There was a loud "boom", and after the earth shook violently, it gradually returned to calm.
The strong wind stopped, the dark clouds quickly dissipated, and golden light fell from the gaps in the clouds.
The ground was in a mess, and Linze, covered in blood, and the halberd in his hand were the focus of all eyes.
Wei Zi blinked his eyes and stared blankly at the magic weapon that was exactly the same as in his memory.
Time flies by, and the torrent of years continues to surge.
Those old friends and old objects that had long been washed away and buried by time quietly reunited unexpectedly.
Long Aotian raised his head, looked across Linze, and landed on the young child sitting under the canopy of the chariot.
He was only eleven or twelve years old, sitting there upright, like an immortal, calm and unfazed by the mess around him.
Is he——Ji Xiu? Long Aotian turned his head and asked Wei Zi with his eyes.
*
Lin Ze held the Zhu Xie Halberd in his hand and said in a cold voice, "Who are you?"
"Ji Xuanyuan."
The child's voice that had not yet changed came from Ji Xiu's mouth. He admitted it openly and said softly: "My hands and feet were cut off, my soul was sacrificed to heaven, and you can still be reborn. Chi You, I underestimated you. But it doesn't matter.
How I could seal you back then can still be done now."
Lin Zedang didn't understand the provocative words and just said: "You are not Ji Xuanyuan."
Ji Xiu smiled: "Of course I am Ji Xuanyuan."
He stood up, spread his hands, and the attendant at the chariot respectfully handed him a sword.
The sword had no scabbard. The handle and half of the sword looked like ancient swords, but the remaining half was brand new.
Ji Xiu's fingers slid down from the upper end of the sword, and finally stopped at the junction of the old and the new. He pressed it gently with his knuckles and said: "If you don't use that half to seal the Hongming Sword, today I will
What you have in your hand is the complete Xuanyuan Sword, which is a pity."
He smiled slightly: "However, even if you only have half a Xuanyuan Sword, you are not my opponent."
The long sword pointed to the sky, and an ancient mantra was silently recited in his mouth.
The next moment, a thunder fell between the sky and the earth.
Accompanying the thunder was the long roar of a dragon.
The sea of clouds rolled in the sky, and a huge dark shadow swam in it.
"I'll just use you to refine a new half Xuanyuan Sword." Ji Xiu was smiling, but his voice was so cold that it could freeze everything: "Chi You, go to hell."
*
Not far away, Long Aotian pointed at the huge creature shuttled between the clouds and asked Wei Zi in disbelief: "Is that a dragon?"
"Yinglong, the sword spirit of Xuanyuan Sword." Wei Zi's heart was also ice cold.
Previously, she and Feng Danyuan had guessed that there might be the sword spirit Yinglong in the remaining half of the Xuanyuan Sword, but now that she had seen the confirmation, she was in a different state of mind.
There seems to be no chance of winning this battle.
Yinglong is the most powerful mythical beast in ancient times. Tianyu and Nvwa were powerless against it back then, but now without the power of the witch god, they are even more vulnerable to it.
Zhu Xie's Halberd may be able to fight Xuanyuan Sword, but there is no spiritual object in Zhu Xie's Halberd, so it cannot fight against Yinglong.
"It's not good, isn't it?" Long Aotian felt melancholy when he saw Wei Zi's face.
My arms were almost numb from the pain, and now I felt despair in my heart.
