Chapter 10 Mysterious Master

After listening to the words of the swordsman, the butterfly dance's face suddenly turned white: "You know what kind of move it is." Butterfly dance bit her mouth tightly, and there was a trace of panic in her eyes: "Who helped you just now?"

"I believe that my power has consumed 80% of the butterfly door owner, and there is no power to stop my attack." As soon as the swordsman's voice fell, the ice blade in his hand was raised, and his body was twisted. The ice blade fell from the sky, and the swordsman's hand waved quickly and continuously, with the ice blade. Brushing is the stabbing of two swords. The true air shot from the tip of the sword went straight to the waist and head of the butterfly dance.

The sword spirit is quite strong, and there is a faint sound of breaking the air. The butterfly dance, which has already entered the peak of the ninth layer of Shuntian Realm for many years, is worthy of being a person who has stepped into the tenth floor of Shuntian Realm with half a foot. The ice sword of the sword clan can shake out two swords of swords with a hard sword, and the soft sword of the butterfly dance is naturally not to say.

At this time, the silkworm soft sword is like a spiritual snake in the hand of the butterfly dance. Under the cold demon moon, the tip of the silkworm soft sword is like a poisonous snake spitting snake letters. Two blue light emitted two sounds, "ding and ding", and the four sword spirits collided at the same time, and the sword spirit offset each other. There was almost no sound in the air for a moment.

The sword in the hands of the sword clan and the butterfly dance stopped at the same time, and then the two magnificent true spirits swept through the whole Koizumi City like boundless seawater. The sword clan's aura is now only 300 meters, which is the current limit. The butterfly dance does directly cover the whole Koizumi.

This is the real peak period of the nine-layer realm of Shuntian. The swords feel the surrounding aura. At this time, they once again think of those who rely on the mysterious soul to chase jade and rise in strength, and there is no comparison at all. Perhaps this is why the family must insist on the descendants to steadily improve their strength step by step. Because.

Maybe it's like the saying that high-speed quantities are destined to be unstable and cannot cause qualitative change.

"What did you hear?" Butterfly dance turned around and looked at the direction of the south of Koizumi City.

"I didn't hear anything? I just feel a strong momentum. The swordsman came to his senses from deep thinking.

"At the peak of the tenth level of the realm of Shuntian." Butterfly dance replied affirmatively. Don't forget to praise the swordsman: "The foundation of the young hero's martial arts is really solid."

The sword clan did not answer anything but just smiled, but did ask, "Does the owner of the butterfly door know who is coming?"

"I don't know, but even if both of us are at the peak at this time, I'm afraid they are not their opponents." After saying that, the butterfly dance took out a cylinder like a fire fold and opened the fuse. A horn sounded and resounded through the end of the sky.

"Does the doorkeeper send a signal to save people, or send a signal to attract it?" The swordsman frowned and looked sad. No matter who they faced before, the swordsman had never been so confident, but today seems to be different. In addition to the Chinese warriors in the whole Asian continent, except for his father, who has soared for more than 20 years, no one dares to call himself the second, but Who will be the person who came today? The swordsman is not sure at all.

"I can feel a familiar breath, which reminds me of the Zen Pavilion and the superiors of the public defeat." Despite the unknown danger ahead, Butterfly Dance took a step forward: "Can the young hero remember what this is?"

"We retreat." The swordsman grabbed the woman beside him: "Let's retreat quickly." After the swordsman's words, the ice blade in his right hand suddenly shook violently as if it had been hit by evil.

"Is this?" The butterfly dance looked at the ice blade in the hand of the sword clan and looked at the silkworm soft sword in her hand. This contrast made the butterfly dance a little unpredictable for a moment.

"Don't look, your silkworm soft sword is dead, but my ice is alive." After saying that, regardless of the identity of the swordsman, they pulled people and ran back.

"It's strange, is there anything alive with the sword?" The butterfly dance doesn't mean to be afraid at all. As the sword clan flew, it wanted to cry without tears. Who dared to believe the identity of Jianzhangping? If it hadn't been for the first meeting, the sword clan would not even want to believe it.

"Can you still run?" There was a low roar in the darkness. At this time, a sky curtain stood in front of the swordsman. The swordsman and the butterfly dance unpreparedly bumped into the sky. While the two were cold in an instant, they couldn't help falling back and brushing down the street fiercely.

After all, the skills of the butterfly dance are still one layer higher than that of the sword clan. In just one moment of turning around, the butterfly dance has turned the soft sword of the silkworm from soft to hard, and inserted the long sword into the beam of the room. The other hand of the butterfly dance held the sword clan. In this way, the butterfly dance completed a perfect beauty to save the hero. Of course, the sword clan The title of hero still needs to be urged.

"Xiao An, I'll fight with you." Outside the novel, the Soege sword clan rushed over with a cold blade and stepped on seven stars.

The author seriously despised: "That's right."

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The sword clan was supported by the butterfly dance, which was also realized by the sword clan. There was no need for the butterfly dance to be a little bit. In the blink of an eye, the sword clan directly turned over the roof with the power supported by the butterfly dance, and also pulled the butterfly dance up.

"Who are you?" As soon as the butterfly dance went up to the roof, she looked around vigilancely, which was only gloomy except for silence. The two people who were still at the door just now completely disappeared at this time.

At this time, something like debris fell over the night, and a burning smell filled the noses of the swordsman and the butterfly dance at the same time.

This smell of swordsman is so familiar that it can't be familiar with it. When Buick died, he was absorbed by the Xuanhun Chasing Jade with a little ash. At that time, he also grabbed a handful, and now the falling debris filled the air that the two suffered was full of this smell.

"What is this?" The butterfly dance wrinkled his nose.

"The ashes of your two doormen's bodies." The swordsman was very calm. When the butterfly dance, he felt that his body was creepy: "What's going on?"

"The soul chases jade." The swordsman answered affirmatively.

With a sound. The butterfly dance did not give up her eyebrows. She pulled out the silkworm soft sword and shook it twice in the dark mid-air: "What can I do to solve it?"

The swordsman looked at the reaction of the butterfly dance and smiled helplessly: "Don't hold on. This situation should calm down first."

Butterfly dance nodded with consent. She also knew that her shaking her sword was nothing more than to hide her fear, but this was a little effort. The two doormen who were still jumping around just now disappeared like this, and the butterfly dance's heart was very empty.

"Don't you know who I am?" The low voice just now came from the darkness, and there was a trace of loneliness in the language: "Is it possible that my English name has disappeared cleanly in the world after so many years?"

The sword clan is very knowledgeable. It is obviously more experienced in butterfly dance than its own cattle 13. The sword clan quickly took a few breaths: "Do you know each other?"

Butterfly dance tightly pinched the swordsman's arm and looked blank and panicked: "If I had known him, I would have reported his name. Now I'm dragging your arm because I don't know which way it is.

The swordsman couldn't help retreating: "Is it the ancestor of Zen?"

"You are talking about the white bone master who has been resurrected by the Xuanhun chased jade all over the world." Butterfly Dance also patted her chest quickly: "If it's really him, it's okay."

"What should I do?" The swordsman directly thought of all kinds of ways to escape, but it seemed that they all died because of their skills.

"I don't know." Butterfly dance continued to hold the swordsman's arm tightly: "I don't know who the other party is. There's nothing I can do."

"Why don't you run away separately?" The swordsman proposed, "You go east and I go west."

"Definite not." Butterfly Dance did not think about it: "My current skill is only less than 20,000, and I'm not even as good as you. I'm sure that as long as I run, he can kill me by throwing a stone casually."

"What do you want to do?"

"I can't help it." The butterfly dance was quite straightforward at this time: "His martial arts foundation is very good, and his true spirit is full of a sense of thickness. There is no impetuousness, but there is a trace of resentment hidden in the true spirit."

"Are you two kids listening to me?" In addition to a violent long shout in the dark, a strong sword spirit also shot over.

"Little baby?" The sword clan was very surprised by this name, because the sword style has never called itself that.

"Extraority, only the world's master can be called like this." When Butterfly Dance said this, she quickly shook her body and stood straight and saluted in the dark: "The younger butterfly dance pays a visit to the seniors."

In the darkness, except for silence, there is only the sound of the wind blowing. It took a long time for the voice to speak in the dark: "Who are you?"

"Butterfly?" After waiting for the butterfly dance to say something, the swordsman recalled to themselves: "I am very impressed by this name.

Butterfly dance's eyes are as open as copper bells: "Are the seniors already 200 years old?"

"Two hundred years old?" Naturally, the swordsman was also extremely surprised. What age is this? Such an age is simply a figure in the period of Taizong. Can a person live 200 years old? The swordsman couldn't wait to slap themselves to make sure whether they were living in a dream.

How could you expect that there was a shocking voice in the dark: "Two hundred years old? Isn't it more than eighty-four years now?

When the swordsman heard this, they couldn't help it. They pinched their waist fiercely with two fingers, and a burst of pain came. Only then did the swordsman make sure that they had heard it right. This is not in a dream, but in reality.