Chapter 163 You must sharpen your weapon first

The sword was three feet and seven inches long. It was originally made of ordinary thousand-forged black iron, but it had been cultivated in the hands of an unparalleled sword emperor for decades and became extremely sharp. When the blade cut through Ye Chuxiao's huge

The scorching sunlight mixed into the sword light.

The entire majestic solitary peak also seemed to become as dangerous as a dangerous building.

Every ray of sword light is mixed with the fierce will of this sword king.

He seemed to show Ye Chuxiao another use of the artistic conception field.

Sacrificing what is complete and pursuing what is lacking, the complete realm is broken open, crushed, and transformed into the subtle glint of the sword, making every attack full of deterrence.

Faced with such a domineering and fierce attack from the old sword king, Ye Chuxiao held the sword in both hands. Although his field was cut through, his sword defense did not waver at all.

The realm is just a symbol of the artistic conception. It can never represent the whole of a monk, let alone exist. Once the realm is broken, it is possible that all the momentum will be lost.

In fact, although Ye Chuxiao's territory was cut open with a single knife, it was filled with more turbulent and majestic force, like two giant peaks, slowly closing in the middle.

Once they are close together, there will be unparalleled pressure, directly overtaking the old sword emperor.

For a moment, his knife became his person, and his person turned into a knife.

The old Sword King drew his blade, and his sword skills were no longer as futile as before, but had completely settled down. Only the strictest and most precise sword skills were used to deal with Ye Chuxiao's sword as powerful as the scorching sun.

In this way, it is just an attempt.

Even if it is really impossible to achieve the goal of forging a magic weapon in the short term, it is necessary to upgrade all aspects of the attributes of the Yuanyang sword so that it is not weaker than the magic weapon in terms of sharpness, sturdiness, etc., and has the confidence to collide.

"One is enough!"

Under the scorching sun, a mighty momentum fell towards the old sword emperor.

Some of the materials are special materials from some worlds. They may not be high-end, but they have the value of fusion and mixing. And more of them are high-end materials that are common in all worlds.

This is obviously a dangerous operation that can only be accomplished by a magic weapon with great spiritual mastery and a connection with its master's mind.

"I owe you three favors. If you need someone to risk their lives, just call me." After that, he took out a horn from his arms and sent it to Ye Chuxiao.

The magic sword made a happy sound, not feeling sad or regretful about this ending.

And investing in him can be regarded as a leisurely investment.

The old Sword Emperor glanced at the magic sword in his hand. At this moment, the magic sword sounded, buzzed, and emitted a soft glow.

The person and the knife have exchanged positions, but they are still smooth and smooth.

Ye Chuxiao shook his head: "Winning or losing doesn't mean much to me. I just want to fully understand the difference between having a magic weapon in my hand and not having a magic weapon in my hand."

In the violent impact, the strong pressure blocked all the possibilities of movement of the old sword emperor in an instant.

But there are also some who are not afraid of death, and follow the direction caused by the battle waves, just to witness this unprecedented battle.

"Whenever or wherever you see this thing, will you help me?" Ye Chuxiao asked again.

In that instant, Ye Chuxiao used magic to avoid the sudden blow.

In the trading market in the cabin, as long as he liked the materials, he would pay a lot of money to buy them.

Blade and will are better than false words.

The human realm and the spirit of the sword were completely mixed. When the sword fell, the old sword emperor took three steps back, and the magic weapon in his hand buzzed.

The field that was cut in half began to reorganize at an accelerated pace.

Ye Chuxiao quickly gave the answer to the old Sword Emperor's question.

No matter how the person and the knife change their positions, the connection between them still exists.

"The Immortal Treasure World, a world of cybernetics and immortality."

But at the fastest, it will take ten years.

Otherwise, it will just force it back and completely fail to achieve the desired effect.

The old sword emperor said: "This thing was acquired by me as a young man. I carry it with me everywhere and rarely leave my hand. If someone comes to look for me with this thing, no matter what, I will not refuse it."

"With this sword, I won half the battle." Ye Chuxiao said, without any hint of pride or complacency in his tone.

The sword with a thousand blades cut through the space and hit the wrist where the old sword was connected to the emperor's sword.

"I just need a ferry ticket."

However, Ye Chuxiao was in a hurry now, so he might try to stack the embryos with materials to raise the foundation of the embryos and shorten the culture time.

The number of life points harvested in this way is much more than that achieved by ruling the world in the Wild Dou Realm, reaching the maximum number of life points that can be harvested.

"Since the Casting Arms Pavilion on the Ship of Fortune does not meet expectations, there is only one way to go."

"Nangong Duozi, the third young master of Shenbing Villa, has eight divine weapons in his family. He is the top caster family in the world of immortal treasures."

Because superficial dialogue is no longer needed as an opportunity to communicate with each other.

The manic power, with the two as the center, is vented wantonly to the surroundings.

The old sword emperor said: "I am about to die. Rather than die on the bed, I would rather die in a hearty duel. Originally, I wanted to entrust this sword to you."

If an ordinary monk had suffered such a serious injury, he would have died.

"But it seems that I'd better take it with me to the grave."

Ye Chuxiao said decisively: "Fight!"

"You really came to the right place to fight this old sword king!"

"Sure enough, people in the world should not be underestimated."

"Find a world where casting magic weapons and weapons is the main focus, and go to that world to find a way out."

Some sensed the danger under this momentum and turned around and fled.

It made a sound like a deflating balloon.

It's like a pair of giant palms, suddenly slapping together in one place.

Ye Chuxiao, who was dressed in a powerful outfit and holding a Yuanyang sword, felt a slight ripple in his mind, but quickly calmed down the ripples.

In an instant, the scorching sun turned into the setting sun, and the red sun set in the west, as if it was taking away all the light in the world.

After saying that, Ye Chuxiao sent the two Dao Yun in his hand to the old Sword Emperor.

"Just remember that you owe me a big favor. Maybe when the time is right, you will need to use your life to repay it."

In the Weapon Casting Pavilion on the Ship of Creation, Ye Chuxiao saw the option of casting divine weapons.

"Although I have all kinds of advantages, I can't really say that I have no flaws."

There were also three deep cuts on the old Sword King's neck, and the bones were already visible.

He wiped his palm on the wound at the throat, ignoring the willpower-carrying sword light and continuing to destroy the wound. The old sword emperor pinched the wound and glanced at the broken Yuanyang sword in Ye Chuxiao's palm.

"Magic weapon, I must have my own magic weapon."

Although Ye Chuxiao noticed something fishy, ​​he was unable to take any more defensive measures when time seemed to be pulled back.

There is no more dialogue.

The strong wind turned into a storm and moved outward from the top of the mountain.

"Good spell!" the old sword emperor praised.

Ye Chuxiao spent a lot of money to buy six years. When he returned to the timeline he anchored, Ye Chuxiao didn't know exactly how everything that happened now would go.

Just when his thoughts were turning, the old sword king had already jumped in front of Ye Chuxiao, almost face to face. His palm was like a knife, sharply cutting through Ye Chuxiao's protective aura and stabbing straight into the chest.

"But whether it is an exclusive magic weapon or a universal magic weapon, it must take a lot of time to polish and cultivate."

Ye Chuxiao said: "Is this a token?"

The knife fell at this moment.

But they are also entangled together, and no one can break away from the other in a short time.

There was no dizziness at all, and Ye Chuxiao directly received the setting memory of his new identity.

Poof!

Ye Chuxiao once again began to carry out ‘big purchases’ on the ship of creation.

The core of the storm is the two people at war.

Ye Chuxiao dragged his bleeding arm back.

Ye Chuxiao's broken robes exploded one after another under the old sword emperor's palm.

"Take your knife and go out and fight!"

The old Sword Emperor only caught one of them and knocked back the other one.

The energy between heaven and earth surges crazily.

Standing on the deck, Ye Chuxiao felt the desire to launch the ship of creation, and entered the directional crossing conditions that he had already conceived.

If the old Sword Emperor hadn't relied on the power of the magic weapon, he would have been defeated by this sword.
To be continued...