But the next second, after feeling the sword wielder's sword intention, he became extremely gentle.

In the world of ancient sword cultivators, there is a swordsman who built a stele and made a sword for Fengcheng Xue, and it became a legend.

Today, this bond has evolved into another kind of special warmth that belongs exclusively to the ancient sword cultivator.

When a swordsman goes out to fight on an appointment, or returns to the mountains in seclusion, if he does not know whether he will live or die there, or whether he will come back.

Some people will give one or all of their best swords, or early collected swords, to their friends for safekeeping.

Meisi people rarely open the Taicheng sword in the sword box.

Of course, this sword is very powerful, even more powerful than Bai Xi.

In terms of height, the Taicheng Sword is one of the five great artifacts of Chaos. It is the most popular weapon among sword cultivators in the world. It cannot be better used to overcome calamities.

But this sword does not belong to the Meisi people. It was kept by the Meisi people on behalf of a friend. However, the friend has traveled far away and has not been heard from for a long time.

This sword seemed to have become his.

But essentially it is not.

Every time they open the sword box, Meisi people can always think of the legends of their own time.

That legend is earlier than his. It tells the story of a young man who climbed a mountain, watched the sunset, and became enlightened and became an immortal.

"The setting sun dwells in the mountains, and the city travels to the sky. At this strange time, I am a swordsman... ha."

Mei Si sighed with emotion, and with a smile on his lips, he suddenly grasped the Taicheng sword in the sword case and pulled it out loudly.

boom!

Time and space paused and shattered, and thunder struck.

The Meisi people raised their swords upwards, and the sword elephant roared wildly. Taicheng's sword light pierced the air, and actually divided the Holy Tribulation above him into six parts, causing the Holy Tribulation to riot again.

This sword is better than Baixi's thousands of swords!

The people of Meisi watched the holy calamity fall again. Before their eyes, the Baixi River was shattered, and Taicheng was rising. The lights and shadows in front of them overlapped, and the sound was far away.

He suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, drew his sword and flew into the air!

"My dear, this sword is given to you. Baixi is too weak. You must put down your obsession as soon as possible and find another good sword for yourself. Don't believe in the idea of ​​no swordsmanship, otherwise you will suffer the consequences of becoming a saint when the time comes."

"Brother Youtu is wrong. Baixi is not weak, and I will not seal it..."

"Don't talk too much. You seem to be indifferent, but your competitive spirit is far better than mine. Since you always want to win me, it is the only way to be a swordsman and a swordsman at the same time."

"That's enough of Baixi..."

"That's enough. Anyway, I'll leave the Taicheng Sword here for you first. I'll take it out when you feel it's not enough. Maybe it can help you."

"and you……"

"I don't know when I will return, so don't worry about it; wiping the sword is like speaking to me, there are thousands of things you can say."

Outside the holy tribulation, in a state of disappearance, a distant figure staggered in.

Another Xu Xiaoshou transformed into another one with the severed arm of his second true body. As soon as he entered the place of Holy Tribulation, his scalp became numb instantly.

However, when he saw the bloody face of the holy calamity, he smiled.

The bet was right!

The person who overcame the tribulation was none other than Mr. Siren!

It's very rare that Mr. Siren was able to withstand all three holy tribulations. He is simply inhuman!

Xu Xiaoshou felt the strong will to die before his eyes, and the holy calamity was about to attack him...

But these were all blocked by Mr. Siren!

At this moment, he saw the spiritual sword in the hands of the one who had overcome the holy tribulation cracked, and he felt worried.

The next second, the old swordsman stopped the holy calamity with one word and pulled out a sword box.

The sword in the box is as powerful as a fierce sword!

Xu Xiao was inexplicably shocked. He felt that he had come at the right time and might be able to witness a glorious moment...

Just smell it.

The old swordsman pulled out the sword from the box. A second ago he was sighing and his tone was reminiscing.

"The setting sun dwells in the mountains, and Taicheng walks in the sky. At this strange time, I am a swordsman."

What is said?

Xu Xiaoshou couldn't understand.

The next second, the old swordsman said goodbye and held the sword in the box, and suddenly revealed his sword intent.

The demi-saint's personality suddenly merged into his body, and Mei Si flew into the thunder, holding a three-foot sword in his hand. The saint was shocked and robbed.
Chapter completed!