Chapter 2107 Liu Sanjian, three swords to kill the three emperors
The head of the Luo Shu family is Wang Shusheng, a very ordinary name.
His surname is not Luo. The Luo Shu family is currently divided into two factions, one of which is dominated by the surname Luo.
They believe in Luo Shu and worship Luo Shu as a god, hoping to be recognized by Luo Shu.
After all, in the Luo Shu family, only those who are approved by Luo Shu can become the head of the family and hold great power, and their future path to immortality is limitless.
So even the surnames of these people have changed.
But in addition to these people, there are also some people in Luo Shu's family.
Their surname is Wang, or this family originally had the surname Wang, but some people changed their surname to Luo for Luo Shu.
Different from those with the Luo surname, the people with the Wang surname believe that Luo Shu is just a magical weapon, and that the magical weapon is inherently in need of human control.
This kind of control is accomplished through strong strength, not through worship and belief.
The artifact has a spirit. If its owner is powerful, does the rest matter?
If that person is mediocre and does nothing, no matter how much he believes in Luo Shu, will the divine weapon recognize that person as its master?
Therefore, for people with the surname Wang, strength is always the foundation of everything.
And Shusheng Wang is the most talented and powerful person among this generation of people with the surname Wang.
Luo Shu was in the Wang family, and for three whole eras no one recognized him as the master and could meet Luo Shu's conditions.
And this generation of Wang Shusheng was recognized by Luo Shu when he was young. If the living immortal was not too strong, he would be suffocating.
I'm afraid that the Luo Shu family will let Wang Shusheng fight for his destiny in this life no matter what.
Destiny is like a long road, and you and I are the scenery on the road. Who doesn't want to conquer the world?
Wang Shusheng took action, and with a wave of his hand, his fingertips were like pens, and a magnificent poem had already been written.
As the saying goes, the bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of clouds.
It’s also like being full of joy, feeling strong and thinking about flying, and wanting to go up to the blue sky to see the bright moon.
The poem is taking shape, the bright moon is in the sky, the sea of clouds is rolling, and one person's strokes are making strange phenomena in the sky.
"Fall," Wang Shusheng shouted softly.
The huge bright moon fell like this, and the sea of clouds was like a big hand in the void, assisting it and smashing towards the formation.
At this time, an old sigh came from the Zhenwu Saint Sect.
"Wang Shusheng, how about I accompany you to fight."
I saw a huge hand stretching out from the Zhenwu Holy Sect, gathering the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, covering the sky and the sun.
The big hand forcefully held the bright moon, preventing it from falling.
For the sect-protecting formation, it can no longer withstand any more attacks.
The formation protects not only the people of the sect, but also the soul of the holy sect.
The formation was broken and the Holy Sect fell.
If you can't even defend your own sect-protecting formation, then the sect's decline has reached the extreme.
After holding Mingyue with his big hand, he saw a figure stepping out of the Zhenwu Holy Sect.
Passing directly through the sect-protecting formation, he stood in the sky outside, facing the eight kings from a distance.
Around the figure, green energy surges, like a dream or an illusion, like a human or a god.
After Qingying stood still, everyone saw clearly that he was an old man, wearing a green robe, with an immortal spirit.
He has black hair like a teenager, tight skin, and clear eyes.
This person feels very contradictory, old and young at the same time, this is a contradictory individual.
"It's Patriarch Liu, Patriarch Liu Sanjian."
"The ancestor is born, we can be saved. Ancestor Liu Sanjian is the strongest emperor of our Zhenwu Holy Sect in modern times."
"The ultimate realm of divine veins is the emperor, Liu Sanjian, who killed the three emperors with three swords. After the battle at Tianwang Mountain, he went into seclusion."
Just listen to Wang Shusheng say calmly.
"Some people say that you were seriously injured in that battle and will never be born again.
It can only hide the figure and increase the remaining power.
Some people also say that you have gained something in one battle and want to go further, but you don’t know what is true and what is false.”
"Does it matter if it's true or false?" Liu Sanjian said slowly.
He carries three swords on his back.
Swords come in different lengths and sizes.
His temperament is like a fairy, and his tone is neither urgent nor slow.
"You are already here. That is to fight until death. This is the answer. It doesn't matter."
"Wang Shusheng, how about a battle of life and death?"
Liu Sanjian said as he slowly pulled out the first sword from his back, which was a thin sword.
The sword is more than two feet long and is entirely azure.
I heard Wang Shusheng laugh and say: "I often hear that when Liu Sanjian fights with others, each person only uses three swords.
If you can't win with three swords, you will admit defeat, right?"
Liu Sanjian was very calm and replied: "That was a battle with someone. This is a life and death battle. It doesn't matter whether he has three swords or thirty swords. We will fight until death."
Wang Shusheng waved his hand and saw a volume of Luoshu falling from the sky.
If this Luoshu is spread out, it will contain thirty million mountains and rivers, and nine thousand stars and skies, but if it is closed, it will be no different from an ordinary scroll.
Wang Shusheng held Luo Shu in his hand, as if he had picked up a piece of heaven and earth, and said with a smile: "I know that you, Liu Sanjian, are a hero of a generation.
It’s a pity that the wrong things done by Zhenwu Shengzong have plunged you into an unstoppable situation.”
"I have not been involved in the internal affairs of the Holy Sect for many years. The younger generation has his own way of backtracking.
After all, it's just death.
I know that I am stupid and not as good as one ten thousandth of my ancestors, but I am willing to protect the sect with my life."
With the long sword on top, Liu Sanjian swung the sword out, and the powerful power continued to reverberate.
One sword froze the world. This is the sword of ice and snow.
It is the ultimate cold, the ultimate ice.
Scholar Wang is not simple either. He made a casual move and it seemed as if the snow all over the sky started to gather towards him.
He is not afraid of the power of ice and snow.
A long time ago, no one knew who made Luoshu.
But when Luoshu was being created, all the famous mountains, rivers, starry sky and sea areas of Yuanyang Continent were reflected in it.
There is a snow-capped mountain in Yuanyang, named Feihu, located in the east. The mountain is thousands of feet high, with walls standing thousands of feet high. It is rarely visited by people.
This is Feihu Snow Mountain, the first snow mountain in Yuanyang Continent.
At this moment, something magical appeared in Luoshu, and the Feihu Snow Mountain was reflected in front of his eyes.
It's as vivid as if it were real.
If this sword wants to harm Scholar Wang, it must first shake the snow mountain.
But for Liu Sanjian, how difficult is it to shake the mountain?
A sword was frozen. In addition to the coldness, the ice also contained an astonishing sword intent.
Even Xu Zimo, who was watching the battle, was somewhat interested.
Among the descendants of Zhenwu Shengzong, Liu Sanjian is really good, because he has blazed a path that belongs to him.
His sword has a bright future.
How many people learn the martial arts of their predecessors and pick up the wisdom of others.
I know that the martial arts of previous generations can only be used as a reference. You can still learn from it in the early stage, but when you reach the peak.
You have to go your own way.
This Liu Sanjian can be cultivated and cultivated, Xu Zimo thought to himself.
He was not in a hurry to come forward. In fact, he also wanted to see what the current Zhenwu Holy Sect had become.
Is there any other material that can be made?
Because the future of the Zhenwu Holy Sect still depends on these people.
When the sword of ice and snow in the sky collided with the Feihu Snow Mountain, the whole world trembled.
