That night, thousands of Daxia soldiers who were besieged in the imperial palace of Luocheng, the old capital, all saw the stars in the sky suddenly brighten.
It was really bright, so bright without any warning, so sudden.
Everything outside the palace and the large tents far outside Luo City also became much clearer under the starry sky.
Countless people are looking up at the sky.
Why were the celestial phenomena different on this night?
Even Tuoba Lie was a little uneasy, vaguely uneasy: there seemed to be some kind of powerful power in the starry sky, which coincided with the power of heaven!
How did this force appear and what does it mean?
He was uneasy, so he wanted to eliminate this uneasy feeling.
He conveyed his order: prepare the entire army to launch the final attack on Luo City at dawn!
…
Nie Heng has arrived deep in the Hidden Sword Pavilion.
The place was already in tatters. The four collapsed statues crushed more than a dozen tables and tables, and a white jade pillar was broken into two pieces.
There are also holes in the hard ground where swords have been inserted, which can still give people a feeling of vigor and strength.
That’s right!
There used to be many swords stuck here, at least ten thousand!
But now, only four broken-looking swords are still stuck on the rocky ground, and the others are gone.
Nie Heng simply looked at the four swords, and then his eyes looked at the white jade tribute platform at the front of the hall.
There is also a sword there, a good sword that is one foot above the ground, hovering quietly in the golden light curtain.
"Junior Nie Heng, meet your senior!"
Facing the sword, Nie Heng cupped his fists and bowed slightly.
One breath, two breaths...
After three breaths, a beam of light rushed out from the sword and slowly transformed into a crystal clear figure.
He is an old man, seemingly octogenarian, but even though he is just a crystal clear shadow, he still has a majestic aura, as well as the majesty and domineering power of dominating the world.
"Unexpectedly, the people who came here thousands of years later are not descendants of our clan..."
He is indeed the First Emperor!
Or it can be said that he is not the real First Emperor.
Looking at this huge phantom, Nie Heng smiled and almost guessed everything: this was the power of the soul of the First Emperor, and it was originally his sword spirit clone!
Since he is a clone of the sword spirit, he should die at the same time as his own body dies.
Now that he still exists, it can only mean one thing: when he was about to expire, he sealed his sword spirit clone in the sword and became a sword slave!
Looking at him, Nie Heng asked: "Senior, didn't you explain anything at the beginning?"
He seemed to ask this question very abruptly and without any reference!
The Phantom of the First Emperor understood very well, and sighed: "I told you, but it seems that my son has not been able to cure the poison he was exposed to. He is still foolish and has forgotten to pass on the original instructions from the emperor!"
Sure enough...
Nie Heng believed that his guess was almost correct.
The reason why the descendants of the First Emperor's bloodline are getting weaker and weaker is that they don't know how to get the true inheritance from their ancestors!
As for the reason, it seems that the successor of the First Emperor at that time, that is, the second emperor of the empire, did not survive for long because of some poison, and later became stupid and stupid, forgetting to tell the story to the First Emperor.
Things are passed on.
From that time on, the descendants of the royal family only knew that the Yanhuang Sword was here, and that by sacrificing their own blood on the altar in another hall, the descendants of the royal family could activate a sword formation powerful enough to protect the imperial city.
As for entering the Hidden Sword Pavilion in person, it is estimated that no one has tried it since then.
After all, as long as you step onto the third level of stone steps, you will have a sword to attack, so the emperor at that time mistakenly thought that his ancestor was angry, so he did not dare to go up.
After him, no one dared to approach this Hidden Sword Pavilion!
Even if there is one, he doesn't know how to do it step by step, nor how to break through the sword intent that becomes stronger step by step.
Once anyone breaks in rashly, the deeper they break in, the faster they will die!
After all, those sword intentions that are like testing warriors have exactly the same strength as that warrior.
If there is any need to explain, it is that the sword intentions that Nie Heng encountered when he stepped on different stone steps contained sword intentions that were comparable to the level of a martial artist.
And because of the difference in strength, Li Chenghui felt the terrifying sword intent of the third level of Wu Zun.
Calculated in this way, once the stronger warriors try to break in quickly, they will only end up with a tragic death.
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"Who are you?"
The First Emperor spoke again, looked at Nie Heng, and asked: "Why are you so weak, but you have so many sword-style magical powers, and your understanding of the sword has reached a level that astonishes even this emperor?"
After thinking about it, Nie Heng smiled and said, "Nie Heng, a disciple of the Xuanjian Sect of the Great Xia Empire! As for the rest, it's just a coincidence!"
"Hahaha... What a coincidence, with just four words, I got the answer I didn't want to get!"
The First Emperor smiled. Even though it was a shadow, you could still tell that he was smiling.
Then his smile suddenly disappeared and he asked: "What do you want from coming here?"
Hearing this, Nie Heng did not hesitate and said: "Senior, you are already too weak!"
After just one sentence, the Emperor's complexion changed slightly, and there was a sharp and vigilant look in Xuying's eyes.
After all, even if Nie Heng could pass the previous assessment, it was because Nie Heng faced swordsmen with the same strength as himself.
If the First Emperor really used his strongest power, Nie Heng would probably be dead long ago.
Not paying attention to the Emperor's eyes, Nie Heng took a step forward and continued to speak.
"If the junior guessed correctly, the senior should come from outside this world... At his peak, the senior's strength is definitely above the three ethereal realms!"
"Senior, in order to preserve the country and the country forever for his descendants, he sealed his sword spirit clone in this sword when his life span was about to expire!"
"Only by doing this can you ensure that the sword spirit will remain immortal after your physical body dies, and you will have the memory of the past and a complete will of your own!"
"You originally planned to use this to help future generations understand the true meaning and mysteries of swordsmanship, and teach them different swordsmanship and magical powers! It's a pity that they don't know your good intentions after all, and they don't know the true purpose and value of this sword!"
"But... the years have been long, and we have gone through too many battles. My senior has used killing formations countless times, which has already consumed too much soul power! And even if he doesn't use killing formations, the vicissitudes of time alone will exhaust his soul power.
everything."
"This is also the reason why the senior is now estimated to be only in the third level of the Martial Saint! If you can't get supplies, you can only give, and in the end you will only be left with nothing!"
"And as the strength of the senior becomes weaker and weaker, the consumption will only become faster and faster! Now the full blow of the senior is only at the level of the third level of the Martial Saint. If it takes another two or three hundred years, it is estimated that even the level of the first level of the Martial Saint
It can’t be achieved, right?”
"What's more, you will most likely need to perform countless killing arrays along the way. Then your strength will only decline faster. In less than a hundred years, you will fall so low that you can't even maintain the Martial Master Realm!"
As he spoke sentence after sentence, Nie Heng's smile remained unchanged.
However, the First Emperor's expression gradually became serious, and the originally slightly sharp luster in his eyes already contained a bit of murderous intent.
"Boy, what exactly do you want to say?"
He asked, and there was already a sharp sword energy on the sword, and it turned into a dragon shape as if it were actually real.
Perhaps as long as Nie Heng's answer was slightly wrong, he would take action and kill Nie Heng immediately!
Faced with such terrifying pressure, Nie Heng still stood, but his feet had already crushed the rocky ground and he fell into it.
"Junior comes here just to ask senior to do something!"
"What's up?"
"Don't delay, ashes to ashes, dust to dust!"
"You...what do you mean?"
"Don't you understand? Junior is saying, senior, you can really die!"