In the dark night, the soul-calling sword swayed with a blood-like dazzling sword light, and the corpse demon Hanba emerged from the coffin and reappeared, facing the former human emperor from another world in awe -
"Humans, give me a face and let these people go, otherwise... we will inevitably have a fight... and it will be of no benefit to either of us." Han Ba's childish voice echoed through the canyon, but it didn't seem to be as persuasive as
His confidence is so abundant.
"Little Douding, you may be a taboo existence in this world, but if you are willing to follow me, I can take you to a world where you are accepted by everyone, and it is not impossible to even make you truly human.
"Dongfang Ni could feel Han Ba's strength, and he immediately wanted to conquer him.
"This is not possible. I have made an agreement with that boy first. If I accept you as my younger brother here, I will be a zombie who has broken his promise. As the saying goes, 'if a zombie has no faith, he doesn't know what to do'. I know very well that you are eager to
You want me to be your boss, but I can only refuse you." Hanbao stopped beating and waved his hands helplessly.
Dongfang smiled and shook his head, and said in a very regretful tone: "That's such a pity... I can only kill you here, otherwise, you might become a threat in the future..."
The surrounding atmosphere suddenly became cold. Both parties were alert and wanted to get rid of the other party and then quickly——
There was a sudden clang, and at the moment when the blood dragon and the sword god were fighting in the night sky, the emperor and zombies in the canyon also moved in unison!
"I heard that zombies are most afraid of being nailed in the heart by wood. I don't know if that's true." Dongfang pointed his left index finger, and a huge "toothpick" with a diameter of ten meters fell from the sky and hit the corpse demon Hanba directly!
"Don't confuse vampires with zombies! I'm a noble zombie! I can't compare with those scum that will die without blood!" Han Ba corrected angrily, and at the same time, he saw him holding his hands and summoning the soul.
The sword flew upwards and cut the toothpick in half, posing no threat at all.
"Is that so... But, to me... there is no difference." Dongfang raised his finger, and the severed wooden pillar instantly transformed into sword shadows that filled the sky, surrounding Hanbao, leaving no blind spots.
Seeing this situation, Hanbao stretched out his hand to hold the soul-summoning sword and slashed at the sword shadow wildly. Although there was no way to use the sword, he could always cut down the sword shadow at critical moments, which seemed to be a bit cunning and ineffective.
"If you can block the sword shadow, can you still block my close attack?" Dongfang Ni suddenly appeared behind Hanba and kicked Hanba in the waist. At the same time, the speed of the sword doubled——
When Han Ba realized the crisis, it was irreversible. Dongfang Ni's kick kicked him a thousand meters away, and the sword shadows quickly caught up with Han Ba and turned him into a hedgehog.
"Didn't I say it? Wood can't be useful to me! I'm a corpse demon!!" After Han Bao made a displeasure, he exerted force, and hundreds of wooden swords on his body were instantly forced out, flying around.
The wooden sword turned into a sword shadow and counterattacked towards the east.
The sword shadow was one meter closer, and a black and thick sword shadow appeared in front of Dongfang Ni. This sword shadow fell from the sky, and in an instant, thousands of bloody sword threads surrounded Dongfang Ni, annihilating all the sword shadows in an instant!
With a black sword body and heavy sword power, this benevolent sword, which symbolizes kindness and forgiveness, became a heaven-defying weapon on this day!
"That sword is... Zhanlu?" Dongfang Biluo, who was watching the battle, looked at the hanging black sword in astonishment. It was the Renjian Zhanlu. However, the sword power on the sword seemed to be different from before.
Even she who doesn't understand swords can see the difference.
At this time, Dongfang smiled and stretched out a finger to Hanba.
"What do you mean? Do you want me to give you a move?" Hanbao scratched his head and asked in confusion.
"One move...defeat you." Dongfang Ni's understatement made Han Ba suddenly feel that he had been underestimated.
"You really dare to say that, then don't blame me for exaggerating! This move was given to me by that boy as tribute -" Han Bao fixed his eyes, and the sword intent on his body suddenly rose, and a sword shadow came out from the soul-summoning sword in his hand,
Standing behind Hanbao, after a while, the sword shadow transformed into thousands or ten thousand, and the golden sword shadows formed ten-foot-long golden sword wings, encompassing everything. It was the unique style of Sword Demon——
"Thousand-armed Ghost Buddha——!"
With its golden sword wings, Hanba stands in the sky, its power is indescribable!
"What a sword! What a move! I'll retaliate with this move to show my respect for you!" Dongfang smiled, but saw him take a step forward, the black epee trembled in response to the move, and the sword whistle continued.
"A Sword of Thousand Autumns·The Sorrow of Broken Souls——"
One sword for thousands of years, unparalleled in the world!
The broken soul groans in mourning, what is the sorrow of separation?
The ultimate negativity, the ultimate sadness, the ultimate feminine sword move - how can you relieve your sorrow if your soul is cut off for thousands of years?
"bite!"
The sword intention of Zhanlu Sword seems to conflict with Dongfang Ni's sword moves, but in the end it cannot defeat the latter's peerless cultivation, and can only subtly eliminate the original intention of Minren Sword...
A benevolent sword, a piece of the past, at this moment no longer has the benevolent sword intention of the past, only the ultimate murderous intention remains!
A ghost Buddha with a thousand hands, a sword for a thousand years, the ultimate move in the sword, handing over at this moment, making a judgment——
"clang!"
After the ultimate move, there was a crisp sound of the sword breaking. The soul-summoning sword broke, leaving only the original hilt.
The corpse demon Hanba was also seriously injured in this blow, and 40% of the corpse energy in his body was dissipated. He would have to rest for at least half a year before he could fully recover. In another battle in the sky, the bloody dragon was hit by Dongfang Ni.
The attack turned him into a stone statue again, and he was unable to continue fighting.
"I'm not going to play anymore!" Seeing something was wrong, Hanba ran away quickly and immediately disappeared into the ground, disappearing without a trace.
Dongfang Ni closes his eyes and reflects on the insights he just had when fighting against each other. The happy look on his face speaks volumes.
"The obstructive character has disappeared...then...let's go, Xue'er." Dongfang Ni opened his eyes again and looked down at Dongfang Xue'er in the canyon.
At this time, Dongfang Xueer and others had clearly seen Dongfang Ni's strength from the previous duel. Moreover, I'm afraid this was not all of his strength. Facing such a powerful enemy, even if everyone joined forces, it would be difficult to compete.
"This man's strength is far superior to Dongfang Fan... We have no chance of winning in a head-on conflict with him... Now we can only strategically retreat..." Cold sweat broke out on Murong Tian's back, and Dongfang Ni's sword was like a huge stone pressing down on him.
In his heart, the feeling that his life was in the hands of others made him uncontrollably frightened.
"I'm afraid... we don't even have a chance to escape..." Qin Yafeng gritted his teeth reluctantly.
Just when fear enveloped everyone, the hilt of the soul-calling sword behaved strangely again——
But he saw a figure looming on the hilt of the soul-calling sword. This figure held the soul-calling sword and seemed to have self-awareness.
"Whoosh——!" The figure threw the hilt of the soul-summoning sword into the sky, and then flew into the air alone, exuding astonishing sword intent!
"This sword intention belongs to the master!" Dongfang Biluo has been following Dongfang Fan for the longest time, and she naturally recognized the owner of the sword intention at this time.
The transformed Dongfang Fan did not respond, but exuded a faint hostility towards Dongfang Ni on the cliff, and the latter actually received this idea.
"It seems... I can have all the fun today..." The moment Dongfang Ni saw the shadow, his murderous intent rose.
The two figures and shadows standing at the pinnacle of the world stood silently, waiting. The sword power of the two sides soared, and the invisible duel was evenly divided.
In a sudden moment, both of them moved. The moment they got closer, a sword shadow appeared in the hand of the shadow. The emperor held the killing sword tightly in his hand. One move, ten moves, a hundred moves, the two sword paths intertwined with yin and yang, and the attack and defense alternated.
, enjoy the performance of the sword with speed, accuracy and stability.
Thousands of moves had passed in an instant, and Fenghui Sword Technique reached new heights at the limit, becoming more and more exquisite. However, the shadow sword could not defeat the master of the sword. At the moment when the thousand moves ended, the shadow sword collapsed, and the shadow wielder
Reluctantly retreated.
"The extreme sword moves, you and I are no different... This has surprised me... However, tangible moves have their limitations after all... A tie at this time does not mean that you can be on an equal footing with me! Pick me up
The last move! Ten Thousand Swords and One Tomb: The Emperor's Final Rest—!" Dongfang Ni sneered and used the Emperor Sword Technique again. The power of the sword can shake the world!
Ten thousand swords return to one mausoleum, and the mortal body is embarrassed and has elapsed for thousands of years.
When the emperor's tomb ends, how can the real dragon escape to the end of the world?
It is another extremely negative move, the aura of death attached to it declares the emperor's unwillingness, hopelessness and helplessness in the end.
Facing Dongfang Ni's killing move, the transformed Dongfang Fan urged his sword intent again, trying to use an innovative move——
With extreme benevolence, all sins can be forgiven; if everyone is benevolent, war will be stopped in the world!
The sword intention, full of compassion, hope and protective thoughts, breaks through the shackles of the sword at this moment and takes a half-step towards a newer level of sword awareness!
"The final form of the Zhanlu Sword Technique: Stop the war in the world!"
Negativity and positivity, negativity and positivity, darkness and light, all have their own meanings because of their existence, so that no one can defeat the other. This ultimate sword showdown is destined to leave incomprehensible suspense in the end...
The shadows were scattered, the emperor was injured, and everyone in Longquan Canyon was missing.
"My king, do you want to pursue..." Ximen Zheng came to Dongfang Ni and asked.
"No need... that blow just now wasted 40% of my strength... and that move seemed to have suppressed my cultivation invisibly... so that I could only use 70% of my strength for a period of time.
Strength... It's just a waste of time to continue chasing. Anyway, the body I want will eventually appear in the royal city... I can only suppress my anxious thoughts for the time being... Go back to the royal city to take a rest." Although Dongfang Ni was injured.
, but not angry.
In this way, the monarch and his ministers returned to the royal city...
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Tianling King City, in a civilian house next to the east city gate, lives an old couple who are over sixty years old but have no children.
The old couple picked up a seven- or eight-year-old boy from the river outside the city six months ago. After some questioning, they learned that the boy was an orphan who had lost his support during the war, and also lost his life.
There are so many memories that I don’t even know where they come from.
When the old couple asked the boy his name, he replied: "Unknown."
The old couple had always wanted to adopt a child since before the White Walkers plagued the world, so they took in the boy and took care of him as their own descendant. At the same time, they also named the boy "nameless" as his descendant.
name.
On this day, Wuming followed an old couple to the market to buy groceries. When passing by a weapons store, he saw two young men of seventeen or eighteen years old arguing. Wuming, who was extremely curious, approached them with his head twisted. The old couple and passers-by
After asking around, I found out: It turned out that the two young men were quarreling over a spiritual sword.
"I saw this sword first, first come first served, how dare you snatch it?" the young man in white said angrily. There is a blue bird logo on the right chest of this young man's clothes.
"The money I paid is twice as much as yours. The store has said that they won't sell you, but you still insist on it. How can you be so shameless when you are so poor and insist on it?" The young man in purple retorted with disdain, with a mark on his right chest.
Golden logo with crossed swords.
The people around them only dared to watch and dare not say anything about the dispute between the two, because they were both students of two advanced academies in the city. Those who can enter these two academies will be the pillars of the empire in the future, and anyone who offends them will be in trouble.
It may lead to death.
Wuming didn't understand why, and it was not interesting to see the two scolding each other, and he soon got tired of it.
"Grandpa Lin, Grandma Liu, it's not interesting here, let's go." Wuming grabbed one of Lin Xin and Liu Min's hands with both hands, leaning back, wanting to quickly go to other places to find new fun.
At this moment, two young men in the crowd actually fought each other with swords. Because the crowd around them failed to disperse in time, many people fled back desperately in order not to be affected. This panic,
Someone was knocked down because of his slow speed.
Wuming was attracted by the movement behind him. When he looked back, he saw: a five or six-year-old girl was standing there with an ignorant face watching the fight between the two young men, and the young man in purple was about to slash with his sword.
Here comes the girl!
At this time, Wuming rushed out with incomprehensible mobility...
