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Chapter 74 Ancestor, save me!

A knife in the mountains and seas is like an abyss like a prison.

This knife demonstrated the ultimate power in the world.

Like a mountain pushing everything across, with the endless stamina of the waves.

This knife is ten times, a hundred times stronger than the power of the peak of the real gang realm...

The Patriarch of Tibetan Knife, who has achieved Yuanshen for a hundred years and survived the second catastrophe of Yuanshen, couldn't resist such a terrifying knife in his heart.

He watched helplessly as the ordinary steel knife fell on his head.

There is only infinite fear left in my heart.

However, at this critical moment.

The momentum of the long knife suddenly stopped, and it stopped above the forehead of the Tibetan knife ancestor.

A gust of wind blew by, and a drop of cold sweat slowly fell from his forehead.

"Why bother... Yang came here just to borrow a precious sword from Guizhuang."

A soft sigh.

It awakened the heroes of the Northland who were stunned, and also awakened the ancestor of the Tibetan knife who thought he was bound to die.

He stared blankly at Yang Gang's face.

Difficult to say: "You, are you really a sword demon?"

"Great Snow Mountain, Yang Ling. It's also what you call the sword demon." Yang Gang nodded slightly.

"But, didn't you die 30 years ago?" Looking at the ordinary long knife above his head that looked like a mountain, the eyes of the Tibetan knife ancestor were full of disbelief.

"Who said I'm dead, Song Youque?" Yang Gang had a smile on his face.

"Uh……"

The ancestor of the Tibetan knife couldn't help but hesitate.

It is said in the world that in the shocking battle 30 years ago, the sword demon burned out its soul, and it is impossible to survive.If he didn't show up for 30 years later, he must have died somewhere.

But... the Supreme Heavenly Knife of the Northland, it seems that he has never said such a thing?
Looking at his expression, Yang Gang couldn't help but shook his head and said again: "Mr. Yang is here, and he doesn't want to commit more crimes. He just wants to borrow Guizhuang's precious sword and use it to fight the Heavenly Sword again."

"I don't know your owner, but would you like to borrow a knife?"

"F-fight the Heavenly Sword again?"

With a sound of falling, the ancestor of the Tibetan knife couldn't help being shocked.The heroes and swordsmen of the Northland who looked around dumbfounded were even more shocked.

These words are too shocking!

They were at a loss, what is the identity of this 'sword demon'?Even if he had subdued the Patriarch of the Tibetan Sword just now, it would be too unbelievable for him to threaten to challenge the Heavenly Sword.

But what made them even more incredible was that the Patriarch Tibetan Knife, who seemed to know the inside story, didn't have any doubts on his face.

With a dull expression on his face, he said, "Just borrowing a knife?"

"Just borrow a knife."

Yang Gang nodded affirmatively.

"Huh~~~" The Patriarch Tibetan Knife breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he smiled wryly and said: "Your Excellency wanted to borrow a knife, I said it earlier, why bother to scare the old man this time?"

There was a smile on the corner of Yang Gang's mouth.

I saw the ancestor of the Tibetan knife took a step back carefully, avoiding the sharp edge of the long knife, and then said boldly: "The sword demon wants to borrow a knife, it is my honor at the ice knife villa! Don't say it is a loan, as long as you ask, all the people in the village All weapons are offered with both hands."

The ancestor of the Tibetan knife, who has lived for more than 100 years, has grown old and mature, and his words are very beautiful, and he wants to expose the grudge that just happened.

This sword demon has been hidden from the world for 30 years, and once he is born, he will fight against the heavenly sword again.

He wanted to borrow a knife, who would dare not give it?
"It's just that I don't know what kind of knife you want to borrow? I have countless knives in the Ice Knife Villa. As long as I have one, I will offer it with both hands."

"Oh~~ That must be there."

Yang Gang looked at him meaningfully, and said with a smile, "The knife I want to borrow is called..."

"Blood Drinking Demon Knife."

"what?"

The pupils of the ancestor of the Tibetan knife trembled suddenly, and a turbulent wave was set off in his heart.

"I don't know the owner of Nanfeng Village, but would you like to borrow the precious sword?" Yang Gang asked with a smile.

The Patriarch Tibetan Knife came back to his senses, and said with a blank face: "I've never heard of the Blood Drinking Demon Knife before? Where did Master Knife Demon hear the news from? Is it... a mistake?"

"Haven't you heard of it?"

The smile on Yang Gang's face gradually faded.

"I don't have the patience to say the same thing a second time."

A cold murderous intent enveloped the entire Bingknife Villa in an instant.

Everyone felt like falling into an ice cave, in a snowy mountain with biting cold wind.The ordinary long knife in Yang Gang's hand seemed to turn into a shocking light at any moment.

fall on their heads.

The ancestor of the Tibetan knife darkened, is it inevitable after all?

He said bitterly:
"How do you know the existence of the magic knife?"

"Don't talk nonsense. To borrow, or not to borrow."

A terrifying murderous intent surged towards him.

"Borrow! I borrow!"

The Patriarch Tibetan Knife woke up instantly and hurriedly responded.An old face suddenly became very ugly, as if mourning a concubine.An ancestral treasure that has been hidden for hundreds of years is going to be "borrowed" by someone like this. Can he look good?
Who knows if the other party will pay back this loan?
This is the sword demon!

"Let's go."

Yang Gang said calmly.

"Yes, all of you, please follow me." The Patriarch Zangdao sighed and turned to look at the worried descendants around him.

"You guys, don't follow."

"Sigh...the secrets kept by Bingdao Mountain Villa for hundreds of years can't be kept today after all."

He kept shaking his head and sighing, with a dejected face, and took the lead to walk up the cliff behind the manor.

Waiting for a few people to disappear in the square of the villa.

The surrounding crowd seemed to wake up from a dream, and they were horrified, discussing: "Who is this sword demon? He is so powerful..."

"It's a good thing we didn't do anything, tsk tsk, Master Yuanshen, if you don't even have the ability to make a move..."

"Brother Chen, why are you in a daze?"

"I, I seem to remember... who is he!"

"Who?"

"I don't know if you have heard that three or 30 years ago, in Sifang City, there were two sword masters..."

The noise in my ears gradually disappeared.

The ancestor of Tibetan knife walked in front of him, silent.

The three of Yang Gang followed quietly behind.

The secluded mountain road is full of thorns, as if leading to a road of no return.

Yang Wuhui whispered uneasily: "Master, this ancestor of Tibetan swords, wouldn't be hiding some ambushes, ambushing us?"

"...he dare not."

Zhao Ling looked at Yang Gang's back and said calmly.

"Also, he is the master of Yuanshen. He can hear what you say."

"Oh."

Yang Wuhui was agitated, and immediately tensed his face, following behind Yang Gang as if he had nothing to do.

After a while.

Everyone came to a hidden cave.

One after another black shadows appeared around silently, watching them coldly.

These people have old faces, and each of them has the strength of the real world.It's just that he's getting old, and his qi and blood are very weak.

"Go on, it's okay."

The Patriarch Tibetan Knife shook his head, and slammed his palm on the stone wall beside the cave.

'kakaka'

The stone wall shook, and the stone door in front of the cave opened automatically.

Four people filed in, and the stone gate was closed again.

The dark corridor.

A faint light shone on Yang Gang and the ancestor of the Tibetan knife, illuminating the road ahead.

Sensing the strange stellar energy on Yang Gang's body, Patriarch Zangdao couldn't help but change his face again, flashing a hint of worry.

"The blood-drinking magic knife has been sealed at the bottom of this cave since the ancestor of the ice demon returned 700 years ago. No one can pick it up except for the ancestor... and the magic knife is born with a spirit and is very bloodthirsty. It's going to be frantic after a while."

The voice of the ancestor of Tibetan knife sounded in the empty passage.

He sighed and said:
"Hundreds of years later, I, Ice Demon Villa, shouldered the heavy responsibility of suppressing the magic knife, and changed the name to Ice Knife Villa. Every three years, I held a knife tasting meeting, nourishing the magic knife with the blood of heroes, and calming down the murderous intent on it... "

"It's just that year after year, the magic knife has become more and more evil. It seems to be able to grow on its own, and it needs more and more human blood..."

"If it weren't for the profound foundation of my Bingdao Mountain Villa, where every generation has a primordial spirit, I'm afraid... I would have been unable to subdue that terrifying magic knife."

"If your Excellency takes away the magic knife, it may be a blessing for me at the Bingdao Mountain Villa. But for all beings in the north..." The Tibetan knife old devil stopped and looked at Yang Gang solemnly.

As if asking: Do you really want to do this?

Regardless of the safety of all living beings in the north.

"Don't worry, it's just a loan, and it will be returned when it's used up." Yang Gang looked at the Tibetan knife ancestor with a half-smile.

Bingdao Villa, shouldering the important task of guarding the magic knife?
It sounds high-sounding, but in fact it lures heroes from all sides with benefits, and secretly feeds the magic knife with their hard work...

"Ah~~"

The Patriarch Tibetan Knife sighed, a gloomy light flashed in his eyes.

suddenly.

There was a sound of water flowing ahead, as if boiling hot water made a 'gurgling' sound.

The line of sight suddenly widened.

In the dark cave, the stone walls are covered with dark blood red.

There is a pool of blood in the cave, and the dark brown blood is tumbling and surging crazily.In the center of the blood pool, a blood-red magic knife was sticking out conspicuously, exuding a cold, bloodthirsty and terrifying murderous intent.

"There is someone!" Yang Wuhui exclaimed.

On a platform beside the blood pool, there was a figure with white beard and hair sitting cross-legged in a black robe.His figure is thin, his face is very old, and his skin is all folded together.

As if...has lived hundreds, thousands of years.

The moment when everyone stepped into the cave.

The old man suddenly opened his eyes.

A pair of blood-red eyes are like monsters, suddenly bursting out with shocking murderous intent.

"Ancestor, save me!"

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