"How is that possible!"

Demon Emperor Tian was dumbfounded.

The sword in his hand is Jian Tongming's sword, the sword of a peak-level swordsman in the Mahayana stage!

It was obvious that the human-shaped statues in front of him did not have any aura fluctuations, and even the movements of swinging swords were as simple as a child swinging a stick.

Can......

Why can't he hide?

Lu Hen Ge had an expression that was as if he had expected it.

Sword Tomb!

What is a sword?!

The two items on the altar are only given to sword practitioners who are destined to receive them.

The purpose of this trial is not to prevent the destined person from obtaining the sword and martial arts, but to select the one with the highest talent in swordsmanship among the destined people.

Demon Emperor Tian wanted to force his way in, which went against the original intention of the sword tomb's owner.

Previous life.

Lu Hen Ge did the same.

I feel deeply!

but.

A scene that shocked Lu Hen Ge appeared.

A tremendous amount of demonic energy emerged from the body of Demon Emperor Tian, ​​and the demonic energy even broke his body. Relying on the powerful demonic energy, he actually walked forward a long distance.

"Something's not right."

"This person's figure is as strong as a pine tree, his aura is as strong as a sheath, and his right hand has calluses from sword practice. Judging from his appearance alone, he should be a true swordsman."

"But he never used sword power from beginning to end. Instead, he used demonic energy very skillfully."

Lu Hen Ge's eyes flickered slightly.

Suddenly.

He thought of something.

During the time when Lu Henge was lost in thought, Demon Emperor Tian relied on his own demonic energy to fight his way out. He did not understand the meaning of swordsmanship, nor did he understand the talent of swordsmanship. For the demons, the only way was to be reckless.

This is also consistent with the characteristic that demons generally have low IQs.

"Three incense sticks!"

Lu Hen Ge calculated silently.

It only took Demon Emperor Tian three incense sticks of time from the beginning of his charge to the time he exhausted himself to pass the level.

This is much better than the more than 20 years he spent in his previous life.

certainly.

The destroyed human-shaped statue naturally could not be so fragile and was being reshaped at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this.

Lu Hen Ge knew that his chance had come.

The figure flashes!

Before the statue was reshaped, Lu Hen Ge also arrived in front of the altar, only one step away from the ancient sword and martial arts.

Lu Henge glanced down at the exhausted Demon Emperor Tian. At this moment, the threat posed by Demon Emperor Tian had greatly diminished. Then, Lu Henge spoke softly, "You are not Jian Tongming. You are merely a puppet planted with demonic seeds by the demons."

The Demon Emperor was breathing heavily and frequently using this body to circulate demonic energy. At this moment, this body had reached its limit.

Besides.

He only released a wisp of his soul and was unable to exert his full strength.

"Boy, we are in the same group."

"Give me the sword on the altar. When you get out, you will surely be able to take the seat of one of the Three Thousand Dao Sect Saint Sons."

The Demon Emperor Tian didn't dare to move.

He was afraid that if he moved, his body would break into pieces.

Lu Hen Ge stretched out his right hand and firmly grasped the hilt of the ancient sword. The rusty iron sword made a sound, as if welcoming the arrival of an old friend.

Seeing this.

The Demon Emperor's eyes became more and more excited.

"Give it to me, boy, I..."

The words were not finished.

The rusty sword pierced through the shattered body.

Demon Emperor Tian's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked down at his chest in disbelief.

Lu Hen Ge's action was very sudden, without any sign. In the previous second, Demon Emperor Tian was still immersed in the joy of getting the Ancient Sword, and in the next second, he was stabbed with a big hole.

"You are not Jian Tongming."

"What a coincidence."

"I'm not Ye Feng either."

Sizzle!

Lu Hen Ge drew his sword.