Tang Zhao once thought that when the sword manual was opened, even miraculous things like holding a sword could happen. What had changed?
Is it a magic weapon?
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A mere magic weapon changes its appearance and connotation at the same time, turning into a powerful sword capable of wielding earth-shattering sword skills. Isn't this an earth-shaking miracle?
What about other than that?
For example, what about people?
Didn't the person holding the sword, that is, himself, change when the sword manual appeared?
When all kinds of swords came to him, how could He De, a mediocre young man with at most some inspiration and talent, be able to hold those swords without any obstacles?
This kind of doubt was not too strong when he was planning to hold the Yanggu sword, because his talent direction could have picked up the Yanggu sword. But when he picked up the Xumi sword through the jar of magic tools sent by Ping Jiangqiu,
Sword, when you use the potted sword technique as you like, this kind of doubt will never go away.
With his talent, can he really pick up the Sumeru Sword?
But he did pick it up, as if his talent was there.
Could it be said that when he turns to any page of the sword manual, he will also have the qualifications to hold that sword?
This is both magical and excessive.
For a genius who has spent his whole life searching for his own sword but never found it, it was really too much. Tang Zhao felt a little uneasy in his heart.
Tang Zhao had never confirmed this crazy conjecture, but when he saw the Kun sword above his head, this conjecture was the result of his courage to rush to the sky to control the sword that all swordsmen could not reach.
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Under the music page of "Kun Sword", he does not use the formation eye or the magic weapon. He skips the standard action of "pretending to hold" and directly holds the sword!
If he can succeed, he should stop this catastrophe.
If not - just do your best and obey fate!
The glasses of his glasses scrolled with layers of light characters. At this moment, Tang Zhao's mind was blank, and all he could see was the sword in front of him. He did not read these notes carefully, but instead reached out to hold the hilt of the sword.
At this time, he didn't even notice that the heavy and overwhelming feeling was dissipating. At least it was moving away from him.
"What is he going to do?"
When Tang Zhao doubled the force, almost everyone's attention was attracted, and they almost lost their ability to think. Ordinary people can only wait for the force to fail before they can recover, but those powerful swordsmen, swordsmen, such as
Beichen, or the "extraordinary person" who has a treasure that can eliminate the invasion of swordsmanship, gradually got rid of the imposed restrictions after being attracted at the beginning.
In Jianzhou Mountain, which has become a mountain of 100,000, a snow sculpture fluttered and weathered, revealing a handsome young man of seventeen or eighteen years old inside. He patted his cheek and said: "Good guy, what is so powerful that it triggered me?"
The treasure of meditation. What happened?"
Next to him, a tall, slender woman carrying a sword woke up one step earlier than him. She was looking at the sky and said, "Look at the sky!"
She is none other than Yun Xiyan who went into the mountains with a team to search for the sword, and next to her is Wang Fei, the prince of the Snow Mountain King.
Yes, Wang Fei also got mixed up with her.
Wang Fei watched Yun Xiyan's sword-hunting lecture. It was just to start his thinking, and he thought that the target of the turtle bandits might be Kunjian. However, Tang Zhao told him with a dangerous look that Zhang Shousong had a problem and might harm him. The palace
Several generals immediately suggested that he not take the risk of attending, and that General Mei would put on makeup for him while the prince could hide in a safe place and watch the situation.
As the eldest son, Wang Fei is not timid, but he is not desperate for love. He knows that his own strength may not be able to protect himself, so he naturally follows the good example and agrees to this suggestion.
Just where to hide it? Is there any place on Jianzhou Island or even Kunggang that is safe and does not attract attention?
Wang Fei thought about it, and one thing he really thought of was Yun Xiyan's treasure hunting team. They set off the night before the Fu Meeting and plunged into the mountains. They didn't even attend the last day of the Fu Meeting. Except for Yun Xiyan, all the team members were
Isn't it the best place to take refuge for some insignificant warriors or scumbag swordsmen with no ambitions?
The enemy did not expect that Wang Fei would venture into the mountains one day in advance.
Wang Fei was also a swordsman and was relatively a master. Yun Xiyan certainly welcomed him into the team. The two of them led seven or eight warriors and hurried into the mountains without attracting anyone's attention.
Unexpectedly, several people searched for it all night, but found nothing, and then searched all morning the next day. Their hopes were greatly reduced, and they planned to turn back, but when they looked up, they saw their target Kunjian hanging above their heads.
Now it turns out that the whole night's efforts were in vain, and even Yun Xiyan was dejected. A few people packed their things and prepared to go out, but they caught up with the big action on Jianzhou Island. Under the disaster of successive sword skills, a team dispersed in various places.
Fang, only Yun Xiyan and Wang Fei reluctantly got together, but they were attracted by Tang Zhao's insistence and couldn't move, so they had to use their treasures to wake themselves up.
Just when he woke up, he saw Tang Zhao going to grab Kunjian, and both of them were shocked.
They are all swordsmen, so how could they not know the trouble of holding a sword forcibly? Let alone such a powerful sword? That sword can dominate the life and death of all living beings on the island just by hanging in the air, let alone forcibly touching it?
One thought flashed through both of their minds: They are going to die!
Wang Fei cursed: "Damn it, it's too late. The sword is suppressed, and I can't fly. I can't save him even if I get there——"
Yun Xiyan said: "Why, if you were in time, could you still save him?"
Wang Fei stamped his feet and said: "Just one breath is enough! It's a pity that I can't move my sword, and I can't fly with it. Alas, why didn't he give me that luxury car earlier? He is gone, and my car is gone too."
Yun Xiyan turned his eyes and said, "Then I'll send you up."
Wang Fei said: "How do you give it to me? Your sword——"
Yun Xiyan said: "I'll throw you up."
Wang Fei said "Huh?", and Yun Xiyan stretched out his hand, grabbed his collar, and said: "If it weren't for this strength, how could I win the favor of this sword? Let's go -"
Just as Beichen got rid of the state of being unable to control himself, he saw Tang Zhao grabbing the Kun Sword with one hand.
His hands didn't even have the brilliance of sword-wielding skills.
The mind that had just started functioning almost stopped functioning again.
He blurted out: "Madman——"
However, a shattering sound came from behind.
He turned around suddenly and stood up suddenly.
Behind it, there is a huge ice sculpture, which is Xuanwu frozen by Kun Jianjian.
Originally, this ice sculpture was frozen on the sea, but after Kunjian's expansion and a series of inverted movements, Jianzhou Island has swallowed up the surrounding sea area, and the ice sculpture has also been connected to the land. Beichen was also affected by Kunjian's disaster.
, naturally, for a moment, I couldn’t pay attention to this statue that was earth-shattering when it appeared, but was dealt with by Kun Jian, and now it has become silent.
But when he looked again, the ice sculpture was actually full of cracks.
Moreover, the cracks are still spreading, and it is about to break into powder. Through the ice shell, you can see that it is filled with ominous shadows.
"Something's coming out!"
Beichen raised his head slightly and realized that he couldn't contact the sword like stars hanging in the sky. The people he could see around him were still dumbfounded by the insistence. Before he could think about it carefully, a scroll flew out of his sleeve:
"Beidou Formation, seal it!"
From the scroll, that is, in the formation diagram, first a star flew out, as bright as the North Star, and nailed the top of the ice sculpture. Then, using Beichen as the crosshair, seven starlights flew out and turned into seven light locks, locking the ice sculpture firmly.
Live, still vaguely maintaining the formation of the Big Dipper Spoon.
However, it was still a step too slow.
Click——
The ice cracked, and several figures flew out from it. The leader was a strong man with a golden helmet. The people behind him were all dressed in black clothes and armor, like elite soldiers in the army.
They each got out of the gap in the binding of the starlight. However, the starlight was also flexible and turned around to meet them. A starlight turned into dozens of rays of light, binding them tightly. The black-robed armored men struggled at first, and the starlight bundle became tighter and tighter.
He soon became helpless. This was Beichen's special formation to bind the enemy. If he fell into it, it would not be easy to escape.
However, there is one exception!
The leading man, who was full of general spirit, was as powerful as a tiger. He flew the fastest and the highest! His speed was actually faster than the starlight. In the blink of an eye, he had already flown into the sky. The main star behind him could not catch up with him, and there were several small stars.
It turned into a meteor and barely caught up with him, hitting his armor, making a few sounds of metal collision, and immediately dissipated.
The strong man didn't care about the power of the pursuit behind him, and moved forward. At this time, he was not flying, but walking, alternating his feet, one step at a time, marching forward in the sky, stepping on the void, as if he were stepping on the earth.
Taking three steps and two steps at a time, he was in front of Tang Zhao in the blink of an eye. The thick earth that pressed Beichen to the ground and could not move could not stop him from moving forward.
In fact, the thick soil has its effect. The armor plates on his armor made a crunching sound when pressed, and finally became silent. The armor plates were firmly pressed together and stuck together, as if they were pressed into plate armor. Under his feet
His steps were also extremely heavy. Even though he was stepping on the ground in the air, he made a "dong-dong" sound, like moving a mountain. But his body felt nothing, and his movements didn't even slow down at all, just like another mountain.
He also has the aura of the earth!
The strong man came to Tang Zhao, made a fist with one hand, and the fist as big as a sand bowl seemed to be wrapped with a layer of gray smoke. He smiled ferociously and said: "You little bastard, what are you doing to my sword?"
After saying that, he punched out like a meteorite hitting him!
Tang Zhao's fingers finally grasped the hilt of the sword. At that moment, his face turned pale and his breathing became heavy. The sword fell into his hand and fell almost straight down. Even his body shape fell.
Follow the fall.
The sober people below were all horrified—did they really fail?
But then, he tightened his hand and held the sword in a standard sword-holding posture, just like when Xing Ji taught him to hold a sword for the first time.
Kunjian finally fell into Tang Zhao's control.
He raised his head, looked at the incoming fist, and the ferocious face like a beast, and asked out of curiosity: "Who are you?"
Then he realized that this question was meaningless.
If the other party won't answer, what's the point even if he does?
Those who come are enemies!
So he swung his sword, flew out, and shouted: "Get out!"