Chapter 755
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Wanjian mountain, buried sword Lake, heavy rain.
All the original visions above the sky have disappeared, and the broken space cracks are also quickly made up under the laws of the vast land of China, leaving only the silent roaring night under the rainstorm.
Zhao Yuna is not a big man. Standing on the tomb of sword Lake, the silver ancient ruins that originally appeared clearly around him slowly disappeared. At the same time, the emperor's robe representing the identity of the Lord of the summer on the young emperor swayed in the wind.
At this time, countless Blue Sword Qi rose from the bottom of the lake and covered the void of the lake in an instant. The blue sword spirit was dozens of times stronger than that released before on the sky, and it had completely condensed into a substantial fog.
The buried sword Lake at the top of wanjian mountain is the foundation of Kendo inheritance for countless years, and it is a well deserved home for muronghe!
The dark blue sword gas cloud began to drift out from the center of the burial sword Lake. However, there were not only Zhao Yu and Murong and two people above the burial sword Lake.
On the Bank of the burial sword Lake, a figure in a white Friar's uniform stood in the heavy rain.
Zhao Yu turned his head and looked. The girl on the bank was full of tears in an instant. Every drop of tears flowed down from the sword's eyes. In the eyes of the same girl, there was no light.
Then the girl gazed at the young emperor's still calm face, knelt down slowly, knelt down with both hands, kowtow heavily, and then again and again.
Zhao Yu looked at the shore in the distance. His breath was weak, and the fire of life was almost extinguished. Jiansheng, who kowtowed in silence, flashed thick complexity in his black eyes. Then he said slowly:
"Jiansheng, all this is not your fault. You don't have to do this. They are all for the sake of nature."
After the steady emperor's voice dropped, Zhao Yu then looked up at the deep, dark sky above. After a few breaths, he continued to say:
"I once said that everyone has his own choice, but it is really not an easy thing to choose, because sometimes, even the way of heaven is forcing you!"
"I, muronghe, have no one to force, even if this avenue, can't do it!"
Zhao Yu's Huang Huang Emperor's voice has not yet fallen. A middle-aged man's resolute voice rings directly over the tomb of sword Lake. However, the sound is faster than a blue light that the naked eye can't capture.
In this blue light, there is a man!
The countless green air over the whole tomb sword Lake suddenly surged violently, as if it had been directly split into two parts from the middle. Then, Qingguang ignored the existence of space and directly appeared in front of the young emperor. In the light of the light, Murong he, wearing a coir raincoat, once again pointed into a sword and stabbed out directly.
If you can fight, life and death are just in a flash!
At the next moment, Zhao Yu's dark gold imperial robe flew backward on the lake, pointing to the sword directly piercing into the chest of the young figure. However, there was no joy on muronghe's face. His left foot made an arc and stepped out. The whole figure instantly completed his side, holding his left hand empty. He drew a blue sword soul from the void and stabbed it again at the void in front of him.
"Wanjian Pavilion, double sword flow!"
"Ancient taboo, supernatural power. Illusory!"
until now, the Zhao Yu illusion that Murong and his sword pierced into were separated by foam, and the whole void was around. The former was centered on the sword, and the void was broken like glass from all sides, and it was crawling with dense spider web.
But in Murong and the other side, under the edge of the blue sword soul, it seems that the emptiness of the dark night emptiness has been torn directly towards both sides, and a touch of orange that people can't look directly at appears.
This red orange is a Blazing Sword formed by the most violent magma and flame in the depth of the region. It has another name, Yanren!
Ancient taboo magic power. Yan blade!
Muronghe is the master of swordsmanship in the vast land of Shenzhou. He is the king of ten thousand swords. In other words, the ordinary soul of sword in the hands of friar Da Xia was naturally suppressed. However, the Yan blade held by Zhao Yu came from the more ancient and higher-level hell of doomsday.
So this is a sword Murong he has never seen before.
Yan blade, stabbing is the end!
The pure sharp Shenzhou HaoTu Kendo principle and Yan blade sword directly stab at the same place. On the whole burial sword Lake, the endless flames of doomsday burst outward and swept all directions, and a large amount of lake water was directly evaporated into rolling water vapor. From the sky, with the rolling flames, it was like a volcano erupting violently, which was clearly visible in the distance.
In the west of the city, a monk who was rushing out of the gate of wanjian mountain stopped at the same time.
The right hand of Yan blade held by Zhao Yu was steady and powerful. The flame of doomsday was burning on Murong and his body in coir raincoat. But the latter's ordinary face was full of confidence. Then his voice sounded in Zhao Yu's ear:
"Your Majesty, your strength is beyond my imagination. I don't even know how many rules you have. This is undoubtedly frightening I'm afraid, but your majesty, you and I fight swords with swords. Murong and I have lived and died for the sword in my whole life. I have never lost to anyone! "
Muronghe's voice became louder and louder, and finally it turned into an infinite roaring sword. The next moment, the shadow of the sword held by his left hand suddenly solidified. The veins on the blue sword were constantly appearing, just like a green lotus blooming outside.If shanwenbai is still alive, he must be familiar with the green lotus sword, because the last scene of his life is that he constantly enlarges the blue sword tip in his sight.
After that, the blue light on the sword rose and shrunk, just like a breath and a breath. The essence of the Green Qi floating on the whole burial sword Lake was instantly absorbed. In Zhao Yu's induction, the sword then completely blossomed like a green lotus, and at the same time, it also showed the pure sword edge.
Under the sharp rise of the blue color, the sword of Yan Leng DA in the hands of the young emperor was broken. Even the flames of the last age around him were also directly extinguished, and turned into countless thick smoke to block out the sky and the sun.
Under the thick smoke, after stabbing Yan blade, the green lotus sword continued to move downward, facing Zhao Yu's eyebrows steadily. The whole body of the sword was broken, leaving a dark space crack.
It is said that every sword made by muronghe will go all out, forget life and death, and leave no hands. This is the respect of the opponent's sword and the enemy.
Therefore, at this time, facing Zhao Yu's eyebrows, the green lotus sword with three bright and lustrous red sand patterns converges the strongest Kendo peak on the vast land of Shenzhou.
It is comparable to the sharp sword of a real saint!
In the Si Tian tower, a cry of exclamation came out one after another, and then Rouge came out calmly:
"be calm and don't be impatient!"
At the same time, Zhao Yu's eyes were calm and his thoughts were still clear. Then he stepped forward without retreating, and then he stepped forward directly. The loud voice then resounded all over the country:
"muronghe, I don't want to fight swords with you. Wanjiange sword cultivation believes in pure attack, so today I want to attack against sword!"
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Wanjian mountain, buried sword Lake, heavy rain.
All the original visions above the sky have disappeared, and the broken space cracks are also quickly made up under the laws of the vast land of China, leaving only the silent roaring night under the rainstorm.
Zhao Yuna is not a big man. Standing on the tomb of sword Lake, the silver ancient ruins that originally appeared clearly around him slowly disappeared. At the same time, the emperor's robe representing the identity of the Lord of the summer on the young emperor swayed in the wind.
At this time, countless Blue Sword Qi rose from the bottom of the lake and covered the void of the lake in an instant. The blue sword spirit was dozens of times stronger than that released before on the sky, and it had completely condensed into a substantial fog.
The buried sword Lake at the top of wanjian mountain is the foundation of Kendo inheritance for countless years, and it is a well deserved home for muronghe!
The dark blue sword gas cloud began to drift out from the center of the burial sword Lake. However, there were not only Zhao Yu and Murong and two people above the burial sword Lake.
On the Bank of the burial sword Lake, a figure in a white Friar's uniform stood in the heavy rain.
Zhao Yu turned his head and looked. The girl on the bank was full of tears in an instant. Every drop of tears flowed down from the sword's eyes. In the eyes of the same girl, there was no light.
Then the girl gazed at the young emperor's still calm face, knelt down slowly, knelt down with both hands, kowtow heavily, and then again and again.
Zhao Yu looked at the shore in the distance. His breath was weak, and the fire of life was almost extinguished. Jiansheng, who kowtowed in silence, flashed thick complexity in his black eyes. Then he said slowly:
"Jiansheng, all this is not your fault. You don't have to do this. They are all for the sake of nature."
After the steady emperor's voice dropped, Zhao Yu then looked up at the deep, dark sky above. After a few breaths, he continued to say:
"I once said that everyone has his own choice, but it is really not an easy thing to choose, because sometimes, even the way of heaven is forcing you!"
"I, muronghe, have no one to force, even if this avenue, can't do it!"
Zhao Yu's Huang Huang Emperor's voice has not yet fallen. A middle-aged man's resolute voice rings directly over the tomb of sword Lake. However, the sound is faster than a blue light that the naked eye can't capture.
In this blue light, there is a man!
The countless green air over the whole tomb sword Lake suddenly surged violently, as if it had been directly split into two parts from the middle. Then, Qingguang ignored the existence of space and directly appeared in front of the young emperor. In the light of the light, Murong he, wearing a coir raincoat, once again pointed into a sword and stabbed out directly.
If you can fight, life and death are just in a flash!
At the next moment, Zhao Yu's dark gold imperial robe flew backward on the lake, pointing to the sword directly piercing into the chest of the young figure. However, there was no joy on muronghe's face. His left foot made an arc and stepped out. The whole figure instantly completed his side, holding his left hand empty. He drew a blue sword soul from the void and stabbed it again at the void in front of him.
"Wanjian Pavilion, double sword flow!"
"Ancient taboo, supernatural power. Illusory!"
until now, the Zhao Yu illusion that Murong and his sword pierced into were separated by foam, and the whole void was around. The former was centered on the sword, and the void was broken like glass from all sides, and it was crawling with dense spider web.
But in Murong and the other side, under the edge of the blue sword soul, it seems that the emptiness of the dark night emptiness has been torn directly towards both sides, and a touch of orange that people can't look directly at appears.
This red orange is a Blazing Sword formed by the most violent magma and flame in the depth of the region. It has another name, Yanren!
Ancient taboo magic power. Yan blade!
Muronghe is the master of swordsmanship in the vast land of Shenzhou. He is the king of ten thousand swords. In other words, the ordinary soul of sword in the hands of friar Da Xia was naturally suppressed. However, the Yan blade held by Zhao Yu came from the more ancient and higher-level hell of doomsday.
So this is a sword Murong he has never seen before.
Yan blade, stabbing is the end!
The pure sharp Shenzhou HaoTu Kendo principle and Yan blade sword directly stab at the same place. On the whole burial sword Lake, the endless flames of doomsday burst outward and swept all directions, and a large amount of lake water was directly evaporated into rolling water vapor. From the sky, with the rolling flames, it was like a volcano erupting violently, which was clearly visible in the distance.
In the west of the city, a monk who was rushing out of the gate of wanjian mountain stopped at the same time.
The right hand of Yan blade held by Zhao Yu was steady and powerful. The flame of doomsday was burning on Murong and his body in coir raincoat. But the latter's ordinary face was full of confidence. Then his voice sounded in Zhao Yu's ear:
"Your Majesty, your strength is beyond my imagination. I don't even know how many rules you have. This is undoubtedly frightening I'm afraid, but your majesty, you and I fight swords with swords. Murong and I have lived and died for the sword in my whole life. I have never lost to anyone! "
Muronghe's voice became louder and louder, and finally it turned into an infinite roaring sword. The next moment, the shadow of the sword held by his left hand suddenly solidified. The veins on the blue sword were constantly appearing, just like a green lotus blooming outside.If shanwenbai is still alive, he must be familiar with the green lotus sword, because the last scene of his life is that he constantly enlarges the blue sword tip in his sight.
After that, the blue light on the sword rose and shrunk, just like a breath and a breath. The essence of the Green Qi floating on the whole burial sword Lake was instantly absorbed. In Zhao Yu's induction, the sword then completely blossomed like a green lotus, and at the same time, it also showed the pure sword edge.
Under the sharp rise of the blue color, the sword of Yan Leng DA in the hands of the young emperor was broken. Even the flames of the last age around him were also directly extinguished, and turned into countless thick smoke to block out the sky and the sun.
Under the thick smoke, after stabbing Yan blade, the green lotus sword continued to move downward, facing Zhao Yu's eyebrows steadily. The whole body of the sword was broken, leaving a dark space crack.
It is said that every sword made by muronghe will go all out, forget life and death, and leave no hands. This is the respect of the opponent's sword and the enemy.
Therefore, at this time, facing Zhao Yu's eyebrows, the green lotus sword with three bright and lustrous red sand patterns converges the strongest Kendo peak on the vast land of Shenzhou.
It is comparable to the sharp sword of a real saint!
In the Si Tian tower, a cry of exclamation came out one after another, and then Rouge came out calmly:
"be calm and don't be impatient!"
At the same time, Zhao Yu's eyes were calm and his thoughts were still clear. Then he stepped forward without retreating, and then he stepped forward directly. The loud voice then resounded all over the country:
"muronghe, I don't want to fight swords with you. Wanjiange sword cultivation believes in pure attack, so today I want to attack against sword!"
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Wanjian mountain, buried sword Lake, heavy rain. All the original visions above the sky have disappeared, and the broken space cracks are also quickly made up under the laws of the vast land of China, leaving only the silent roaring night under the rainstorm. Zhao Yuna is not a big man. Standing on the tomb of sword Lake, the silver ancient ruins that originally appeared clearly around him slowly disappeared. At the same time, the emperor's robe representing the identity of the Lord of the summer on the young emperor swayed in the wind. At this time, countless Blue Sword Qi rose from the bottom of the lake and covered the void of the lake in an instant. The blue sword spirit was dozens of times stronger than that released before on the sky, and it had completely condensed into a substantial fog. The buried sword Lake at the top of wanjian mountain is the foundation of Kendo inheritance for countless years, and it is a well deserved home for muronghe! The dark blue sword gas cloud began to drift out from the center of the burial sword Lake. However, there were not only Zhao Yu and Murong and two people above the burial sword Lake. On the Bank of the burial sword Lake, a figure in a white Friar's uniform stood in the heavy rain. Zhao Yu turned his head and looked. The girl on the bank was full of tears in an instant. Every drop of tears flowed down from the sword's eyes. In the eyes of the same girl, there was no light. Then the girl gazed at the young emperor's still calm face, knelt down slowly, knelt down with both hands, kowtow heavily, and then again and again. Zhao Yu looked at the shore in the distance. His breath was weak, and the fire of life was almost extinguished. Jiansheng, who kowtowed in silence, flashed thick complexity in his black eyes. Then he said slowly: "Jiansheng, all this is not your fault. You don't have to do this. They are all for the sake of nature." After the steady emperor's voice dropped, Zhao Yu then looked up at the deep, dark sky above. After a few breaths, he continued to say: "I once said that everyone has his own choice, but it is really not an easy thing to choose, because sometimes, even the way of heaven is forcing you!" "I, muronghe, have no one to force, even if this avenue, can't do it!" Zhao Yu's Huang Huang Emperor's voice has not yet fallen. A middle-aged man's resolute voice rings directly over the tomb of sword Lake. However, the sound is faster than a blue light that the naked eye can't capture. In this blue light, there is a man! The countless green air over the whole tomb sword Lake suddenly surged violently, as if it had been directly split into two parts from the middle. Then, Qingguang ignored the existence of space and directly appeared in front of the young emperor. In the light of the light, Murong he, wearing a coir raincoat, once again pointed into a sword and stabbed out directly. If you can fight, life and death are just in a flash! At the next moment, Zhao Yu's dark gold imperial robe flew backward on the lake, pointing to the sword directly piercing into the chest of the young figure. However, there was no joy on muronghe's face. His left foot made an arc and stepped out. The whole figure instantly completed his side, holding his left hand empty. He drew a blue sword soul from the void and stabbed it again at the void in front of him. "Wanjian Pavilion, double sword flow!" "Ancient taboo, supernatural power. Illusory!" until now, the Zhao Yu illusion that Murong and his sword pierced into were separated by foam, and the whole void was around. The former was centered on the sword, and the void was broken like glass from all sides, and it was crawling with dense spider web. But in Murong and the other side, under the edge of the blue sword soul, it seems that the emptiness of the dark night emptiness has been torn directly towards both sides, and a touch of orange that people can't look directly at appears. This red orange is a Blazing Sword formed by the most violent magma and flame in the depth of the region. It has another name, Yanren! Ancient taboo magic power. Yan blade! Muronghe is the master of swordsmanship in the vast land of Shenzhou. He is the king of ten thousand swords. In other words, the ordinary soul of sword in the hands of friar Da Xia was naturally suppressed. However, the Yan blade held by Zhao Yu came from the more ancient and higher-level hell of doomsday. So this is a sword Murong he has never seen before. Yan blade, stabbing is the end! The pure sharp Shenzhou HaoTu Kendo principle and Yan blade sword directly stab at the same place. On the whole burial sword Lake, the endless flames of doomsday burst outward and swept all directions, and a large amount of lake water was directly evaporated into rolling water vapor. From the sky, with the rolling flames, it was like a volcano erupting violently, which was clearly visible in the distance. In the west of the city, a monk who was rushing out of the gate of wanjian mountain stopped at the same time. The right hand of Yan blade held by Zhao Yu was steady and powerful. The flame of doomsday was burning on Murong and his body in coir raincoat. But the latter's ordinary face was full of confidence. Then his voice sounded in Zhao Yu's ear: "Your Majesty, your strength is beyond my imagination. I don't even know how many rules you have. This is undoubtedly frightening I'm afraid, but your majesty, you and I fight swords with swords. Murong and I have lived and died for the sword in my whole life. I have never lost to anyone! " Muronghe's voice became louder and louder, and finally it turned into an infinite roaring sword. The next moment, the shadow of the sword held by his left hand suddenly solidified. The veins on the blue sword were constantly appearing, just like a green lotus blooming outside.If shanwenbai is still alive, he must be familiar with the green lotus sword, because the last scene of his life is that he constantly enlarges the blue sword tip in his sight. After that, the blue light on the sword rose and shrunk, just like a breath and a breath. The essence of the Green Qi floating on the whole burial sword Lake was instantly absorbed. In Zhao Yu's induction, the sword then completely blossomed like a green lotus, and at the same time, it also showed the pure sword edge. Under the sharp rise of the blue color, the sword of Yan Leng DA in the hands of the young emperor was broken. Even the flames of the last age around him were also directly extinguished, and turned into countless thick smoke to block out the sky and the sun. Under the thick smoke, after stabbing Yan blade, the green lotus sword continued to move downward, facing Zhao Yu's eyebrows steadily. The whole body of the sword was broken, leaving a dark space crack. It is said that every sword made by muronghe will go all out, forget life and death, and leave no hands. This is the respect of the opponent's sword and the enemy. Therefore, at this time, facing Zhao Yu's eyebrows, the green lotus sword with three bright and lustrous red sand patterns converges the strongest Kendo peak on the vast land of Shenzhou. It is comparable to the sharp sword of a real saint! In the Si Tian tower, a cry of exclamation came out one after another, and then Rouge came out calmly: "be calm and don't be impatient!" At the same time, Zhao Yu's eyes were calm and his thoughts were still clear. Then he stepped forward without retreating, and then he stepped forward directly. The loud voice then resounded all over the country: "muronghe, I don't want to fight swords with you. Wanjiange sword cultivation believes in pure attack, so today I want to attack against sword!" www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
