Tiger Hill Sword Pond, the sword spirit moves strangely.
Not only did Zhao Changhe and Tang Wanzhuang feel a very familiar sense of déjà vu, but Tang Buqi, who was leading the team to surround Huqiu, stood by the sword pond with nostalgia in his eyes.
Long Que was even more excited in Ling Ruoyu's arms, and kept talking about his heroic appearance back then.
It was here that year that the evil sword leaked from the Sword Emperor's tomb almost destroyed Gusu. The protagonists of that battle underground were Zhao Changhe and Sisi, and the protagonists above ground were Longque and Tang Buqi. Longque
Angered by the shadow of the evil sword, Tang Buqi took on the responsibility of protecting him and faced life and death, thereby establishing the head of the Tang family, who changed from an incompetent person to a "gentleman but not equipped with weapons".
Later, the Sword Emperor's Mausoleum was determined to be a suspicious tomb, and the core that had been dared not to be developed was finally cracked into by the Demon Suppression Division. As expected, it was discovered that the interior of the mausoleum, which had been guarded for so long, was an empty shell and was completely bluffing. After that, it was
Directly fill it up and restore peace and tranquility to Gusu.
Ling Ruoyu didn't like to listen to Longque's bragging, because there was no Zhao Changhe or Xinghe in that battle, only how Longque himself cut down a sword shadow, but it felt like the other party was being described as Xinghe.
But I can only hold back and listen to her bragging. Anyone who knows about that battle will subconsciously connect today's scene with that time. At least the first reaction is "So the sword comes out of Tiger Hill, it really should be
It’s here”.
When Zhao Changhe and Tang Wanzhuang arrived, they happened to see a dark long sword rising slowly from the pool, with the sword tip down and the hilt up, floating in the middle of the pool. The surrounding area was filled with water mist, and it looked very strange.
The fairy spirit and the strong feeling of the night sky flooded into everyone's heart. It was just evening, but it made people feel like they were in a quiet night, and the hustle and bustle of people around them seemed to be completely invisible.
"It is indeed the Galaxy." Many people were whispering: "With such a strong meaning of the night sky, it can only be the legendary Galaxy..."
"This strong pressure and repulsion, and such a sharp sword energy, ordinary people cannot get close to it."
"Nonsense, as you said, the Galaxy Sword creates a world of its own to trap the devil. This is a divine weapon among divine weapons. How can ordinary people touch it?"
"Wu Hou is a friend of King Zhao and a strong man with the third level of secrets, so it should be okay, right?"
"Prime Minister Tang is still here!"
"It just so happens that the galaxy appears at this time and place. If the right time and place are in place, there is no need to worry about this matter."
Zhao Changhe looked at Tang Wanzhuang and saw that Tang Wanzhuang was chuckling. He knew that his wife knew what was going on.
This sword is indeed exactly the same as Xinghe. Others cannot recognize it. How could he, Zhao Changhe, not recognize that this is not Xinghe at all? But the aura inside is indeed similar, and the appearance details and casting process are also exactly the same, except for some that only exist in the Night Palace.
Except for the special material that cannot be replaced, the fake ones are almost the same as the real ones.
You must know that even Tang Wanzhuang cannot be so familiar with the detailed texture of the galaxy. After all, no one except Zhao Changhe himself can hold the sword and look at it endlessly. If the imitation is to be so fake, there is only one possibility - the whole process of making the sword.
The auxiliary Huangfu Qing, Yuan Sanniang, the inheritor of the sword-making craftsmanship, Ye Jiuyou, the birther of the meaning of the night sky, and possibly Yue Hongling, the master of the sword meaning, can create a fake of this level by working together.
In fact, if this level of forgery is created, even if it is not a galaxy, it is already a rare sword.
Ling Ruoyu frowned and looked at the sword, feeling strange in her heart: "Quque, is this really a galaxy?"
Long Que said: "What do you think?"
Ling Ruoyu said: "Why do I always feel different?"
Longque was silent for a moment: "Have you seen the galaxy?"
"No."
"Then why do you think it's different?"
"I don't know... maybe you just think Xinghe should be more powerful?"
"Xinghe has a lot of power. He is just an idiot who can't hit anyone with three poles and can only poke people in the buttocks."
"Then it's not a galaxy."
"Why?"
"Because if it were a galaxy, it would definitely come and beat you if you spoke like that."
Longque: "...became smarter."
"So what should we do now? Should we remind Wu Hou?"
"His aunt is here, why are you trying so hard to become his aunt?"
Ling Ruoyu turned around and looked over. Tang Buqi glanced over and saw his aunt and Zhao Changhe coming. He was determined and said with his hands behind his back: "Let me try it."
With that said, he stepped into the pool with his head held high and was about to swim up the waves.
"Swish, swish!" The sword energy overflowed.
Tang Buqi retreated in embarrassment, his brocade robe had been cut into tatters.
The "majestic and virtuous" Mr. Wu Hou blushed to the roots of his ears and gave Zhao Changhe a fierce look in the crowd. What was written on his face was: Why don't you give me some face with your sword?
Tang Wanzhuang couldn't help but turned her head, and Zhao Changhe also tilted his head to convey: "Who told you this is the Galaxy? Your aunt and I are still analyzing the situation, why are you pretending to be in such a hurry?"
Tang Buqi: "...grass."
The crowd was in an uproar: “Even Wu Hou’s level of cultivation can’t come close to the Divine Sword!”
Tang Buqi twirled his beard and said calmly: "This is just a test. It can be seen that the sword's rejection of those who approach is based on the opponent's practice. If someone with higher strength comes, the backlash will be more severe."
Someone asked: "Wu Hou is also a good friend of King Zhao. There is no problem with Xinghe's closeness. Does it really require King Zhao to come in person?"
Tang Buqi replied calmly: "Ever since my uncle was kicked in the head by a donkey, no one knows what he was thinking. How about you give it a try?"
Zhao Changhe: "?"
Tang Buqi added: "In addition, my uncle is ill and is said to be unable to lift, so he is quite hostile and repulsive towards men like us who can make great achievements. I suggest women come forward and give it a try."
Zhao Changhe: ""
An embroidered shoe was kicked from behind. Tang Buqi flew up like clouds and mist, and was kicked into the sword pond by his own aunt.
"Swish, swish, swish!" The sword energy was flowing wildly, and Tang Buqi was brutally beaten. He covered his lower body and crawled out of the pool like flying.
Countless guests wiped their sweat and bowed: "Prime Minister, this..."
Tang Wanzhuang said calmly: "Xinghe will reject anyone and will not reject me. I just go and get it."
Zhao Changhe nodded.
It's not useless for Tang Buqi to do these two things, so that he can understand the problem.
The sword was forged by my wives. It was used for fishing. It was placed on such an important occasion as the Tang family's banquet, and Tang Wanzhuang was still present. It was easy for the demons to take the sword seriously, and the main force gathered here to cause trouble. In fact,
Sanniang and others had long been waiting in the East China Sea to welcome the birth of Xinghe and ran away...
It just so happens that this kind of birthday banquet has many people and is very convenient for the demons to do their business. It is the best fishing ground. For so many years, it has been difficult for Zhenmo Si to distinguish who are the demons of heaven and who are controlled by the demonic energy.
, in this birthday banquet, most of the pretenders can be revealed, once and for all.
Poor birthday banquet protagonist himself didn’t know that his birthday banquet was so valuable. Even Tang Wanzhuang was probably not told clearly that the witches of the Four Elephants Sect were using Tang Wanzhuang’s performance to deceive people, but Wanzhuang must have seen through it.
, in cooperation.
As for the chaos, there will never be any trouble. Because it is Ye Jiuyou himself who is hiding in the fake galaxy pretending to be a "spirit". Coupled with the omnipresent Piaomiao, it is enough to protect the people at the birthday banquet intact, and then bring the demons of heaven and earth to justice.
Catch them all in one fell swoop.
Therefore, the "natural attack of the divine sword" that Tang Buqi suffered before was not at the same level as what he suffered after scolding Zhao Changhe for not doing so... He was really looking for death. In front of a witch like Jiuyou, scolding her man, if he hadn't seen
For the sake of being my husband's friend, I really don't care about him now.
Tang Wanzhuang stepped forward through the water. Sure enough, the fake sword seemed to feel the approach of her relatives. There was no attack from the sword energy at all. It was held by her honestly. Everything looked like how a real galaxy should behave.
But Tang Wanzhuang held the hilt of the sword but couldn't take it away, as if Xinghe was losing her temper and refused to follow her.
Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly and exploded with all her strength.
At the moment when she was competing with Xinghe, a terrifying black light suddenly erupted from the bottom of the pool, piercing Tang Wanzhuang's heart.
"Bang!" Tang Wanzhuang turned around and struck a black light, causing her to stagger slightly.
At the same time, at least half of the guests who were watching suddenly unsheathed their swords and placed them on the necks of their friends. At this moment, the entire Tiger Hill turned into a devil's cave. Black mist shrouded the heads of countless devils. Connections gathered, and the sky again
A demonic face appeared and shouted: "Tang Wanzhuang! Let go of Xinghe, otherwise this place will become a river of blood!"
Tang Wanzhuang seemed to hesitate slightly and let go of the fake galaxy. The black light swept across and directly rolled the fake galaxy into the sky.
Hei Wu continued to yell at Ling Ruoyu: "And that girl, throw the dragon bird over here!"
Tang Wanzhuang said calmly: "You just want Xinghe, why do you have to have Longque?"
The black mist rolled around Xinghe and sneered: "Xinghe has an extremely indifferent temperament. Even if he knows that you are one of his own, he will not easily follow you, unless he has the dragon bird who has been with him since he was a child."
Ling Ruoyu was dumbfounded.
I dare you to grab the dragon bird like crazy, it’s all for this from beginning to end.
Longque was also stupid.
I thought you wanted to rob me so much. Is it true that you robbed me to kidnap Xinghe?
So who am I? Just a sugar-coated haws used to kidnap children?
Ling Ruoyu didn't know what to do for a moment, so he looked at the "Senior Ancient Demon God" beside him for help.
Zhao Changhe smiled slightly: "The third level of imperial realm... It's really worthy of him. After thirty years of gathering, he can still develop such a strong gathering of strength."
The third level of Yujing? Ling Ruoyu's heart pounded and he lowered his voice: "What should I do, senior? Xinghe is fake. If you are robbed, you will be robbed. But Dragon Bird is real, and it is not okay for Dragon Bird to be taken away by them!"
"It's okay, I think Longque has gone crazy now and will let them drink a pot..."
Ling Ruoyu looked at the broad knife in his hand hesitantly. The broken knife was trembling, and he was obviously very angry: "I am Tanghulu...I am Tanghulu?"
The tremors were getting heavier and heavier, and Ling Ruoyu couldn't hold on at all. With a "swish" sound, the dragon bird shot into the sky, and the violent blood-colored sword light smashed into the sky demon's face: "Who do you think is the candied haws?"
Demon Face: "?"
I didn’t say you were a candied haws of sugar...
There seemed to be a dragon roaring, and the blood-colored sword light turned into the shape of a dragon head and a bird's body, shooting straight into the sky.
"You, Longque, are nothing but a mid-level sword of heavenly quality. How come you want to kill me? Just stay here!" The demon face sprouted a hand and grasped it in the air, as if to pinch Longque's neck.
Ling Ruoyu looked up and sweated nervously: "Queque..."
Unexpectedly, Zhao Changhe beside him gently stretched out his hand and made a false strike.
"Boom!" A terrifying energy impact came from the sky, the demonic shadow was torn apart, and a shrill scream came: "You, this is not your own power, why do you seem to have a master to transport your power?"
Longque laughed wildly: "You idiot! If you still want to catch me, go to hell! Who is the candied haws on a stick! Who is the candied haws on a stick!"
The broad knife slashed at random.
"Swish, swish!" The demonic energy fled in all directions.
The fake galaxy exploded with a bang, and the scattered fragments formed a dark sky. All the demonic energy seemed to have fallen into a dragnet, running rampant but unable to break free.
The demonic energy twisted and howled: "Ye Jiuyou? This... this is not the galaxy!"
Ye Jiuyou's graceful figure appeared in the void: "It's not too late for you to know now."
"It seems that this is just a trap. The East China Sea is real... but you think we are unprepared? You lured us here, so why didn't we lure you Ye Jiuyou into the trap?"
Ye Jiuyou smiled slightly: "Then get ready... Let me remind you again that today's Three Realms have long been ours. Those who are like flies and dogs have nothing to do, and they only deserve to be caught in our jar."
"You take human life as a priority and waste the lives of the people. How are you different from us? How dare you say that this is your world? Do it!"
Following the words, the swords held by all the demon disciples on the necks of the guests suddenly moved.
But he was shocked to find that he couldn't move.
An ethereal figure appeared in the void and smiled slightly: "I have done this twice, and you still don't have a long memory. Yangyang, let's do it."
Outside Tiger Hill, Cui Yuanyang, the leader of the Demon Suppressing Division who had been lying in wait for a long time, led the elite troops of the Demon Suppressing Division and rushed in. Inside Tiger Hill, Tang Wanzhuang suddenly took action. In just an instant, thousands of demon disciples were captured.
Ling Ruoyu looked at the situation and drew his sword and stepped forward to help, but suddenly his heart palpitated.
Suddenly looking back to the east, at the seaside not far away, the sky suddenly darkened, and a real night-like pressure descended on the world.
"Boom!"
The huge sword shadow slowly rose from the sea, gradually suspended on the sea surface, and then slowly ascended to the nine heavens.
That huge sword shape, the pressure that covers all the people, compared to the fake Huqiu Sword Pool just now is like a firefly compared to the sun and the moon, a poor imitation show.
On the sea, Sanniang stretched out her hand and held her sword: "Good boy Xinghe, the idiot has been lured away by us with false pretenses. Go home with your aunt."
The galaxy refused to move.
Sanniang frowned.
The devil face over at Huqiu is right. Zhen Xinghe has an indifferent temperament and will not follow people casually. I originally thought that the soul in the sword can be easily controlled, but I didn't expect that it is still so stubborn after it loses its soul. It is an instinct.
What is the residue of it?
None of Zhao Changhe's two children makes anyone worry.
Just as he was thinking this, the Xinghe Sword suddenly moved and stabbed Sanniang's lower abdomen.
The demonic shadow trapped by Jiuyou over there also said at this time, "Do you really think we are unprepared?"
They were indeed prepared.
The demonic energy of living beings and all kinds of phantom beasts do not only exist on land, but there are also many buried deep in the ocean.
The arrangement on the land was led away by the fake sword, but the arrangement lurking in the ocean never moved. The moment the real galaxy broke out of its own space, it was already contaminated with the demonic energy in the sea, forming a kind of "body-seizing"
" situation.
If the sword spirit is not there, of course they can use the demon spirit to seize the body. From now on, the true galaxy will be theirs.
It's a pity that they are prepared, and the Four Symbols Sect is even more prepared.
The moment Xinghe made a sneak attack, an incomparably strong tortoise shell appeared on Sanniang's lower abdomen.
The demon spirit that had just "seized the body" and had not fully controlled the power of the divine sword was obviously unable to break through Xuanwu's defense. Instead, it was staggered and doubled several times.
The demon spirit was not entangled with Sanniang, and rushed straight through the void to the sky above Huqiu, trying to rescue the demon face who was besieged by Jiuyou. In the sea near Gusu, everyone was already very close. For their speed, the response was too much.
It only takes a moment.
At the same time, dense black mist finally appeared on the huge sea surface, quickly gathering into a mass, once again forming the shape of a demon.
Flames rose in the sky, meteors and fire rained down, forming the shape of a red bird in the sky, roaring down towards the sea demon: "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
The waves around the demon formed a binding tornado. Sanniang stood on the dragon's head with a whip and said with a smile: "It stands to reason that when Xinghe appears in the world, Changhe wakes up. At this time, Changhe just opened his eyes from his kennel, and wanted to take advantage of this time difference to get rid of him in advance.
Xinghe, do you really think we are all just watching a show?"
The whip was whipped with a "snap" sound, and the firebirds roared from the sky.
The sea demon didn't even have time to gather its form, and was toyed with on the spot by two sages from the Four Elephants Sect like a spinning top, leaving it howling in frustration.
Driven by the demon spirit, Zhen Xinghe has gone straight to the place where Ye Jiuyou and Demon Face are locked in a stalemate. When he sees that he is about to break open the prison, the sword light rises again in the sky.
The Milky Way flows from the East China Sea to the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun spreads across the sky from west to east. The figure in red is like a solitary Hong, flying in the sky.
Ling Ruoyu clenched his fists excitedly: "Master!"
"Cang!" The tip of the sword that cut through the sky accurately hit the tip of the Xinghe sword, and Yue Hongling groaned and fell backwards.
Ling Ruoyu's expression froze on her face. She clearly saw the ancient demon god suddenly appearing behind her master and putting her arms around her waist.
The master looked back at the man's face, and a sweet smile appeared on his pretty face that was almost always sullen and stern: "Have you had enough fun?"
"Enough fun." The ancient senior replied.
Ling Ruoyu turned to stone again, showing signs of splitting.
Yue Hongling was repulsed, and the Xinghe Sword also felt uncomfortable, falling to the ground. A white jade-like delicate hand suddenly appeared in the void, trying to snatch Xinghe away.
Ling Ruoyu watched in stunned silence as the ancient senior grabbed the dragon bird and jumped towards the delicate hand: "When I waited until this moment, I thought I was going to be the Yin Tian Dao, but I didn't expect it would be you in the end. Stop, you stinking blind man!"
"What is that!" Someone on the ground exclaimed: "Is that the gods and Buddhas have dispersed?"
"Yes, I have seen Leader Xue of the Blood God Sect use this trick. There is no doubt that the gods and Buddhas were scattered."
"Who is that figure?"
"Dragon Bird's own image, right?"
The image is bullshit. Ling Ruoyu stared blankly at the sky, and all his confusion was suddenly solved.
"Bang!" Ye Wuming's hand was too late to grab Xinghe, so he had to slap it back on Longque's side. During the fight, Xinghe had already fallen below.
Zhao Changhe's voice came from above: "Ruoyu, take the sword!"
Ling Ruoyu was confused: "Me?"
The Xinghe Sword is even inferior to Master Xuanwu. I, a little Kalami, dare to hold it, and I won't be chopped into seventeen or eighteen pieces...
But the movements of his hands were still faster than his brain. Over there, Zhao Changhe was no match for Ye Wuming, and was knocked away by a palm. Ye Wuming was about to take the sword, but a girl jumped up and grabbed Xinghe.