Chapter Five Hundred and Twenty Seven: This sword, mourning for you
At the age of three.
The queen cruelly dug out the bronze sword soul from Xiao Changfeng's body.
Grafted into Xiao Dilin's body.
For thirteen years, Xiao Dilin thought that he had completely controlled the bronze sword soul and was connected by blood.
But at this moment, he finally understood.
I was defeated after all!
This bronze sword soul has never belonged to me from beginning to end!
If the queen saw this scene, she would probably have a nervous breakdown.
You must know that martial arts spirits are difficult to poach.
It must be within three years old to have any hope of success.
And how many people in the world have awakened their martial soul before the age of three?
Moreover, the grafting process and subsequent healing are also very expensive. If you are not careful, all your efforts will be wasted.
The success rate of this kind of grafting is only a very low one-tenth.
Back then, she still begged a certain big shot to do all this.
But at this time, with Xiao Changfeng's grasp.
Fall short!
"The bronze sword soul was taken away by the Ninth Prince?"
Chidi's eyes widened and he couldn't believe what he saw.
Can the martial spirit be taken away by others?
This...this is simply a fantasy.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it.
"It is rumored that the Ninth Prince was also born with a martial soul, but later turned into waste. So this bronze sword soul is the Ninth Prince's former martial soul?"
Among the people, there are people who know the news about the turmoil in the palace thirteen years ago.
He hesitated for a moment, and then revealed the guess that was closest to the truth.
"No way, the Ninth Prince is also a prince. Who is so bold as to dare to rob his martial soul and steal his martial soul? I have never heard of such a thing!"
"Who is so bold? No need to guess. Before you saw the bronze sword soul, it was in the body of the eldest prince. It must be the queen!"
"Things in the palace are too dark. They are killing each other. It's really scary."
Discussions broke out among the crowd in an instant.
This kind of gossipy news was like a prairie fire, igniting the entire crowd.
"It turns out that Master Xiao closed his eyes to take back the bronze sword soul. He is indeed Master Xiao!"
Zhao Sanqing breathed a sigh of relief. Just now he had his heart in his throat.
"Master Xiao actually possesses three martial souls: Bronze Sword Soul, Qinglong Martial Soul, and Xuanwu Martial Soul. This kind of talent has only been heard of in history."
Xue Feixian was staring blankly at the bronze sword soul in Xiao Changfeng's hand, and his whole body felt a sudden tremor of disbelief.
Having a martial spirit is already rare.
And the twin martial souls are even rarer than one among billions.
As for the Three Lives Martial Spirit, it has never been seen before. Only in history, there are records of the existence of such amazing eras.
But at this time, they saw it with their own eyes.
Ninth Prince!
Xiao Changfeng!
A rising star!
"The bronze sword soul, I didn't expect Changfeng to be able to take it back."
Outside the Imperial Study Room.
Emperor Wu was also a little surprised.
When the Queen poached the bronze sword soul, he was not in Kyoto, otherwise he would have protected Xiao Changfeng even to the death.
Afterwards, he could not confront the queen head-on.
He had no choice but to save Xiao Changfeng's life.
Originally, he had given up hope on this bronze sword soul.
But he didn't expect that Xiao Changfeng could take it back by himself.
Three blessings in one day!
What a surprise!
"Your Majesty, the future of His Highness Ninth Prince is immeasurable!"
Eunuch Hong couldn't help himself at this time and took the initiative to speak.
At first he thought Xiao Changfeng was the Nine Heavens Divine Dragon.
And now, Xiao Changfeng has shown this dragon's posture.
future……
He will surely rule the world!
"Xiao Dilin, you took away my bronze sword soul. Today, I will return your sword to you."
Xiao Changfeng spoke calmly, with no sadness or joy in his eyes.
The bronze sword soul was held in his hand without any discomfort.
It seems like it was born to be in his hands.
Because this is his martial spirit.
It was also his weapon in his previous life.
The celestial sword of creation that spans the three realms! wavv
It's just that in this life, he was reincarnated with him in the form of a martial spirit.
"This sword will bury you!"
Xiao Changfeng held the bronze sword soul in his hand and slashed it in the air.
Whoosh!
The green sword light stretches across the sky and cuts through the autumn water.
It seems like a god above the nine heavens, holding a divine sword and slashing towards the human world.
The terrifying sword energy made everyone feel the cold wind blowing on their faces, causing them to be cut and painful.
"No, this sword is too terrifying, not like human swordsmanship!"
Duke Wei's heart was beating wildly, and his sense of crisis increased sharply.
Mo Shangjun was the same, with his pupils trembling and his hands clenched tightly.
If Xiao Dilin dies.
That means their hope is dead.
Just like Bai Di and others did not want Xiao Changfeng to die.
They don't want Xiao Dilin to die either.
If that scene really happens, they will definitely interfere with this promised battle and save Xiao Dilin.
Tear!
This sword fell from the air and struck Xiao Dilin, who was seriously injured due to the loss of his martial soul.
"I have to save him!"
Duke Wei couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to rescue him.
"Father!"
At this moment, Wei Zhengxiong came over sweating profusely and looking anxious.
However, Xiao Dilin was in danger, and Duke Wei had no time to pay attention.
However, Wei Zhengxiong's next words made him freeze on the spot.
"The Queen is about to give birth!"
What?
The Queen is actually giving birth at this time!
This...this is simply God's will!
When Duke Wei heard the news, he paused for a second.
And at this second, the bronze sword soul had already fallen.
Click!
In the eyes of everyone, this sword struck Xiao Dilin, and cut Xiao Dilin from mid-air into the ground.
The three palaces were all cut open, and a sword mark of dozens of meters appeared on the ground.
A sword breaks the ground!
What is this concept?
Even fine steel and black iron cannot resist it.
What's more, it's Xiao Dilin's flesh and blood body.
"The eldest prince is dead?"
Everyone stretched their necks and looked at the palace and the sword marks, in disbelief.
However, at this time, Xiao Changfeng frowned slightly.
"We, I'm afraid, are about to witness a miracle!"
The Red Emperor took a deep breath at this time, the red light in his eyes surged, and even his voice was trembling.
One second, two seconds, three seconds...
Just when everyone thought Xiao Dilin was completely dead.
A powerful aura suddenly burst out from the ground.
Boom!
With a radius of one kilometer, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth suddenly rolled in.
A figure with blazing golden light slowly rose from the ground.
Although he was covered in blood and embarrassed, he was not dead.
It was Xiao Dilin.
At this time, Xiao Dilin's aura increased instead of decreasing, as if it was soaring into the sky.
The Sun Martial Spirit reappeared behind him.
The Sun Martial Spirit, which was originally ten meters in size, is now fifteen meters long.
The spiritual energy from heaven and earth rolled in, and the Sun Martial Spirit quickly repaired.
Even Xiao Dilin's injuries are recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At this time, Xiao Dilin stood with his hands behind his back, standing in the void. He stood out of thin air without using any means, as if the heaven and earth were holding him up.
Every time he stretches or stretches, he is in harmony with the whole world, regardless of each other. He is full of incomparable Taoist charm, and his every move seems to be able to bring infinite power.
"Tianwu realm..."
Lu Wenjie's eyes widened and he spoke with difficulty!