiu's hand more and more. "I was born with a sword, I learned swords at the age of five, became famous at the age of nine, and understood the way of the sword at the age of thirteen, I have never met an opponent since my debut, I don't know how many swords have surrendered to me, and this sword should be the same. ”

"Hmm, who gave you the courage?"

Ye Zhiqiu shook his head, the long sword in his hand moved again, and in an instant, twenty-three killing swords appeared in the void. Within the sword, time has almost stood still.

At the same time, above the nine heavens, the lead clouds on the ground were dense, thick and boundless, the wind and clouds surged, the thunder and lightning were great, the heaven and the earth were lightless, and everything was bleak.

When the boundless killing intent started, even people's thinking almost stopped.

Inside the Killing Sword, the Sword Master's complexion seemed to change but could not change, he couldn't move at all, and even his thinking became extremely dull.

If it weren't for the fact that he had an extremely pure sword heart, I was afraid that at this moment, he would be killed and fixed in place, becoming a slaughtered pig and sheep.

"I'm not reconciled, what kind of sword is this?"

The sword master watched himself being frozen, and felt that the void he was in had become a depressing, suffocating, weird, and terrifying painting, and he couldn't help but feel unwilling, he claimed to be the number one sword in the world, but now he was put in an extremely dangerous situation by the other party's sword, where would he be willing?

At the moment of life and death, you have to see the clear heart, at this moment, the sword saint's heart involuntarily rose all kinds of enlightenment, he seemed to remember, the opposite one seemed to be using the six annihilation sword twenty-three created by him in his previous life!

At that time, his name was Huangfu Sword, and as early as the age of sixteen, he had already created his own "Peerless Swordsmanship", defeated all the heroes in the world, and achieved the title of "Sword Saint"!

Later, he realized the twenty-third sword of the Heaven Destroying Jedi, and he was lonely and lonely until he was thirty years old.

After a defeat, he lost everything, and in life is worse than death, he comprehended the Six Annihilation Realm that was even higher than the Sword Twenty-three, but because he was already exhausted at that time, he could not achieve this strongest Sword Twenty-three Realm, so he recorded it in the "Six Annihilation Secret Book", hoping to be able to penetrate his sword intent in the past life and the future in the present life in the continuous reincarnation, and achieve the strongest Sword Twenty-three!

"You seem to understand a lot of things, are they memories of your past life, this is not scientific, and it should not be. ”

When Ye Zhiqiu found that his opponent had upgraded in battle, he felt a little magical, and the sword realm in his hand shone brightly, and before the other party used the sword twenty-three, the sword saint's body was ashed.

"I'm unwilling!"

No matter how unwilling the Sword Master was, he still died.

He died as soon as he broke through, which is much better than killing people after breaking through.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the Sword Saint whose body was destroyed, although he didn't perceive where the power of reincarnation came from, but he also knew that the Sword Saint was very likely to be reincarnated as the Sword Saint Long'er again.

"My things, I give them to you, you can ask for them, I don't give them to you, you can't grab them. ”

Ye Zhiqiu felt a little emotional when he saw that he had killed the Sword Saint casually.