On the other side, Li Mochou tightened another glass long sword pinned to his waist, this sword was given to her after Murong Fu copied Prince Bao's treasury, she kept it properly as a token of love, and was never willing to use it to kill, this time she brought the glass sword out just in case, and the moment the blue light rose, she also felt that the glass sword was vibrating, but it was not as strong as the equality sword.

"What's that......"

"Haven't heard of a sword that can fly on its own?"

"It seems that there is some treasure in Shangshu Mansion that attracts that sword. ”

Everyone didn't care about fighting, they looked up and whispered.

Murong Fu frowned slightly, and asked Murong Chao, "This is where you rely on?"

"Hey," Murong Chao sneered, "Boy, do you think that with the Heavenly Sword, you can do whatever you want?" Let me let you see today, there are people outside the world, there is a sky outside the sky, you are still very tender!"

"You actually know the Heavenly Sword?" a flash of surprise flashed across Murong Fu's face, "So you're also forging the Heavenly Sword?"

When he asked this, even he himself felt incredible, thinking that Xia Ke Island, after several generations of hard work, it took a lot of heaven and earth essences, and just like that, he only successfully recast the Heavenly Sword, how could Lin'an Murong have such strength.

"Heaven Casting Sword?" Murong Chao seemed to be overly proud, and explained with a smile, "No, no, no, my Murong family doesn't have that kind of strength, but those ancient sword casting masters do, and the old man just collected an ancient strange sword in his early years, and he just woke it up today." ”

"Wake up?" Murong Fu wanted to ask again, but at this moment, the Heavenly Sword hovering in the air trembled slightly, and flew back towards Murong Fu, and the green light gradually faded, Murong Fu's heart tightened, and he hurriedly dodged out and grabbed the Heavenly Sword in his hand, at this time, he never dared to let the Heavenly Sword fall into the hands of the enemy.

Landing again, Murong Fu carefully glanced at the Heavenly Sword in his hand, it was still cold and pressing, the blade was like frost and snow, and there was no obvious change, but a strange emotion came from the palm of his hand, and he seemed to be very unwilling, wanting to compete with the thing that had just emitted blue light.

"Master, what is that?" Li Mochou asked in a curious low voice when he came behind Murong Fu.

Murong Fu shook his head, he still hadn't figured out what Murong Chao was doing.

However, Murong Chao obviously didn't mean to explain his doubts, his face was full of smiles, and he looked like "boy, you are dead".

Murong Fu was about to speak, when his ears suddenly moved, and he looked towards the door of the main hall, where there was an old figure of a dragon bell slowly walking out, his steps were steady, silent, half of his body was leaning, and he was holding a simple sheathed long sword in his hand.

"I think that it was the sword that caused that kind of vision before, what kind of sword can give Murong Chao such confidence? And this old man with a sword, the soil is buried to his neck, his breath is long and long, and the depth of his internal strength is directly chasing the flow of the three major offerings...... Murong Fu's mind was full of thoughts, but he couldn't figure it out.

Murong Chao turned around and saluted quite respectfully, and called out "Second Uncle" in his mouth.

Murong Chui didn't answer, he slowly came to Murong Chao's side, and looked at Murong Fu with a look, his eyes flashed, as if he wanted to see him through at a glance.

At that moment, Murong Fu seemed to be being targeted by something, and there was a chill in his heart, but he was also an arrogant person, how could he be frightened away by a look, and looked at the old man without flinching, and said, "But I don't know who this senior is?"

The old man's gaze calmed down, and the old man's voice sounded, "Old Murong Chui, I heard that you are the descendant of the ancestor of Dragon City, you are indeed a talent, and your talent is peerless, compared to the ancestor of Dragon City, it is not much better, speaking of which, our lineage is of the same origin as yours, why kill each other and fight in the same room?"

His voice is chaotic, and there is no feeling of breaking his voice, it is very comfortable to listen to in his ears, his tone is not hurried or slow, and there is a certain rhythm faintly, giving people a very close feeling, very convincing.

When Murong Fu heard this, a feeling of shame rose, and then his heart sank, and he hurriedly used the method of clearing his heart and calming his qi, his mind was cold, and all distracting thoughts dissipated, so he looked at Murong Chui with a solemn face, and said disdainfully, "The younger generation doesn't dare to climb relatives, you are you, we are us, there is only one Murong family in the world, oh yes, I forgot to inform you, I have revised the family rules, and anyone who judges the Murong family will never be allowed to take 'Murong' as the surname again." ”

"You ......" Rao is Murong Chui has lived for such a long time, what kind of wind and waves have not been seen, but he was also so angry by his words that he almost ran away, what betrayed the Murong family, what must not be surnamed "Murong", this is simply a slap in the face in public, when Murong Yanzhao ran away, at most it was a family split, and there was no defection at all, even Murong Longcheng never said such a thing.

Taking a deep breath, Murong Chui grinned, "The little baby is very sharp-toothed, and her martial arts are really good, and she also got the Ancient Heavenly Sword by chance, so I don't know if it can beat this sword in the hands of the old man." ”

As he spoke, he slowly drew his sword.

"This is ......" Murong Fu was stunned, the sword was three feet long, the sword body was silver-white, with a faint blue light flashing, and there were seven small holes arranged in the middle of the blade, and an extremely delicate thin line connected the small holes in series, forming an array of the Big Dipper, looming like stars, very mysterious.

"Seven-Star Sword?" After Li Mochou glanced at it, she couldn't help muttering, she had never seen the Seven-Star Sword, but when she was in the Ancient Tomb Sect, she had heard Master describe the appearance of the Seven-Star Sword, the treasure of the Quanzhen Sect, and when she saw the Big Dipper on the sword, she immediately thought of the Seven-Star Sword.

Murong Fu shook his head slowly, "If I'm not mistaken, this is one of the Ancient Divine Swords, the Seven-Star Dragon Yuan. ”

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked, the ancient divine sword has been passed down for a long time, but it is just a rumor, so many years have passed, and it is impossible to determine whether it really exists, how can it be said that it appeared, but thinking about the vision that appeared before, and the extraordinary nature of the sword at this moment, it seems that there is also a little possibility.

However, Murong Chao and Murong Trai glanced at Murong Fu unexpectedly, and Murong Trai said, "Little baby is very knowledgeable, yes, this sword is called 'Dragon Spring', which is what you call 'Seven Star Dragon Yuan'." ”

"It's really!" Murong Fu was only skeptical, and guessed casually, he didn't expect that the Ancient Divine Sword really existed in the world.

Since he obtained the Heavenly Sword on Xia Ke Island, he has collected a lot of ancient books about ancient swordsmanship, and learned many rumors about the ancient sword, among which there is a record of this seven-star dragon yuan.

It is said that this sword is cast by the ancient sword-casting master Ou Yezi and the cadre, before the sword is formed, the sword is cast by the seven stars of the Big Dipper, it is called "Seven Stars", after the sword is formed, looking down on the sword body is like gazing into the abyss, ethereal and deep as if there is a giant dragon lying down, it is called "Longyuan", so the sword is called "Seven Stars Longyuan", referred to as Longyuan Sword.

However, in the Tang Dynasty, Tang Gaozu Li Yuan avoided this sword, and changed its name to Longquan, and there is a more grotesque rumor that Wei Zhengmeng beheaded the Dragon King of Jinghe during the Tang Dynasty, and this sword was used.

Murong Fu thought back to the information of the Ancient Divine Sword, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that this was simply nonsense, if the Ancient Divine Sword really existed, why hadn't anyone mentioned it for so many years, and no one had looked for it, thinking about it, a Heavenly Sword and a Dragon Slaying Knife would stir up the entire rivers and lakes into a bloody storm, this Ancient Divine Sword was in the world, and the world was in chaos?

In fact, this is what he thinks, the ancient sword has been passed down in the world, the youngest is also above the millennium, and it has been attached to all kinds of myths and legends, and over time it has become a legendary thing, very mythical, people in the rivers and lakes like magic weapons, but they also have to be able to touch and see it, the sword and dragon slayer knife or something are real, who will be full to find an ethereal sword.

Of course, there is another reason, after being circulated for so many years, the divine sword has either been dusty for a long time and has become the same as ordinary things, which is difficult for ordinary people to distinguish, or it has fallen into the hands of some powerful figures, and it will not appear in the world easily, because it is different from the dragon slayer knife of the Heavenly Sword, each of the ancient divine swords has a special meaning, like the dragon spring in front of you, it represents "slaying the dragon", who has the courage to take it out and swagger through the market?

Even though Murong Fu was surprised, it was normal to think about it, the Heavenly Sword in his hand was also not an extraordinary thing, it was forged according to the Ancient Sword Casting Technique, so it was not impossible that there were other Ancient Divine Swords in the world.

Despite this, he couldn't help but ask, "Is this really the Longquan Sword?"

A strange smile appeared on Murong Chui's withered old face, "Whether it's true or not, you can find out if you try it." ”

Before the words fell, his figure swept out, and the long sword in his hand was blue, enveloping his whole person, like a cyan match, rolling towards Murong Fu.

Murong Fu didn't dare to be careless, he pushed Li Mochou away with his side, quickly pinched the trick with both hands, and the heavenly sword roared, and even the sword turned into a bright white light.

With a "zilala" sound, the white and cyan horses crossed over, and a piercing sound that seemed to cut through the void sounded, and everyone saw that the intersection was full of sparks, and the sword qi collided fiercely, and nothing else could be seen clearly.

After the two sides staggered, the sword light that Murong Fu turned around, reversed and returned from the air, and the cyan sword light did not show weakness, and in the blink of an eye, he spared a circle and confronted Murong Fu head-on.

For a while, the two sword lights came and went, and the sword qi flew sideways wherever they passed, and the dodge was a little slower, and they were directly missing arms and legs, and everyone was so frightened that they dodged in panic.

Before the main hall, Murong Chao was secretly anxious, he naturally knew that Murong Chui's skills were inferior to him, the reason why he was so powerful was only by relying on the power of the Longquan Sword, but after a long time, he must not be Murong Fu's opponent, originally planned that he would join forces with Murong Chui who was holding the Longquan Sword, and he would definitely be able to suppress Murong Fu, but in this situation, he couldn't intervene at all.

Sure enough, within a moment or three, after the white light and cyan light staggered several times, the speed of the blue light slowed down significantly, and the figure of Murong Chui had already appeared, but the white light became more and more fierce, like a thin white line, and everywhere it passed, the void left a faint imprint.