Chapter 245 The edge splits the sky! The sword light breaks the mountains and rivers!
King Cang!
The realm of true mystery!
Born in the royal family of Dachu, he is a direct bloodline, and now he is granted the title of Lord of Dongyuan Realm.
This so-called invitation was written by King Cang.
Ten days later, King Cang will hold a banquet in the first mansion and invite Mr. Huanlong, who is on the list of outstanding people, to the banquet.
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"Zhuang and Prince Cang have never met before, but he is very hospitable." Zhuang Ming laughed, but his tone was unclear.
"Your Majesty heard that Mr. Huanlong has recently obtained some opportunities, which will definitely arouse the covetousness of young people, so he invited you to the first mansion. It is actually because he loves talents and intends to protect them." When Zhao Wu said this, he raised his eyebrows and looked arrogant.
All he had to do was speak frankly so that Zhuang Ming would not be ignorant of good and evil.
"What a young man." Ren Songcheng suddenly laughed and said slowly: "Prince Cang is very scheming, are you forcing him to express his stance? Either go to Prince Cang's Mansion, dedicate his inheritance, and accept Prince Cang's protection, or
In the Dongyuan realm, have you offended King Cang and been unable to move even a single step?"
"Ren Songcheng, as the chief disciple of the Zhenyuan Sect, you must be cautious in your words and deeds." Zhao Wu looked over with a cold expression.
"That's all." Ren Songcheng waved his hand and said: "If someone can't take him down, the matter ends here. As for what King Cang thinks, it has nothing to do with me, but you, Zhuang Ming..."
"How?" Zhuang Ming said with a smile.
"Today's shame will be settled in the future." Ren Songcheng said calmly: "You have learned this skill. Even if you want to hand over the inheritance, people may silence you to keep the inheritance secret... You must be careful in everything.
Keep the head on your neck so that Ren’s True Essence Divine Sword can have a chance to wash away the shame with blood.”
"Then it depends on your ability."
Zhuang Ming stood with his hands behind his back, speaking in an understatement.
Ren Songcheng laughed, put away the True Essence Divine Sword, and completely ignored the cold-faced Zhao Wu. He lifted up the cloud light and walked away in the direction he came from.
Zhao Wu stretched out his hand, hesitated for a moment, but finally did not stop him and waved his hand to the side.
In the direction of the soldiers' symbols, the sergeants separated on both sides, and the formation suddenly became deficient.
This formation of ten thousand troops still showed a way for the leader of the Zhenyuan Sect.
Ren Songcheng laughed and walked straight out of the military formation, turning into a cloud of light and disappearing suddenly.
At this moment, Zhao Wu suddenly took a step and stopped in the direction of the gap in the military formation, blocking Zhuang Ming's way.
In an instant, the mountain range where Anyang Lake is located once again fell into a solemn and solemn atmosphere.
This matter has not stopped yet!
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But inside the military formation, on Anyang Lake.
Zhuang Ming was not surprised, a smile appeared on his face.
"It seems that Commander Zhao is still very upset."
"The force of the army is like the blade of a sword. Once it has been unsheathed and turned back in vain, the edge will inevitably be damaged. Now that the sword has been unsheathed, no matter whether there is blood or not, at least it must be cut out." Zhao Wu pulled out the sword from its sheath, and the light was as cold as frost.
, which makes people feel stinging.
"Commander Zhao Wu blocked my way, was he afraid that I would take advantage of the situation and follow Ren Songcheng, just to use this sword and draw my blood?" Zhuang Ming said with a smile.
"The enmity between you and me has been settled. Now that Ren Songcheng is away, there is no need to hide it." Zhao Wu said in a deep voice, pressing the military talisman with his left hand, and the military formation became more intense.
"I told you before, Ren Songcheng told you, and I also demonstrated the power of Shangyuan Fenshen to transform thoughts. You should know that you can't kill me."
"But I don't believe it," Zhao Wu said coldly.
"Why don't you believe it?" Zhuang Ming asked.
"I don't believe that someone can master the art of transforming thoughts into gods and spirits overnight."
"But I have already mastered it." Zhuang Ming and the three virtual bodies outside him all said in unison, all with smiles.
"The art of Shangyuan Fenshen and Mind Transformation has a total of six levels. The three virtual bodies outside your body belong to the second level of attainment."
"So what?" Zhuang Ming, the one on the left, asked.
"Ren Songcheng said that you have three virtual bodies outside. Adding these three, you have six virtual bodies, which is the third level of attainment." Zhao Wu shook his head and said: "There is no wizard in the world who can practice it overnight.
The three levels of attainment in the art of Yuanfen Shen Nian."
"Why not?" Zhuang Ming said: "Before today, could you have imagined that I would be able to practice the art of dividing the soul into thoughts?"
"No matter whether you have mastered this technique or not, at least for now, all your virtual bodies are within the military formation."
"So you think Mr. Zhuang is not out there?" Zhuang Ming suddenly nodded and said with a smile: "You think it was a lie that Ren Songcheng and I started together in order to save our lives and avoid being surrounded by you?"
"Whether it is there or not, you just take one blow from me and that's it."
Zhao Wu's face was cold, and the momentum gathered on the soldier's talisman had exceeded the power of the golden elixir level.
This soldier talisman belongs to the general trend of the 50,000 Zuo Banner Army!
Now, more than 10,000 elite soldiers have arrived here, formed a military formation, and gathered their blood, energy, and long swords in the direction of the great commander.
But he saw Zhao Wu raising his long sword with a sharp edge.
In a daze, it seemed that even the sky was cracked.
"Commander Zhao, what a sharp sword."
Zhuang Ming's expression remained as usual, and he slowly put his hands on his back, his voice still calm.
When Zhao Wu saw that he had no fear at all and was confident, his heart sank.
No one can master such secret skills overnight!
There is only one explanation. This person had already mastered the art of dividing gods and thoughts before killing Gao Yunzhen!
But this knife, now that it has been unsheathed, is completely tearing apart the face, and there is no room for change between the two!
In order for the sergeant to be sharp and avoid setbacks, this sword must be cut out no matter whether it is successful or not!
"Lord Huanlong, take my sword!"
"Forget it, Mr. Zhuang will take a stab at you."
Zhuang Ming put his hands behind his back and said: "I deposed your only son, and you asked Gao Yunzhen to kill me. There is nothing wrong with it. But this sword was fired by the Zuo Banner Army because of your personal grudge. After all, it was you who violated your oath... In the future, between you and me,
There is still time to calculate."
With a flick of his finger, he even dispersed all three virtual bodies outside him, leaving behind a figure standing in front of Zhao Wu.
He was alone as a figure, and the sword he took the initiative to give to Zhao Wu showed his only direction.
In Zhao Wu's eyes, this is a kind of arrogance!
In an instant, the force was overwhelming in all directions.
Zhao Wu's murderous intention was extremely strong.
"cut!"
The sword fell suddenly.
The sharp edge splits the sky!
The sword cuts through mountains and rivers!
Just like the power of Zhenxuan!
The color of heaven and earth changes!
The sword light is everywhere, destroying everything in sight!
In an instant, the blade has fallen!
This mountain range was cut into an abyss!
It is more than two feet wide, about a hundred feet long, and bottomless!
Anyang Lake no longer exists, this mountain range is split by an abyss!
And Zhuang Ming no longer exists!
More than 10,000 troops shouted in unison, feeling as if they were killing the enemy with swords.
However, there was no joy in killing the enemy on Zhao Wu's face.
Because he knew that this sword did not kill the enemy, it only cut off the mountain range and created an abyss.
Zhao Wu put the sword into its sheath with an indifferent expression and just said one sentence in his heart.