"Forget it, just a clone, just run away."

In just a moment of effort, Xu Ming was relieved.

For him, if it was a demon, he would have a pity, after all, there was something he needed.

But for Xu Ming, a mere demon clone, it is optional.

This time he took action, he thought the demon was coming, but he never thought it was still a clone.

Thinking of this, Xu Ming moved his eyes to the old figure holding the broken sword in front of him.

At first, Xu Ming did not pay attention to the old man who was bewitched by the demons, but he did not expect that he had such strength.

The sword that the old man just swung was equivalent to the full-strength attack of a top-notch master in the world.

And if he can easily achieve this, he must be a top-notch expert.

A top-notch master is second only to the legendary master-level figure in the world. Looking at the entire Daheng Dynasty, he is also a famous person.

However, even if he is a top-notch master, Xu Ming is not afraid. With his strength, he can easily sweep.

Staring at the figure in front of him with a worn-out clothes but extremely tall figure, Xu Ming's aura began to rise step by step, and the terrifying pressure was released from him, oppressing the three musketeers behind him to retreat several steps.

Just as Xu Ming was planning to launch a fierce attack on the old man, his turbulent momentum suddenly stopped.

"Someone is approaching here, and there is more than one."

His ears moved slightly and listened to the movements coming from around him. Xu Ming's eyebrows frowned slightly and quickly gathered his momentum, then his figure flashed and disappeared into the night like a gust of wind.

Before leaving, he instructed the three musketeers behind him, asking the three not to reveal any information about him.

As for whether they will listen, it is not something Xu Ming needs to consider.

Shortly after Xu Ming left, the three musketeers had not recovered yet, and a sound of breaking wind suddenly passed by the sky above the three of them.

A sloppy Taoist with a long sword on his back and a wine gourd on his waist turned over a few moments in the air and landed not far in front of the Three Musketeers.

As soon as the Taoist fell to the ground, he immediately reached out and grabbed the wine gourd around his waist, leaned over and poured a sip of wine into his mouth.

"belch……"

The wine entered the throat, and the sloppy Taoist staggered twice, then burped loudly, and the rich aroma of wine suddenly plunged into the mouth and nose of the Three Musketeers.

After this, the sloppy Taoist shook his head and began to look at the surrounding environment.

He first glanced at dozens of men in black who were still lying on the ground and were still twitching all over. A strange color flashed in his eyes hidden under his messy hair.

Then there were five ghost babies who had been electrocuted into coke, and then there were a large number of stone bricks flying away and the streets became bumpy. This was caused by the aftermath of the collision just now.

The more I looked, the more serious the sloppy Taoist looked. His eyes kept moving, and finally it was frozen on the old man with white hair.

The old man was still holding the broken sword and stood motionless in his original position. He did not react to Xu Ming's departure and the arrival of the sloppy Taoist.

With long unruly hair, the sloppy Taoist looked at the old man with white hair, and a hint of surprise suddenly appeared on his drunken face.

He stared at the broken sword held in the old man's hand, his eyes swept across the old man's face, his body suddenly trembled suddenly.

"Canced Sword, is it you, is it you?"

The sloppy Taoist's eyes widened with wide open eyes, and two solid-sized eyes shone out from his pupils, like two sword lights, heading straight for the white-haired old man.

His eyes were like swords, and with an unparalleled sharpness, it flew to the white-haired old man in a flash.

Faced with the sloppy Taoist's temptation, the white-haired old man waved the broken sword in his hand, and easily defeated the sword light in a simple and unpretentious manner.

Seeing this scene, the sloppy Taoist was not surprised but happy. He suddenly opened his mouth wide and made a series of sounds of laughter or crying.

"Hahaha, the sky has eyes. It's been ten years. I've been looking for you for ten years. Today I finally asked me to find you."

While the sloppy Taoist opened his mouth and vented loudly, his long hair began to be free of wind, and the ancient sword on his back also began to tremble constantly, and the frequency of trembling became more and more intense, as if he was about to deshewn independently.

Finally, with a clanging sound, a long sword that trembled with a cold light bloomed from the night, flying from the scabbard and shuttled around the sloppy Taoist.

"Canced Sword, take my sword."

The long sword was unsheathed, and the sloppy Taoist changed his aura. A powerful sword intent was released from him. The three musketeers who were standing by and watching were in pain in their skin and had goose bumps.

"What a strong sword intent."

Feeling the stinging sensation like a blade coming from the skin, the eyes of the Three Musketeers were full of horror.

As a sword-user, there are many sword-using masters who have seen themselves, but none of them have such powerful sword-using intent.

When all the sword intents on the sloppy Taoist's body burst out, the old white-haired man who had been standing still finally took action.

Stimulated by the sloppy Taoist's powerful sword intent, the white-haired old man slowly raised his slightly lowered head, fully exposed his face, revealing an insensitive face.

He raised his right hand holding the broken sword, his turbid pupils, and looked directly at the sloppy Taoist.

At the same time, the sloppy Taoist, whose momentum was brewing, flapped his arms and quickly pinched out a sword technique with his ten fingers, opened his mouth and shouted.

"Twenty-one swords, ten thousand swords are fired at the same time."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ancient long sword surrounding him quickly jumped into the sky, and countless energy sword shadows divided out from the sword and poured down towards the white-haired old man.

"I'll go, is this a sword?"

Looking at Jianhe surging ahead, Wang Yujian's eyes widened. He felt that his sword was a bit different from that of others.

No, it's not a bit big, it's very big.

Faced with this magnificent "Sword", the white-haired old man slowly raised the broken sword in his hand and then silently waved it towards the Jianhe River.

The moment the broken sword was swung down, the long sword in the hand of the three musketeers suddenly began to buzz softly.

“Buzz…”

Not only the long swords of the three of them, but all the sword weapons in the entire Shuichuan County were shaking slightly at this moment, making the sound of Weng's voice.

Then, an extremely dazzling sword light appeared from the broken sword, tearing the sword river, and heading upstream, slashing the ancient long sword floating in the sky.

"uh-huh……"

On the ground, the sloppy Taoist let out a muffled groan in his nostrils as the sword flew out.

He raised his hand to recall the sword, and without any stopping, he slashed out another sword.
Chapter completed!