Zhao Wujiang turned around and looked at the talking figure.
The shadow is a middle-aged man with gray hair and slanting eyebrows.
Xuying raised his hand and made a move, and the iron sword with the bloody bandage wrapped around the hilt fell into his hand and was held gently by him.
Xuying sighed with emotion:
"Back then, you used this weapon to cut off the head of a supreme leader with one sword, in a cool and domineering manner.
Now, you can't even handle this punishment! "
Zhao Wujiang's eyes were deep and he spread his hands:
"Just forget it if you can't hold it."
He turned and left directly.
From the moment he stepped into Daolian's secret realm, it seemed that all the distant existences wanted to tell him that he was the reincarnation of the demon god and that he was very powerful.
But he didn't want to be.
At least for now, he doesn't want to accept this result.
He even had a deep intuition that these people were wrong.
"Zhao Wujiang! Do you still remember who this saint is?" Xuying shouted, and all the swords around him were buzzing, as if they were all questioning Zhao Wujiang.
"According to normal logic, if I am the reincarnation of the demon god, then I have not awakened yet. How can I remember you?" Zhao Wujiang sighed:
"If I wasn't, I wouldn't be able to remember you."
Xuying was stunned.
"Let's do this." Zhao Wujiang stopped:
"If you have any treasure or something extraordinary, give it to me and help me grow. When I remember it someday, I will come back and give it back to you."
A road he had never imagined. The sword master's shadow looked at Zhao Wujiang in surprise, then let out a long sigh, and with a whoosh of sword energy, it sank into Zhao Wujiang's body.
[Great magical swordsmanship, Qinglian sword song.
The sword energy is like a lotus, which can cut the cause and effect of the underworld. 】
Zhao Wujiang nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand:
"Let's go."
The sword master's shadow looked at Zhao Wujiang's retreating figure, his eyes trembling slightly. He suddenly raised his hand and slashed at Zhao Wujiang with a sword.
Under the clear blue sky, a sword energy stretched across the sky and the earth, as if it was about to split the world with a sword.
This sword energy arrived in the blink of an eye and penetrated straight through Zhao Wujiang's body.
Zhao Wujiang was safe and sound, but he seemed to feel something. He glanced back, didn't say anything more, just turned around and walked out.
Sword Master Phantom looked at Zhao Wujiang's back again with some disbelief, and murmured to himself:
"Where is it hidden?"
Zhao Wujiang walked slowly to the outside. The sword trembled at the places he passed along the way, as if he wanted to follow him.
He still didn't draw any sword.
He felt a little bored. Others were working desperately for opportunities, but he had acquired a great magical swordsmanship called Qinglian Sword Song without doing anything.
This was also the case when I was in the ninth level of Dao Liantian. I directly understood the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique and won the Taotie.
This feeling of getting something for nothing was a bit satisfying, but at the same time it made him more wary and more frightened.
He remembered that Renzong Dao Zhang Lindao also pushed him away and sent him all kinds of blessings.
Is he like this again now?
Li Chunjun pulled out many swords, but he didn't want any of them. He didn't want any more swordsmanship. He only absorbed the sword energy.
Xuanyuan Jing originally didn't want to draw the sword. In addition to normal cultivation, what she needed was dragon energy.
She's not good at swords or anything like that, and she doesn't really like them either.
But there happened to be a long sword that was curved and twisted, like a golden snake or a swimming dragon. But when she passed by, it ran after her, as if she couldn't leave here today if she didn't hold it.
She had no choice but to put the sword away.
The monks with swords drawn around them all had envy in their eyes, but when they saw Zhao Wuxu approaching with empty hands as well, they felt much more balanced.
Zhao Wujiang waited quietly for Li Chunjun to obtain the sword energy, bored and wondering what he was thinking.
Xuanyuan Jing performed a graceful sword dance with the Youlong Sword, and found that he seemed to have a talent for swordsmanship. He danced a few more times, becoming more and more excited as he danced, and at the same time, the sword energy he could display became more and more powerful.
Not long after, Li Chunjun gained a lot, and the three of them left here.
When he stepped out of the sword furnace, Zhao Wujiang inadvertently took another look at the furnishings of the blacksmith shop.
It was this look that made him stop breathing.
