Vol 5 Chapter 749: This sword... ominous!

When the sound of ignorance and sorrow did not fall, the original blank picture of the blank suddenly surged into a dazzling light, and the brilliance of the room reflected the whole room, accompanied by the flash of light, it was even more powerful. The sword is intended to converge continuously.
Looking at the scene that suddenly happened in front of him, the smile on Shi’s face suddenly solidified, and the whole person seemed to see an incredible thing, and his eyes were shocked.
"how is this possible!!"
Even the sword of the sword ancestor in his hand did not cause such a huge change in the axis of the painting, but Luo Yang’s hand was just a broken iron sword, which could be done, which made Shi’s no matter what anyway. I can't figure it out.
In fact, it is not just that there is no one to think about it. Even the ones from the heavens and the burly ones are shocked by the scene, and their faces are incredibly smiling.
"He really is not simple..."
Lin Miaole’s beauty has a ray of light, and she looks at Luo Yang, who looks calm, and she secretly thinks.
"No matter what tricks you have played, as long as you have not yet grasped this ancestor's sentiment, you can't be considered a winner. The final outcome is still inconclusive!" Shi Wuxiang took a deep breath and suppressed the shock in his heart. Later, he said coldly to Luo Yang.
For his words, Luo Yang seems to have not heard the general, his eyes are still tightly looking toward the axis of the painting, the eyes have a flash of fine.
"Shimou is talking to you, do you really think that you will win without a doubt?!"
Seeing that Luo Yang didn't pay attention to himself, the look of incompetence was more and more gloomy, and he did not continue to conceal his own mindfulness. He snorted.
It is precisely at the same time that his voice is at the same time, the light on the axis of the painting becomes more dazzling, and a sword is surging, and a sly figure emerges from the axis of the painting and appears in front of everyone.
"I didn't think that I couldn't see it when I was alive. I could see this sword again for thousands of years after death."
A sigh of deep sighs from the mouth of the figure, and when the sound echoed in the room, all the light swayed, revealing the true meaning of the figure.
This is a Tsing Yi man. His looks are handsome, the eyebrows are eyebrows, and there is a sharp sword in the eyebrows. Although it looks young, his eyes reveal the vicissitudes of life, as if he were alive for thousands of years. Even a half-step man is like a child in front of him.
"Hey...hey...sword ancestors?!"
Looking at the Tsing Yi man who came out of the self-drawn axis, the appearance of the incomparable appearance suddenly reached the extreme. The whole person seemed to be scared and stupid, and the voice trembled and exclaimed.
After hearing the words of no reason, the room suddenly died, and even if it sounded a sound of cold air, the burly and the heavenly people were stunned and looked back. .
Even if it was Luo Yang, I couldn't help but change my look. My eyes fixed on the sword ancestors, and my face showed a look of alert.
Although his heart knows that the true sword ancestors have long been degraded for many years, this person in front of him is just an incarnation of the sorcerer's ancestors, but even so, Luo Yang's heart still dare not care.
After all, the sword ancestors are the heroes of the world outside the trajectory, even in the ancestral monks, there are rare rivals. Such a horrible figure, even if it is just a remnant incarnation, is not a half-step. The monks of the world can compare!
It seems that I was aware of the vigilance in Luo Yang’s heart. Yan Jian’s face showed a gentle smile on his face and nodded slightly at Luo Yang’s face.
"You don't have to worry, I am already a dead person, I won't be like you. The reason why I will show up is because of it." The sound of Yan Jianzu is warm, and when the voice falls, the right hand gently lifts it. The Luo Xian sword in front of Luo Yang immediately flew into his hands.
"This is the means of the people of the Taoist level..."
Seeing that Jian Zhou was so easy to recruit the sacred sword, Luo Yang’s face also showed a shock, and the look became more and more dignified.
"If it was a coincidence that I had to meet the power of this sword, I am afraid that I will not be able to step into the heavens in my life." Looking at the sword in his hand, the look of the sword ancestors is complicated, and whispered.
"My eyes were too low, I thought I could imitate this sword by my own means, but I don't want this sword to be a thing. I am afraid that even if I am exhausted, I will not be able to look back."
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"It is your creation and your robbery to get this sword. Fortunately and unfortunately, you must see how you respond..."
After carefully scrutinizing the sword of the celestial sword, the sword of Zu Jian’s right hand waved, and the scorpion sword was re-flyed to Luo Yang’s side, and he also said with a voice.
"You are the source of this predecessor?" Luo Yang heard the words and asked quickly.
Although this sword has been in his hands for many years, but he does not know the true origin of this sword, although he has also asked the candle dragon, but the old mud seems to be scrupulous, every time is as deep as you can I don't want to confide.
"I am just a genius, these fairy things are not what I can peep." Yan Jianzu shook his head, and after a brief voice, he continued to speak.
"But I used to go through ancient books. After all, I still found some clues. I can roughly launch it. This sword...unknown!" The sword of Zhu Jian is somewhat dignified and not as light as before.
"Unknown?" Luo Yang's brows were slightly wrinkled, and the doubts in his heart were even greater.
"I used this sword as a base to create a set of swords. Unfortunately, I have never been able to find this sword. Therefore, the power of this sword array is always difficult to play. Since I can see this sword today, I will use this sword array. It’s a wish to give you along with my feelings about it.

When Yan Jianzu spoke, raising his hand was toward Luoyang. A gentle light immediately flew out from his fingertips and blended into Luo Yang’s forehead.
With the integration of the light, Yan Jianzu also put the Buddha to complete the last wish. After the eyes were swept away from the sword, the whole body was turned into a sword light and quickly dissipated from the room.
As for the three people who had been continually trying to comprehend the feelings of the Taoist priests, Yan Jianzu did not pay attention to it. Even at the end of the day, he did not look at them...