Vol 3 Chapter 1914: Nine Sword 7.7

The first Zhu Xi’s palm is lightly turned, and the fishtail sword is in hand.
When the Excalibur came out, the sword in the hands of the ancient white was suddenly eclipsed, compared with the Excalibur, and there was no difference between it and the broken copper.
Here is the ancients, only three hundred miles from Lingshi Mountain, their understanding of the device is naturally clearer than the average person.
What's more, in their family, there are also refiners. When Zhu Xi's excalibur comes out, they immediately feel an unusual disappointment. That is the general treasure of the treasure.
"This, what is this sword?" asked the ancient sword in the hands of Zhu Xi.
Zhu Xi said: "It is not important what sword is. What is important is that this sword can always kill your life."
Nearly fifty in ancient white, how can I endure the provocation of a nameless junior to him: "Well, let me see and see the power of your sword." His sword slashed, and the sword tip picked out nine in the air. Sword flower, nine sword flowers quickly divided into nine, into a nine-handled sword array composed of swords.
"Nine Swords? You actually practiced a nine-sword sword array?" The ancient city on the side is incredible.
The nine secluded sword array is the martial arts remnant left by the master. It is called the remedy. It is precisely because the most critical page of the nine sacred sword arrays has been artificially torn off. For many years, the nine secluded sword arrays have never been After practicing, even the master has never practiced.
Unexpectedly, the ancient white was actually practiced.
Xia Yuanqiu looked at it for a while and shook his head. "This is not really a nine-sword sword array. It looks like a god."
The ancient city was greatly surprised: "How do you know? You have seen the nine swords before?"
Xia Yuanqiu shook his head: "I have never seen a nine-sword sword array, but I know that the sword array is about a word. If you can't surround the enemy in the center of the battle, and suppress it everywhere, then what is the use of this sword array?"
The ancient city took another look at the ancient white that was beaten by Zhu Xi and said: "Maybe because the strength of Jing Wang is too strong, he can not play the true strength."
Xia Yuanqiu shook his head: "It is not like this. If the sword is formed, it will definitely be squandered. There is no situation that is curbed by the opponent. Gu Bai’s first shot is full of loopholes, but he has only developed a shape, and the power is absolutely no. Reach a tenth of the true nine-sword swords."
Just listening to the slamming sound, the ancient white sword has landed. He rounded his eyes and looked at the long sword on the ground. He kept breathing and couldn't believe the facts at hand.
He lost? Is he really defeated? Even if he made a nine-sword sword, he also lost, defeated so thoroughly and ridiculous! He obviously can feel that the other party has not made all his strength. The strength of his opponent is a powerful one he can't imagine.
"Who are you?" Gu Bai had to face up to his fiasco and looked up at Zhu Xi in front of him.
Zhu Xi lifted his chin and his eyes were arrogant: "Zhu Wei!"
The ancient white surface is fascinating, and it is obvious that Zhu Xi is strange to him.
At this time, the ancient city stepped forward two steps, toward the ancient white road: "Three brothers, you lose not to lose, this is Xiliang Guojing Wang Dian, the battlefield of the famous war gods."
The ancient white kept shaking his head: "I actually lost to a yellow-haired boy. I lost to a yellow-haired boy? Impossible, this is impossible!!"
Gu Bai scratched his own scalp, his mouth was filled with words, his eyes were sluggish, his strength in the hands was getting bigger and bigger, and even the scalp caught blood and he was still unaware of it.