As soon as the word "Breaking" was said, the sword in front of Meng Jin flew out. The sword dragon was very big, and the sword looked very small.

One big and one small.

It looks very small.

But as the sword flew out, Li Fuyao knew that his sword dragon was about to disperse and that the sword dragon was about to disperse.

So in just a moment, he lifted the sword in his hand and rushed over from a distance. The green-wire sword dragged out a long gully on the ground. The two swords that Mingyue and Cao Jianqing also followed. The two swords that broke through the air flew far away in the air. They arrived in front of Meng Jin first than Li Fuyao. Mingyue and Cao Jianqing were both good swords of the world, but after they arrived in front of Meng Jin, it was difficult to move forward at all. The sword body was instantly bent and the arc was so large that people would wonder if the sword was about to break on the spot. But the good thing was that before these two swords were really not good, Li Fuyao's sword came to Meng Jin.

Meng Jin reached out and held the blue-wire sword.

With one hand, Meng Jin's palm was bleeding. After only a moment, Meng Jin's other hand closed his fingers and pointed it on Li Fuyao's lower abdomen. Countless powerful sword energy poured in from here. Li Fuyao felt as if he was hit hard, and his whole body was arched like a big shrimp.

Meng Jin's expression remained unchanged. He looked at the young man with a look of pain and was silent for a moment, then said, "I didn't want to kill you, so who is the teacher who is willing to kill such a talented disciple?"

"But compared to my life, you still have to die."

Meng Jin said a lot today. The old master of Jianshan smiled, his two fingers sucked Li Fuyao tightly, and then looked at each other calmly.

If nothing unexpected happens, the ancient sword that broke through the sword dragon would sweep back and try to penetrate Li Fuyao with a sword.

Li Fuyao didn't say anything. At this time, it was a very critical moment. Even if he wanted to speak, he had to weigh it.

Just behind Li Fuyao, the ancient sword that had been plucked out before was flew back at this moment, and it was heading towards Li Fuyao's back.

The situation at this moment seems to have become the most dangerous situation.

Li Fuyao took a deep breath, "I encountered something in Beihai and somewhere at the bottom of the river, and the master definitely didn't know."

At this moment, Jian was coming here, and Meng Jin asked casually: "You have encountered many adventures, but I just don't know what this one is."

Li Fuyao smiled and said, "Six thousand years ago, there was a sword immortal named Wan Chi. He was relying on a sword control technique. The sword control technique means that he could control many swords. This is the secret technique of the sword immortal. After he died, this secret technique was lost, but I learned it after that."

Meng Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at the two hanging long swords, his face changed slightly. He had thought before that what secret method Li Fuyao had with so many swords was, but he had never thought about it, nor did he dare to think that this was the sword-controlling technique of ten thousand feet.

You should know that sword immortal was a peerless sword immortal who was enough to fight Liuxiang back then. His realm was so high that it was far superior to other sword immortals.

This sword immortal is also highly praised in the records of Jianshan.

Meng Jin sneered: "Even so, so what?"

Even so, so what?

You, Li Fuyao, are now in a desperate situation. Even if you have so many secret techniques, so what?

Li Fuyao smiled and said, "Does the master know how many swords I can control?"

Meng Jin vaguely felt something was wrong.

How many swords can I control?

"After removing the bright moon and grass gradually green, Jian Shijiu is now in Ye Sheng's demon-suppressing bowl. When he fought in Xiaoyuan City, his disciples and Ye Sheng had a life-and-death battle with Ye Sheng!"

Meng Jin's face changed again and again. He looked at Li Fuyao, and the meaning in his eyes was very clear. That's what are you talking about?!

Who is Ye Sheng? That is the saint of Yunduan, and the leader of the Taoist sect, how could it be matched by you in such a morning and evening state?

Li Fuyao said again: "I have four swords, except for those three, the last one is called Xunxian!"

Looking for the Immortal Sword!

Meng Jin felt familiar with it. Before he could remember the sword, he saw a short sword breaking through the cuff at Li Fuyao's cuff, which was extremely sharp and swept towards his chest with absolutely sharp sword energy!

That is the Sword of Xunxian, which is Li Fuyao's fourth sword!

This is still a fairy sword!

After the sword immortal Xin Tomb ascended, the only thing left on earth was this sword.

Li Fuyao struggled to withdraw one hand, and before the Xunxian Sword fell on Meng Jin's chest, he held the hilt of the sword, and then stabbed the sword into Meng Jin's chest.

Li Fuyao said coldly: "Since the master wants my life, I have to ask the master to die first!"

In the words, indifference is full of meaning!

If Meng Jin only wanted to be the head of Jianshan, Li Fuyao could still regard him as his master, but Meng Jin had a murderous intention towards him at this moment, then Li Fuyao would no longer regard Meng Jin as his master, but instead, his opponent.

Li Fuyao has always been like this when facing his opponent.

The majestic sword energy burst out along the tip of the Xunxian Sword, and soon invaded Meng Jin's eight extraordinary meridians, and finally completely shattered Meng Jin's internal organs and spiritual palaces, and Meng Jin's vitality gradually lost.

The swordsman climbed the tower gradually felt powerless in front of Li Fuyao.

Meng Jin looked down at the immortal sword on his chest, and then laughed at himself: "It turned out to be an immortal sword,"

It turned out to be a fairy sword.

There are so many things that happened today, and there are many things that Meng Jin never thought about.

He never thought that Li Fuyao would have the combat power to climb the tower, nor did he think that one day, Li Fuyao would have an immortal sword in his hand.

There was actually a fairy sword.

The fairy sword was also stopped on his chest.

This is likely to be the only fairy sword in this world.

Meng Jin sighed: "Your luck is really good."

Li Fuyao didn't say anything, he could feel that Meng Jin's sword could no longer fall on his back.

Meng Jin said: "So I'm old."

There was too much helplessness in this sentence. A feeling of nostalgia appeared in Meng Jin's eyes. He slowly fell down and said before saying, "This world should belong to you young people."

Meng Jin fell down after saying this.

No eyes closed.

It seems like I want to see this world again.

He has been staying in this world for too long, but he hasn't been staying enough yet.

As Meng Jin died, the sword fell to the ground.

Li Fuyao also sat down.

In this battle, he really consumed too much of his mind and naturally consumed too much of his body. At this moment, he finally couldn't stand.

He pulled out the Sword of Searching for Immortality with difficulty and then smiled.

Cao Jianqing and Mingyue both lost their traction and fell to the ground.

At this time, it was dark.

The starlight appeared in the sky again.
Chapter completed!