Chapter 364 Good Sword

The fog cleared at sunrise, people came and went, and it was noon in the blink of an eye.

Night Jingtang put on his martial arts attire and wore a bamboo hat on his head, and brought the big black horse from the inn stable; the big white bird, which had been sleeping with Shushu all night, was still awake and was placed in the bag beside the horse. Only his round white head was exposed, and he slept unconsciously.

After waiting for a while, footsteps sounded in the inn.

Ye Jingtang looked back and saw Fan Qinghe, who had changed into casual clothes, walking down the stairs. He had a curtain on his head and his expression was invisible. However, after seeing him, his head was obviously lowered.

Yesterday, Ye Jingtang had a sudden glimpse and saw the sandwich steamed buns, and it actually took a long time for him to calm down. Knowing that Fan Qinghe must be embarrassed, he didn't want to open any pot, so he got on his horse and chatted:

"On the street just now, I saw a few merchants from various tribes in the West Sea. Are they also coming to Jiangzhou to order weapons?"

Fan Qinghe walked up to him, tapped his toes, and sat sideways behind Ye Jingtang:

"We are short of food and iron over there. Originally, the Gouchen tribe could make weapons and armor. But after the Beiliang barbarians took over, they confiscated all the mines and workshops. If you want good weapons, you can only buy them in the rivers and lakes of the Northern and Southern Dynasties..."

Ye Jingtang lightly carried the horse's belly and headed towards the town:

"Don't worry, even if I have nothing to do with the Xihai ministries, I still have to deal with the Beiliang people. These problems will be solved sooner or later."

When Fan Qinghe heard this, his red lips moved slightly, he thought for a while and said:

"You grew up in the Wei Dynasty and have not received any favors from the Xihai tribes, but you have to take on the responsibility of Tianlang King. Speaking of which, we owe you a lot... No matter what other tribes think, I, the Dongming Division, will definitely not treat me as ungrateful. Wolf……"

"Who says I haven't received any favor? Miss Fan has helped me so much..."

"..."

Fan Qinghe wanted to say yes, but the words came to his lips and he paused. After all, she said she was not ungrateful to repay Ye Jingtang's kindness, but because Ye Jingtang accidentally looked at her, she was so entangled in her thoughts that she had to coax her. Isn't this duplicity?

Thinking of this, Fan Qinghe slowly suppressed the hundreds of emotions in his heart, put on his usual cheerful look, and looked around:

"Where's the bird? Are you still looking at the mouse hole?"

"grumble……"

There was a muffled gurgling sound from the luggage behind him, and then there was no movement again.

Fan Qinghe turned around, opened his bag and took a look, and raised his hand to scratch his furry belly.

Seeing that Miss Fan's mood had returned to normal, Ye Jingtang smiled, said nothing, said "drive -" and flew towards the south.

Xiaoshan Fort is located on the southeast coast, not too far from Huangqi Town, but only half a day's journey away.

Ye Jingtang galloped with Fan Qinghe's Pegasus, stopping occasionally to rest the horses along the way, and taking in the beautiful scenery of Jiangzhou. It was not until dusk that the outline of the mountains slowly appeared at the end of the field of vision, and more and more pedestrians appeared on the road. .

Ye Jingtang slowed down his horse and raised his hat slightly to look at the distant mountains. Halfway up the mountainside, he could see a group of majestic and simple buildings, spreading from the mountainside to the town below. The town was crowded with people, and passers-by dressed as warriors could be seen everywhere.

Fan Qinghe sat sideways on her back along the way. It was not easy to lean on the back of Ye Jingtang. After sitting for a long time, her back was inevitably a little sore. When she saw the place, she breathed a sigh of relief and looked at a pavilion on the top of the mountain:

"That's the Xuanyang Pavilion?"

"It should be, but the angle here is wrong. It doesn't look as grand as the rumors say."

Xuanyang Pavilion is located at the top of Xiaoshan Fort. Whenever the sun sets in the west mountain, from certain angles, you can see the red sun just setting on the top of the pavilion, just like the entire villa holding up a bright pearl. The scenery is quite magnificent. It is said that it is the first generation of Xiaoshan Fort. The place where Master Xiaozu attained enlightenment is regarded as a famous scenic spot in Jiangzhou.

When Ye Jingtang was still half a mile away from the town at the foot of the mountain, he turned over and went to the ground, led the horse to Xiaoshan Fort, and looked up again.

Although three hundred years have passed since its peak glory, standing at the foot of the mountain and looking up at the towering buildings halfway up the mountain, one can still feel the majestic spirit that dominated the southeast and dominated the world.

Fan Qinghe followed him and watched the scenery for a while, then began to look at the various people in the town.

The town at the foot of the mountain is not an industry of Xiaoshan Fort. It is full of blacksmith workshops and vendors setting up stalls to buy swords along the street. It is considered a large iron market. You can hear the crisp sound of hitting iron tools and the shouts of vendors everywhere when you walk:

"Don't miss it when you pass by. There are all kinds of famous swords and swords, such as the Chilong Sword, the Lingji Sword, the Junshan Sword... you can find them all."

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Ye Jingtang was originally admiring the magnificent scenery of Da Ri Xuan Mountain. Hearing these words, he was slightly startled and turned to look at the stalls on the street.

The stall is just a few wooden tables put together, with cloth on them, and a row of swords placed on them. Many young warriors gathered around to look at them. Among them, the most viewed one was the Chilong Sword. Some people asked:

"Are you sure it's exactly the same knife as the one used by the Night Hero in Night Terror Hall?"

"The materials are definitely different, but this knife is forged against the real thing. It's absolutely hard to tell the difference in appearance. If there is any discrepancy, you can come back and chop me with the knife at any time..."

"I can't see Wu Kui, how do I know if there is anything going in or out..."

"There is a long way to go. If you practice martial arts well, you will eventually encounter someone one day. People must have ambition..."

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Fan Qinghe stopped on the street, looked at the crowd, and whispered:

"The local Jianghu people are too unethical. They talk nonsense openly, but you don't care?"

Ye Jingtang glanced at it and saw that the hawker was selling a knife. The knife was two and a half fingers wide and three feet long. The guard ring was decorated with chilong carvings. It was even carefully aged, although it was not difficult to tell the authenticity. , but the style is indeed the same.

Seeing that the workmanship of the knife was pretty good, Ye Jingtang shook his head and said with a smile:

"If you look at it from a distance, it can be considered an imitation of the genuine product, not nonsense. People all over the street are carrying Chilong knives to imitate my appearance. To be honest, it is more convenient for me to travel around the world, and I don't even need to disguise myself."

Seeing this, Fan Qinghe stopped minding his own business and walked along, looking at the robe on Ye Jingtang again:

"By the way, why do you always wear black robes? I think you should look more fairy-like in white robes."

Ye Jingtang does not like a certain color of clothes, but it is a habit he has had since childhood. He explained:

"Black clothes are stain-resistant and can't be seen if they are stained with blood. If you wear white clothes, you will have to change them if they are splashed with blood. You won't have the time to go out as a escort. Well... if you want to see it, I will go back and get a white robe and wear it. show you."

"..."

Fan Qinghe actually thinks Ye Jingtang looks best without clothes. The lines of his chest and abdominal muscles can make people blush. However, Fan Qinghe naturally could not express these thoughts clearly, he just said:

"What am I looking at? You should wear it for Sanniang and the others to see... We're at the place, how do we get in?"

While the two were chatting, they had already arrived at the gate of Xiaoshan Fort.

The gate of Xiaoshan Fort is a white stone archway. Outside, there are four disciples with swords hanging on their waists. From time to time, young warriors from the sect come in and out, chatting with each other:

"The people in Sanjue Valley are really powerful. They have fought for two rounds in a row. If no one can suppress them anymore, we in Jiangzhou will be embarrassed..."

"After all, the Sanjue Immortal is someone who has fought against the old Immortal of Fengguan City. How can his apprentice be great? But don't worry, the young master of Jinhu Villa will definitely not lose..."

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Ye Jingtang paid attention nearby for a moment, and it could be seen that there was a martial arts competition going on in Xiaoshan Fort. There were many Jianghu people coming over, but he needed to announce his family name when he came to the door. If he announced his name, I am afraid that the entire Xiaoshan Fort would have to shrink its neck, and it would definitely not be possible. thing.

"Let's sneak in quietly when it gets dark. There is a cave in the back mountain of Xiaoshan Fort. It is heavily guarded and there should be something hidden there. The main reason we came here this time is to find out what is hidden inside..."

Ye Jingtang and Fan Qinghe talked about the action plan, put the horse in the stable of the inn, changed into clothes suitable for sneaking, and after the sun completely set, they walked together along the foot of the mountain towards the back...

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Ding ding——

Bang!

As the sun sets and the moon rises, the lanterns are lit up in Xiaoshan Fort. The central arena is filled with glints of swords and swords, surrounded by disciples from various major sects, as well as some famous jianghu sects from Jiangzhou.

The masters and masters of each sect were sitting in the main hall of the villa. There were about forty seats. Most of them were local celebrities in Jiangzhou, and the rest were people from Zezhou, Wuzhou and other places.

Although Xiaoshan Fort is no longer what it used to be, with more than forty people present, Xiao Zongyuan can be considered the top master, and few others have heard of their names in the world, but because of the richness of their ancestors, the main hall is quite impressive.

The main hall is built against the mountain, with four huge pillars in the middle supporting the dome. On both sides of the outer platform, there are left and right side halls, and the front is the vast world. Sitting at the top of the main hall, you feel like you are living on the top of the mountain and looking down upon the world.

However, because Wu Kui was not in charge, the castle owner Xiao Zongyuan did not dare to put on such a big show. The main seat on the steps of the main hall had long been demolished and turned into an altar, with an incense burner, a copper stove and several famous soldiers. With three portraits.

The old man in Confucian robes in the middle of the portrait is the ancestor Xiao who once dominated the world; on the left and right are the ZTE members of Xiaoshan Fort.

Xiao Zongyuan looked very elegant. He was sitting on a high chair under the altar, holding a tea cup in his hand and carefully observing the competition among the juniors outside. On the right is the gray-haired Sanjue Immortal, and on the left is the number two figure in Jiangzhou, Linghu Rengang, the owner of Jinhu Villa.

Jinhu Villa is also a big sect in Jianghu. More than thirty years ago, it briefly replaced Xiaoshan Fort and became the overlord of Jiangzhou; but since the old owner of the Villa was held down by Lu Jieyun in Wanghai Tower, Jinhu Villa The villa also plummeted and gradually faded out of sight.

Originally, Jinhu Villa and Xiaoshan Fort were still competitors, but after they became brothers in need, their relationship got better, and now they can be regarded as wearing a pair of trousers and hugging each other to keep warm.

At this time, those competing outside were the direct descendants of the Sanjue Immortal and the direct sons of Linghu Rengang. Although they were far behind the Ye Jingtang of the same age, they were already considered outstanding among their peers.

Sanjue Immortal, as a martial artist from another state, went to Jiangzhou as a guest. His apprentice came to wear one and wear two, and now he is preparing to wear one and three, so he was naturally happy in his heart.

However, in front of a crowd of Jiangzhou celebrities, Sanjue Immortal could not get carried away and just stroked his beard and commented:

"Young people are formidable. Nephew Linghu's skills are indeed as good as those of old master Linghu. If he had been two years older, I'm afraid this stupid apprentice would be thrown off the ring if he couldn't do more than three moves..."

Linghu Rengang saw that his son's situation was not good, but his expression was calm:

"Lao Guang's words are an exaggeration. A dog is only eighteen or nineteen years old. It is not easy to learn the family traditions passed down by our ancestors. To talk about his charisma and to compare him with my father is to praise him too much."

"hehe……"

The Sanjue Immortal was in his seventies, and he was the same generation as the old owner of Jinhu Villa, Linghu Guanzhi. They had met before, and when they talked about this, he asked again:

"How is old owner Linghu doing lately? Speaking of which, we haven't seen each other for many years..."

The battle between Wu and Kui is all about life. It is difficult to end the battle of life and death. After defeat, there will usually be hidden diseases. If the other party spares his hand, he will have no shame to continue to travel around the world to fight for fame and fortune. Normally, it is all about gold. Wash your hands and make way for the newcomer.

Linghu Guanzhi was not ranked high among the martial arts back then. During the battle with Lu Jieyun at Wanghai Tower, due to exhaustion and severe damage to his energy, he was expelled from the world on the spot. He has not been seen again for thirty years, and has even been dismissed by the contemporary world. People have forgotten it, but only the Sanjue Immortal and other old people still remember it.

As a son, Linghu Rengang shook his head and sighed when faced with this problem;

"Mr. Guang is worried. My father is still in good health, but he is still the same. He stays behind closed doors all day, forging iron and swords, and does not want to see outsiders."

The Sanjue Immortal Man stroked his beard and nodded, and was about to say a few more polite words, when his ears suddenly twitched and he turned to look at the portrait of the Patriarch behind him.

Boom~

Boom~

There was a slight muffled sound, and the candlelight on the altar trembled slightly. It felt like a dragon python was running rampant inside the mountain.

Xiao Zongyuan and Linghu Rengang naturally heard the noise. Their originally warm expressions disappeared and turned solemn. They both looked at the portrait of their ancestor behind them...

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"Gu~~Gu~~..."

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and distant birds were singing in the night sky.

Several disciples of Xiaoshan Fort were walking back and forth on the forest path with their swords in their hands. In the elegant surrounding houses, they could still hear the chatter of the person in charge:

"According to the news from Jiangzhou City, the newly built official sword should be selected by the imperial court..."

"The cost is too high. It will take three to five months to talk about it..."

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The back mountain is different from the majestic buildings in front of Xiaoshan Fort. It is more like a garden with beautiful mountains and clear waters. Several villas are hidden among the bamboo forests. They are not far from each other but do not interfere with each other. They have excellent privacy. They are the masters and hall masters. A place for high-rise residents to live.

Ye Jingtang went around from the foot of the mountain to the back mountain. The deeper they went, the tighter the defense became. Not only were there open sentinels, but there were also hidden sentinels hidden among the bamboo forests. Although they would not find his traces, they wanted to find the cave that Bing Tuo Tuo mentioned. , it’s still a bit difficult.

Fan Qinghe has been visiting Jianghu in the Northern Dynasties all year round. He is much more skilled than Ye Jingtang in finding hidden forbidden areas. At this time, he silently walked along a small ditch, looking for possible traps on the ground, and whispered:

"The entrance to the cave cannot be seen from the back mountain, but the source of this small water channel is in the courtyard above. There must be a spring mouth inside. If you look along, you should be able to find the entrance..."

In order to make it easier to sneak in, Fan Qinghe put on night clothes, the same outfit he wore when Wu Zhou showed up just now. The tight black clothes wrapped his slim and graceful figure, and his hair and cheeks were covered with black cloth, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed. ; In order to prevent the patrolling disciples from noticing something strange, they still bent down and led the way.

Ye Jingtang was wearing a black robe and covering his face, walking behind Fan Qinghe. Two feet away in front of him was his slim waist and the full moon. However, when he was doing business, he didn't look around and just listened to the goings on.

The two of them walked forward for half a mile, bypassing all the open and hidden sentries, and gradually arrived outside the courtyard that Fan Qinghe mentioned.

The courtyard has a high fence and is surrounded by green bamboos. There are no traces of activity on the ground, and it seems that very few people come and go.

Ye Jingtang poked his head through the wall and looked into the courtyard. It could be seen that the courtyard was clean. There was a faint smell of charcoal fire coming from the house, but it was not obvious and ordinary people could not feel it at all.

Fan listened for a moment and found that there was no one in the yard. The two of them landed together under the eaves, one on the left and the other on the right.

Ye Jingtang did not act rashly, but was alert to the surroundings; Fan Qinghe carefully checked the door, then took out a thin needle and slowly slid it up along the crack of the door. After confirming that there was no mechanism, he quietly opened the door. , ducking into the room.

The room was a warehouse, and the rows of shelves were filled with ores. It seemed that they hadn't been moved for a long time, and a layer of dust had fallen on them. However, the middle of the floor was clean, and it was obvious that someone was moving around.

Fan Qinghe listened carefully and could hear the slight sound of water flowing. She followed it to the corner of the house and gently moved a wooden box three stacked up, revealing a doorway behind it.

The doorway is a room with no windows on all sides. In the middle is a staircase leading to the underground. The water channel outside is connected to this place.

Seeing this, Ye Jingtang felt that Xiaoshan Fort's method of hiding things was quite simple, but he did not take it lightly. He pressed the handle of the knife and walked in front. He silently descended the stairs and walked along the tunnel. He found that the tunnel was very deep. It feels like it connects the top of Xiaoshan Fort from front to back, a bit like the escape route for a sect to take refuge when encountering a strong enemy.

Fan Qinghe also felt this way after walking for a while, but after walking for a while, he suddenly found a vague red light spot in front of him.

Ye Jingtang raised his hand slightly to warn Fan Qinghe to be careful, and then slowly walked towards the red light spot, and soon discovered that it was a doorway.

Inside the door is a large room hidden in the mountain. From the tunnel, you can see a giant black stove in the center. There are shelves next to the wall, and they are all equipped with swords, guns, swords and halberds. Although it is far away, from the weapons From the luster, it can still be seen that it is not an ordinary weapon.

Ye Jingtang estimated that this large furnace was a sword-making furnace that was rumored to have not been extinguished for hundreds of years. The smoke exhaust port should have led to the surface, but the smell of smoke could still be smelled. The temperature was also very hot, and even the ground was hot.

Seeing that there was still fire in the stove, Ye Jingtang behaved very cautiously, and slowly moved to the entrance of the room like a shadow, listening carefully - except for the sound of burning flames, there was nothing unusual in the room, and there seemed to be no one there.

Seeing this, Ye Jingtang entered the hot hall with his sword in hand and searched the surrounding weapon racks, trying to find traces of the Emperor's Sword and other items.

But just two steps out of the door, Ye Jingtang suddenly stopped and raised his hand to stop Fan Qinghe who was following behind.

Snapped--

At this time, a thunderous explosion suddenly came from the dead silence hall.

From behind the black blast furnace, a three-foot-long black snake suddenly sprang out and swept towards the place where the two of them were with a terrifying momentum that shattered the air.

The black snake is a long black whip as thick as a thumb. It is thrown out by an unknown method and turns into a half arc in mid-air. The whip just scratches the wooden frame beside the wall and then whips it into pieces without giving almost any chance to react. Already coming close.

Choking——

A cold light flashed in the hall.

Ye Jingtang's Chilong Saber unsheathed in the blink of an eye and intercepted the whip that was so fast that it was difficult to see clearly. The result was an explosion of "dang——".

The Chilong Knife exploded with sparks, and the straight blade trembled violently, instantly turning into a wavy soft strip.

Ye Jingtang held the Chilong Saber upside down, and as soon as he made contact with the whip, he realized that something was wrong - the other party seemed to know that it was him, and even more aware of the weapon and starting moves he used. The frightening whip struck just in time. At the weakest point of the blade, the vast energy gathered into a point and exploded, obviously trying to break the blade.

The Chilong Sword was a famous weapon and would not be cut off so easily. However, if the tip of the sword was hit hard from the side, it could easily be destroyed if the force was not correct. Ye Jingtang immediately let go of his left hand.

Dang~

As soon as the tyrannical energy burst out, the Chilong Sword flew out.

Ye Jingtang rushed to the right at the same time, grabbed the handle of the spinning knife in mid-air to release his force, flew to the wall and stepped heavily on the wall with his feet.

boom--

The wall, which had been blackened by smoke, was dented and cracked under the heavy tread, directly shaking the weapon rack below.

Wow——

Ye Jingtang was as fast as thunder, drawing a right angle in the room, holding a knife in his right hand and rushing towards the back of the blast furnace. At this time, he could clearly see the figure behind the blast furnace.

Behind the black furnace was an old man in a lake-blue robe. His body was as thin as a hardened iron pine. His aura was breathtakingly steady, and his eyes were staring at him emotionlessly.

The moment he rushed to the right and turned back, the old man had already withdrawn his long whip, and his body was like flying catkins, retreating without wind. His right hand flew around, and the three-foot long whip turned into a spiral, covering everything in front of him. He shook his hand fiercely, and the black whip A wave emerged from the center of the spiral and burst forward, attacking the waist and abdomen of Ye Jingtang.

Ye Jingtang stabbed with the knife. Faced with this rare approach, he did not choose to charge hard. He stopped suddenly when he landed on the ground, and then flew back. Before the whip could collapse in front of him, he had already sheathed the knife. At the same time, He pulled out a long gun from the weapons rack on his side.

clang--

The long whip collapsed on the bright silver spear head, and the nine-foot long spear collapsed into a soft spear, and the barrel of the spear trembled violently.

Ye Jingtang didn't wait for the energy to reach his palm, he had already wrapped the soft whip around the gun with one hand, and pressed down to try to disarm.

But the old man's whip technique was quite sophisticated. He followed the trend with his wrist and shook the soft whip away. He ducked behind the furnace and collapsed forward with one hand, crashing the whip into the burning furnace.

Bang!

An explosion rang out from the furnace, and several feet long tongues of red flame surged out, instantly illuminating the entire darkened hall.

The Night Terror Hall was on the back side of the blast furnace and could not be harmed by the flames, but the indestructible black rock wall in front suddenly emitted a red light.

Night Terror Hall originally thought that the old man had broken the furnace wall, and attacked the partition wall with a long whip. He directly raised his gun and tried to break away the red flames that shot out.

The result was unbelievable. When the bright silver spear touched the red flame, it was like a tender bamboo shoot touching the tip of a knife. The tip of the spear was pierced without even the sound of the collision of gold and iron. The red flame did not stop for a moment and stabbed directly. Centripetal door.

Cha——

? !

Even if the spear in Ye Jingtang's hand was not a famous soldier, it was definitely expensive to make. Seeing that the bright spear tip was pierced like tofu, he was naturally shocked in his heart and he immediately turned away forcefully.

But Rao's reaction was astonishing, and he still couldn't completely dodge this counter-intuitive attack. The red flames drew a red line in the dark room, passing under the ribs and piercing the wall diagonally upwards.

Cha——

After this attack, the movement in the underground hall where the conflict suddenly broke out suddenly stopped.

Fan Qinghe did not dare to intervene rashly for fear of being delayed. When he found Ye Jingtang, whose momentum was overwhelming his opponent, something suddenly went wrong with the weapon in his hand. He almost hit the middle door wide open, and his face immediately turned pale:

"Night Terror Hall!"

Ye Jingtang has been walking around the world for so long, and this is the first time he has encountered such a strange situation. He is holding a spear in both hands, his heart is beating like a drum, and his breathing is almost stagnant. When the red light flashes past, he lowers his eyes and looks down - Fortunately, it flashed. Quickly enough, only a sword hole was pierced through the flesh on the side of the body.

Although he was not injured, Ye Jingtang was still frightened and had no idea what was flying over just now. After making sure that his body was fine, he didn't even care about his opponent and looked back at the wall.

The old man who had released the sword from the furnace also stopped and looked up.

呲呲呲……

On the wall behind, there is a red sword stick.

The sword was three feet long and half of it was submerged into the stone wall. The surface was stained with blood and white smoke came out. However, it burned away in an instant and there was no movement. The temperature dropped and the entire sword became dimmed a bit, showing a faint golden light.

When the old man saw the faint golden glow, his eyes that had always remained calm showed a bit of surprise, and he quickly stepped forward to retrieve the sword strip.

But Ye Jingtang was almost impaled by this ghost, how could he return the sword to its original owner? He flew up first, wrapped his right hand with his sleeve robe, and grabbed the sword.

The sword strip had been smelted in the furnace for an unknown period of time, but it was still red. The moment I took it, my robe was burned to pieces.

The sharp pain of burning skin came, Ye Jingtang frowned secretly, quickly pulled out the sword blade, dropped it to the ground, and stabbed it into the oil pool next to the wall used for quenching.

Stab la la...

White smoke instantly billowed out of the oil pool, and the temperature of the sword strip dropped rapidly.

The old man paused in his steps. He was about to say something, but he immediately realized the problem, his face changed slightly, and he immediately whipped Ye Jingtang's sword-holding right arm.

Ye Jingtang's eyes darkened slightly, and he immediately slashed his sword to the side.

Wow——

The black water of the oil pool splashed everywhere, and a golden light suddenly appeared, bringing out the sound of swords in the sky.

Phew~

The long black whip was drawn in the air, and the blade was cut off instantly as it touched the blade, just like a wicker drawn towards the blade.

Suspense flashed in the old man's eyes, his movements stopped suddenly, and he took two steps back to distance himself.

Buzz buzz~

The sword edge stopped, still trembling.

Ye Jingtang held the sword in his right hand and wiped the blade of the sword with his thumb to suppress the vibration. His eyes were full of surprise and he gave up the idea of ​​continuing to fight. He raised his eyes and looked at the unknown old man in front of him:

"I have long heard that Senior Linghu is very good at making swords, and that the magical power of combining yin and yang is famous in the world. When I see him today, he is well-deserved."

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From 6 o'clock yesterday afternoon until now, I have only written more than 7,000 words, and I feel numb or2