The mountain and the sea are as deep as a prison.
This sword demonstrates the ultimate power in the world.
It's like a mountain pushing across everything, carrying the endless and continuous stamina of the waves.
This sword is ten times, a hundred times stronger than the power at the peak of Zhen Gang realm...
The ancestor of the Hidden Sword, who had become a Yuanshen for a hundred years and had passed through the second calamity of the Yuanshen, could not even resist such a terrifying sword in his heart.
He watched helplessly as the ordinary steel knife fell on his head.
There is only endless fear in my heart.
At this critical moment.
The momentum of the long sword suddenly stopped and stopped above the forehead of the Tibetan Sword Ancestor.
A gust of strong wind blew gently, and a drop of cold sweat slowly slipped from his forehead.
"Why bother... Yang came here just to borrow a sword from your village."
A soft sigh.
It woke up all the stunned Northland heroes present, and also woke up the Hidden Sword Ancestor who originally thought he would die.
He stared blankly at Yang Gang's face.
He said with difficulty: "Are you really a sword demon?"
"Daxue Mountain, Yang Ling. It's also what you call - the Sword Demon." Yang Gang nodded lightly.
"But, didn't you die thirty years ago?" Looking at the ordinary long sword like a mountain above his head, the eyes of the Tibetan Sword Ancestor were full of disbelief.
"Who said I'm dead? Song Youque?" Yang Gang had a smile on his face.
"Well……"
The ancestor of the Hidden Sword couldn't help but hesitate.
Everyone said that there was a shocking battle thirty years ago, and the sword demon burned all his soul and it was impossible to survive. As expected, he did not appear for thirty years, so he must have died somewhere.
But...it seems that the Supreme Heavenly Sword of the North has never said that?
Yang Gang looked at his expression and couldn't help but shook his head and said again: "Yang came here because he didn't want to commit any more crimes. He just wanted to borrow the treasured sword of your village and fight with the Heavenly Sword again. I wonder if the owner of the village is willing?"
"Fight with the Heavenly Sword again?"
With a falling sound, the Hidden Sword Ancestor couldn't help but feel shocked. The heroic swordsmen of the North who looked around were dumbfounded, and they were even more shocked.
These words are really shocking!
They were at a loss. What is the identity of this 'sword demon'? Even if he had just subdued the Hidden Sword Ancestor with one strike, it would be too unbelievable to threaten to challenge the Heavenly Sword.
But what makes them even more incredible is that the ancestor of the Hidden Sword, who seems to know the inside story, does not have any questioning look on his face.
With a dull look on his face he said: "Just... just borrowing a knife?"
"Just borrow a knife."
Yang Gang nodded affirmatively.
"Huh~~" The Hidden Sword Ancestor breathed a sigh of relief.
Then he smiled bitterly and said: "If you want to borrow the knife, you should have said it earlier. Why bother to scare me like this?"
There was a smile on Yang Gang's lips.
I saw the ancestor of the Hidden Sword taking a step back cautiously, avoiding the sharp edge of the long sword, and then said boldly: "The Sword Demon wants to borrow the sword. It is the honor of my Ice Knife Villa! Not to mention borrowing, as long as you speak, all of our All weapons are presented with both hands."
The ancestor of the Tibetan Sword, who has lived for more than a hundred years, has become a man of old age. He said something very beautifully, hoping to get rid of the grudge that just happened.
This sword demon has been hiding from the world for thirty years, and once he is born, he will fight against the Heavenly Sword again.
He wants to borrow a knife, who dares not to give it to him?
"I wonder what kind of knife you want to borrow? I have countless knives in the Ice Knife Villa. If you have any, I will give it to you right away."
"Oh~~There must be some."
Yang Gang looked at him meaningfully and said with a smile: "The knife I want to borrow is called... the Blood-Drinking Demon Knife."
"What?"
The ancestor of the Hidden Sword's pupils suddenly trembled, and a turmoil arose in his heart.
"I wonder, Master Nanfeng, would you like to borrow the sword for me?" Yang Gang asked with a smile.
The ancestor of the Hidden Sword came back to his senses and said with a confused look on his face: "I have never heard of the Blood Drinking Demon Sword? Where did Master Sword Demon hear the news? Is it... a mistake?"
"Haven't you heard of it?"
The smile on Yang Gang's face gradually faded.
"I don't have the patience to say the same thing a second time."
A cold murderous intention instantly enveloped the entire Ice Blade Villa.
Everyone felt like they were falling into an ice cave, in a snowy mountain with biting wind. The ordinary long knife in Yang Gang's hand seemed to be transformed into a shocking sword light at any time.
fell on their heads.
The ancestor of the Hidden Sword looked dim, was it inevitable after all?
He said bitterly:
"How...how do you know about the magic knife?"
"No nonsense. To borrow or not to borrow."
Terrifying murderous intent surged toward him instantly.
"Borrow it! I'll borrow it!"
The ancestor of Zangdao woke up instantly and responded hurriedly. The old face suddenly became very ugly, as if he was mourning for his heir. Will his face look good if someone has to 'borrow' an ancestral treasure that has been hidden for hundreds of years?
Who knows if the other party will repay this loan?
This is a sword demon!
"Let's go."
Yang Gang said calmly.
"Yes, everyone, please come with me." The Hidden Sword Ancestor sighed, turned around and glanced at the worried descendants around him.
"You guys, don't follow me."
"Alas... the hundreds of years of secrets kept by Bingdao Villa can no longer be kept today."
He kept shaking his head and sighing, with a dejected face, and walked towards the Burial Blade Cliff behind the manor.
Waiting for a few people to disappear in the square of the villa.
The people around them were just waking up from a dream, and they all looked horrified and talked: "Who is this sword demon...? He is so powerful..."
"Fortunately, we didn't take action. Tsk, tsk, Yuanshen Grandmaster, he doesn't even have the ability to take action..."
"Brother Chen, why are you in a daze?"
"I, I seem to remember...who he is!"
"who?"
"I wonder if you have heard of it. Three or thirty years ago, there were two sword masters in Sifang City..."
The noise in my ears gradually disappeared.
The ancestor of the Hidden Sword walked in front of him, silently.
Yang Gang and the other three followed quietly.
The secluded mountain road is full of thorns, as if it leads to a path of no return.
Yang Wuhui whispered uneasily: "Master's wife, this Hidden Sword Ancestor is not hiding any ambush to ambush us, right?"
"...He doesn't dare."
Zhao Ling looked at Yang Gang's back and said calmly.
"Also, he is the master of the soul. He can hear what you say..."
"oh."
Yang Wuhui was excited, his face tightened, and he followed Yang Gang as if nothing happened.
After a while.
Everyone came to a hidden cave.
Black shadows appeared silently around them, staring at them coldly.
These people have old faces, and each of them has the strength of the Zhen Gang realm. It's just that he is old and his energy and blood are very weak.
"Go down, it's okay."
The ancestor of the Hidden Sword shook his head and struck the stone wall next to the cave with his palm.
'Kakaka'
The stone wall shook for a while, and the stone door in front of the cave opened automatically.
The four people filed in, and the stone door immediately closed again.
Dark corridor.
A faint light shone on Yang Gang and the Cangdao Ancestor, illuminating the road ahead.
Sensing the strange Gang Qi on Yang Gang's body, the Zangdao Ancestor's face couldn't help but change again, with a hint of worry flashing across his face.
"The Blood-Drinking Demonic Sword has been sealed at the bottom of the cave since the return of the Ice Demon ancestor seven hundred years ago. No one can pick it up except the ancestor... The Demonic Sword is bloodthirsty and will go crazy every once in a while. "
The voice of the Hidden Sword Ancestor rang out in the empty passage.
He said with a sigh of relief:
"In the following hundreds of years, our Ice Demon Villa shouldered the important task of suppressing the Demon Sword. We changed our name to Ice Sword Villa and held a sword tasting competition every three years to nourish the Demon Sword with the blood of heroes and calm down its overwhelming murderous intent... "
"It's just that year after year, the magic sword becomes more and more evil. It seems to be able to grow independently, and it needs more and more human blood..."
"If it weren't for the profound foundation of our Bingdao Villa, where every generation has a soul to guard it, I'm afraid... I wouldn't be able to subdue that terrifying magic sword."
"If you take away the magic knife, it may be a blessing for our Ice Knife Villa. However, for all living beings in the North..." The old demon with hidden swords stopped and looked at Yang Gang solemnly.
As if asking: Do you really want to do this?
Regardless of the safety of all sentient beings in the North.
"Don't worry, I'm just borrowing it and returning it after use." Yang Gang glanced at the Tibetan Sword Ancestor with a half-smile but not a smile.
Is Ice Knife Villa shouldering the heavy responsibility of guarding the Demon Knife?
It sounds high-sounding, but in fact, it is to lure heroes from all sides with benefits and secretly feed the magic sword with their hard work...
"Alas~~"
The ancestor of the Hidden Sword sighed, a gloomy light flashed in his eyes.
suddenly.
There was a sound of water flowing from the front, like boiling hot water making a 'gurgling' sound.
The vision suddenly widened.
In the dark cave, the stone walls are covered with dark blood red.
There is a blood pool in the center of the cave, with dark brown blood rolling and surging crazily. There was a blood-red magic knife stuck in the blood pool, exuding cold and bloodthirsty killing intent.
"There...is someone!" Yang Wuhui exclaimed.
I saw a figure wearing a black robe with snow-white beard and hair sitting cross-legged on a platform next to the blood pool. He has a gaunt figure, a very old face, and his skin is all folded together.
It seems like...it has lived for hundreds or thousands of years.
The moment everyone stepped into the cave.
The old man suddenly opened his eyes.
A pair of crimson eyes suddenly revealed terrifying murderous intent.
"Ancestor, save me!"
