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Chapter 948 Wanjian Dynasty Emperor!

"Swords have a spirit. If you choose a sword, the sword will choose you. Whether you can get a good sword depends on luck and chance. The swords abandoned by the predecessors are all in this sword cave. Now you can follow me in.

, you have extraordinary talent in swordsmanship, and a famous swordsman will definitely choose you as the master.om" Zhu Jiuling gently brushed his long beard and walked towards the cave.

"Famous sword? Haha!" Deng Yiming stood there and curled his lips with a disdainful smile, "Is there any sword in the world that can compare to the long sword on my back?"

Seeing that Zhu Jiuling had already entered the cave, Deng Yiming dropped his smile and followed him in.

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Hidden Sword Cave.

It looked dark outside, but it was quite bright inside the cave. After walking inside for a moment, a large space suddenly appeared.

"so much!"

Deng Yiming let out a low cry. In the center of the cave, there was a pool of water with a radius of more than 200 meters. The water was only half a foot deep. The pool was like sharp thorns on the back of a hedgehog. It was densely filled with all kinds of swords, some big, some small, some long.

Some are short, some are shining with dazzling brilliance, and some are rusty. The scene is really amazing.

"In this sword pool, there are a total of 12,325 swords accumulated by our Supreme Sword Sect over the past ten thousand years, of which 8,872 are of ordinary grade and 2,522 are of magic weapon grade.

Three, Lingbao level 874, and there are even immortal swords." Zhu Jiuling looked at the countless swords in the sword pool, and felt infinitely proud in his heart. This is the largest sect in Penglai. He thought that his Qingling sword was there back then.

Obtained from this pool, it was a spiritual treasure. I don’t know how many others envied it at that time.

"Master, how should the disciple pick up the sword!" Deng Yiming was quite shocked. The Taishang Sword Sect is indeed the largest sect in Penglai. Just looking at the sword in the pool, it can be seen that although he already has the sword on his back,

But there are not too many treasures, and there are fairy swords in this pool.

Zhu Jiuling curled her lips and said, "Don't be impatient. All you need to do is go down into the sword pond, be calm, and sense it with your heart. If there is a sword that is destined for you, it will naturally respond."

"So simple?" Deng Yiming was stunned, and he had some expectations in his heart. There were countless swords here, and it was impossible to tell which one was better from the outside. But he had the confidence that he was not an ordinary person, and he would definitely choose himself as the master.

Lifting up his trousers, Deng Yiming stepped into the cold sword pool with great expectations. Something unexpected happened the moment he entered the sword pool.

"Changlang, chokelang..."

Deng Yiming was about to close his eyes and listen with his heart. But he heard the sound of gold and iron in his ears. He looked into the pool and saw that the blades of tens of thousands of swords were trembling at the same time. The swords collided with each other and caused countless waves.

There were ripples, and the water in the pool seemed to be boiling. In an instant, Deng Yiming's clothes were soaked to the core.

"This!!!" Not only Deng Yiming, but also Zhu Jiuling was dumbfounded when he saw this scene. All the swords in the pool began to tremble, and it was so violent that the sound of gold and iron was deafening.

The behavior of the sword in the pool was a sign that the sword was choosing its owner. Zhu Jiuling's heart was filled with huge waves. He looked at Deng Yiming in the pool with great shock, "So many swords are choosing their owner together. Is his talent already so terrifying?"

Like this?'

But Deng Yiming in the pool frowned. He could feel that these swords were not choosing him as the master as Zhu Jiuling imagined. They were afraid. They were fearing and worshiping the emperor. What made them so abnormal was that they were afraid.

It's the long sword carried on his back.

He casually grabbed a long sword next to him. The sword was no more than three feet long. The blade was regular, simple and square. The word "情动" was engraved on the hilt. I thought it was a good sword.

However, the moment Deng Yiming held it in his hand, the sword began to tremble violently. Deng Yiming could clearly feel that it was scared. It wanted to escape, but was held by Deng Yiming, and it had nowhere to escape.

"Keng..."

The sword shook violently in Deng Yiming's hand for a while, and the sword body suddenly surged, breaking inch by inch in an instant.

"This..." Zhu Jiuling opened her eyes wide. What she saw in front of her was really weird. The spiritual sword actually destroyed itself. Is this choosing a master? She turned to look at the pool, where countless swords were still trembling.

Deng Yiming frowned, threw away the hilt of the sword in his hand, and reached out to grab another long sword. In just a moment, the same scene happened again, the sword was broken, and it was destroyed into pieces of scrap metal at the bottom of the pool.

Throwing away the hilt of the sword again, Deng Yiming looked into the depths of the sword pool, stepped on the water and walked towards the center of the sword pool, grabbing a few swords at random. No matter whether they were magic weapon or spiritual treasures, without exception, they would either self-destruct or destroy themselves.

In an instant, the light dimmed and faded into an ordinary thing.

"Choke lang, choke lang..."

As if sensing Deng Yiming's arrival, more than a dozen sword lights suddenly flew up from the pool. The sword lights were colorful and hovered above the sword pool. Zhu Jiuling took a look and saw that they were the more than ten fairy swords in the pool. Whenever Deng Yiming came close, the swords would fly.

Guang fled away hastily, they were actually avoiding Deng Yiming.

"Yi Ming, come back~" Just a few minutes after Deng Yiming entered the pool, countless swords in the pool were destroyed. Zhu Jiuling felt extremely heartbroken when he saw Deng Yiming chasing the more than ten fairy swords.

He quickly called a halt.

Deng Yiming stopped and looked up at the dozen or so fairy swords that were hovering in the air and constantly avoiding him. A trace of disdain flashed in his eyes. He turned around, lightly touched the surface of the pool, and flew back to the shore of the sword pool.

"Keng, Keng, Keng..."

As soon as Deng Yiming came out of the sword pool, Chi Zhong immediately calmed down. The dozen fairy swords sensed that the crisis was over and quickly fell into the pool again.

"Master, my disciple is incompetent and cannot obtain the fairy sword!" Deng Yiming cupped his hands towards Zhu Jiuling. Although his tone was a little regretful, there was no trace of regret deep in his eyes. In other words, there was no such thing as a sword in the pool.

The handle can penetrate his Dharma eyes.

"I don't know what the origin of this sword is, but it actually frightened the swords in the sword pool like this!" Zhu Jiuling thought thoughtfully as he looked at the mighty long sword on Deng Yiming's back.

Zhu Jiuling stood there for a while, then forced a smile on his face and said, "Don't worry about it, Yiming, where did this sword on your back come from?"

Deng Yiming's heart trembled, and he frowned slightly on his handsome face. Then he raised his head and said to Zhu Jiuling, "Master, this sword is a heirloom of my family. Since it has no name, I call it this."

The nameless sword, when I came to Penglai this time, my father gave this nameless sword to his disciple."

Zhu Jiuling nodded slightly, "Can you come with me to have a look?"

"Master, please look!" Deng Yiming smiled slightly and didn't mind. He immediately took the sword off his back and offered it to Zhu Jiuling with both hands.

This sword is shimmering with a faint golden light, and the sword body is wrapped in a gold scabbard. It looks very luxurious and gorgeous, giving people the feeling of an emperor in the sword. Just looking at the appearance, it is no longer ordinary.

, Zhu Jiuling couldn't wait to reach out and take it.

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