The roaring Honglu Sword shook violently, Feng Jueyu's heart sank, and he involuntarily stumbled several meters to the left.
"Treasure of God?"
Feeling the powerful spirit of Honglu Sword, Feng Jueyu frowned, knowing that he had met his opponent today. Such thoughts flashed through his mind. He shook his numb palm, twisted his fingers, and touched
Black light overflowed, and in a daze, everyone saw a huge black sword in his hand.
The Sky Falling Sword is completely natural, with the force of a huge mountain and thick soil. The sword body is as big as a chair, and is one minute longer than the ordinary snake spear. Holding this giant sword in your hand, you can carry it on your shoulder.
When compared with others, it looks like a naughty boy playing tricks, which is a bit ridiculous.
However, the power of the Heavenly Falling Sword is not comparable to that of ordinary strong men, especially its natural thickness. Just looking at it in your hand will make people breathless.
But none of these are the most important.
The most important thing is that this sword was the sword that the Dragon King often used when he started his grand hegemony.
In the past, not many people recognized the existence of this sword, and it did not cause any commotion. Today, Feng Jueyu encountered the Honglu Sword and had no choice but to take it out. However, he did not notice that there were many swords on this mountain.
They are the descendants of some Hongtuzhao. Although they have not experienced the huge storm like the turbulent waves thousands of years ago, there are many records in the clan's ancient books.
The legend about the Sky Falling Sword has been well known to the descendants of Feng, Wu, and Ling families since early in their enlightenment stage.
Therefore, when Feng Jueyu took out the Sky Falling Sword, Ling Yongzan and the followers he brought, as well as Feng Yunzhe and Fengyun Lei, who were present, froze in place almost at the same time.
"Brother Zan, is this the Heavenly Falling Sword?" The followers around Ling Yongzan are also disciples of the Ling family, so they are naturally familiar with the history of the Ling family.
As soon as this statement came out, many people around him were shocked, and their eyes looking at Feng Jueyu began to become complicated and intriguing.
"Sky Falling Sword? Why does the name sound so familiar?"
"Idiot, the Sky Falling Sword was the personal sword of the Dragon Emperor thousands of years ago. Have you never heard of this?"
"What? You mean, the person named Feng is holding a relic from the Dragon Emperor? How is that possible?"
"I don't think it's possible either, maybe I'm wrong?"
Everyone was astonished and whispered to each other, and Fengyun Lei not far away was even more shocked and said: "Yun Che, is this really the Heavenly Falling Sword? How come the relics of Lord Dragon King are in his hands?"
"No, no, it must be a fake, or we have seen it wrong. Lord Dragon Emperor's Heavenly Falling Sword has long since disappeared with you. It is impossible for it to appear, let alone for an unknown boy. This
It must be fake, it must be fake.”
Feng Yunzhe denied it in disbelief, shaking his head like a rattle, but his consciousness inadvertently wrapped around the Skyfall Sword.
For thousands of years, three hundred warriors followed the Dragon King to conquer the world. Some of the old people did have the ability to identify the falling sword from the sky. However, those old people are now dead, sitting and sitting, and the few remaining ones are also
He has been guarding his clan and territory all year round without any competition from the world, and his ability to identify the falling sword from the sky will not be passed on to his descendants.
However, there is a powerful talisman in Hongtuji, called the "Emissary's Seal". It is Hongtuji's secret that no one can learn except Hongtuji. Even within the Hongtuji family, only the most powerful talisman can learn it.
Only successful disciples are qualified to practice.
Feng Yunzhe was born in a family with great ambitions and was extremely talented. Naturally, he had mastered the "Emissary Seal" early. Now that he saw that it was difficult to distinguish the authenticity of the Sky Falling Sword and felt itchy, he unconsciously activated his spiritual consciousness and secretly used it.
"Messenger's Seal", the falling sword flew out towards the sky.
As his spiritual consciousness surged, a dragon-shaped seal suddenly flew out and hit the Sky Falling Sword with great precision. The pitch-black Sky Falling Giant Sword instantly made waves, and then the sound of dragon roars rang out on the barren mountain.
I saw a giant golden dragon wrapped around the sword body and rushing towards the hilt.
This move caused an uproar in the audience.
Feng Jueyu stood tall with the giant sword in hand, watching the golden dragon climb up the back of his hand, but the giant sword falling from the sky did not react too much, but the black light became stronger, and then the sword energy was shattered into seven or eight by the golden dragon.
segment, dissipated on the spot.
"what's the situation?"
Many strong men looked at Feng Yunzhe in unison, and the latter took two steps back in panic, with complicated emotions in his eyes. After the golden dragon dissipated, it actually left a dragon-shaped mark on the sword.
It's small, and it's not very clear if you don't look carefully, but the sword spirit that stirred up the giant sword vaguely forced out the sword spirit's body. It turned out to be a miniature five-clawed golden dragon, with the dragon's body stretched straight out, revealing its horns.
The teeth and dragon claws look like long swords.
The sword spirit flashed, then disappeared, merged into the sword body, and disappeared without a trace.
But the scene of the sword spirit flashing was caught by Ling Yongzan. He took a deep breath, and greed immediately appeared in his eyes.
The disciples of the Ling family who were following Ling Yongzan took a deep breath, subconsciously took out the long sword and held it in his hand, and praised Ling Yong in a low voice: "Brother Zan, is this the Golden Dragon Sword Soul? Is it possible?
Is it really the Heavenly Falling Sword?"
Ling Yongzan's whole body tensed up as if facing a formidable enemy, and he said in a deep voice: "The seal of the messenger can only distinguish the spirit of the weapon in the sword, but the sword spirit in the Sky Falling Sword was the result of the Dragon Emperor refining more than a dozen kinds of dragon souls.
OK, the sword spirit method is not just a five-clawed golden dragon, its appearance is ever-changing, and the messenger seal cannot fully identify the true form of the sword. If you want to identify the Tianpeng sword, the family leader must use the dragon messenger seal method.
It can be done.”
The man nodded when he heard this and said: "But after all, this sword has the soul of the Golden Dragon Sword. What if it is the Sky Falling Sword?"
"So if we want to snatch it back, if we have the Skyfall Sword in our hands, the Ling family will be able to give orders to the surviving family members. At that time, even if our Ling family dominates the Nine Realms Mountains, no one will dare to say no, or even need to
What a bullshit marriage, the Heavenly Falling Sword is a token of the Dragon Emperor, which allows Hong Tu to make the surviving family obey orders."
There was greed in Ling Yongzan's eyes, and the original divine power in his body could not help but surge up. After several weeks of circulation of inner energy, Ling Yongzan's momentum increased by more than several times.
"Feng, hand over the sword in your hand. This is a token of the Dragon King. It's not something a kid like you can use. Hand it over now."
On the other side, Feng Yunlei saw Ling Yongzan's attitude change drastically, from revenge to sword grabbing. He immediately took out a long sword with a silver dragon handle and said to Feng Yunche: "Brother, this is the Sky Falling Sword, you have to grab it.
, if we can obtain this sword, just by relying on the Dragon King’s instructions, we, the Feng family, can regroup and take back the remaining "Book of Fate"."
Feng Yunzhe's pupils shrank and he nodded: "That's exactly what I meant. Although the messenger's seal cannot yet tell whether the sword is genuine or not, I would rather kill the wrong one than let it go."
Whoosh!
The two men looked at each other and nodded, then their bodies suddenly swayed and surrounded Feng Jueyu from the left to the right.
Through the whispers of the Ling family and the Feng family, the people around them also realized something. For a time, Xianluo Xinlu, the prince of the Daxi Ruri Dynasty, Xihuaigu, the fair swordsman of the Splendid Land... and so on, came from the Nine Realms.
The strong men from the mountain gathered around him one after another.
"I didn't expect that the sword in his hand turned out to be the Dragon King's relic, the Heavenly Falling Sword. We were all mistaken." Beside Xi Huaigu, the disciple of Longyang Dongxuan Shang's real disciple's pupils suddenly dilated, and there was endless jealousy in his eyes.
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Xi Huaigu sighed speechlessly, grinding his teeth and said: "Originally, the man named Feng could help us get rid of Luo Shihong, a serious problem, but we didn't expect that he actually aroused public anger. Should we take action? The Falling Sword is too important today. With this sword,
The hand can command the grand plan to save the surviving people, this is not ordinary important."
"If you ask me, just grab it." He immediately clenched his fist.
Not far away, Luo Xuexin, when she heard that the giant sword in Feng Jueyu's hand was the Sky Falling Sword, she had already backed away far away, not daring to come forward at all.
In a moment, waves of malicious murderous aura surged up, and almost more than half of the dozens of strong men on the barren mountains slowly surrounded Feng Jueyu.
Feng Jueyu didn't expect that he had offended the public, and he didn't even know that there was such a big secret behind the Sky Falling Sword. After scolding Long Zhan in his heart, he pulled out his chest and carried the Sky Falling Sword to Luo Shihong.
Walked over there.
"What does this guy want to do? When did I offend him?"
Luo Shihong, who had almost adjusted his breath, was still confused. When he saw that Feng Jueyu had been surrounded by more than ten or twenty powerful Qiankun realm masters, they still had no intention of letting him go, and he couldn't help but feel a little numb.
"Junior brother, why exactly?"
"I don't know, but this guy is rude and rude, and now he has made people angry again. No matter what he wants to do, just kill him."
"That's right."
Luo Shihong's eyes widened, he choked, took out the treasure blade from the treasure bag, and stood up without any fear.
"kill!"
After several twists and turns, Ling Yongzan took the lead in launching an offensive. He raised his sword and stabbed Feng Jueyu. He was like the fuse of a dynamite barrel. He didn't move at all, and his movements were shocking.
At the same time that Ling Yongzan took action, at least seven or eight people around him also attacked Feng Jueyu. There were more than ten magical weapons that were not inferior to the Heavenly Treasure level and flew towards Feng Jueyu's head at the same time.
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"You alone are worthy of snatching my sword?"
Feng Jueyu knew that he was in danger, so he decided not to hold back any longer. As he was walking forward, he saw countless spiritual lights flashing on, and immediately a talisman waved his sleeve and slapped it on the ground.
"boom!"
There was a violent roar, and a black fire appeared between Feng Jueyu's eyebrows. This fire was like a flash of fire, and it was firmly imprinted on his eyebrows and would not spread. At the same time, the formation was nameless.
Immediately after the completion, Feng Jueyu shrunk and suddenly disappeared into the formation.
Not far away, a dancer and flag-bearing disciple hiding in the corner of the Chixia Pantian Formation was looking at the barren mountain scene where the chaos had begun. After a few breaths of shock, he shrank on the spot and looked far away.