Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty-Fourth Kendo Eternal
"So many?"
Lin Zhao scratched his head and said: "Currently I only have two Yunjian Lakes. The swords have Liquan. It seems that I don't need too many embryos. It would be a waste to take them. How about... give them to Xiaojiu'er?"
"No need."
Yan Beichen smiled lightly and said: "Although these five swords are all fairy swords in the eyes of the monks on the mountain, in fact they are much inferior to Xiao Jiuer's flying swords, and I will give the five swords to
You are not asked to refine it into your natal flying sword. What I mean is, Lin Zhao, sooner or later you can go one step further and become a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator. And once you refine the Nascent Soul, you can control the flying sword.
The ability will improve by leaps and bounds. These five flying swords do not need to be refined into natal objects. They only need to be slightly refined to become medium or small refined objects. Once refined, although the killing power is not as powerful as the natal flying swords, they can still be used.
It will improve your strength a lot. Besides, how can any swordsman only stick to the principle of flying swords and sabers?"
"Too."
Lin Zhao thought of Gao Zhi's ten demon soul swords. Those ten demon soul swords were not Gao Zhi's natural objects, they were just refined objects. But who dares to say that those ten demon soul swords are not strong? It can be said.
, with these ten demon soul swords, Gao Zhi can almost defeat the invincible opponents of the eleventh realm in the world, and once Gao Zhi breaks through to the twelfth realm in the future, the ten demon soul swords will still be invincible to her.
Lack of means.
"knew."
He nodded happily: "Brother Yan, thank you!"
"Why are you so polite?"
Yan Beichen smiled and said: "Lin Zhao, these swords have their own names, they are called Zhixin, Passer, Xianchen, Fengling, and Gucheng. After you practice a little, you can carve your name on the sword. You
You are Mr. Qin's disciple, and you have the cultivation of a Confucian disciple. It couldn't be better for you to carve the words on the sword yourself."
"Uh-huh!"
Lin Zhao was overjoyed and put all the five fairy swords in his bag. There were only two Yunjian Lakes, which were occupied by Mingyue and Haoran, so these five fairy sword embryos could only be placed in the package. In a sense,
, if Lin Zhao is killed in battle, there is a possibility that these five fairy swords will explode. Once they explode, they will be the flying sword embryos that players dream of!
He calmed down and thought that he should work harder to break through the golden elixir and become a Nascent Soul Sword Cultivator. According to the information revealed by Yan Beichen, once he entered the Nine Realm Sword Cultivator, he would be able to achieve the level of flying sword other than Xiao Lian's own flying sword.
When the sword is ready, it will be like a gardenia. Wherever the sword's intention arises, the scene of flying swords killing people will not be too far away.
He frowned. These five swords were given by Yan Beichen. He would not consider them for now. When he has the opportunity to obtain such immortal sword embryos in the future, he should do it for Ding Chi, Zhang Jun, and Lu Han without complaining.
People, Deep Blue Blade and others thought about it. Their flying swords are not of high rank. Some of them are popular goods bought from the system mall, and some are small top-grade ones exploded from the boss. But those of earth-grade, mysterious, spiritual and
Obviously, the embryo of a high-grade fairy sword cannot be compared with the fairy flying sword.
By the way, there is also Miss Leng, she also needs to have a few immortal flying swords!
…
Early next morning.
Su Qingjiu went to the small pavilion in the center of the lotus pond in front of Tiantianju very early in the morning, sat on the ground, and began to refine the new flying sword Baiyu. Lin Zhao was not idle either, holding a small bamboo basket around his waist and calling
Chen Ben, a young man, went to Baiyu River together and brought back more than a dozen eels. Then he boiled water, cut the eel meat into shreds, poured it with sesame oil, and made several bowls of shredded eels with green onions early in the morning.
Oil noodles.
Xiaojiuer came back after smelling the smell, with a happy face.
Yan Beichen has been refining swords on an isolated island in the East China Sea all year round. When has he ever lived such a good life, he is naturally happy. Even Ding Muchen can't enjoy the treatment. He has to eat a bowl of noodles with chopsticks. Not to mention how good the mood was, the young man Chen Ben had enough energy and a large appetite. He ate three large bowls in one go, and then he burped and went down the mountain to practice boxing with his master. In fact, Muzhen's military style Chen Ben had already learned all the essence of boxing, and there was nothing left to teach him. The master and the disciple were almost able to learn from each other's boxing intentions and master the boxing skills, which was a little awkward.
Early in the morning, Lin Zhao went down Beishan with his sword. He did not join Chen Xue, Shen Xingchen, Luo Man, and Mo Chenxue's team. He went to the north of Jiuzhangyuan alone to brush. With his current strength, not only was it a pity to brush, but also The flame demon wolf given by Luo Man and Mo Chenxue also needs to be leveled up, so that the level of the phantom beast can catch up with its owner, and its attributes will really explode when it is armored in the future.
Yan Beichen said goodbye to Lin Zhao and headed south following a sword light to find another sword cultivator at the top of the Twelve Realms.
These two people have been in trouble for many years for themselves. In fact, Yan Beichen felt guilty towards them. He gave Su Qingjiu a nearly perfect embryo to refine the new Feijian Baiyu, so he also felt guilty towards Lin Wanhua. There should be compensation.
Fusu Great Wall, the cold wind is biting.
City Lord Lin, who was dressed in white and outshines the snow, was sitting in a corner of the city with a few small white flowers beside him. He was just quietly warming up his sword spirit and healing his wounds. Just when a sword light swayed from the northwest, Lin Wanhua stood up. , clasped his fists respectfully and said: "Fusu Great Wall Lin Wanhua, I have met Yan Jianxian!"
Yan Beichen swept down and stood on the city wall. He clasped his fists with the same respect and said: "Donghai Yan Beichen has met Lin Jianxian, Lord Lin!"
Lin Waner smiled.
"The war is about to begin. Let's make a long story short."
Yan Beichen stepped lightly on the ground, and a world of isolation suddenly appeared. It was not too big, but it was a real isolation. Even if a monk from the Fourteenth Realm came close to investigate, he would not be able to understand the slightest bit. He looked at Lin Wanhua and said : "After I go to face the battle of water and fire, Lin Jianxian can start thinking about breaking through the realm. The human race needs a thirteenth realm swordsman to take charge, otherwise it will still be unstable."
"ah?"
Lin Wanhua frowned and said: "I'm afraid there is something wrong with this. At that time, Wen Lin, the ancestral court of the military family, and the ancestral court of the Moh family all agreed that there should not be thirteen realms in the world. Once there are more thirteen realms, they will dominate the destiny of the world. By then...the upper five realms of the human race will be very few, and the hope of the human race on the mountain will be completely cut off."
"This time, that time."
Yan Beichen said: "In this battle, I can kill at most one person in the battle of water and fire, and the other one will still remain in the world. If there is no human race's Thirteenth Level Sword Immortal sitting in charge, do you think the Great Shang Dynasty can be stable?" Besides, Xu Shuo of the Mo family and I have considered this matter before. Even if Lin Jianxian breaks through the realm, it will not harm the fate of the human race's swordsmanship. Xu Shuo promised that once Lin Jianxian enters the ascension realm, he will lead The best craftsmen of the Mohist family come to the Fusu Great Wall to build a sword pavilion for you. This sword pavilion is sealed with a sword formation and can be used as Lin Jianxian's residence. When Lin Jianxian is located in the sword pavilion, he will not take the luck of the world at all. "
"..."
Lin Wanhua smiled bitterly: "Are you trying to make me a prisoner?"
"Not really."
Yan Beichen smiled casually: "It's just a place for Lin Jianxian to practice. Apart from this, Lin Jianxian can go wherever he wants. Wen Lin, the military strategist, and the Mo family will not have any objections to this plan.
After all, I just want to leave a thirteenth-level sword cultivator for the human race. What's more, Lin Jianxian and Fusu Great Wall have begun to merge. Fusu Great Wall can possess most of the magical powers of the fourteenth-level swordsman. Xi Jianjiang Lin Xingchu has already
Being driven deep into the ground, with no idea of life or death, the strongest defense line of humanity has now moved from the Xijian River to the Fusu Great Wall."
"knew."
Lin Wanhua nodded: "Lin Wanhua is willing to follow the arrangements regarding breaking the situation."
"Um."
Yan Beichen nodded and smiled, and then analyzed the situation in detail. After talking to Lin Wanhua for a few more words, he clasped his fists and said goodbye: "In this case, let's say goodbye. Yan Beichen may ascend or die.
But there is no doubt that we can break the fire-water situation and do something for the human race."
Lin Wanhua clasped her fists: "Then Wanhua wishes Yan Jianxian everything goes well in advance."
"gone."
…
Yan Beichen turned around, put one hand behind his back, stepped on the flying sword, the swordsman was infinitely elegant, and left the Fusu Great Wall elegantly in white, and immediately came to Luoxia Valley and the Gray Mist Mountain area. When he looked down at the earth, a pair of
His pale golden eyes were a little moved. What he saw was that for hundreds of years, in order to resist the four northern tribes from going south, countless human warriors fought bloody battles, and after death, they still turned into heroic souls to guard the mountains and rivers.
"How magnificent is our human race's mountains and rivers!"
He suddenly raised his head, looked at the sky, and laughed loudly: "Yan Beichen will do his best in this battle. I want to use your swords to fight with Yan Beichen. Is it possible?"
It was obviously daytime, but with a flick of Yan Beichen's long sleeves, the sky was blocked and the sun was blocked.
On the earth, countless human heroic souls stood up from under the stone peaks, in the canyon, and in the grass. They whined and hissed, looking up at the majestic fourteenth realm sword cultivator in the air. Immediately, all the heroic souls raised their weapons, and they all
Drink high——
"The Xia clan will never be destroyed, and the human race will last forever!"
"The Xia clan will never be destroyed, and the human race will last forever!"
"The Xia clan will never be destroyed, and the human race will last forever!"
…
Yan Beichen was moved when he saw it, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, please lend me your sword!"
Immediately, the heroic souls of the Xia tribe pulled out their swords from their waists and behind their backs. The next moment, those swords, which were already scraps of scrap metal, rusty, or broken or broken swords, rose into the air one after another.
It was paved into a long river. At this time, these decayed ancient swords were bathed in Yan Beichen's flawless sword intent, and they all glowed with colorful light.
"Thanks!"
Yan Beichen clasped his fists and bowed to the many heroic souls on this earth, then raised his hand and said in a deep voice: "Go north, follow me to kill the monsters!"
For a moment, the world was filled with the sound of rumbling swordsmanship, and at least one hundred thousand ancient swords gathered into a long river of light. Yan Beichen, with one hand behind his back, stepped on the long river, controlling one hundred thousand ancient swords and headed north together.
As they went, along the way, figures of human heroes appeared one after another. They almost without hesitation pulled out and threw them into the sky. Those flying swords soared above and merged into the long river.
Yan Beichen, who was in the Fourteenth Realm, could clearly hear the cry in the heart of every heroic soul, and could feel the loyalty. His eye circles turned slightly red, and the murderous intention in his heart naturally became more intense.
This fight is for nothing else.
The sword will last forever, and the human race will last forever!
