Chapter 447 Xuan Bing’s Warning

Wei Tianzuo!

Jinjiajing's heart tightened.

In the wind and snow, the old man walked with his sword behind his back. He walked step by step, with each step, his bare feet stepped into the snow, steadily but quickly.

In just a blink of an eye, we have traveled several miles.

"This old guy..."

Jin Jingang's eyelids were twitching wildly. This Wei Tianzuo looked unattractive, but in fact he seemed to be one with the heaven and earth, and his aura was like a mountain or a sea, which made his heart sink.

"bone……"

He glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that the Bone King Kong was nowhere to be seen. This bastard had retreated for several miles.

"guard……"

Jin Jingang cursed in his heart, but was suddenly speechless. A few miles away, he felt a divine sword touching the center of his brow, and a bone-chilling chill seemed to freeze him.

"Thousand-Eyed Dharma Master."

Wei Tianzuo raised his head, and a flash of light appeared in his deep-set eye sockets. Through the wind and snow, he seemed to see a strange Bodhisattva standing on the earth.

Like mountains and peaks.

He clasped his hands together, and his whole body was filled with dazzling divine light. Faintly, it seemed as if countless eyes were staring at him.

"Master Thousand Eyes, what do you want to do if you stop me?"

"The sword's will leads to the gods."

In the wind and snow, the Bone Vajra crushed large areas of incense, and the shadow of the Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva fell in the wind and snow.

He looked at Wei Tianzuo calmly and stated his purpose:

"I want to perform a great sacrifice, and I want to borrow the Changhong Yiqi sword. I will definitely return it within ten years."

"Grand Sacrifice, Changhong Yiqi Sword?"

Wei Tianzuo chewed on his words, neither sad nor happy: "What kind of great sacrifice requires the use of heavenly luck mysterious weapons?"

"Bafang Temple."

Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva calmly replied: "If Lord Sword Guard is willing, you can participate in the great sacrifice with me and enter the Bafang Temple together."

"Bafang Temple?"

Wei Tianzuo slowly raised his hand, and the sword from behind jumped out with a clang and landed in his palm:

"Wei has a question."

"oh?"

The Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva looked at him.

"Five Dao Sects, why did you choose me alone?"

Wei Tianzuo asked.

"On a temporary basis, Sword Master Wei is the closest to us."

The Thousand-Eyed Bodhisattva replied: "The Heavenly Snake is wearing armor and is carrying the Heavenly Silkworm Taoist. Compared with the Guard Sword Master, it is more thorny."

The two of them exchanged questions and answers in a calm manner without any fuss, while the two kings of muscles and bones had already retreated for more than ten miles with the wind and snow, constantly spreading incense.

In the melting pot of heaven and earth, it is difficult for the spirit to survive forever. Even if they have no houses and no incense, it will be difficult for them to come to this world.

"Wei has one last question."

Wei Tianzuo slowly raised his sword, and the light and shadow behind him intertwined, as if a divine blade was clanging and about to be unsheathed:

"If you want to borrow a sword, you shouldn't just bring these two losers, right?"

"Gan your mother!"

In the distance, Bone King Kong was furious: "Old man, how dare you underestimate me!"

Zheng~

Wei Tianzuo's eyes flashed coldly, and a flash of sword light jumped up, piercing through the wind and snow for more than ten miles in a moment, and slashed straight down.

"Gan!"

The Muscular Vajra screamed strangely, and its body suddenly expanded, its big tendons protruding like pythons, bursting out with majestic power:

"Damn it, don't hide behind me!"

laugh!

The roar stopped abruptly, and the body of the Jinjin King shook, and then crashed to the end, like a python whose sinews were severed by a sword.

"grass!"

He looked back angrily and saw that the Bone Vajra had disappeared into the incense.

"waste!"

Wei Tianzuo just slashed out a sword with his hand, and a faint sword cry was heard in the wind and snow.

He raised his eyebrows and looked around, and saw sword light rising like a tide in the incense, and a red divine sword rising and falling in it:

"And I, too."

"Sword Spirit Master!"

Wei Tianzuo's eyes suddenly brightened.

The nine great Dharma Masters of the Evil God Religion, except for the Qianling Dharma Master, are all those who have practiced martial arts to a very high level in the past thousands of years. They can defeat the last move, but they have not touched the legendary supreme realm.

The ultimate great master.

The Sword Spirit Master, who became famous three thousand years ago, ruled the roost with his sword. Rumor has it that he once wielded the Changhong Yiqi Sword during his lifetime!

"Master Sword Guard, bring the sword."

The swords made human sounds, and the sword light swayed like a tide. Between the collisions, mountains and rivers seemed to be looming among them.

"I want a sword."

Wei Tianzuo shook his sword and roared. As he stepped forward, the dazzling sword light penetrated the wind and snow, and was as powerful as the tide, slashing straight at the two Dharma Masters:

"Come and get it!"

…

…

Around the New Year's Eve, the river was blocked by heavy snow, but the city of Hengshan was still extremely lively.

Large fairs, temple fairs, lantern festivals and other events were held, and there was no desertion at all.

In a teahouse, Xie Tongzhi was sitting quietly sipping tea. There was a storyteller in the teahouse, and he was talking about the Yuanqing Dynasty. The storyteller was an old man with half-white hair and beard. He was very skilled and told familiar plots in a rhythmic way. Many people were applauding him.

"Is the sword master still in the future?"

Opposite Xie Tongzhi, an old man in a green shirt sat, twirling his teacup gently:

"A few days ago, Long Yingchan convened a meeting with various sects, but we and Qinglong Pavilion were the only ones missing. When the sword master arrives, I must ask him for an explanation!"

"The sword master may not even come."

Xie Tongzhi shook his head: "The sword master measures the world with bare feet to find an opportunity to defeat the last move. This is a big deal."

"Having said that, I still feel a bit depressed."

The old man put down his tea cup.

"The talks are meaningless. What does it matter whether they are held or not? It has been maintained like this for more than a thousand years. Does the imperial court really dare to embarrass us?"

Xie Tongzhi didn't take it seriously. In fact, when he came to participate in the various martial arts exercises, he heard that Long Xixiang was about to die soon.

only……

Thinking back to the recent meetings, Xie Tongzhi couldn't help but feel a shadow cast over his heart. This old guy looked like he was dying, but half a year later, he still looked the same.

So much so that he couldn't help but wonder if the old guy's injury had healed.

Especially, after Mo Long died in the Dragon Tiger Tower, he became more and more uneasy.

"The next martial arts performance will be held at our place. By then..."

The old man in green shirt sneered.

"Speaking of which, Junior Brother Zhao, you have a good personal relationship with Tian Yingzi. Have you ever seen him these days?"

Xie Tongzhi asked.

"Since the death of Mo Long in the Dragon Tiger Tower, Tian Yingzi has been visiting Long Yingchan and others from time to time..."

Zhao Yifeng frowned slightly: "I originally wanted to discuss with Tian Yingzi about the black whale hammer master Li Yuanba, but unexpectedly this old guy disappeared behind closed doors."

"Being behind closed doors..."
To be continued...