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"Just a poor dying man."
An ethereal voice came, accompanied by a stooped, white-haired old man flying from under the moon and appearing opposite Qin Feng.
There was no sound, no fluctuations, and even the vitality seemed weak, as if the vitality would disperse and die at any time.
But Qin Feng didn't dare to underestimate him.
It's all right to avoid his divine sense, but even Nan Toutuo couldn't detect it, so how can it be as simple as being old and decayed on the surface.
"Senior, who is it?" Qin Feng asked vigilantly.
If Nan Toutuo hadn't left, he would have turned pale with shock at this moment, because this old man was none other than Lei Yu Patriarch, a figure who had lived for an unknown amount of time and was rumored to have died for tens of thousands of years.
It seems that the gate of hell has issued a secret order, and the entire land is in turmoil, and even such old monsters have appeared.
"Don't be so vigilant, I'm just a dying person, and I have no malice towards you." The white-haired old man said softly, as if his lifespan was really limited, and it was a bit difficult to speak.
"What did the senior say before?" Qin Feng was still vigilant, but he was very curious.
What does it mean that you are you, and you are qualified to stand here. Does this old man know him?
"Literally." The white-haired old man said.
Qin Feng frowned, very puzzled.
Literally, what does it mean?
The white-haired old man did not explain too much. He slowly stretched out his wrinkled hands, which made Qin Feng suddenly vigilant to the extreme. The blood all over his body was stimulated, and the blood god domain was condensed, ready to erupt at any time.
The white-haired old man didn't take it seriously, but said indifferently: "I said, I have no malice towards you. This trip is just entrusted by someone to send something."
Say it.
In the wrinkled and bloodless palm, a ray of light suddenly flashed, and a sword gradually condensed, to be precise, it was a broken sword.
The sword was only one and a half feet long, and it was broken in the middle. It was stained with rust, and it was stained with some blood, which had dried up and turned from red to black.
At first glance, it looks like scrap iron, and it is still broken scrap iron.
Qin Feng even wondered if the old man came to play tricks on him.
But the next moment, Qin Feng's expression changed in horror.
"This aura is the aura of the master" Qin Feng was shocked, he actually felt a faint aura of the master from the broken sword.
Could this sword be the sword of his master?
At least, his master has used it.
Sure enough, the master came to the remote ancient times and walked through this land. The Qingtian Sect must have been instructed by the master, but why did he just watch the Qingtian Sect be destroyed and the darkness descend in three days?
Could it be that the master is no match for the forces hidden behind the gate of hell?
At this moment, Qin Feng was inexplicably excited, and many thoughts flashed in his mind, as if he had grasped something, but he couldn't grasp anything, and instead added a lot of fog.
"Master, so that person is your master, no wonder he has high hopes for you." There was a slight surprise in the white-haired old man's sloppy eyes, but it disappeared after only a moment.
"Who the hell are you? Why are you holding this broken sword? The person who asked you asked you to give this broken sword? Where is he?" Qin Feng stared at the old man with blood-red eyes, and asked countless questions in one breath.
"It doesn't matter who I am. Someone has indeed entrusted me to send this broken sword. As for whether that person is your master, I don't know. I also don't know where he is." The old man said flatly.
"When and where?" Qin Feng asked urgently, he wanted to find it.
As long as he finds the master, he can ask everything.
Doubts in my heart can be solved by Almighty.
"When the Qingtian Sect was destroyed."
The expression of the white-haired old man rarely fluctuated, as if recalling the past, he murmured: "I was seriously injured back then, and the end was approaching. It was he who came and took me back from the hands of death and gave me thirty thousand years of life." Yuan, let me wait for the day when the Qingtian Sect reappears, take this broken sword to the blue sky, and deliver it to a person named Qin Feng."
Speaking of this, the old man's eyes flickered with shock, and even had strong fear.
What kind of peerless person should he be to be able to predict what will happen 30,000 years later.
Back then, he still had strong doubts and disbelief, but the grace of saving his life was repaid, so he didn't shirk it, but he never took it too seriously.
But now, 30,000 years have passed, and the Qingtian Sect really reappeared. What surprised him the most was that a person named Qin Feng actually took the initiative to save the Qingtian Sect.
The method of forecasting and the ability of layout shocked him inexplicably.
"30,000 years ago, it was actually 30,000 years ago." Qin Feng was stunned. He thought he had a chance to catch up with the master, and found him to ask him everything, but he didn't think that it had been 30,000 years, and there was no trace of the master.
"This sword is called the Excalibur Sword, and it was once stained with divine blood. The man said that if you hold this sword and sacrifice it with blood, you will be able to unleash the power of the Excalibur. But remember, with this sword in your hand, crisis will come. , This sword alone cannot kill the gods, and when you have no absolute strength, you must not use it lightly in front of the gods." The white-haired old man said seriously.
Once stained with divine blood!
Qin Feng was moved, and his heart was even more puzzled.
Master, Master, what are you planning.
Since you can kill the gods, why do you want to watch the Qingtian Sect be destroyed, and see your disciples' whereabouts unknown, life and death unknown?
Do you have any last resort?
Will the revenge of the Qingtian Sect and their hopes be entrusted to me?
"There is one last word. That person asked me to tell you. He said: Since you have come here, you must have many doubts in your heart. You want answers. When you go to the God Realm with your sword, when the Qingtianzong stands on the peak of the ancient times , is the day you find the answer." The white-haired old man said solemnly.
He was also curious about what that peerless figure was planning.
It's a pity that he is just a small chess piece, he is not qualified to know, and it is impossible to know.
Guards borrowed 30,000 years of life, which has reached the limit.
His mission has been completed, and the road has come to an end.
Is it the peak of the ancient times!
Qin Feng's expression was solemn and firm like never before.
He is not afraid of hopelessness, he is afraid of hopelessness.
He wanted to see what the answer would be if he stood on the peak of the ancient times.
Taking a deep breath, Qin Feng calmed down.
Although the master gave him the direction, but right now is not the time to peep so far, the danger of the land boundary is still there, the key now is to break the danger of the land boundary.
"Sword to cut the gods, not to kill the gods, but to cut to the end of the world!"
Qin Feng looked solemn, and slowly stretched out his hand to hold the broken Zhan Shenjian. According to the white-haired old man, sacrifice with blood, and the thick blood invaded Zhan Shenjian along the palm of his hand.
"Buzz!"
For a moment, the Zhanshen Sword trembled, like a sleeping giant beast waking up, crazily eroding Qin Feng's blood. Incomparably, the rays of light are thousands of miles away, covering up the vast night, and even the moonlight is eclipsed by it.
At that moment, Zhan Shenjian was no longer scrap iron, and his whole body was crystal clear, like a peerless divine sword. The terrifying power of the sword soared into the sky.
Qin Feng has an intuition that the power of the sword is so strong that even the gods will be overshadowed by it, let alone all the forces in this world, I am afraid that under the power of the sword, they will be as fragile as ants.
Qin Feng rejoiced in his heart, with this sword in his hand, why should he be afraid of the boundary.
But soon, Qin Feng's expression changed drastically, and his face was pale.
Because the Zhanshen Sword in his hand was like a bottomless black hole, crazily devouring his blood essence, and in this moment, nearly half of his blood essence was lost. perish.
He hastily withdrew his blood intent, the broken sword trembled, and the rays of light from thousands of miles receded like tides, dissipating in an instant, and the Excalibur Sword returned to its original appearance, rusty and ordinary.
"Huh."
Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were full of shock and surprise.
"The Sword of Slaying God is definitely a sword of God. It is worthy of being a peerless sword that has been stained with blood of gods. Even if it is broken, it still has the power to slay gods. With this sword in hand, there is no need to worry about the danger of the world, just."
Qin Feng frowned slightly, "My blood will be limited, even if the blood sacrifice, I'm afraid it can only last for a moment, at most I can only cut three swords, and then the blood will be exhausted, and I will completely lose my combat power."
Qin Feng's current blood intent is at best comparable to the peak Xinghai of the second rank, and definitely not at the level of the third rank. It is already against the sky that such a blood intent can trigger the Excalibur Sword three times.
And it also includes the means of his master.
Otherwise, how terrifying the artifact is, it is difficult for some gods to control it, let alone him, if his master hadn't given him the sword, he might have sacrificed it completely during the blood sacrifice.
"But three swords are enough!"
Qin Feng's eyes were bright, and he raised his head to thank him, but found that the white-haired old man had disappeared at some point. His eyes flickered slightly, and he came down after a long time.
"Qin Feng."
Just as he was coming down, Yaoxian, Lin Qingyu, Jian Changge and others came from the sky, their faces were full of worry, obviously the sword power just now alarmed them.
Qin Feng didn't explain too much, he just said,
"After three months, Li Zong will reappear!" (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com).
Qin Feng didn't explain too much, he just said,
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