Chapter five hundred and forty-six, I present this sword to the Sword Emperor
The sword ball left by the Sword Emperor is Luosen's most powerful trump card, so he will never tell anyone.
Even though he just tried to "bribe" Ling Zheng, he did not show this trump card, because he was worried that the trump card would be exposed and that others would be wary of being guarded.
The most important thing about the trump card is strength and concealment.
No matter how powerful a thing is, it will be difficult for others to take effect if they are prepared for it, so it is crucial to maintain the mystery of the trump card.
The power of the Sword Emperor spans a long river of history of 50,000 years, and has reappeared in today's era, intimidating the heroes and making the world sad.
The sword energy was 80,000 miles wide, and terrifying pressure spread everywhere, and it instantly crushed the blue sword shadow in the sky.
You know, that blue sword shadow is a form formed by Ling Jian's sword intent.
There is actually a sword energy in this world that can suppress Ling Jian?
This is so shocking!
There are strong people everywhere in the mainland who turn their eyes to the imperial capital, and their hearts are trembling. What kind of power is this? Could it be that an imperial level has appeared again?
The Wild Ridge Sky Axe Tribe is old. The barbarian god who closed his eyes and rested suddenly burst out with a terrifying golden light, like a barbarian dragon with blood boiling, as intimidating as a volcano erupting, but soon, he seemed to discover
I slowly closed my eyes.
"So it was just a utensil left by our predecessors? What a pity..."
The breath converged, as if nothing had happened.
On Xuanwu Square, countless people were trembling at this unknown force, even if it was not aimed at them.
Most people only see one light.
And the end of that light is Ling Zheng.
The sword pills in Luo Sen's hand were made by the Sword Emperor. As long as the spiritual power is poured into it, it will be activated, thus emitting the full sword of the Sword Emperor.
But it can only be used once.
After using it, the power is exhausted and can only be used again unless someone can inject power and refine it.
However, the Sword Emperor has passed away, and I am afraid no one can instill strength in it anymore.
Ling Zheng's pupils contracted slightly.
He felt a familiar atmosphere.
After a hundred years of practicing swords, he obtained the relics of the Sword Emperor by chance. He felt the breath above and knew that tens of thousands of years ago, there was a powerful man who was terrifying the world standing on the top of the sword path and overlooking the world.
, it is hard to find an opponent, and one sword shocked the ages and shone the entire era. The Sword of the Sky, the leader of the ten famous swords in the world, is actually the sword of the Sword Emperor.
So he would also deliberately look for the things left by the Sword Emperor, use the sword intent in it to temper his own sword skills.
But he never thought that he would have the opportunity to face the sword emperor's astonishing sword.
That's right, he felt it.
There is no one else except the Sword Emperor who can have such a terrifying sword intent.
His body began to tremble unconsciously.
Not only was his fear, but his indescribable excitement. His eyes suddenly shone, as bright as the stars in the sky. His original dullness had disappeared, full of seriousness and solemnity.
He can't hide from this sword.
Because this is the sword of the Sword Emperor, there is no way to avoid it.
Of course, he didn't want to hide.
There are many choices in life, and leaving no regrets is the most difficult and happiest way to go.
The green sword in Ling Zheng's hand showed its sharpness, and accompanied by the extremely sharp sound of the sword, Ling Zheng stepped forward with the sword, without fancy sword moves, only a very simple and ordinary sting.
The sword was handed forward in an ordinary manner.
One thought arises, all thoughts arise.
One sword went away, and ten thousand swords came out.
This call is called [Yi Nian], but it looks like Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect. It is a sword move he created for many years and his own creation, and it is also the only one he is satisfied with.
I use this sword to offer the sword emperor.
Please give me advice from the Sword Emperor!
Countless sword shadows surged into the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds, and shaking the world.
The unrivaled powerful sword intent intertwined together, as if it turned into a turbulent storm, sweeping away and soaring into the sky.
No one saw what was going on.
Even the only two Spirit Emperors present, Lin Gui and Qu Zhantian, only vaguely saw two sword shadows, which seemed to have cut off the constraints of the rules and collided together.
That's all.
The sword powers collided with each other, and the chaos of rules even blocked their perceptions.
Qu Zhantian squinted his eyes and was quite throbbing: "Old ghost, can you see clearly?"
"Let's see a little bit." Lin Gui kept comforting the black knife in his hand. Since the sword ball bloomed, it had been roaring for a long time, and seemed to want to join this battle: "Ling Zheng's realm is indeed one higher than ours
At the level, the Sword Emperor's Sword is indeed terrible. I guess we can't take this sword together."
"Then... can he take it?" Lin Yuran asked in a low voice.
Lin Gui shook his head: "How could I guess?"
The Sword Storm stormed for a moment, emitting the power of shocking the world, and then began to slowly dissipate. At the center of the storm was a man holding a blue sword.
He stood safely, still wearing a blue shirt, but his face was a little pale, but his eyes were still astonishingly bright and his face was filled with unprecedented satisfaction.
Ling Zheng is not dead.
He took the sword.
Everyone was in a state of excitement, this was simply a legend!
Li Xuanzong had already felt a tide in his heart when he saw Jianwan, but now he could finally let go: "Ling Zheng, are you okay?"
"Am I?" Ling Zheng shook his head: "It's okay."
Rosen's heart suddenly became cold.
Even the sword balls left by the Sword Emperor can't kill him? Who can stop him?
Li Xuanzong was overjoyed: "Then you will deal with them soon."
"This is probably a bit difficult." Ling Zheng thought for a while and said.
Li Xuanzong frowned: "Why?"
"I'm ruined." Ling Zheng said with a smile, and then he struggled to support his body with the Lingtian sword: "I can't move any more."
He smiled, and a touch of red blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth.
If you look closely, you will find that some blood stains oozing out of his lower abdomen, dyeing his blue clothes red.
The Spirit Sea was damaged, and he was really ruined.
Because of the existence of the sword surround, no one dared to use perception to explore Ling Zheng, otherwise it would be possible to be strangled by the sword surround. So when he said this, someone plucked up the courage to perceive Ling Zheng.
Sure enough, that's right.
The breath fell directly to the bottom of the valley, even the bronze spirit was inferior to that of the bronze spirit.
Luo Sen breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it's okay.
It seems to be effective.
He looked down and saw that the sword ball in his hand turned into a sword-shaped metal piece, no longer having any power.
The expression on Li Xuanzong's face suddenly became very exciting, and he said angrily: "Then why do you say you are fine!"
Ling Zheng was not angry, just smiled.
Today is probably the day he smiles the most.
"Being able to experience the Sword Emperor's Sword personally makes me happy from the bottom of my heart. Since I am so happy, of course it's okay." Ling Zheng explained.
Such strange truths made Li Xuanzong unable to speak for a long time.
Ling Zheng tried hard to pick up the sword in his hand, then resisted it on his shoulder, and said apologetically: "I can't beat you anymore, I can't help you anymore, so I can only say goodbye first."
After saying that, Ling Zheng slowly walked towards the Xuanwu Wall.
The sword in his hand was too heavy, making it difficult for him to walk, but he still walked, but his face was still filled with a smile, as if the destruction of the Spirit Sea was not something worthy of sadness.
The imperial guard still dared not approach him because he was Ling Zheng and the number one swordsman in the world, so he made a warning and watched him leave slowly.
Everyone in Xuanwu Square looked at his back and watched him leave without saying a word.
If you hear the truth in the morning, you will die in the evening.