Almost everyone noticed this almost miraculous scene, a scene that could not be explained by any theoretical basis.

"The Bronze City is cracked."

The crew looked at the image returned by the underwater sonar detector, and reported in a dry voice that the entire Bronze City had been split into two.

On the large screen at the headquarters of Kassel College, countless students and professors stood up and watched the astonishing scene on the received video.

Whether it was a thunderstorm with black clouds pressing down on the city, or a roaring river with white teeth, they were all split by this extremely narrow and extremely long golden light.

Even the bronze palace deep under the water was cut in half by a sword and smoothly moved down into two halves.

The huge bronze city that transformed like a Rubik's Cube, the countless small rotating gears, and the only elusive escape route were all destroyed by this extremely violent and elegant sword.

This sword connects heaven and earth, and its invisible momentum remains in the Yangtze River. Even the impact generated by the tens of thousands of tons of flood discharge per second in the upper reaches cannot break through the barrier formed by this remaining sword momentum.

It's like there is a new Three Gorges Dam standing in the Yangtze River, silently and stubbornly blocking the waves of floods.

On the still turbulent river surface, a tall figure stood proudly. He was the creator of the miracle.

Through the rushing water mist, the young man in the distance turned his head, and a pair of indifferent yet bright golden eyes appeared on the big screen.

With just one glance, everyone onlookers couldn't help but kneel down. The elite students lowered their heads and gritted their teeth. Their veins were exposed and their necks turned red, forcing themselves not to bend their knees.

Sight has weight, and the king's sight carries the weight of all things.

Even though he only glanced through the screen, he was so powerful.

The next second, the handsome young man disappeared from the river. The majesty in the control room of Kassel College's North American headquarters had just dissipated, but the atmosphere fell into an unspeakable silence.

They call themselves elites, but can't they bear even a look or a gaze?

At the bottom of the river 150 meters away, two people in diving suits hugged each other tightly. Although the bronze city was cracked and they felt the faint light, they no longer had the energy or oxygen to surface.

How ironic! It's only one step away from real escape.

Yaji held Ye Sheng's head tightly, and her eyelids were slowly closing. But just when she was about to lose consciousness, the girl felt her shoulders being lifted up, and she moved towards her at an extremely fast speed.

Go above.

Almost in a daze, she and Ye Sheng emerged from the water, and their bodies were laid flat on the deck of the Monyach.

Shutoku Aki used the last bit of strength in his body to look at the rescuer, his fair and handsome face and his golden eyes that were half hidden under the black forehead, as bright as gems.

"Junior Li, thank you!"

Yaji murmured one last word and passed out.

Caesar and others also rushed to the deck and began to rescue Ye Sheng and Shuode Aki with all their strength.

"Oxygen bag, bring the oxygen bag."

Caesar and Susie helped Ye Sheng and Shude Aki untie their heavy diving suits while turning their heads and shouting loudly to the people in the back cabin.

When Ye Sheng and Yaji were moved to a cool area while lying flat and inhaled oxygen, their weak heartbeats began to gradually recover.

Everyone then breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Li Longyuan and the brass jar held by Ye Sheng with slightly unfamiliar eyes.

"Did you really make that sword strike?"

Caesar stood up. After being soaked by the heavy rain, the blond nobleman not only did not look embarrassed, but actually had a special masculine hormonal charm.

"It doesn't count."

Li Longyuan's eyes had returned to clarity at this moment. The emperor only said that if he gave him a sword, he would have to pay the price next time.

"What's the meaning?"

Caesar stared at Li Longyuan, his eyes full of curiosity.

He knew how powerful Li Longyuan was, but he should also be able to estimate where his limit was. But this sword was far beyond his estimation.

Even Chu Zihang, who was leaning on the railing and silent, was also looking at Li Longyuan with burning eyes at this moment.

Even the imaginary enemy Odin in his mind may not be able to exert such power.

"This sword mainly relies on the power of the weapon itself. I am just assisting."

Li Longyuan's explanation made Caesar and the others' expressions soften slightly, and they understood a little.

"The Tai'a sword was originally made by intercepting the dragon energy of Chu. It is invisible, colorless and tasteless, and its edge exists between heaven and earth. And I only activated its most fundamental form."

Li Yongyuan continued to add.

"Feng Huzi, a famous swordsmith in the Warring States Period, said that when the king inspires the sword energy of Tai'a sword with the power of inner piety, one sword can have the potential to break mountains and split the earth, and the cold light will go straight to the two bullfighting stars."

Chu Zihang also added.

Ever since he knew about the sword Li Longyuan held, he had checked Tai'a's information on the Internet, but he didn't expect that these words were actually based on evidence.

But he ignored that perhaps the Tai'a sword itself is not the most important, because it has always existed in this world.

But what is a king and how to inspire and activate the sword energy with the power of inner piety requires a good understanding.

"You mean, you bought the real thing?"

Caesar was dumbfounded and said something that was either an exclamation or a joke. But he already accepted the explanation in his tone.

Li Longyuan tilted his head and stood on the side of the deck. With a move of his right hand, the invisible barrier formed in the river faintly shook.

Then a loud dragon roar sounded, and a five-clawed golden dragon broke out of the water in a vigorous posture, with a gorgeous look and majestic movements.

Therefore, "Compendium of Materia Medica·Yi" says: "The dragon is the length of the scale insect. Wang Fu said that its shape has nine similarities: the head is like a camel, the horns are like a deer, the eyes are like a rabbit, the ears are like an ox, the neck is like a snake, and the belly is like a mirage.

, Scales are like carps, claws are like eagles, and palms are like tigers, that’s right.

There are eighty-one scales on its back, with ninety-nine yang numbers. Its voice is like a rattling copper plate. There is a beard beside the mouth, a bright pearl under the chin, and reverse scales under the throat."

The lifelike appearance simply made everyone on the boat dumbfounded. For a time, they thought they had traveled to a mythical world in China.

The golden dragon let out a majestic roar again from its throat, and its body danced wantonly in mid-air, and finally turned into an ancient sword and fell into Li Longyuan's hand.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Inside the frosty white sword, the golden dragon curls up and turns into a pale gold dragon pattern that shines, flowing with a faint luster.

The people present were just amazed. Fortunately, they were mixed races and were more able to accept similar "supernatural" events than ordinary people.

Professor Mance looked at Ye Sheng and the two men who were still asleep in the cabin, and immediately gave the order to return.

The exploration of the Bronze City can be developed later in consultation with the orthodox, but now they must sort out all the gains first.

Caesar and the others were ordered to return to the cabin. Among them, the red-haired girl Chen Motong squatted down and looked curiously at the brass jar that Ye Sheng brought back and placed in the corner.

"I would like to dedicate my bones and blood to the great Majesty Nidhogg..."

The girl slowly read out the official script on the brass jar, but stopped abruptly with a violent shaking sound.

The double-decker cruise ship Monyach, which was converted from a warship, seemed to have hit something huge while sailing, causing the entire cruise ship to shake violently.

The crew members in sailor uniforms rushed to the side of the ship to check the situation, but found that the place where the violent collision occurred was empty. Only the steel hull was knocked out with a dent with a radius of half a meter.

"Fuck, are we in "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea"?"

The European crew looked back and shouted angrily, as if they thought they had encountered a sea monster or the mysterious submarine Nautilus.

The big black guy with long, slender scales suddenly jumped out of the water behind him, opening his big mouth to reveal sharp, yellow teeth.

The crimson blood spurted out instantly, and it attacked the man with lightning speed, then turned around like lightning and dragged him under the water, disappearing.

When Caesar and others chased him out of the cabin, they could only see the broken railings and the scarlet blood mist spreading on the river.

The shrill, strange laughter resounded through the bottom of the water, seeming to laugh at their helplessness, and also seemed to be sending a hunting signal.

Caesar and Chu Zihang lowered their eyes slightly, and everyone knew the anger in their hearts.

Life is so fragile sometimes, and death is always so unexpected.

"Use alchemy bullets, ordinary weapons are useless against it."

Mance took out two Sten submachine guns from the weapon box and threw them at the two people on the deck. The dead crew member was an ordinary person he hired at a high price. He had a wife and daughter, but he was buried in a foreign country.

Caesar caught the gun, took out the gold-plated Desert Eagle from the back of his waist, loaded the case, and his golden eyes suddenly lit up.

For a moment, countless transparent wind monsters were flying around in the heavy rain, and the field of Yan Ling·Kamaitatsu was opened. Every sound was clearly audible, even the sound of raindrops splashing on the river surface was multiplied.

Chu Zihang hung the submachine gun on his back, his cold golden eyes also glowing with cold light. He slowly pulled out the sacred sword Murasame. The slender blade lay across the pattering rain, making it look even more chilling to the bone.

They held their breath and waited for the monster to attack again.

At the front cabin door, a quiet girl with black hair opened the weapon box. With a thought, all the metal bullets floated into the air. The boost they received under the bonus of Yanling and Sword Control was even greater than that fired directly from the barrel of the gun.

More ferocious.

Li Longyuan sat on the control chair in the cabin, holding the sword with his palm, lowering his head slightly and looking slightly pale. The sword possessed by the emperor had almost drained him of all his physical strength, and now he needs time to recover.

The slender black shadow in the river was getting closer and closer, and the shrill and strange laughter was like the weird cry of a baby, which was creepy.

"Wow!"

Caesar's ears twitched, and the violent sound of water breaking was quickly transmitted back by countless flying weasels. He suddenly turned to the right, and the submachine gun and Desert Eagle he held in one hand roared straight towards the monster in the water at the same time.

The huge recoil only caused the muscles in his arms to bulge, but it didn't cause him to step back even half an inch.

Fierce tongues of fire shot wildly at the monster's slender body, and countless fine black scales spattered sparks. Even the alchemy bullets specially designed for dragons could not penetrate its body.

Chu Zihang stepped on the deck with his toes, and his figure jumped into the air. He raised the slender Murasame in his hand, formed a line, and then slashed it down fiercely, spitting out ancient syllables at the same time.
To be continued...