Not to mention those students from Taiyuan Academy, even Shen Xingjian and others who were more advanced in cultivation did not notice this change.

When the sound of the war sword resounded, Nan Yu's expression turned gloomy and she subconsciously looked at the old man in gray.

"it is as expected."

Shen Xingjian and other old masters from the Taiyuan Academy looked away in disappointment and couldn't bear to read any more.

Although they did not observe the details just now, they had foreseen this scene earlier.

No one thought Zuo Chongming could survive.

After all, judging from the momentum of the gray-clothed old man's previous attack, he is a proper old monster in the Dharma Realm.

No matter how brilliant Zuo Chongming is, he is just a little guy who has just stepped into the Origin Sea Realm, and is completely one Astrological Realm away from the Dharma Realm Realm.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the old man in gray clothes moved his fingers and made a random move, Zuo Chongming would not be able to withstand it. The gap was too huge.

However, what everyone did not expect, let alone dare to think about, was...

Seeing that the sword light could penetrate Zuo Chongming's eyebrows and take away his life, at this critical moment, the war sword suddenly burst into mourning.

"What...poof!!"

Feng Qianxue's hands trembled and she retreated involuntarily, spurting blood.

Even so, he seemed not to feel any pain and stared blankly at Zuo Chongming, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

Buzz, buzz~~!

The war sword was pressed against Zuo Chongming's eyebrows, whining and trembling incessantly. The sword's light had already scratched his skin, but it did not penetrate any further.

It was as if... the war sword itself was resisting. It didn't want to continue stabbing Zuo Chongming to death.

"this……"

Everyone was stunned by this scene.

This strange and unexpected phenomenon was truly beyond their scope of knowledge.

"Magic weapon!"

Suddenly, Nan Yu shouted out loud: "This is a magic weapon, and the magic weapon has a spirit..."

Divine weapon?

The gray-clothed old man's face was as dark as water. He knew very well that these words were pure nonsense.

Feng Qianxue's war sword may be comparable to a magic weapon in terms of quality, but it is not a true magic weapon.

Because true magic weapons cannot be created, they can only be raised by strong men.

Even the Guhong Sword forged by Divine Sword Villa for Dugu Hong was like this at the beginning. Without Dugu Hong's cultivation, it would be impossible to become a divine weapon.

The strange thing is...

The old man in gray clothes indeed felt a strong sense of resistance from this sword.

This feeling is very strange. It's not that it doesn't want to be driven by the old man, but it simply doesn't want to stab Zuo Chongming.

Like, like facing the Emperor Wu?

Yes, that’s what it feels like!!

Wait, could it be...?

An idea flashed in the old man's mind, and he seemed to have thought of something. His expression suddenly changed, and he looked at Zuo Chongming in disbelief.

No, this is impossible!

He shook his head subconsciously, suppressing the absurdity in his heart, and quietly poured in more true energy.

However…….

At this moment, shrill moans echoed throughout the surroundings.
Chapter completed!