Emperor Zhenwu is in the center, and the Nine Nether Thunder Sword is lying quietly on the ground at this moment, no longer as domineering as before.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Strong.
Luo Wanjun lowered her head and kept sobbing softly, her pear blossoms were filled with tears, and her lips were bitten until they turned purple.
"Amitabha, Amitabha..." Bai Jie clasped his hands together and let his tears fall down, dripping on the monk's robe.
"Okay, don't cry anymore!" Zi Yushu wiped away his tears and swallowed his tears, his handsome face extremely tough: "How does the master teach us on weekdays, put the country first! Put important things first! Isn't it embarrassing to cry? !" Clenching his fists, Zi Yushu was shaking violently, and his teeth were almost broken.
"Second Senior Brother!" Bing Pengkun burst into tears and cried uncontrollably.
"Come on, cheer up, we must fulfill the master's last wish!" Zi Yushu said in a trembling voice.
The figure standing proudly did not fall.
The color of indifference is like a stone sculpture, but it has long been exhausted and has no breath of life. He is the unfailing pillar and spiritual leader of the ancient Chinese country. Because of his existence, the ancient Chinese country can stand on top of the entire world. Afraid of other countries.
True Martial Emperor!
This is a god-like man.
but……
But it was such a sad departure.
"Pengkun, Wanjun, you go and patrol around." Bai Jie finally raised his head. As the senior brother, he must take responsibility and endure the pain no matter how hard it is. Just like the master, even if his life is in danger, but...he still Doing what he should do and what he must do.
"Yushu. Place the master's body."
"I'm going to get the thunder knife."
Bai Jie's steps were heavy.
The sadness in everyone's face was palpable. Each of them was promoted by Emperor Zhenwu's direct guidance. Emperor Zhenwu treated them not only as a master, but also as a father. The expression of emotion came from the heart and was extremely sincere.
"Elder brother." Zi Yushu's voice was hoarse.
"Master's death must be kept strictly confidential." Bai Jie said solemnly: "Once it is leaked, it will not only affect our Zhenwu Dojo, but even the entire ancient China..."
"It might all collapse!"
Zi Yushu nodded: "I understand."
Emperor Zhenwu was a real pillar of ancient China and had an irreplaceable role. Once the news of his death spread, it would not only cause earthquakes and panic throughout the ancient China, but also attract the sneers and greed of the other six ancient countries. , ambition explodes!
A great battle at the beginning of the Zhanwu era is very likely
Turn it on again!
"Who is it!" Zi Yushu's handsome face was filled with ferocious anger, "Who is the murderer who hurt the master to this extent!"
"I don't know." Bai Jie sighed.
The two looked at each other with deep fear in their eyes.
The ideas coincide.
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Use hatred to urge the sword to attack "hatred".
Use domineering power to activate the Purple Thunder Sword Technique.
Although Lin Feng has never really learned the Purple Thunder Sword Technique, he only has its form in his memory. It is impossible to learn it based on the only direct confrontation with the Jiuyou Thunder Sword. However, in the mausoleum of Emperor Qin, the intricate sword However, it allowed Lin Feng to completely enter the artistic conception of the Purple Thunder Sword Technique.
A set of sword techniques with basically the same general artistic conception.
Just like the water in a river, it may be clear, turbid, or continuous, but its essence remains unchanged.
and……
The meaning of the sword in Emperor Qin's Mausoleum is the most profound. Lin Feng's clearest perception is the broken dragon stone pillar. It is like a sculpture, leaving part of the sword's meaning above. When he first understood its meaning, supplemented by the overbearing perception of urging the power of the sword, Lin Feng's
The sword is constantly changing.
one day.
Two days.
Three days...
Time passes slowly.
Lin Feng's swords are getting better and better day by day. Now his sword skills are naturally domineering. Although he is still not as domineering as Xiang Yu who overlooks the world, he has reached Lin Feng's own realm. Compared with the previous swords driven by hatred, they are much more majestic and more powerful.
Much bigger.
From the fork in the small path, return to the real road of swordsmanship.
"Broken!" Lin Feng yelled.
A trace of thunder and lightning force fiercely urged the grain, a simple and clear knife, supplemented by his strongest explosive power.
Boom! Break through the invisible barrier.
Although the ripples failed to break through the barrier, they were countless times stronger than the sword strike three days ago.
"Drink!" Lin Feng's eyes were intense.
In an instant, the Nine Dragons Scripture began to flow, and spiritual energy exploded.
Although the titanium-level body has long since disappeared, Lin Feng's current attack power is even worse than the strongest blow three days ago. The spring thunder roared, and the power of thunder and lightning surged out of the body, even a little bit of it was tyrannical.
of destructive power.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The power of the knife is continuous, Lin Feng feels like venting, like testing the knife, and like an explosion.
However, the invisible barrier rippled in waves, and although the movement was more than ten times stronger than before, it was just like throwing a pebble into the lake, or the difference between a rock.
It has no effect.
"Don't waste your energy." The voice was calm and went straight into his ears.
Lin Feng stopped and looked at his hands, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes. He turned around and saw the virtual image of Overlord Xiang Yu. He bowed his head and said, "Thank you, senior, for your guidance."
"What does it have to do with me if you realized it on your own?" Xiang Yu smiled coldly.
Lin Feng shook his head: "Senior is a real master of swordsmanship. Although he said it casually, he was every word of it, which benefited the juniors a lot."
It’s not an exaggeration to say that Xiang Yu has already reached the level of swordsmanship.
His casual advice is far better than years of hard training and can save you many detours.
Xiang Yu sneered: "Young man can talk."
Lin Feng said sternly: "Every sentence of this junior comes from the heart."
"Okay, stop flattering me." Xiang Yu showed no emotion and anger, staring straight at Lin Feng: "Let me ask you, where did you learn this trick of spring thunder and death?"
Spring thunderstorm?
Lin Feng muttered twice silently and looked at Xiang Yu: "This is performed by the Nine Nether Thunder Sword."
Xiang Yu's eyes lit up: "Thunder Sword, how are you doing now?"
"I don't know, junior." Lin Feng looked at the overlord Xiang Yu in front of him, and he was full of doubts in his heart. Why was Xiang Yu here while the sword was there, but the Nine Nether Thunder Sword was born alone? There is also this strange prison, crystal,
The inexplicably powerful force of restraint and oppression...
There are so many things to puzzle over!
Seeing Xiang Yu looking at him with a burning look, Lin Feng immediately recalled that he had been severely injured by the Nine Nether Thunder Saber, found him here, and recounted the whole process.
Xiang Yu Ruoran nodded.
"You are quite clever." Xiang Yu sneered suddenly: "But this time, I'm afraid that my cleverness may be mistaken for me."
"I have been imprisoned in this wretched place for more than two thousand years. I can't get out. It's better for you. There is a way to heaven but you don't take it. There is no door to hell and you have to break in." Xiang Yu laughed wildly, laughing wantonly.
And arrogantly, his eyes widened: "Just wait here to die, kid!"
After saying this, Xiang Yu's figure disappeared instantly.