"Hmph..." The three-pointed two-edged sword was not polite, and once again condensed the armor left on this broken land to control the armor, and the spirit of the armor controlled her body, and the sword had extremely murderous aura.

The Shushan Sword Immortal, transformed ink, did not take action to stop the three sharp swords from condensing. Instead, he was silently waiting for the three sharp swords to condense the armor they controlled.

That indifferent meaning made the three-pointed two-edged sword feel a...

A strong insult.

"I'm humiliating, let's die."

After saying that, he wanted to use the blade to blow away the Mo Hua Shushan Sword Fairy, then blow her away, and then hit Li Wei, the hateful guy.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Li Weizhen.

But this is the personality of "Sword Sixty-Six" that transformed her into a primordial character.

She won't kill.

Unprepared poor and weak.

The same is true when facing the three sharp swords, and the strong Heavenly Court at that time.

Nothing will change.

That is her personality and arrogance.

When the three sharp swords were ready, the ink-like sword Sixty-six waved the sword.

The sword energy of Shushan Sword Immortal even shattered a small hill floating in the air.

The three-pointed two-edged sword fights with this sword energy and fights together.

Cut, cut, and cut.

The sword energy of the three zodiac signs is blending with each other, leaving sword marks on the three-pointed two-edged sword.

"Master, what do you mean?" the middle-aged scholar said in surprise.

Li Wei just said lightly: "Since he has itchy skills, I will be satisfied with him."

The three sharp swords fought the "Sword Sixty-Six" transformed by ink and wash, and they were "full of joy".

After all, He is just a blade, a blade with self-consciousness.

It's different from Yang Jian's hands after all.

But He was not a vegetarian. He was about to incite the true method. When he fought for another wave, the sword Sixty-six disappeared.

Only Him who was somewhat stunned was left.

Li Wei touched his chin.

‘Sure enough, my endless sword god’s imitation is not complete enough, and I cannot fully exercise the sword technique.’

Then Li Wei waved his sleeves and said.

"Let's go, lead the way to meet... Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun."

"Um."

The middle-aged scribe obviously seems much more serious than just now.

The swordsman who transformed just now really made him stunned.

The magical powers transformed by casually can actually make the Three Sharp Knife fall into a tough battle...

Such supernatural powers should not be underestimated.

Only Sanjiandao had a stomach full of food. He just wanted to fight with all his strength, but the warm-up had just finished, so he told him that it was over...

How could He not be frustrated? He could only spread a stomach of anger on the floating pumice stones, making this broken Heavenly Palace look even more broken.

Li Wei watched from the side, whispering in his heart.

This sky palace is broken to this point, will there be such a tantrum of swords and weapons?

Probably, there are.

...

Compared with the three-pointed two-edged sword with a bad temper, this middle-aged scholar transformed from a silver bullet and a gold bow is obviously easier to communicate with.

"This place is Xuanpu Palace, a place to cultivate the spiritual medicine of heaven and earth. However, now only a piece of ruins is left, and only a little herb can grow to feed the remaining Tianma."

"Well... the Heavenly Palace back then was indeed a glorious place."

"Yes, back then..."

The middle-aged scribe just sighed and said, "It's just that the Heavenly Palace is what it is now... It's broken, without any gods or divinity, and it's already the end."

"Is it the end?"

Li Wei thought about the prosperity and transcendence that had entered Buddhism before, and then to the current era, it was only a thousand years.

For practitioners, the number of thousands of years is not an insurmountable number, but the heavenly court has already declined.

Too fast.

Even in terms of the lifespan of a practitioner, the existence of the heavenly court is just a "blink of an eye" to history and the world, and then the era of mankind.

Of course, at this moment, you can still see the peak of the civilization of the God-Age.

A glimpse of the Viagra of the Taoist Heaven back then.

"Master, you are from the world, right? So, what is the world today? Is it still a mess and chasing all the people?"

"How to say... If you say peace, it will definitely be more peaceful than before, but if you say peace, then there is nothing." Li Wei also touched his chin, not knowing how to summarize it.

The middle-aged scribe simply didn't ask much, but bowed and said, "Master, don't blame the Three Sharp Knife for being disrespectful to you. The main reason is that He has not seen a living person for so many years. He has not known how many times or how many times he has discussed with us. It is normal for him to be excited when he meets people outside the heavenly court."

"Is this so?"

Li Wei touched his chin, his expression seemed a little strange.

It feels a bit weird from beginning to end...

But I can't tell what's weird.

Over the years, Yang Jian’s eight magic weapons have transformed into consciousness, form, and emotions.

Each has its own personalities, magical powers, and magical powers.

"In these long years, my Lord sometimes fell asleep and sometimes woke up. Although in most cases, awakening was not very complete... It was always like a long sleep, suddenly awakening, and then continued to fall asleep."

The middle-aged scribe paused and said, "When your breath appears, my Lord will wake up in the true sense. It is your breath that awakened my Lord..."

"My breath?"

Li Wei thought about it, it shouldn't be his own breath, but the breath of the Master Ziwei Star.

After some talk, the middle-aged scholar rubbed his hands and said.

"If possible, I want to have a chance to have a fight with the woman... just now."

It turns out that I'm waiting for myself here.

After all, the silver bullet and gold bow are also the sword weapon for Yang Jian to settle down, and are immortal soldiers of the same level as the three sharp swords.

Has the same might and power.

There is also a fighting spirit.

It's just that the way the Three Sharp Knife expresses fighting spirit is different, this silver bullet and golden bow is just shy.

"This, I have a chance in the future." Li Wei smiled.

"Too."

The silver bullet and golden bow thought about it and that move just now must have consumed a lot.

Of course, the real reason is not expensive.

The power of the "Endless Sword God" does not consume much mana, but more of a kind of inexplicable "rule".

After the ‘rules’ are used, they need to be restored and it takes some time.

In human terms, the skills cool down a little longer, but it is consumed, to be honest, that's it.

If it was a lot of money, Sword Sixty-six would not have used up the Endless Sword God back then, and could still swing a shocking sword.

...

Then, the middle-aged scholar took Li Wei to a deserted place.

On the desolate land, there is also a broken plaque of "Lingxiao Palace".

Next to the broken plaque was a man five meters tall, wearing silver armor, with a calm expression.

"Are you here?"

"Is it the Master of Ziwei Star? Jade Emperor's Old Man, or..."

At this time, Li Wei bowed and said.

"I'm clear."
Chapter completed!