"Hey! I'm stupid?"

I stretched out my other hand and shook it in front of the old man Jueming, interrupting the old man Jueming's dementia.

The old man Jueming also reacted at this time, and only then did he remember that his life gate was wide open. I could now stab myself to death with one sword. This shocked the old man Jueming and didn't bother to think about why his sword was so easily broken by me. He quickly took several steps away.

After I was far enough away, the old man Jueming breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, I didn't take action directly to him just now, otherwise I really couldn't explain what kind of result I would have.

"I didn't expect that thousands of years have passed, and the sword in your hand is still so sharp." Old Man Jueming stared at the broken sword in my hand. The sword that was regarded as a treasure by Old Man Jueming just now has become a broken sword in the hand of Old Man Jueming, which ended with the same fate as the Ziwei Sword. Old Man Jueming just used this sword to meet me. To be honest, Old Man Jueming really felt that my luck was really good at this time. No matter what method I used, I got this sword that originally belonged to the Ouyang family. Now that it has already reached my hands, it has become my item.

This legendary sword is really as sharp as mud, which makes the old man Jueming jealous.

"Since you all know the origin of this sword, you should pay attention to it." I looked at the old man Jueming with a smile and said.

When Old Jueming looked at my expression, he was so angry that he couldn't even say that the current situation really made Old Jueming feel in trouble.

The broken sword in my hand Ziwei is so arrogant. She cuts iron like mud. The purple sword is like paper in front of all kinds of weapons.

Although the sword used by the old man Jueming just now is not as sharp as the famous sword like the Ziwei Sword, it has been made by masters and is one of the famous swords in the world.

Of course, Old Man Jueming did not expect that the Ziwei Sword, which had existed for thousands of years or even had a broken piece, is still so sharp now. Otherwise, Old Man Jueming would not have chosen to use his treasured sword to fight the Ziwei Sword head-on.

To be honest, the old man Jueming was a little painful at this time. The famous sword in his hand had been sought out from a sword-casting master. For so many years, the old man Jueming has always regarded it as a treasure. If it was not necessary to use it, the old man Jueming would not be willing to take it out and see people.

Just now, when Old Jueming was fighting with me with empty hands, he found that the purple micro sword in my hand was too tricky. It was completely impossible for Old Jueming to subdue me with empty hands. In addition, Old Jueming thought I was really hateful, and he really wanted to defeat me again to let me know what the style of a senior is.

That's why the old man Jueming thought of using this sword that had not been unsheathed for a long time and officially defeated me.

However, just one encounter, the sword that Jueming's treasured for many years was broken by the purple sword in my hand like a bamboo pole. How could Jueming's old man be angry?

But there is no way to be angry. Who made the broken sword in my hand so defiant?

"Don't think that you will be invincible in the world because of a peerless sword. If you don't have this sword, what are you?" The old man Jueming snorted coldly and said such unconvincing words.

I looked at the old man Jueming in surprise, then smiled and said, "I didn't expect that you, as a famous master of the Liu family, would say such sour words. It's really surprising."

Sour?

The old man Jueming became even more angry when he heard me. When did he act sore? Isn’t what he said all is true?

"Little Bazaar! It's unfair to hold a purple sword in your hand, why? Do you still have to ignore this factor?" The old man Jueming said with a sneer.

"It has always been unfair." I curled my lips and replied. "The sword in my hand is broken, and it is naturally shorter than the sword in your hand. If you take such a big advantage, you are so embarrassed to take the initiative to say it is unfair? Now, we have broken swords in our hand, and we can't take advantage of anyone. Let's fight again, this is a fair battle."

The old man Jueming was stunned by me for a while. It took me a while to react. Then he became furious and pointed at my nose and scolded, "Little beast, you are so shameless! Can my sword be compared with your sword?"

"What can't be compared? Are they all swords? Or are you more cheap than me?" I responded with a smile, and naturally I wouldn't be at a disadvantage on my lips.

At this time, the old man Jueming was even more angry. I was completely blatantly scolding him. How could the old man Jueming endure it?

But Old Jueming was really afraid of the power of the Ziwei Sword in my hand, and the sword in my hand also became a broken sword at this time. Old Jueming didn't think about when the broken sword in my hand, Ziwei, pierced on me.

After staring at me for a while, the old man Jueming slowly spoke, "Boy, if you have the ability, we won't use weapons, just fight with bare hands?"

No weapons are used?

I couldn't help but smile again. This old guy is quite scheming. Seeing that the purple sword in my hand is really sharp, I want me to give up my best advantage. This abacus is very good.

I smiled and continued to speak at the old man Jueming, "Why don't I use weapons? This purple sword is now in my hands. This is my natural advantage against you, so why should I give up my own advantage and fight you? Isn't this stupid, and what's it?"

"Are you scared?" the old man Jueming sneered and mocked.

"I just think I don't need to be fooled by you." I curled my lips. "I can cut you into pieces with a sword. Why do I have to fight you with bare hands?"

"Do you really think you can beat me?" Old Man Jueming couldn't help but gritted his teeth. At this time, Old Man Jueming felt anger in his heart that he couldn't find a place to vent.

The old man Jueming thought that if I didn’t have the purple sword in my hand, I would only be able to lie on the ground and scream.

Am I just relying on a sword? What awesome here?

At this time, the old man Jueming could only be furious here incompetent. Because of the purple micro sword in my hand, the old man Jueming really didn't dare to force himself like this.
Chapter completed!