A vigorous figure walked out with hands behind his back, his head full of silver hair flying, his eyes sparkling, and the light of swords flashing in his pupils, as if there were countless swords striking each other, the sound was extremely mammoth.

Behind him, there were still sword auras condensing, making fierce sword whistling sounds, as terrifying as a storm.

"The fifth level of the mysteries of life and death?"

"How is it possible? Taoist Kurong is dead, and apart from you, no one else has such a level of cultivation?"

"Who are you anyway?"

When Old Ghost Zhan saw him, he was immediately frightened and looked a little frightened.

"Little guy, Ancestor Lu Jie, but even if you know it, I'm afraid you don't know my name, Ancestor." Ancestor Lu Jie laughed and said with endless arrogance in his tone.

of tyranny.

"Lu Jie? Humph, I've never heard of this name before. It seems like you are a casual cultivator." Old Ghost Zhan snorted coldly.

"Little bastard, even your ancestors would not dare to speak like this when they saw me. You still dare to be so arrogant. You really don't know how to live or die." Lu Jie shouted sharply and rushed forward.

But when he clasped his hands together, the sword energy behind him merged one after another and turned into a giant sword.

Then, Lu Jie was seen holding the giant sword in his hand, roaring loudly, and slashed at Old Ghost Zhan's head.

"Ten heavy swordsmen? No, this is the eleventh swordsmanship!"

Old Ghost Zhan immediately changed his expression and retreated hastily.

While retreating, he used the Zhan Clan's supreme Kung Fu, the Zhan Tian Divine Kung Fu.

The rumbling sound immediately spread out, the fighting energy was like a river, and the war patterns were intertwined like iron chains, forming a powerful battle force.

And in the sky above Old Ghost Zhan's head, an illusory figure condensed, exuding immeasurable fighting power, as if the ancient god of war had descended into the world and charged towards the giant sword.

But he didn't expect that as soon as the giant sword fell, it hit the phantom of the battle path.

"Boom" sound;

The shadow of the battle path flew backwards.

"How is that possible?"

Old Ghost Zhan immediately lost his voice and looked horrified.

He never thought that Lu Jie would have such a powerful power.

It is also the fifth level of the Mysterious Path of Life and Death, but Lu Jie's strength is even stronger than him.

"Haha, little bastard, let me tell you, ancestor, this is not an eleven-fold sword, but a twelve-fold sword." Lu Jie laughed.

"The sword is at the twelfth level? How is that possible? How is it possible for you to cultivate the sword to the twelfth level?" Old Ghost Zhan said in a voiceless voice.

You must know that the pinnacle of Sword Ao and Sword Ao is the twelfth level.

However, throughout the ages, there are only a handful of people who can cultivate Sword Ao and Sword Ao to the pinnacle, just like the stars in the sky.

Therefore, Old Ghost Zhan cannot accept this.

"Because, ancestor, I am Lu Jie."
Chapter completed!