The golden light flashed across the jet-black pupils. At this time, after Long Canghao signed the contract with Aotian Sword, the aura around his body increased several times.
Feeling the comfortable feeling in his body from the inside out, Long Canghao looked at the golden sword in his hand, and a domineering smile filled his eyes.
The Yaizhen Sword was destroyed, but an unparalleled Aotian Sword was obtained, which belonged to Long Canghao.
At this moment, before I could recover from the joy of conquering the Aotian Sword, I felt a strong shaking, and gravel fell from the top of the cave.
With a clang, Long Canghao waved the Aotian Sword in his hand and broke the huge falling stone. With endless majesty and domineering power. Ling Xiao's momentum can destroy all arrogance.
This is the power of the Aotian Divine Sword.
"Walk."
Waving the Aotian Sword again, a burst of strong power broke through the sky and opened the stone cave.
A burst of dazzling light and the warmth of the sun shone on her body. Mo Zhuyue had not felt the warmth of the sun for an unknown amount of time. It might have been a day, or it might have been a year.
The breeze blew by, bringing with it a hint of the fresh smell of leaves. Looking up, the sunlight filtered through the leaves, and the rays of light were like pillars. It was so beautiful.
Compared to the dark and endless cave, the scene in front of me is like a paradise.
"Who are you?"
A wave of hostility spread, and when Mo Zhuyue came to his senses, he realized that he and Long Canghao were stretched out on a huge high platform, and the stone wall behind the high platform had already had a hole.
Hundreds of people surrounded them, holding sharp knives in their hands against the two of them.
"Who are you, who dare to break into the Misty Valley?"
Lost Valley?
The words from the old man's mouth made Mo Zhuyue and Long Canghao look at each other. Did they come to the Misty Valley without knowing it?
It really fits the saying, good fortune lies in the misfortune, and misfortune lies in the good fortune.
Looking at the old man in front of him, he is dressed in black and blue hand-woven fabrics, with a silver collar hanging on his chest, showing a strong Miao style.
At this time, Mo Zhuyue took out a wooden sign from his arms. The wooden sign was engraved with strange totem words. When the old man saw the wooden sign in Mo Zhuyue's hand, a pair of deep eyes flashed with surprise.
.
"Luoluo is actually in your hands. Come here and tie them up for me."
"yes."
In an instant, hundreds of people swarmed up and surrounded Long Canghao and Mo Zhuyue on three levels inside and three outside. What does it mean that Luo Luo is in your hands?
Why does this sentence sound so awkward?
With half-closed eyes, Long Canghao took Mo Zhuyue and took a step back. He saw a golden sword light flying out in an instant. As soon as the huge invisible sword energy blocked everyone's way, they saw the invisible sword energy coming.
The earth, the earth instantly opened a gap.
With a golden sword in her hand, how could Long Canghao allow anyone to hurt her woman?
"If you go further, you will be killed without mercy."
Such domineering, so arrogant. Everyone looked at the man with chills all over their body, and no one dared to take a step forward. The most fearful thing was the Proud Divine Sword in his hand.
The power of the Aotian Divine Sword is unknown to everyone in the Tianwu clan.
"You...who are you? You actually have the Aotian Divine Sword?" The old man strode forward and saw that the golden sword in Long Canghao's hand was the Aotian Divine Sword. "This is the sacred weapon of our clan. Why?"
Will it be in your hands? You dare to steal our artifact. Today, you can't even think of leaving here alive."