Eternal Sacred King

Chapter 438: Sword Repair

Seeing Ji Fairy avoiding, Su Zimo took a sigh of relief and secretly ashamed.

In order to hide his identity, he was compelled to do so.

"Why not?"

Su Zimo's face sank.

Since it's acting, you have to do enough.

Seeing that the big man in Mai was not pleased, Ji Fairy froze for a moment, then smiled sweetly, beautiful moving, softly said, "Engong is angry, I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding in the middle. It is I who misidentified the person, thinking that Gong is mine An old man. "

"Yaner apologized to Gong."

Said, Ji Fairy leaned over to salute, apologizing.

Su Zimo snorted and stopped speaking.

Ji Yaojing turned her eyes and asked, "Doesn't Gonggong want to know my old man?"

"Not interested in."

Su Zimo waved his hands casually and ran towards the distance. The speed was very fast and the voice came from far away: "I'm only interested in the palace of the people!"

"I want to go to the palace of the people too, shall we go all the way?"

Ji Fairy shouted from behind.

Su Zimo naturally did not agree, he said nothing, pretending not to hear.

Just met this time, he was almost spotted by Ji Fairy. If he went all the way, I am afraid he would be seen by Ji Fairy!

"Su Zimo!"

Just then, a shout came from behind him without warning.

Su Zimo's subconscious will stop and look back.

This is exactly the most normal and natural reaction of a person.

But in the flash of light, Su Zimo's thoughts turned, and he continued to run forward, disappearing in the blink of an eye in front of Ji Fairy.

Seeing this, Ji Fairy frowned slightly, and whispered thoughtfully: "It seems that they are really not alone."

After leaving far away, Su Zimo gradually slowed down and Changshu breathed a sigh of relief.

so close!

That shout just now is what Ji Fairy shouted!

Her throat came suddenly, if Su Zimo reacted very fast, she would have revealed a flaw, and was caught by Ji Fairy.

"This girl is ..."

Su Zimo muttered softly, shook his head, and flew towards the center of the ancient battlefield in the direction of the Emperor's Hall.

...

Ten days later.

The imperial palace slowly descended, and it was getting closer and closer to the ground.

Within a thousand miles of this ancient palace, all the ancient creatures and relics of all kinds are transferred, so they dare not stay in this area.

Even in the past years, the Emperor Yu Wei is mighty, but he can still suppress the eight wastelands, and all the monsters are afraid!

"It turns out that this is the Emperor's Hall, and it really shocked enough."

"The pressure is too great. Now I am a seven-veined foundation, and I dare not step forward. It is really hard to imagine what kind of pressure will be endured in the area covered by the palace of the emperor."

"Look, is there a dragon carved on that stone pillar? It is lifelike, as if to live!"

The Emperor's Hall now appears, attracting monks from all over the ancient battlefield.

Layer by layer, densely packed, everyone looked up at the thunder and lightning ocean, and the ancient palace amidst the whirlpool of clouds was shocking.

Not everyone can be as sensible as Tang Yu, suppress curiosity in his heart, and avoid being involved in this **** battle.

"I give you all three breaths to leave, and whoever is still here, give me death!"

At this moment, a cold voice came from the periphery of the crowd, with a sharp, sharp edge that could cut everything!

Many monks looked back.

Behind the crowd, a monk in robes stepped forward, with a sheathed sword arbitrarily inserted around his waist, his long fingers swayed gently, his expression indifferent.

"Three breaths, how could it be possible to leave this place?"

Many monks frowned.

"A breath."

The robe monk was expressionless, his eyebrows lowered, and he said a word.

"Who is this guy, his tone is crazy!"

Someone couldn't help but sneer.

"Two breaths."

The monk in the robe said again.

The sharp-eyed monk saw the Zongmen token around his waist, and his expression changed, exclaiming: "Jianzong! This person is probably the descendant of Jianzong, Hang Qiuyu!"

Hearing the four words of the descendant of Jianzong, there was no small wave in the crowd.

At this moment, Hang Qiuyu's voice sounded again.

"Three breaths."

I do not know when, Hang Qiuyu's long fingers have fallen on the hilt of the waist, looking at the people in front of him coldly, "You have lost your last chance."

Hum!

A stunning white light emerged.

No one can describe the speed and power of this sword.

Jinghong sword, sword out of shock!

At this moment, almost all monks facing Hang Qiuyu were so dazzled by this bright sword light that their eyes could not be opened.

The next moment, everyone felt their throats were cold, and began to spray some warm and viscous liquid, with a fishy smell!

That's blood.

Opposite Hang Qiuyu, dozens of monks were all dead, and their throats were cut by a sword.

Near the palace of the dare to come, almost all of them have foundations, and they have some skills.

But these dozens of monks didn't even have the opportunity to sacrifice their spirits, so they died on the spot.

The power of a sword, such horror!

The monk in the back looked horrified, and hurriedly patted the storage bag to find the amulet. He crushed it as soon as possible and sacrificed his flying sword again.

Huh!

When the monks were ready and looking forward, Hang Qiuyu's figure had disappeared.

A breeze blew across.

Hang Qiuyu has stunned Honghong sword and rushed into the crowd!

Sword light rises, blood shines.

Some monks were cut off, blood spewed, and countless disgusting internal organs flowed out.

What amulet 箓, under the sword of Hang Qiuyu, is like paper.

when!

A monk blocked his shield in front of him, blocking the Jinghong sword repeatedly, and a crisp sound came.

The joy in this person's eyes has just emerged. The next moment, the whole person's expression stiffened on his face, his eyes were dimmed, and his vitality was cut off on one side of his head!

A white mark appeared on his shield, and when it fell to the ground, it was broken into two pieces.

A top-grade defensive magic weapon was so destroyed under Jinghong Sword that it couldn't even carry a sword!

Many monks were disillusioned, and never dared to stay, fleeing madly in the distance.

This is the horror of Jian Xiu!

Although the sword is respected on the continent, the monk who is not the imperial flying sword can be called the sword repair.

The real sword repair is that the sword does not leave the hand, the hand does not leave the sword.

The long sword in Jian Xiu is different from the flying sword in that it has a hilt.

Sword cultivation pays attention to swordsmanship, sword posture, and sword meaning, cultivates kendo, adhering to the unity of man and sword, the unity of heaven and man, and even the unity of man, sword, and heaven!

In the realm of cultivation, it is difficult to say which gate is the gate of the Immortal, the Demon Gate, or the Gate of the Buddhism. The vein of the monk is stronger, and it is necessary to know the real killing in the end.

But one fact is acknowledged in the practice world.

Jian Xiu's killing power is the strongest!

Among the three gates of Immortal, Demon, and Buddha, the sword cult of Jianzong among the nine schools of Immortals is the most famous.

The founder of Jianzong was the first sword emperor in ancient times.

(End of this chapter)