It was almost dusk, and on the edge of the ancient road that had been covered with weeds, a half-decayed and half-green tree was surrounded by yellowed vines, and a group of black crows fell on the tree, drowsy.

It was not until the sound of footsteps came from the ancient road that had been forgotten for a long time that the crows suddenly woke up, croaking, extremely shrill, and a shadow struck under the setting sun.

Withered vines and old trees and crows, and thin horses in the ancient roads and west winds.

As the sun sets, an old man in a blue shirt slowly walked from the ancient road with a thin horse. The setting sun shone brightly behind him. The old man's steps are very slow, but he walks very steadily with every step, vicissitudes of life, falling, and behind him is a broken sword wrapped in cloth.

It seems strange that such an old man suddenly appeared in this wilderness. After all, the nearest town here is still half a month's trip, so no one should have appeared here.

There were several thatched huts in the valley, which seemed to be the crows, alarming the people in the thatched hut. Several people came out of the thatched hut, including men and women, who looked quite young, but their faces were engraved with wind and frost, which was quite vicissitudes.

"Where is someone coming here?"

A man in the thatched hut said, his eyes suddenly cold, "Don't act rashly, let me go and see the situation first."

As soon as the words came, the man lit up his feet, like a sword, and his aura soared into the sky. He fell from the barren mountain and stopped in front of the old man. His eyes were shocked and suspicious. He looked at the old man, feeling that this man had the intention of making him close to him.

After a while, the man nodded slowly, "Brother-in-law, I don't know where you are from and where you are going?"

"There will always be me, and the40s will be me."

The old man laughed, glanced at the man, and stopped.

"It turns out that the person who comes is not good. The person who is good doesn't come! Brother, don't talk nonsense to him, kill him before talking!"

With a cold snorkeling, another person fell from the barren mountain, raised his sword in his hand. He wanted to kill someone if he didn't agree.

The man waved his hand first, "No hurry. Ask clearly first."

After the man said that, he looked at the old man, "This place is my brothers who live in seclusion. If my father-in-law is fine, please leave, otherwise my brother will have a bad temper. I am afraid he will hurt my father-in-law."

"It's okay."

The old man smiled and slowly took the broken sword wrapped in cloth from behind, slowly opened the cloth strip to reveal the true appearance of the broken sword.

The man's eyes suddenly froze, and he was a little disbelief. He looked at the broken sword carefully and exclaimed, "Future Sword? How could it be in your hands!"

Hearing the man's exclamation, the others on the barren mountain fell down one after another, and seeing the broken sword, they all changed color.

"It's my brother's sword! Why, how did it appear in your hands?!"

"And, why is it the Broken Sword?!"

The few people were shocked and lost their voices. They looked at the broken sword, their faces changed, and they looked sad.

The old man sighed and reached out and slowly stroked the broken sword. The sound was very light, but it fell into the hearts of those people, like a lightning strike. "The sword is broken."

"Who are you? Why did this sword fall into your hands! This is my brother's sword, the sword is in the man. The sword is dead. At this moment, the sword is broken. Then my brother..."

The man was struck by lightning and his face changed drastically. He staggered back a few steps, unable to believe his guess.

"No. This sword must be fake. Brother is invincible in the world and no one can kill him."

A beautiful woman shook her head and spoke, unwilling to believe her eyes. When her eyes turned cold, a sword suddenly unsheathed. A sword light flashed and it had fallen on the old man's neck.

"Who is you? Where did this sword come from? Say, otherwise you will be killed!"

The sword light was like water, and it was cold in front of the neck, blowing hair and breaking hair. As long as it was one inch closer, it would be the end of the head falling to the ground. However, the old man remained calm and said lightly: "The sword was broken, and I was entrusted by someone. When I came here, I wanted to continue the broken sword."

As soon as these words came out, the few people suddenly changed color.

"How can I explain this?!"

The man asked quickly, "Ruonan, put down the sword first. My father-in-law, please give me advice. This sword is held by my brother, why did it fall into your hands?"

"Your brother is going to take an unprecedented road and be enemies of the heavens and all worlds. The sword has been broken and the road has been finished. If there is a day when the broken sword is recast, there may be a day when the palace of the Nine Heavens is cleared. But now, the sword is broken. I am here to continue the broken sword."

The old man spoke slowly and glanced at several people.

"Continue the broken sword?"

The few people were stunned and looked at the broken sword in the old man's hand, and were silent for a moment. The man who took the lead slowly said, "Brother-in-law, don't know what to call him?"

"Just call me the old man holding the sword. The broken sword has been delivered. Let's see if you want to continue the broken sword."

The old man who called himself the old man holding the sword sighed and looked at the few people.

"Can I see this sword?"

The man did not respond at first, but just looked at the sword in the hand of the old man holding the sword.

The old man holding the sword didn't say anything, but handed the broken sword to the man. The man took the sword and stroked it gently. He immediately realized that his voice was dry and dry, "Yes, it's my brother's sword. My brother, don't know what's going on now?"

The old man holding the sword was silent for a moment, "It's not a big deal. After a while, he will get out of trouble. However, if he cannot continue the broken sword, he will be just a chess piece after all. Even if he covers the heavens, destroys the world, and kills the gods, he will only make wedding dresses for others."

The few people were silent and passed the broken sword. The two women's eyes turned red in an instant and burst into tears. The man took a long breath and bowed to the old man holding the sword, "Tell me. Brother, what do you want me to do?"

"Recast this sword."

The old man holding the sword slowly said a sentence, then sighed a long time ago, "Recast this sword with his body, and recast this sword with the body of the sword spirit you wait for. Only in this way can this sword be achieved."

The few people stopped talking, just stared at the broken sword in a daze. After a long time, the man nodded slowly, "Since it's my intention, that's good. With my body, recast this sword."

"I just ask one question, if the sword can be successful, my brother may sweep the sky and change his fate against the heavens?!"

This sentence was spoken from the man, making a loud noise, and he was powerful without anger, as if he wanted to ask clearly.

The old man holding the sword nodded, "The day when the broken sword is recast is the time for everything to be determined. Even if the gods come, the gods are unpredictable, and the sword in hand is in his hand, he must sweep everything and break his destiny!"

"Okay. Then I won't say much. I'm greedy for the achievements of heaven in this life and have survived to this day. I have no other choice but to help my brother grow up and achieve success. Isn't that a pleasure!"

The man laughed loudly, grabbed the broken sword with one hand, and looked at the people behind him, "What do you think?"

"We are a family. At this moment, my brother is in trouble, so how can I not help?"

The few people laughed, but there was no hesitation at all.

The old man holding the sword sighed a long time, his eyes became solemn, he looked at the people, bowed slightly, "Thank you for sacrificing yourself to become a sword. When the world reopens, there will be a goodbye."

The few people nodded and looked at the broken sword. The aura on the broken sword was so friendly that they had no doubts. They were sure that this was the shocking sword created by their brother that day.

But unexpectedly, with his brother's strength, he would eventually end up breaking the sword. When he thought of this, the few people felt a little sad and asked the old man holding the sword to go up the mountain. They still had some questions about recasting this sword, and they had to know from the old man holding the sword.

"This old man in charge of the family has unknown origin. Although he has a broken sword from his elder brother, he should not believe it easily. After all, life and death are small, and it is a big deal to ruin his elder brother. I have to investigate."

After the old man holding the sword went up the mountain, several people gathered together and discussed carefully.

"There is no mistake. Although he is not a brother, he is in blood and can't pretend to be the other people. But for what you say, just in case, you still have to inquire about your current situation."

After discussing carefully, the two left together and went to the outside world to inquire about the truth and reality. The remaining few people paid attention to the old man holding the sword day and night, observed carefully, and confirmed repeatedly.

When the two people who went out to inquire returned, it was already half a month later. When the few of them got together again, their eyes were red.

"I have already found out that my brother became a demon with one thought and became an enemy of the heavens and all worlds. He is now suppressed in the Eye of the North Sea."

"Since I have found out about my brother's whereabouts, I might as well rescue him first."

Someone suggested.

"No need. This is my brother's arrangement."

Someone suddenly spoke, "I have confirmed it. Although the old man holding the sword is not his brother, he is transformed by a drop of essence and blood. Since he came to look for us, he wanted to make this matter secret and unknown. After all, what the brother has to face is not only the heavens, all realms and gods, but also the three great gods."

The few people were stunned and then nodded silently.

"Since you have confirmed Shui Rou, you will have no doubts. Just do it according to your brother's wishes. Don't ruin your brother's major affairs."

At first, the man decided. Now, the identities of the few people have gradually become clear, and they were the Seven Swords that were sheltered by Lin Huang that day.

Several people nodded and found the old man holding the sword. The old man holding the sword sighed, "Don't worry, continue the broken sword. When the old mountains and rivers are cleaned up, there is still a day to see each other when the world reopens."

"The seven swords are integrated, and my brother is destined to do so, how dare I not start? I just hope that the broken sword will be recast and can help my brother overcome everything." With a loud voice, the Tianjianhou stepped out, held up the broken sword, turned around and looked at Shui Rou and others, "Open the furnace, make fire, and make a sword!"

On the barren mountain, the hidden place instantly rose the sword furnace, lit the flames, and the seven swords gathered together and stood side by side. They slowly put the broken sword into the sword furnace with great care. When the broken sword slowly changed color in the flames, the Heavenly Sword Marquis laughed loudly, took one step, drew the sword and rose up, the sword was bleeding, and the blood fell into the sword furnace.
Chapter completed!