Chapter 33 Sword Spirit

"Sword Spirit. The ancestors cast swords and seals. Zhu Jianpingyi was shocked when he heard the words of the swordsman.

"No way, the person who has died for a thousand years has been resurrected. Shit, boss, you are indeed an anti-sky existence."

After listening to Dugu's words of picking flowers, Xiao Yu and Wanrong felt that the situation was a little bad for a while. The two girls held the moment and retreated to a corner.

"Nephew, why don't we let go, since we are the sword spirit of our ancestors." Casting swords and flat clothes turned his head to the swordsman.

"The ancestor sword spirit must want to repair the ice blade. In that case, it will inevitably lead to the disaster of heaven and earth. According to our current skills, it is estimated that the first weight can't be stopped.

"But we can't do it if it goes on like this." After saying that, he grasped the ice blade and pushed it forward. The power of the ten-layer sword spirit and the power of the sword suit were not something that the sword clan and Dugu Caihua could resist. The violent shaking ice blade came out.

A blue light flashed, and the ice blade exploded above the cast sword tripod and rotated quickly. The six souls below looked at the two broken blades rotating in the air in shock. They only saw the two blades rotating at a high speed for a long time. The two sword rings gradually approached and finally connected. The speed of rotation slowly slowed down. A large sword circle slowly stopped in the air, and the ice broken blade finally stayed in the air, but the broken mark was still Visible to the naked eye.

A white smoke gushed out of the broken section. The white fog is entangled, and finally forms an image of a person. It can be faintly seen that he is an elderly swordsman.

At the same time, the image of the white fog of the word "sword spirit" flashed in the minds of the six people present. The image formed by the white fog in the air became clearer and even had color in some places. When it was finally formed, they quickly knelt on the ground: "The 120th generation of descendants of cast sword and flat clothes to see their ancestors."

"Don't be polite." As soon as the sword spirit raised his hand slightly, Zhu Jianzhang felt a force lifting himself up. Jianling glanced at the swordsman and said indisputablely, "You are his son."

The sword clan nodded and arched his hand and said, "The younger Soege sword clan knocked on the ancestors of Zhu Jianzhangping."

"Suge Swordsman." After saying that, Jianling asked happily, "How's your mother?"

"Thank you, ancestors." The sword clan hesitated a little and immediately said, "I don't know why the ancestors knew my mother."

"I have been with your father for nearly 30 years, and I know everything about your father."

The swordsman was overjoyed and quickly said, "So the ancestors must know where my father has gone?"

"Hmm." Jianling nodded, and then thundered a word, shocking the audience: "It's a pity that I won't tell you." After saying that, Jianling laughed, and several people present heard that there was a drop of sweat on their foreheads. This girl's ancestors had no demeanor at all. The sword clan was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

"Kid, your father is still alive, and I can still feel the existence of your father's breath, but with your cabbage-like strength now, I think you'd better go back to wash and sleep with your wife." The sword spirit hit the swordsman without mercy.

"My mother misses my father and wants to see my father?" The extremely sincere way of the swordsman

Jianling sighed: "We are destined to be together and will never be together. I think you also know about your father and your mother. You can't be together when you are a human being in this world. Now the world is different, let your mother die.

After saying that, Jianling turned his eyes to the ice blade and said again, "You are really a loser. You actually put me into the magma of hell. Grandma's luck to come to the casting sword tripod, otherwise my lower half of my soul will be destroyed by your boy."

Several girls sweated when they heard this, and the image of Zhu Jian Zhangping plummeted in several girls. This ancestor actually said a series of rude words.

Zhu Jian Zhangping looked at the lost swordsman and said with a burst of regret in his heart, "Don't be so depressed. After all, the matter between your mother and your father is the resentment of the previous generation. Besides, as long as you become a strong man, you can see your father, and there is still hope, right?"

Dugu picked flowers and looked at the sword spirit in the air speechlessly: "A strong man, you think it's a cabbage in the street market. If you want to buy it, you can buy it. It's been a thousand years before a strong man against the sky appeared. Although my boss is talented, he is not so perverted to that extent."

"That's good to say that the strong man is indeed not the cabbage in the market, but for the lonely villa, it seems easier to cultivate a ten-story peak master than to buy cabbage in the market." After saying that, Jianling turned his head and said to the swordsman, "Kid, as long as you become a master at the peak of the ten levels of Shuntianjing, I can be sure that you can definitely feel your father."

"Really?" A trace of light finally opened in the lost heart of the swordsman.

Jianling nodded: "Well, let's get to business. You're not going to repair my soul. Aren't you afraid of attracting the disaster? I came to carry it, so you guys and those girls. Hurry up and prepare it for me."

With Jianzhangping, the ten-layer sword spirit of Shuntian's realm, it's easy to say. The ten-layer sword spirit of Shuntian's realm should withstand the disaster of heaven and earth no matter what. I don't know when a fire was set up under the casting sword tripod. Under the burning of the fire, a cold air hit and made the whole sword casting platform look extremely cold.

The ice blade in the tripod was originally lying in the cast sword tripod. With the temperature of the flame in the tripod, the black minerals in the tripod gradually changed from black to blue. Dugu Caihua was extremely surprised to see the situation in front of him: " boss, what's going on? Obviously, the fire below is heating, why is it so cold?"

"Ice Mine."

Zhu Jianzhang Ping nodded and said, "When these ice mines are heated, they will repel the strong ice smell in the minerals, and these ice smell is indeed what is needed to repair the ice blade."

Sure enough, the smell of ice emanated from the ice mine, but the ice did not stay in the air much. As soon as it rose, it surged towards the ice blade. The white air wave keeps rolling, and the whole ice blade is wrapped by the white air wave. As for the situation inside, it is unknown to outsiders.

However, it seems that it is not the time to pay attention to the ice blade, because the sky is gradually getting dizzy, and dark clouds surged from the sky of the cast sword tripod in all directions. The dark clouds and speechless can only see lightning and thunder, and the roar is endless.

In an instant, she hugged Xiao Yu tightly and looked afraid. Xiao Yu was not much better. Maybe she would hit herself later. Zhu Jian Zhangping looked at the dark clouds in the sky and suddenly shouted, "Sacrifice blood."

Casting the sword flat clothes immediately threw the dagger in his hand to the sword clan. After receiving the dagger in his hand, the Soge sword clan put the dagger across the left index finger. As soon as the cold light passed, a few drops of blood were dripped into the blue bowl by the sword clan, followed by the sword clan holding the dagger in his left hand, and the dagger blade crossed the right index finger. On the top, the dagger quickly scratched, and a few drops of blood dripped into the red bowl.

Casting Jianzhang looked at the sword clan interestingly: "Two-attribute meridians, I didn't expect that you were such a freak in the Jian family?" The sword clan did not say anything, but threw the dagger at Dugu to pick flowers. Dugu Caihua also cut his finger, squeezed a little blood from his body, and dripped it into the golden bowl.

The last one was Shun'er. The sword clan took the dagger from Dugu Caihua's hand and walked to Shun'er. Looking at the little girl in front of him, the little woman in front of him made an indissoluble bond in just a few days. From the moment they walked out of the house, the children of the Jian family took killing the Yi clan as their lifelong responsibility. In order not to let the girl in front of him fall into the hands of the Yi clan, and in order to prevent the Yi clan from getting the Xuanhun to chase the jade, he chose to stay by his side.

The swordsman pulled his hair and said, "Shun'er." The sword clan just shouted and didn't say anything more.

"Brother of the sword clan, do you want the blood of the moment?" In an instant, he said cleverly.

The swordsman nodded: "The kindness of dripping blood, the swordsman should repay it forever."

"It's just a few drops of blood. Instantly knows that the brother of the sword clan is a good person." After saying that, Shun'er took the dagger from the hands of the sword clan and walked to the cast sword tripod. Her delicate fingers stretched out, and the cold dagger lay on it. Shun'er narrowed her eyes and squeezed her lips and said, "Will the sword clan hurt?"

The swordsman was speechless. That day, he fell from such a high platform and didn't hum a few words. Now he is just gently scratching a knife on his finger. He is afraid of this. It's really unreasonable for a girl. Thinking of this, the sword clan pinched his finger with his right hand, and a true breath flew out of his finger and hit it directly on the handle of the dagger.

A few drops of bright red blood slipped down from between his fingers and dripped into the bowl. At this moment, he dared to open his eyes.

Xiao Yu looked distressed and took out a silk scarf and quickly tied up her fingers.

Zhu Jian Zhangping glanced at the five bowls, and there were five attributes of blood in the five bowls. Zhu Jian Zhang Ping's right hand trembled, and five strands of true air shot straight out of Zhu Jian Zhangping's hand and dragged up the five bowls placed on the casting sword tripod. Zhangping turned over the cast sword in mid-air, and five blood bowls flew directly out of five blood lines, and five extremely thin blood lines flew out of the bowl and gathered into a ball.

The blood mass in mid-air kept flipping in the hands of Zhu Jianzhangping, and then five colors of gold, green, blue, red and yellow radiated from the blood clot, and a very fine blood line shot towards the ice blade.

At this moment, the sky was as dark as a night, and the demon sun in the sky was covered by thick clouds. The thunder and lightning released white light, like waving a sharp sword; the thunder made a rumble sound, and it was deafening like beating drums in the air. Casting sword and flat clothes waved his hand: "Wanrong, take the two girls to the ancestral hall to hide from the rain immediately."

"Yes, father."

Xiao Yu and Shuner have already huddled tightly together. At this time, the sound of casting swords and plain clothes is like the sound of nature. Xiao Yu and Shun'er can't wait to go down the stairs. Dugu Caihua looked at the graceful figure that had left. They had already drooled. Dugu Caihua licked his saliva: "Big boss, I'm also afraid. Let me also go to avoid lightning.

The sword clan didn't have time to speak, and Zhu Jianzhang threw away angrily and panicked when he saw Dugu Caihua.