In the dead palace, endless white bones covered the entire palace like white snow. More than a hundred old sarcophagi stood quietly on it. These sarcophagi were simple and unpretentious, as if they were directly carved from huge stones.
, here, I don’t know how many years it has existed, and the vicissitudes and ancient atmosphere permeate from it.
Quiet, it seems like even the wind has disappeared here.
Bah!
But at this moment, a sudden strange sound suddenly sounded.
Above a huge sarcophagus in the center, a cluster of flames suddenly rose up. The flame was only about the size of a thumb. It seemed that it could be blown away with just one breath, but it burned strangely.
Keng...
Keng...
Keng...
A series of crisp sword sounds suddenly sounded from under the bones, and then, a pair of incomplete and broken swords shot out. These swords were covered with dense cracks. After endless years of baptism, these swords have lost their former glory.
The sharp edges looked more like a pile of scrap metal, but at this moment, extremely sharp auras burst out from these swords, converging towards the flames in the center of the sarcophagus.
Click...click...
A sword broke into pieces, with a sad sword cry.
Bah...baah...
Incomparably fierce auras came from all directions and merged into the flames. The flames, which were originally only the size of a thumb, surged in vain at this time and burned fiercely, as big as a palm. At the same time, they were changing rapidly, and finally formed a sword-shaped flame.
, hanging above the sarcophagus.
The world suddenly trembled, as if some long-lost breath reappeared in this world.
Qiudao Wuzong, a large hall with a height of more than 100 feet stands quietly in the sea of clouds, as if it is an eternal existence, exuding a sharp edge, as if a giant sword cuts the entire sea of clouds.
Come on.
At this time, in the palace, the music of the piano is ethereal, the drums are beating continuously, and there is a scene of singing and dancing. A woman with a name as beautiful as jade is swaying her graceful figure and dancing enchantingly. On both sides of the palace, there are
Behind the seats, a leader of the force named Mo Sword Domain was sitting upright. Their eyes did not wander to these women, but looked at the top of the seat with awe and reverence.
There, there was a figure sitting cross-legged. The figure looked tall and straight. He had a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows, and his star-like eyes adorned his already handsome face, which made him even more extraordinary. It was such a figure that made him stand out.
The leaders of the various forces present did not dare to take a breath, because the leader of his Qiudao Wuzong, Wuzong.
"A strong man in the Imperial Dao Realm is indeed different from the Imperial Dao Realm. Even if he doesn't reveal any aura, he can easily overwhelm us just by sitting there. Surrendering to my Qiudao Wuzong is a wise choice. From now on,
Looking at the entire Mo Sword Realm, no one is his opponent, not even the master of Xi Tuo Lan Ke Palace and the martial alliance of Wu Zhou Imperial Court are his opponents..."
The leader of a force looked at the figure on the first seat and sighed suddenly in his heart. The situation of the heroes of the Last Sword Realm being divided may be completely broken as the master of the Qiudao Martial Sect aspires to the throne. Today, except for the Xi Tuolan Ke Palace,
, Wuzhou Imperial Court, the Sword Domain and the Sword Alliance, all the leading power leaders in the Last Sword Domain came to congratulate him.
"After I become the emperor, I want to unify the Last Sword Realm. If you can help me, I will definitely not treat you badly. But if you are stubborn and ignore it, don't blame me for being ruthless..." Above the head,
The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes, glanced at everyone present with a slightly majestic gaze, and said calmly.
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, the sound of the drums disappeared, and the whole palace echoed with the voice of the middle-aged man.
The leaders of various forces in the hall stood up one after another and said in unison: "We are willing to surrender."
"Okay, very good! From now on, you will definitely be proud of today's choice. Xuan Ying, please inform me that if there are still forces that do not surrender to my Qiudao Wuzong within three months, I will visit them one by one." Middle-aged
The man pressed his palm and said with a smile.
"No!" A young man in white clothes stood up from the empty seat closest to the head, bowed to the middle-aged man and saluted, and then strode out of the hall.
"By the way, I heard some time ago that you fell in love with a little girl from the Imperial Court of Wu Zhou?" Just as the young man in white was about to step out of the palace, the middle-aged man's majestic voice sounded again.
Hearing this, the originally calm face of the young man in white finally showed a slight change. He stopped, turned around, and said with some embarrassment: "It is true, but unfortunately the disciple is not charming enough to win her heart."
"Then let me tell Wu Meng by the way, which little girl from the Wuzhou Imperial Court you have fallen in love with..." the middle-aged man said lightly. His figure suddenly disappeared from the front seat, but the terrifying pressure still enveloped the entire house.
palace.
"No!" the young man in white said happily. He knew that even the Martial Alliance would not dare to disobey the master's words.
At this moment, a series of extremely high-pitched sword sounds suddenly sounded. The faces of the leaders of various forces present, including the young man in white, suddenly changed, and they looked at the swords beside them in astonishment.
They were filled with peerless sharpness, and the sharp aura of sword intent lingered on them, but at this moment, these swords were unsheathed involuntarily, their whole bodies vibrating, and the sword tips pointed far away outside the palace.
In the sea of clouds, the figure of a middle-aged man suddenly appeared, with a look of surprise on his ancient and smooth face. At this time, he was holding a sword in his hand. This was his sword, but
At this moment, the sword was struggling hard in his hand. If he hadn't held it tightly, the sword would have broken free, just like the swords in the palace, no, probably in the entire Qiudao Wuzong.
At the same time, in the End Sword Territory and the Thirteen States Territory, the faces of countless swordsmen practitioners changed at this moment. Whether they were fighting fiercely or practicing, they all looked at the swords in their hands. These swords were inexplicably
It trembled, and a series of extremely high-pitched sword sounds burst out, shooting straight into the sky.
One...hundred...thousands...ten thousand...millions...tens of millions...hundreds of millions...
Everyone can hear the high-pitched meaning in the sound of the sword, and everyone can feel the excitement of the sword in the hand. The sounds of the sword tear apart the void and gather together, like the sound of heaven and earth.
Spread throughout the entire Last Sword Realm.
Until the end, these swords were freed from the hands or backs of uncontrolled self-cultivation and suspended in the void. Their sword tips were all pointing in the same direction, as if they were worshiping or welcoming.
At this moment, countless practitioners in the End Sword Domain were shocked...
And tens of millions of miles away, in the demon hunting battlefield, Su Bai seemed to have noticed something. He turned around and looked towards the direction of the Last Sword Domain. He seemed to hear the sound of a sword...