Three-pointed two-edged knife...

Austr Yang stopped and looked at him, his eyes slightly condensed.

But he saw that he was handsome, majestic, slender and powerful, and his eyes were both spiritual and subtle.

The men and women he has seen in his life may be comparable to those of his younger brother in terms of their physical appearance.

But compared to his younger brother's immatureness, this person still beats him, just like the divine sharp edge that returns to the sheath after being tempered for thousands of times. He has no sharp edge but is discouraged.

Rush ~

Inside the temple gate, the young man in white robe was filled with sharpening his knife wholeheartedly, without any breath leaking out, and it seemed like he didn't know someone came from outside.

‘Before the God of Justice is enlightened…’

Yang Yu's eyes were faint.

Just looking away, he felt a little cold all over his body, as if there was an invisible sharp aura reaching his soul.

The body of the white-robed young man Shang Jiuyao in front of him brought him terrifying oppression that was no less than that of the Lion God King!

Huh ~

Inside the temple gate, the boy in white was sharpening his knife quietly, forgetting himself. Outside the temple gate, Yang Yu stood with a knife and focused his mind to observe.

At first, he only saw this gentle sharpener, but as time went by, his spirit gathered, he gradually saw something unusual.

This is by no means sharpening a knife in ordinary sense, but an extremely clever way to raise a knife and make a knife.

Every time the boy wiped the blade, the three-pointed and two-edged knife made a slight and pleasant trembling sound.

Under the blade that was as smooth as a mirror, the complex divine patterns intertwine and flow, constantly derive new patterns and replace old patterns.

"Zheng!"

At a certain moment, there seemed to be a knife trembling slightly. Yang Yu instantly withdrew from that mysterious state. Inside the temple gate, the young man in white robe raised his eyebrows:

"I've seen it for seventeen days, what did I see?"

“Transformation.”

Yang Yu calmed down and was quite amazed:

"Sharpening a knife, raising a knife, and refining a knife. In the long run, the knife can transform, and even be spiritual."

Magic weapons and magic weapons are not enough to be refined, they require extremely long warmth and sacrifice, so that they can exert their due power and grow.

But the knives' sharpening skills of this white-robed boy were obviously extraordinary.

"Every day is new, every month is new. Today is better than yesterday, tomorrow is better than today. The sword is like a man, if you don't advance, you will retreat."

The young man in white robe sat cross-legged with his knife in front of his knees:

"In the past sixty years, you have entered and left here 673 times, and you have made any progress,

Although I have a bad leverage, I am qualified to pass on my sword..."

Zheng~!

As the boy in white robe spoke, he pointed at the knife, and then the knife sounded like a sword soared into the sky, filling the void, occupying everything:

"I have ten swords here, you can take as much as you can..."

boom!

The moment he saw this sword shadow, there was no longer anything other than the sword light in Yang Yu's perception.

This knife seemed to come from the end of the cold and quiet world, rumbling like thunder, cutting through the darkness of the tranquility and exploding the haze of chaos.

This is……

"Dao Yi, Jiu Lei Jue Dao!"

In a trance, Yang Yu felt that the sword light was like thunder, just like the Nine Heavens Thunder God who had been blowing down the Creation Divine Thunder in the past few years.

But in less than a ten thousandth of a moment, Yang Yu had already come to his senses, but he did not advance or retreat, and even held down the violent and violent double-edged sword.

What he came here was to inherit the three-pointed two-edged sword, not to challenge anyone.

More importantly, there is no murderous intention in this sword light, it is just a teaching sword...

Therefore, even though the sword light fell like thunder, he still stood still, allowing the sword light to come with severe pain.

puff!

The next moment, the knife light disappeared.

"What a Nine Thunder Sword!"

Yang Yu gently pressed his eyebrows and exclaimed, then his body and clothes were wiped out, and they were blown away by the wind like ashes.

"What a magical power!"

The Taoist in white also praised and pointed at the sword body. The blood light of the sky rolled up and slashed a certain void:

"Blade II, the Blood-Changing Divine Sword!"

...

boom!

The roar shook the sky, and the dazzling sword light even passed from outside the temple to the entire illusion.

The old ape in the deep valley of Taoshan scratched the corners of his eyes, and the Taoist Yang in the small town raised the prime minister to look at each other, and saw the rolling sword lights like a waterfall, splitting the illusion.

A giant white-toothed elephant stomped her feet and hissed, but was still cut open with a knife and turned into powder and left.

"puff!"

The void shook, and Yang Yu staggered out, and the severe pain filled his mind, but his eyes were still brighter:

"The eighth knife!"

After a staggering moment, Yang Yu fell and sat down, suppressing his sword and his desire to fight back with his strong will.

"You have already obtained the wonderfulness of the eight or nine mysterious skills, good, good, good!"

Inside the temple gate, the young man in white robe finally stood up. This time, he did not shoot the knife again.

Instead, he lifted the three-pointed two-edged knife:

"Dao Jiu, three-pointed two-edged knife!"

Buzz!

Without thinking, Yang Yu had already triggered various changes in the eight or nine mysterious skills with his ever-changing body.

hold head high!

In an instant, the Buddha's light rose into the sky like a tide.

With the dazzling lightning lingering, a giant elephant rushed from nothingness, and a Buddha with great sacred majesty fell on the back of the giant elephant and sat down, holding a seal in his hand.

At this moment, Yang Yu no longer reserved.

The boy's killing method in front of him was so powerful that he could see. So far, the only one he saw was comparable to that devil boy.

Even if it was Jiu Yao's body, even if it was a teaching knife, it forced out all his methods.

Including the transformation of the Great Sun Tathagata who was somewhat taboo after his first experiment...

laugh!

The sword light slashed down, and the illusion was destroyed.

In the misty light like smoke, the young man in white robe stood with a knife and disappeared after a long time.

"puff!"

In the room, Yang Yu opened his mouth and spit out a large mouthful of blood. The blood fell to the ground and instantly turned into countless light spots scattered in the void.

At this moment, he stopped his thoughts of dispersing his clones, and did not care about the pain of his soul being split. He focused his mind again and digested the nine swords he suffered.

After a long time, I let out a breath of turbid air, my chest undulation slowed down, and my mood calmed down.

"This knife..."

Yang Yu subconsciously pressed his eyebrows, his expression of exhaustion, and he could not hide his amazement.

Compared with the sword in Zhou Jueyin Tiangong, this sword seems very immature, and the various magical powers inside it have not yet been integrated into one.

But with one knife, his eight or nine mysterious skills were cut down, and his ever-changing body would be destroyed.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In other words, if he really endured this sword, even if he transformed into a hundred thousand, he would probably be killed by one sword!

"I am worthy of being the number one war god in the ancient heaven, the number one in Jiuji..."

Yang Yu pressed his eyebrows, his eyes closed tightly, as if he opened his eyes, and the terrifying sword light was about to come again:

"He's too strong..."

While breathtakingly, Yang Yu couldn't help but wonder.

The young man in the white robe in the illusion was not even the eight poles, and he was far from the first Nine Poles War God who shook the world and the world later.
To be continued...