Chapter 1589 Cui Haoyu takes action!
Facing the three emperor-level masters, Emperor Shuiyuntian smiled faintly.
"The Water Book is indeed a good thing. If you want it, come and get it yourself."
As soon as he finished speaking, a huge wave appeared behind Emperor Shuiyun.
Looking at the overwhelming pressure from Emperor Shuiyuntian, the three emperor-level masters said indifferently.
"He is indeed a rare talent who can have such momentum, but it's a pity that he is still stubborn and unyielding!"
As soon as the voice fell, the three of them soared into the air and faced Emperor Shuiyun.
......
Somewhere in the Northern Underworld.
Cui Haoyu stood there holding a sword box, and not far away, there was a thin old man.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
"My fellow Daoist, my body is decaying and I urgently need the elixir in front of me to prolong my life."
"I wonder if you could give me some convenience?"
Looking at the old man in front of him, then turning his head to look at the city behind him, Cui Haoyu replied indifferently.
"roll!"
Faced with Cui Haoyu's arrogance, the old man was not angry, but just spoke calmly.
"Fellow Daoist, you and I practice cultivation in pursuit of the path to immortality."
"In this case, why should we embarrass each other?"
"How about this? I'll give you a secret technique in exchange. What do you think?"
"I don't care, you can go away now!"
Cui Haoyu's answer was still as cold and merciless as before.
Seeing this, the old man sighed helplessly.
"clang!"
The thin old man easily held a long sword between two fingers.
The sword energy that was powerful enough to cut through mountains and rivers could not even hurt those two fragile fingers.
The old man raised his head slightly and looked at Cui Haoyu with cold eyes.
"Four hundred thousand years ago, people like you didn't even have the qualifications to talk to me."
"Ignorant of current affairs!"
"Crack!"
"brush!"
With a slight turn of his fingers, the three-inch sword tip broke with a sound. He easily clamped the broken sword tip and swung it casually.
A powerful sword energy directly chopped Cui Haoyu away.
After dealing with Cui Haoyu, the old man continued to walk towards the city in the distance.
As for Chen Xiao standing beside him, the frail old man wasn't even interested in taking another look at her.
"You can't go through there!"
Before the old man walked away, Cui Haoyu staggered to his feet.
Looking at the seriously injured Cui Haoyu, the old man said calmly: "You can be proud of yourself for being able to take my sword and survive."
"Practicing is not easy, you should go back."
"Snapped!"
The sword box behind him fell heavily to the ground. Cui Haoyu said with a firm look: "You only defeated me by one move. I haven't lost yet."
"If you want to get through, you have to get past me first."
"Qiang!"
A light sword flew out of the sword case.
With the magic weapon in hand, Cui Haoyu once again took the sword and attacked the old man. As Cui Haoyu swung the sword, the sound of dragon roars continued.
"Clang clang clang!"
The old man was covered by the impenetrable sword moves, and he only used the half tip of the sword to block all of Cui Haoyu's attacks.
"puff!"
His right hand was cut off and Cui Haoyu flew out again.
The powerful sword intent hindered the rebirth of Cui Haoyu's body.
"I've heard that the Sword Saint has nine famous swords in his sword box."
"With nine swords, no one in the world can stop them."
"But now it seems that rumors are just rumors after all. The Sword Saint is not as strong as I thought."
After making a brief comment, the old man raised his hand and grabbed the "Dragon Roar" that fell to the ground.
However, just as he was about to touch the sword, a voice rang out.
"If you dare to touch that sword, I will kill you."
Looking up, I saw two women appear in the distance.
One of the women slowly walked forward and picked up the Dragon Roar Sword that had fallen to the ground.
The woman casually threw the severed hand to Cui Haoyu and gently wiped the blood off the sword.
"The title of Sword Saint is not something an old bastard like you can casually judge."
"If he were still here, a piece of shit like you wouldn't be able to take even one strike from him."
Looking at the woman in front of him, the old man had to take her seriously.
Because the person who came was the God of Wealth in Heaven and Ma Ling'er, one of the Sword Saint's companions.
"What I just said was a slip of the tongue. I take it back now."
"So the Heavenly Court is going to intervene in this matter?"
In response to the old man's words, Ma Ling'er gently put the Dragon Roar Sword back into the sword case.
"Since the master gave you the sword box, it means that he thinks you are qualified to inherit it."
"Each sword here has its own unique secret."
"If you want to master them, you need to understand the swordsmanship of these famous swords."
"If you just use the original swordsmanship, then they will be nothing more than longer pieces of iron in your hands."
"I'm not very familiar with the eight famous swords here, so I can only teach you one of them."
"How much you can understand depends on your own ability."
After saying that, Ma Linger waved her right hand, and a shorter flying sword fell into her hand.
"Wow!"
The dagger disintegrated and turned into fragments all over the sky.
"Whoo~"
Tens of thousands of fragments flew straight towards the old man. Faced with such a powerful attack, the old man did not dare to relax and immediately spoke the truth.
"town!"
The laws of the imperial realm fell on every piece of debris, directly suppressing Ma Linger's sword intent.
"Gather!"
However, before the fragments fell, Ma Linger opened her lips slightly, and the fragments in the sky condensed into two long swords, cutting off the laws of the imperial realm.
"boom!"
The long sword pierced the old man's chest and forehead firmly, but this sharp sword move did not break his skin.
The old man's face instantly turned gloomy after being taken advantage of by a junior.
"Wow!"
The Qiqiao Sword returned again, and Ma Ling'er put it into the sword box and said.
"I'm not good at swordsmanship, so I can't break his body."
"Whether you live or die depends on your fate."
After saying that, Ma Ling'er looked at the old man and said, "Due to the rules, I can't attack you now."
"After this, I will kill you!"
After she finished speaking, Ma Ling'er took Sima Lan away.
After the two men left, Cui Haoyu, who had reattached his severed hand, climbed up.
"I admit that you are very strong. It is worth my trip to have an opponent like you!"
"Insanity!"
"Do you think you can rest easy knowing that the God of Wealth is protecting you?"
"In my eyes, there is no difference between you and her. You are both nothing but ants."
"You are still alive now only because I was too lazy to kill you."
After being provoked again and again, the old man's anger was gradually ignited.
Looking at the old man in front of him, Cui Haoyu, who was covered in blood, smiled.
"You are right, but I will definitely win this battle."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cui Haoyu took out a fragrant pill and swallowed it.
As the pill entered his stomach, Cui Haoyu's injuries healed instantly.
Even the sword intent left in his body by the old man was completely dispelled.
Old man: “…”
How could I forget that this guy is from Dan Jiyuan.
As the eldest son of a big family, he probably has a lot of medicinal pills on him. Over time, I may not be able to outlast him.
But it's a bit embarrassing to just leave like this!
