Just when he was hesitating whether to save the man in green in the formation, something strange happened in the storage space, and the sword that had swallowed eighteen tribulation thunders that day suddenly came to life.
Zhong Zihao was overjoyed. He summoned the God-Slaying Sword with a thought. He saw seven colors of brilliance flowing on the original plain long sword, and then black and white appeared on it. As if to show off to the master, the nine colors of rays of light flashed one after another.
It disappeared into the sword body, and the God-Slaying Sword that he spent a lot of effort to refine became as smooth as a mirror.
What's important is that he also felt a kind thought from the sword, whispering to him like a newborn baby, with a strong attachment.
A smile bloomed on his face, and the sword spirit was finally conceived successfully. Although the sword spirit was just born at this moment, as long as you encounter the opportunity and persevere, it will eventually grow into the legendary magic weapon.
He himself has the Seven-Star Sword left by Mr. Xu, and also the extremely terrifying magic sword. Theoretically speaking, it makes little sense to personally refine the God-Slaying Sword. However, he always remembers what Mr. Xu said that the most powerful magic weapon is
Weapons that give birth to weapon spirits.
In the past, he could only yearn for it, but now, he has experienced it himself.
After a slight sense of the level of the God-Slaying Sword, he had already reached the level of the Kun-level elementary level. However, he knew that this was only its own level. With the assistance of the sword spirit, it would definitely be able to exert the power of the mid-level Kun level.
"Keng!"
Just when he was excited about the sword spirit that the God-Slaying Sword gave birth to, he saw that the God-Slaying Sword suddenly trembled and seemed to beg him to go to the killing array.
Zhong Zihao laughed loudly. They all said that the divine soldiers were bloodthirsty and warlike. This was indeed true. At this moment, what the Divine Sword showed was that it wanted to join the battle. It seemed that it was also a little dissatisfied: Fan Tie dared to fight with me.
Show off your power in front of me and see how this divine sword crushes you!
Naturally, he would not refuse the request of the God-Slaying Sword that had just given birth to a sword spirit, and strode into the killing formation with a meteoric stride.
"ah!"
At this moment, the man in green, who was already at the end of his strength, let out a scream. However, due to his negligence after his combat power was reduced, his left arm was pierced by a sword-shaped weapon, and a large piece of flesh was scraped off.
Now that Zhong Zihao has joined the battle, he can't watch the man in Tsing Yi die in vain. He moved his feet, stepped out with carefree and confused steps, and instantly came to the man in Tsing Yi. The sword of the God-Slayer burst out with a bright light, and in a burst of "clang and clang"
After the sound of ", all the threats behind the man in green were eliminated.
Turning around, another wave of powerful offensives came from the front. Zhong Zihao exhaled loudly, using his full combat power, and directly launched a fusion sword move "Sharp Gold Thick Earth". While breaking the threat in front, he also protected the man in green.
stand up.
"Boom... click!"
A round of sword light flashed like a waterfall, and this ten thousand-year-old killing battle was shattered. Looking at the long swords and spears scattered on the ground, they were all split into two under the attack of the God-Slaying Sword.
Break into two pieces.
Zhong Zihao, who was in full power with the power of the God-Slaying Sword, had just unleashed a powerful martial art that at least reached the attack strength of a seventh-level warrior in the Tianji Realm. After breaking the formation, the God-Slaying Sword also emitted a loud sound.
Weng Ming seemed to be celebrating his victory in the first battle.
Turning around, he saw that the man in green was relieved after the threat was lifted, and immediately fainted on the ground. Zhong Zihao shook his head and could only drag him out of the killing array and wait at the pile of rocks not far away.
This man is young, about 26 or 27 years old. His cultivation level is similar to that of Liu Yuming, and he is also at the fourth level of Tianji Realm. If it were normal, judging from the power of his attack just now, Zhong Zihao estimates that the former should be able to fight across two levels.
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But this place is a forbidden place filled with demonic energy, so the man in Tsing Yi's combat power can only reach the fifth level of Tianji Realm. In addition, due to his lack of energy and injuries, the combat power he can exert is even more limited.
That created such a crisis.
About half an hour later, the man in green robes woke up leisurely, his face still a little confused. When he saw the surrounding environment and the young man in black robes in front of him clearly, he suddenly understood something.
Standing up despite his injuries, the man in Tsing Yi clasped his fists and said, "Thank you, brother, for helping me!"
"That's all, it's just a piece of cake, you don't have to worry about it! Now that you've woken up, it's time for me to leave." Zhong Zihao waved his hand, "By the way, your injury is not suitable for you to continue to enter the battle, so you'd better heal here first.
Okay, let’s wait until this formation is broken before we make plans.”
After saying that, he turned and left.
"Brother, wait a minute!" The man in Tsing Yi said to beg him to stay.
"Is there anything else?" Zhong Zihao paused and turned around to ask.
"Have you asked me your name yet?" The man in Tsing Yi clasped his fists again and bowed at the same time. It seemed that he valued the benefactor who saved his life very much.
"Zhong Zihao!" Zhong Zihao hesitated for a moment, but still answered.
He knew that ordinary warriors took these very seriously, let alone young geniuses like the man in Tsing Yi in front of him. Telling his name was not because he wanted the other party to repay him, but to end the obsession of the man in Tsing Yi.
"Huh?" The man in green clothes was stunned for a moment, and then said in surprise, "So you are Zhong Zihao, who fought equally with Jian Jue Shi Haonan in Zuogou Valley that day? I didn't expect you to be so young."
Zhong Zihao chuckled: "We just compete with each other to prove our swordsmanship. Unexpectedly, our reputation has spread."
"Brother Zhong, you are polite, I am Ling Yunqing!" The man in Tsing Yi actually cupped his fists and saluted again.
When Zhong Zihao saw Ling Yunqing acting like this, he added another sentence: "Brother Ling, with all due respect, a warrior like you who uses arrows will suffer some disadvantages in the ancient formations."
When he said this, he was actually advising Ling Yunqing to heal his injuries on the spot, as he had just done, and not to go into battle again.
Ling Yunqing smiled bitterly: "Why don't I understand? It's just that I see the geniuses of all walks of life advancing hand in hand, and I am not willing to lag behind. In fact, I came here with no idea. I just want to see the many evildoers of today's younger generation."
At this point, his expression changed and he said excitedly: "However, it is an unexpected joy to meet Brother Zhong, and I am very satisfied."
"Brother Ling, you are too complimentary!" After half an hour of waiting for the other party to wake up, Zhong Zihao spoke concisely and wanted to leave.
But he didn't want Ling Yunqing to persuade him to stay again: "Brother Zhong, I know you are eager to break into the battle. I have learned some things that may be helpful to you."
"Thank you, brother Ling!" Zhong Zihao clasped his fists in thanks.
Ling Yunqing waved his hands and sat down immediately. Perhaps because his injury was serious, or because what he was about to say was of great importance, his expression became more and more solemn.
Zhong Zihao came to his side and sat down cross-legged.
Ling Yunqing took out a few healing pills and drank them before speaking: "The rumors we heard before about the Forbidden Land are all false."
"False? How can you say this?" Zhong Zihao immediately became energetic and asked.
Ling Yunqing nodded: "Yes, they are all fake. This is what I accidentally overheard when the descendants of several major forces were communicating."
"Eavesdropping?" Zhong Zihao was puzzled. The secrets exchanged between the major forces' descendants would not be done in front of Ling Yunqing, but his cultivation level was not that high. How could he eavesdrop?
"Because I have a strong soul and have been passed down by a great master of weapon refining!" Ling Yunqing's answer surprised Zhong Zihao.