Chapter 11 Left Hand Sword God

Two hundred years old? How can it be?" Butterfly dance whispered to the swordsman.

"Maybe it's really possible." The sword clan did not detect that the other party's tone was fake. I can only wake up and doubt.

"Hey, how old are you two babies now?" There was a violent sound in the dark.

People feel scared when they hear it. After all, Butterfly Dance is a woman. At this time, she tightly drags the swordsman's clothes. The swordsman's heart was also rattling and trembling, and he couldn't speak for a moment.

"You, the young owner of Jimo Villa, are also afraid of this. It's outrageous." Butterfly Dance was not satisfied with the performance of the swordsman and gave him a fierce look.

"We are also human beings, not gods, or my grandfather will probably feel scary when he comes."

"What are you two muttering about? Answer my question quickly." The impatient voice came from the darkness, and a white shadow slowly appeared in front of the swordsman.

The swordsman and the butterfly dance were frightened to the extreme. From the appearance of this mysterious master to the moment, the swordsman and the butterfly dance always thought that the mysterious master must have been staring at themselves in the distance. Why did they not expect that they were not far away, only six arms away. In the place, the dark darkness or black gas scattered under the demon moon, and a not tall or even thin figure appeared.

The swordsman and the butterfly dance took another step back, and their eyes were full of unbelievable. The figure in front of him can never be called a human, but a real white skeleton, the eyes of the black hole, the thin skull, and the ribs on the chest of the white skeleton are broken many, sparse, slender and pale hand bone holding a huge and thick sword in the palm of the hand.

At this time, the sword clan and butterfly dance finally understood from the shock that this was another senior master awakened by the Xuanhun chasing jade, just like the white skeleton that appeared on the butterfly phoenix mountain.

"He has mysterious soul chasing jade fragments on his body." The heart of the swordsman has begun to gradually calm down.

"I know." The butterfly dance showed no weakness at all, and the silkworm soft sword in his hand protected his chest.

"Didn't you two hear what I said?" The two bones of the upper and lower jaw of the skull went up, and the sound also came out from there. The huge sword in the hands of the white bone pointed to the swordsman. A "ding" ice blade stabbed the ridge of the room. The swordsman desperately supported the ice blade, and his knees were half kneeling at this time. The swords supported the ice blade with both hands, gritting their teeth to support the power in their hands. Dou Da At this time, the sweat is flowing down like raindrops.

You don't need to look at the butterfly dance, you know that the sword with the white skeleton just pointed to the sword clan and had a strong true spirit rushing towards the sword clan. At this time, the sword clan seemed to have millions of heavy burdens on their shoulders.

"Dear girl, you said." The white skull turned to the butterfly dance, and the black hole's eyes seemed to shoot countless murderous air.

"I said, I said." Dieyiwu looked at the swordsman and knew that he couldn't hold on for a long time. He quickly arched his hand: "If you go back to the elders, it's 2000."

"20? Can't I sleep for two hundred years? As Bai Gu said, he withdrew the huge sword. The sword patriarch looked at the butterfly dance gratefully.

"I don't know who the senior is." The butterfly dance looked at the twice-year-old monster in front of him. I don't dare to neglect it at all.

"I killed so many people. It's rare to meet fellow people today. Anyway, I'll talk to you before you die." The white skeleton sighed carelessly: "Who are you?"

"If you go back to your predecessors, Zeng Shizu." After listening to the sentence in front of the white skeleton, his heart fell to the bottom, and he did not dare to be disrespectful at all.

"Where are you, boy?" The white skeleton casually raised the giant sword in his hand and asked the sword clan.

Even the small action of the white skeleton lifting the sword, the sword clan couldn't help but panic for a while. It was not until the real air did not come to the front, the sword clan was relieved and extremely polite: "I'm the sword clan."

The white skeleton sent out a trace of surprise, and the two black-framed 'eyes' of the skull turned to the swordsman. "Just now, you used the 'snowless snowless' of Jimo Villa of the Second Empire. Will the martial arts of Jimo Villa be passed on to outsiders?" The white skeleton stared at the sword clan in surprise for a long time: "Who is Jianhan from you?"

"Gao Zu." The swordsman's heart was cold. I have to answer truthfully.

"How is he now? Has the martial arts broken through the peak period of the ten-level realm of Shuntian and entered the realm of anti-sky? The white skeleton asked. Before the swordsman could answer, the white skeleton said again, "That dead guy definitely not." After talking to himself, Bai Skeleton said to himself, "Okay, now let you two die for me."

Looking at the tone of the old immortal white skeleton, the life and death of the swordsman and butterfly dance is as simple as stepping on an ant. Naturally, the swords were somewhat unwilling: "Dare to ask the seniors why they died."

"Because I am a sword god." The giant sword was raised again and pointed to the sword clan. The turbulent true spirit roared at the sword clan like the sea in the giant sea.

The swordsman spewed out a mouthful of blood, supported the ice blade with both hands, and stood there half kneeling without kneeling. At this time, it is not much better than the butterfly dance, but the weight suppression of the shoulders is not as strong as that of the swordsman.

"Left Sword God." The butterfly dance stared at the huge sword and looked along the huge sword. The hand holding the sword was his left hand.

"Left Sword God?" The sword clan gritted their blood teeth and looked at the butterfly dance, naturally hoping to get an answer from the butterfly dance.

Butterfly Dance nodded: "It should be his skeleton. Look at his right hand. Without four fingers, he naturally can't hold the sword, so he should be the left-hand sword god two hundred years ago."

"What's the origin?" Although the swordsman is well-read, they have not reached the position of omniscient.

"Two hundred years ago, the strongest warrior of the Qin Empire was the only one who reached the realm of false heaven in his lifetime. Unfortunately, in the seven-day breakthrough time when he broke through the realm of the fake sky and entered the realm against the sky, he forcibly broke through the two veins of Tianyin and Tianyang and died.

"So, this man should be a strong man in the realm of false heaven. Why do you feel that his true spirit is only on the tenth floor of the realm of heaven now?"

"Because of the cloudy and yang veins, the meridians are destroyed when they are forced to break through."

"When the meridians are destroyed, it happens that the two meridians are destroyed, causing the other meridians to be good." If the swords hadn't heard the introduction of the butterfly dance, coupled with the white skeleton in front of them, they couldn't believe that there were such things in the world.

Butterfly Dance nodded: "According to the book, when the predecessor was buried, the two veins were indeed destroyed, and the remaining veins were still there."

There are so much strangeness in this world. The swordsman sighed in his heart. I really don't say much.

"Don't talk nonsense, two children, just die." The left-hand sword god did not pay attention to the butterfly dance and the sword clan at all. The giant sword of the left hand pointed to the sky. I believe that as long as he split it casually, none of the two squeaky children on the opposite could survive.

"Dare to ask the seniors why they killed us." Butterfly dance is not an idiot. Naturally, I know the strength gap between the two sides. Even if the two people in the peak state can't beat it, don't think about it at this time.

"As long as there is a mysterious soul chasing jade, I can ignore the realm of the fake sky and directly enter the realm against the sky. At that time, I will reshape my body and be a Jianghu man. What are the problems?" The left-handed sword god laughed after saying that. The butterfly dance was sad in my heart.

At this time, the swordsman's brain did flash with inspiration: "Dare to ask seniors, we don't have Xuanhun jade fragments on our bodies. What's the point of seniors killing us?"

"absorb your souls and transform them into the dark power needed to chase jade. The stronger the martial arts, the better." The left-handed sword god laughed after saying that.

The butterfly dance sighed helplessly: "It seems that our competition just now has completely become a mantis to catch cicadas, and the yellow finch is behind."

"I may not die." A burst of confidence suddenly ignited in the heart of the sword clan, with an unprecedented firmness.

"Your uncle is an idiot. You won't become an idiot, will you?" At this time, the butterfly dance still did not forget the sword flute.

The swordsmen really didn't care: "Really, maybe we won't die. Instead, he died as the left-handed sword god.

The giant sword stopped in mid-air, and the words of the swordsman made the left-hand sword god slowly put down the giant sword, and a strong curiosity hovered in the mind of the left-handed sword god: "Thus, listen."

"What would happen if there were no Xuanhun chasing jade fragments?"

"Hahahaha,,,,." The sword god in his left hand laughed, and he was naturally extremely proud in his laughter: "I want to hear it. Where do you think the fragments of Xuanhun chasing jade are?"

"What does it mean?" The butterfly dance looked at the swordsman doubt.

"Why did the left-handed sword god resurrect?"

"Because Xuanhun chases jade fragments, just like the white-bone bald donkey in Diefeng Mountain a while ago." As soon as the butterfly dance finished speaking, he suddenly realized: "You mean, pulling away from the black soul of the left-hand sword god and chasing jade, the left-hand sword god who lost his resurrection power, naturally became a pile of dead bones without power support."

The swordsman nodded: "Smart."

"You are as idiots as your uncle." Butterfly Dance was furious: "Why don't you think about it? We can only feel the strong true spirit of the predecessor of the left-hand sword god, and we don't know where the jade fragments are."

"Where is the strongest? Where are the fragments of Xuanhun chasing jade? The sword clan looked at the left-handed sword god quite definitely.

"Have you ever touched the fragments of the soul chasing jade?" The left-handed giant sword of the sword god suddenly pointed straight at the sword clan. The sword clan completely lost the time to react. The tip of the giant sword had reached the throat of the sword clan: "Say, who else has the mysterious soul chasing jade fragments?"

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