Chapter 66 Unknown intention

"Don't forget that there is another person here who wants to kill you."

Ye Hetu smiled and kindly reminded the old man who was sweeping the tomb.

"The world has changed. In the past, it was too late for someone to hide when they heard my name, but now there are two little dolls who want to kill me." The loud voice of the old tomb sweeper spread around the center.

Some people are immediately surprised. What is the identity of this old man?

Some people will not know the meaning of the word "Supreme", and they can't peek at the legend about Shura.

These two names can only be legends now.

What's more, most of those people are not Chinese.

"Kid, I don't know who your master is, but I think I'm qualified to teach you a lesson for your master." The old grave sweeper slowly pulled something out of the middle of the broom.

"Dang~"

The thing that was pulled out bounced back in an instant, emitting a shining light. If you look carefully, it turned out to be a soft sword. There is a soft sword hidden in the middle of the broom! Many people will never think of such a mystery.

The old man straightened up, and in an all of an eyes, the old man who had been ricking his waist became tall and domineering. The soft sword in his hand did not shake at all, and the tip of the sword shone with a piercing white light. Although it was a white light, you can imagine how many people had killed with the old man's sword in those years.

Many people think that a famous sword can exert extraordinary power, but they don't know that the real weapon is not in fame, but in how much blood this thing has drunk.

The same is true for raising swords.

What is the name of the sword in the hand of the old tomb sweeper? Maybe he can't even remember it clearly. The sword that can kill people doesn't need too much embellishment. The people who have killed the famous sword may not be as many people who have killed the sword in his hand.

Where is the current Supreme's trace of injury just now?

When Xiao Yichen saw this, his face was full of bitterness. He was worthy of being a killing god who could be compared with the master. I'm afraid that his unique move did not cause real damage to him at all. I don't know what the outcome will be when Ye Hetu and the supreme will be. However, Ye Hetu gave him an impression that it was always unfathomable. Even in the battle of the Tibetan land in those years, Xiao Yichen did not figure out what was hidden in Ye Hetu.

Two years ago, he was qualified to fight against the strong on the God List. Two years later? I'm afraid that his strength is far from comparable at the beginning. What Xiao Yichen doesn't know is that the white-haired man he and Ye Hetu joined hands with not long ago are the strong on the world god list!

The third in the divine list, Di Lingsha!

In the past two years, Xiao Yichen's strength can be said to have advanced by leaps and bounds. This is because he laid a solid foundation when he was a child. At the age he has learned now, his advantages are more obvious. This is the master's explanation to him why he did not learn anything within ten years.

"The sword is good." Ye Hetu saw a soft sword pulled out by the grave sweeper and praised it.

Then Ye Hetu's eyes shifted to Xiao Yichen. Seeing this, Xiao Yichen thought that Ye Hetu wanted to borrow a sword and was about to pull out ** into the red xiao under his feet. Unexpectedly, Ye Hetu's eyes had been diverted from him.

Agaganto in the distance couldn't help saying, "When I wanted to borrow a sword from him just now, he ignored me. Now he just wants to lend him the sword with just one look. Fortunately, he didn't borrow the sword, which was a way to get me back.

He Changfeng looked carefully at the stop that was about to happen and couldn't help but be excited. He didn't know what the Supreme was, but he saw some signs from Xiao Yichen's engagement with the Supreme. Naturally, only the master could deal with the people that Xiao Yichen couldn't deal with.

"Fight your sister, I want the master to find a venue for you. Dream."

Agaganto curled his lips and didn't care. He sat down and was ready to watch the play. Unexpectedly, his buttocks did not touch anything substantive, and he suddenly thought that the two people were standing on the tree.

"Ah~~~~~~~"

A scream was dragged indefinitely.

He Changfeng looked down with pity and spit. It seemed that he was not ashamed of Agaganto's shame, and he really wronged himself by partnering with such a person.

There is no sword in Ye Hetu's hand.

The old man who sweeps the tomb was a little surprised. Such a bold descendant can be said to be a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers.

"I don't use a sword." Ye Hetu clapped his hands and carried his back behind him, and he looked very humorous.

"Because the sword is in my heart."

If Jun Yifeng is here, he will definitely spit blood. The big brother's pretending kung fu is indeed unmatched in the world.

The old grave sweeper didn't say anything. In his opinion, it was useless to say more to the young man in front of him. His thinking was too strange to understand at all.

Therefore, the grave sweeper took the lead.

The soft sword has no life, and the resistance of the air does not affect it at all. Every time it moves, the blade splits from the space, accelerating the speed and strength of the swing.

Ye Hetu was still motionless, allowing this sword to split at him.

Knowing that there was fraud, the old man who swept the grave did not hesitate at all. No matter what method Ye Hetu did to avoid it, his sword would never fail.

The sword has arrived.

It is only one foot away from Yehetu.

Just as he was about to touch the top of Ye Hetu's head, another white light appeared, which took care of the eyes of the sweeping tombsweeping people, making his eyes slightly stagger.

Knowing the trick, the old man who sweeps the tomb turned the sword into a horizontal split, and the direction speed did not weaken by half.

This is the supreme strength.

"Jingle!"

The tomb sweeper's sword hit a hard object, making a crisp sound.

When he saw it clearly, the two swords were against each other, and the sword end of the other sword was Ye Hetu.

The sound was crisp, but an invisible sound wave spread around, and the sound was extraordinary.

Jianbo.

The legendary sword wave.

It can also hurt people invisibly.

For a moment, a few muffled hums came around. Presumably, a sudden blow made some people too late to react and were affected. The center of this sword wave was the place where Ye Hetu fought with the Supreme.

While closely watching the two, Xiao Yichen did not relax his vigilance. When the sword wave came, he waved out of the red space, cut off the sword wave, and immediately used the body method given to him by the master to slip quietly through the cracks in the sword wave. Although he didn't suffer any damage, because the previous fight consumed a lot of vitality, this sword wave made him breathe a little.

"It turned out to be Jianbo!"

Xiao Yichen's eyes shined brilliantly. He remembered that the master told him that the sword wave is another manifestation of the highest in kendo. Only when two supreme people fight can there be a large-scale spread of sword waves. Unlike the integration of artistic conception into kendo, the sword wave can only be played with a real killing spirit.

What kind of level of engagement is this!

A sword appeared in Ye Hetu's hand, with no strange inscriptions and no brilliant luster.

Obviously, it is an ordinary sword.

"Isn't it strange, because I said I could kill you without a sword?"

The two swords are separated.

Ye Hetu said to the supreme with a soft sword. Without waiting for the tomb sweeper, who was called the supreme, to answer, Ye Hetu explained first.

"Actually, I didn't plan to use a sword, but I felt that I really didn't know how to deal with you without a sword, so I had to fight with you with a sword."

This excuse is really lame.

The old tomb sweeper was stunned and knew that he had been tricked by the boy in front of him again.

Ye Hetu gently grabbed the hilt of the sword. In fact, he could take the sword just now without a sword, but when the grave sweeper attacked him with the sword, a breath suddenly appeared within his range of perception.

It was so sudden that Ye Hetu was not prepared at all.

So, the sword took action.

"The soldiers never get tired of cheating."

The old man who sweeps the tomb just spit out a few words indifferently, which is not as violent as imagined. Ye Hetu is indeed much better than the young man who just met him.

The contact of two swords can produce unexpected sword waves.

Ye Hetu is enough to make the grave sweeper put away the contempt in his heart.

This young man is worth letting me take action. The soft sword in the hand of the old tomb sweeping man trembled slightly. Ye Hetu's sword and the soft sword are also not as loud as the emperor's sword Chixiao, but they are all a sharp weapon, because the two swords are still intact after contact.

"It's time for me to take action."

Before the words fell, Ye Hetu took the lead in attacking the old man who was sweeping the tomb.

A sword splits more than a dozen swords in a row, and its power is naturally extraordinary.

More than a dozen swords are also formed in an instant. Compared with Xiao Yichen's previous seven swords, it is a little less artistic power, but there is a continuous and comfortable feeling, just like a self-proclaim.

The old man who swept the tomb frowned, and the soft sword in his hand forcibly hit more than a dozen swordsmanship waved by Ye Hetu.

Something unexpected happened again.

More than a dozen originally separated swords actually gathered together without warning, forming a huge main sword, roaring towards the tomb sweeper.

"Is this?"

The calm face of the old tomb sweeper finally changed color.

After Ye Hetu waved more than ten swordsmanships, the sword in his hand had been removed.

The real trick did not fly towards the tomb-sweeping man. The sword flew faster than lightning to an unknown corner.