Vol 11 Chapter 928: Millennium layout
"Tianjian ancestors!" Know that the figure above the sky is the ancestor of Tianjian, Nie Tian could not help but slightly condense.
The Tianzu ancestor is almost a godly presence in Tianjiange. No wonder the people of Tianjiange show such worship.
"Old ancestors!" Le Lingyun saw the appearance of the Tianjian ancestors, as if catching the life-saving straw, screaming, almost crying.
Above the void, Tianjian’s ancestors flashed, and the speed was so fast that there was a trace of swordsmanship above the sky.
His figure appeared directly in front of Nie Tian, less than a hundred meters away from the latter.
Nie Tian looked at the person in front of him, his eyes could not help but condense.
The strength of Tianjian’s ancestors has reached the level of heaven and earth. It seems that one step can break through to the heaven and man.
In the world of Sumi, because of the existence of the ban, the heaven and man are the peak of the strength of the military!
Tianjian ancestors can achieve such strength, which is enough to prove that their martial arts talent is the top enchanting level.
However, these are not the concerns of Nie Tian. What really surprised him is that the age of Tianjian’s ancestors seems to be thousands of years old!
Thousands of years old, this is simply an age that cannot appear on humans.
Human warriors are limited by their own martial arts. Even if they reach the strength of the Emperor, they are only a thousand years old.
The strength of Tianjian’s ancestors is only eight-day-old. The limit of life expectancy is around 900 years old. How can it live to thousands of years?
What is even more bizarre is that Nie Tian feels that the martial arts of the Tianjian ancestors is very strong, bloody, and there is no sign of aging, it seems to be in the prime of life.
This discovery made Nie Tian amazed and his expressions tangled.
"Is you through the road of Feng Jian?" Tianjian's old ancestors sounded like Hong Zhong, and did not pay attention to Nie Tian's surprise, asked directly.
"Yeah." Nie Tian couldn't see the other's anger and nodded gently.
"Ha ha ha ha!" Turbulently, the Tianjian ancestors suddenly laughed wildly, ecstatic, ecstatic.
Everyone saw the appearance of the Tianjian ancestors, suddenly stunned, Zhang Da mouth could not speak.
Is this still the majestic and solemn ancestor?
Old ancestors will not be crazy?
Everyone has the same question in mind, and looks at the patriarch of Tianjian with a puzzled look.
Nie Tian is also a black line, slightly speechless.
How do Tianjian ancestors say that they are also old monsters that have lived for thousands of years. Is it so exciting and exciting?
"Bad boy, don't laugh!" At this time, a strange voice suddenly sounded.
This voice is exactly the sword, but only Nie Tian and Tian Jian's ancestors heard it.
"Master, really is the master!" But the next moment, Tianjian's ancestors are more mad, directly picking up, like a child, also called jumping.
"Master?" Hearing the voice of the ancestors of Tianjian, everyone once again saw a collective petrification.
Jin Dabao slammed a slam, and then screamed, saying: "Tianjian ancestors are the disciples of the boss?"
"Hm?" Nie Tian is also a glimpse. He does have many disciples, but he does not know the ancestors of Tianjian, and this guy has lived for thousands of years and is much older than him.
"He is my disciple." Immediately, the old voice of the sword rang again, and smiled and said: "This kid is all right, it is mad when excited, you just have to adapt."
"Your disciple?" Nie Tian held it again, and his face was incredible.
The sword is just the spirit of the ink jade dragon sword, and it is still a avatar. How can there be a disciple? And the identity of this disciple is still too high, Tianjiange's Tianjian ancestors!
Nie Tian’s head screamed and was about to turn.
Others are demented and petrified. They all think that the master of the sword ancestors is Nie Tian, the kind of shock, no more.
Le Lingyun reacted a little and squinted desperately, completely unable to believe this scene.
He even felt that he must be dreaming, but this dream is a bit too real.
"Master, you are really resurrected!" Tianjian ancestors did not pay attention to the eyes of other people, looked at Nie Tian with a look of surprise, excited.
"Don't be excited, wait for a suitable person for thousands of years, don't scare people." Swordsman said with no anger, obviously the right person he said is Nie Tian.
Nie Tian’s stiff expression had a slight change, and he swallowed a bit of saliva, but there was still some reaction.
"This son, how to call it?" Tianjian ancestors finally returned to normal, it seems that this time only realized that the occasion is wrong, convergence mood, asked with a smile.
"His name is Nie Tian, and later is your boss." Nie Tian still did not speak, the sword said directly.
"Yes!" Tianjian's ancestors focused on the head. When they saw Nie Tian's face confused, they said: "Nie Lao Da, Tian Jiange was built by me. I originally wanted to find a suitable sword for the teacher. For thousands of years, you are the first person to break the illusion of illusion. If it weren't for you, the soul of the master is still trapped in the illusion."
"Create Tianjian Pavilion, look for the swordsman, blur the illusion, trapped in the illusion." Nie Tianyi demented, the mind of the Tianjian ancestors in the mind, gradually understand the whole process.
The old ancestor of Tianjian is the disciple of the old sword. The old sword is trapped in the illusion of illusion, which is the illusion in the road of Fengjian.
The Tianjian ancestor created the Tianjian Pavilion, which attracted the martial arts genius to challenge the road of the sword. As long as the illusion of the illusion was broken, the soul of the old sword could come out.
For thousands of years, Nie Tian was the first sword to break the illusion of the illusion, releasing the soul of the old sword, so the old man recognized him.
"I rely on! This master and the two put a big trap, let all the swordsman drill inside!" Want to understand everything, Nie Tian heart angered.
Jian Lao and Tian Jian's ancestors were tempted to set a big trap, waiting for those self-satisfied swordsmen to enter.
No wonder the road to the sword is opened to all the swordsmen. It turns out that it is not well-intentioned.
Fortunately, Nie Tian appeared, otherwise the road of Feng Jian did not know how many swordsmen to seal off.
"Nie Tian, our masters and apprentices are also forced to do so, but fortunately you have appeared, and do not blame my good apprentice for thousands of years." Jian Lao knows that Nie Tian has already understood everything, smiled and slightly concealed.
Nie Tian smiled and couldn't say anything.
Those swordsmen who entered the road of the sword are also trying to benefit from it.
This is where the bait is placed. If the fish is not greedy, how can it be fooled?
However, there is still a question in Nie Tian’s heart, that is why the Tianjian ancestors can live for so long, which is totally inconsistent with the martial arts.
"Nie Boda, I am not a complete human." Tianjian's ancestors are very clever. Seeing what Nie Tian thought, but it is a bit embarrassing, said: "I am a mixed-race."
"Hybrid?" Nie Tian looked at the ancestors of Tianjian and slammed the ground.
"Yeah." Tianjian ancestors focused on the key and said: "My father is human, my mother is a Smurf."
"呃·······" Nie Tian looked black face and was completely stunned.
