Chapter 639: A little sword light, startling everything
King of Swords!
Countless disciples were boiling like a frying pan. They were all in awe and stood up from the table in unison.
All eyes were focused on the wonderful martial arts stage!
However, Xiao Li's clothes were lifted up by the hurricane. When she swung her sword, waves of sword light emitted. The light-black brilliance was like a throne totem, containing a devastating momentum!
When Chu Yue saw this scene, a smile appeared in her eyes.
In Lingtian Continent, after becoming a warrior, while practicing martial arts, they will focus on weapons.
Among all kinds of dazzling weapons, only swords, guns, swords and halberds can be divided into different levels.
Those who practice the four major weapons all practice according to the same level. For example, the swordsmen of the three elders Yunxi are: Swordsman, Sword Attendant, Sword King, Sword Spirit, Sword Master, Sword Flame, Sword King——
Xiao Li has been practicing the sword all his life, practicing the path of a swordsman and practicing the killing sword technique!
now.
She stood in the hunting wind, raised her eyes, and saw a flash of blood in the center of her amber pupils!
In an instant, he turned into a butcher who sacrificed his blood!
When Xiao Li released the Sword King Rank, Fan Ping'an's complexion suddenly changed, turning pale as paper, and his eyes that were ferocious and arrogant just now suddenly gave rise to endless fear.
"Junior Sister Xiao is actually the Sword King...I'm going..."
Zhuge Hong swallowed and his eyes widened in astonishment: "To practice weapons, the warrior realm is the cornerstone. Junior Sister Xiao is only at the warrior realm now. Not only can she practice weapons, she is also a sword king!"
It should be noted that the word "King of Swordsmen" is something that many swordsmen cannot accomplish in their entire lives!
"Last time when we fought against Tu Weiwei in the Yuanshi Hall, Xiaoli didn't seem to be a formal swordsman yet. It's only been half a month..."
Zhou Xuan said in surprise: "Furthermore, in the past half month, Junior Sister Xiao has been recovering from her injuries, so how can she find the time to practice for breakthroughs?"
Xue Cheng's movement of shaking the folding fan froze for a while, then his eyes were hot and he laughed loudly: "Brother Zhuge, look at this, this is the general who will protect the country in the future of our Shenwu Kingdom. Do you think he is majestic or not?"
Xie Zimo on the side turned his head with complicated eyes...
The Shenwu Empire, which had been trampled on for several years in the past, now has two generals, Zhenbei and Protector, both of whom are born warriors and heroes among women.
It is conceivable that the Shenwu Empire in the future will once again establish the glorious Xuanyuan Dynasty in this vast land of rivers and rivers!
Xie Zimo even thought that that day might be in the near future...
The disciples around him were discussing Xiao Li's Sword King cultivation with great enthusiasm. Lu Qiong and others who were high up in the sky were also in a mood that was hard to calm down.
Mu Chenhai was wearing armor and sitting on the martial arts throne, looking down, thoughtfully.
I can't help but think of the sister in my memory, a girl who became a swordsman in the warrior realm!
At that time in Mu Mansion in Beizhou, the girl's sword brilliance astounded the world!
Unknowingly, Mu Chenhai's eyes were slightly red and already a little moist.
Since my sister left, my mother became a monk and lived in a temple and never came back. The ancient Buddha of the Green Lantern will always be with her throughout her life, and the Mu Mansion in Beizhou no longer has the warmth of the past.
boom!
The sound of the sword whistling like the wind awakened Mu Chenhai who was still immersed in the old days.
Mu Chenhai quietly wiped away his tears, no longer so fierce and majestic, and his eyes looked a little softer as he looked at the martial arts battle platform.
I saw Xiao Li's Sword King aura reaching the extreme!
The sword light gathered together, like splashing ink, and formed a huge black throne above her head.
A trace of blood-colored mist spread from the throne!