Chapter 760
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Wanjianshan has been standing in the west of Guangzhou Wancheng city for a long time. No matter what Dynasty the Terran went through, the holy mountain of Jiandao, which relies on heaven and earth, has been firmly rooted here.
On the vast land of Shenzhou, after the death of every monk whose soul is a sword, his sword soul will not disappear, but will fly to the top of wanjian mountain and bury in the lake.
In fact, there are many masters of wanjian mountain for countless years. In each era, there are always powerful sword practitioners who occupy this mountain composed of countless swords and accept the worship of all sword practitioners.
At the middle of wanjian mountain, there is a stone standing at the middle of the mountain. The stone is about two stories high. Its history is as old as wanjian mountain. It has witnessed the historical changes and the development of kendo. Countless swords that go up and down the mountain pass in front of the stone.
These friars practice swords, discuss the art of swordsmanship, admire swords, and worship swords.
Over time, an idea and a desire arose in the stone's heart:
"I wish I were a sword too."
Once everything in the world is alive, it is entitled to receive the favor of the way of heaven. Therefore, under the nourishment of the innumerable edge of wanjian mountain, the stone is constantly changing imperceptibly. Even if every change takes countless time, the change is still going on steadily.
Its head becomes more and more sharp, its body becomes more and more straight, years erase its rough surface, making it more and more smooth, gradually, it becomes a huge sword, stone sword!
It's the look of desire, and after countless years, it has finally become what it wants to be.
However, there is no change in everything. Except for the curiosity and admiration of the swordsmen, no one really regards it as a sword. When a sword fails to show its edge, it is not a sword. At best, it is a stone in the shape of a sword.
It is unwilling, it is dissatisfied, but it is still silent.
I don't know how many years have passed. One day, a young man came up from the foot of the mountain. His face was ordinary, and his whole body was not sharp. When he came to the bottom of the stone sword, he raised his head and his eyes became more and more bright. Then he said excitedly:
"good sword!"
After three circles around the stone sword, the young man slowly continued to walk towards the top of the mountain. The stone sword was not strange because the burial sword Lake on the top of the mountain was much more valuable than it. But after only a short time, the young man turned back with a bucket of red lacquer. Without saying a word, he jumped onto the stone sword and began to write with strokes.
Stone sword he Cheng was so insulted that his whole heart growled in silence, but he could only watch the youth write down the three scarlet characters of wanjian Pavilion.
Then the young man jumped down, looked at the stone sword, clapped his hands and said:
"ordinary people can't hold your sword, including me. But from today on, you are a member of wanjian Pavilion, and the safety of the whole sword Pavilion depends on you!"
Over the next few decades, many lofts like swords were erected on wanjian mountain, which recruited tens of thousands of disciples. However, the earliest members of the whole sword Pavilion were muronghe, a young man, and this stone sword.
Murong he was on the burial sword Lake and roared to make a sword. Even if only one sword was stabbed out, the stone sword felt this strong and incomparable desire and call, so it came, even if it would be broken to pieces, because it was the sword of wanjian Pavilion!
With the fierce stabbing of the mountain guarding stone sword, the lake surface of the whole burial sword Lake is deeply depressed from the place where Zhao Yu stands. Then countless water flowers rush into the void and form a startling waterfall. At the same time, with the powerful shock wave, the space is completely torn apart, and a huge black space like a black hole is emitting Infinite suction.
The void above wanjian mountain is chaotic and disordered, and countless water mist rises to block out the sky and the sun. At the same time, it completely blocks the sight of many people watching the war, so that even the great masters above the Linghe can not really sense the specific situation below.
Later, Da RI Wu Zong Lu Yao couldn't help but step forward, turned his head and looked at Chu Zhengyang beside him. His white beard trembled and said in a hurry:
"little Chu boy, I know that erdaogong has set up a ten mile red array on wanjian mountain below. Tell me quickly how the fighting situation between your majesty and muronghe is?"
"don't worry about it."
Chu Zhengyang first reached out and patted his daughter, Chu Yanyan, because he was nervous. Then he stretched out his right hand, gently pointed to the bottom, and continued to say:
"this stone spirit sword is so powerful and powerful that it broke the ten mile red formation of our clan just as it fell. Now it is recovering and needs some time I am aware of your Majesty's vast imperial power. Your majesty is in no way affected. Don't worry. "
With the finger of Chu Zhengyang and the whole wanjian mountain below, peach blossoms appear one after another. Under the strong momentum, they fly around to form a huge and incomparable array. There is a huge gap in the center of the array. At this time, a large number of peach blossom petals are flying and filling in.
All of a sudden, just above the whole wanjian mountain, a huge picture scroll of mountains and seas slowly emerged. Then, as it opened outwards, a faint aura of national fortune swirled downward, filling in the huge chaos and void over the whole burial sword Lake, revealing the scene of the lake.All the people watching the battle were holding their breath and staring down. On the burial sword Lake, Zhao Yu and Murong, who had been fighting fiercely at the same place, had already separated and stood on both sides of the lake. In front of them, the huge space black hole was still rampant.
On Zhao Yu's body, the original light of blue and gold is full of pure wind rules, which makes the flying upright body of emperor's robe seem to disappear in another important space. At the same time, the small wound on his cheek has stopped blood, but it is difficult to heal for a long time because of the extremely strong sword edge.
Because of this small wound, Zhao Yuben's face was not angry and powerful, but added a bit of evil spirit. The young emperor looked at muronghe, who was half squatting on the lake, with no fluctuation in his eyes.
In front of muronghe's body, most of the Mountain Gate stone swords, which were originally two stories high, were inserted under the surface of the lake, revealing only a bare, cracked hilt.
But at this time, all people's eyes could not help but focus on muronghe. Then they opened their eyes and felt a burst of hair standing down. At this time, muronghe, who knelt on one knee, had little energy left. A large amount of blood gushed out from his mouth and fell on his chest, scarlet. But the most shocking thing was that muronghe's left arm was empty If so.
The first sword cultivation of Daxia people lost a left arm.
Zhao Yu cut off Murong and an arm!
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Wanjianshan has been standing in the west of Guangzhou Wancheng city for a long time. No matter what Dynasty the Terran went through, the holy mountain of Jiandao, which relies on heaven and earth, has been firmly rooted here.
On the vast land of Shenzhou, after the death of every monk whose soul is a sword, his sword soul will not disappear, but will fly to the top of wanjian mountain and bury in the lake.
In fact, there are many masters of wanjian mountain for countless years. In each era, there are always powerful sword practitioners who occupy this mountain composed of countless swords and accept the worship of all sword practitioners.
At the middle of wanjian mountain, there is a stone standing at the middle of the mountain. The stone is about two stories high. Its history is as old as wanjian mountain. It has witnessed the historical changes and the development of kendo. Countless swords that go up and down the mountain pass in front of the stone.
These friars practice swords, discuss the art of swordsmanship, admire swords, and worship swords.
Over time, an idea and a desire arose in the stone's heart:
"I wish I were a sword too."
Once everything in the world is alive, it is entitled to receive the favor of the way of heaven. Therefore, under the nourishment of the innumerable edge of wanjian mountain, the stone is constantly changing imperceptibly. Even if every change takes countless time, the change is still going on steadily.
Its head becomes more and more sharp, its body becomes more and more straight, years erase its rough surface, making it more and more smooth, gradually, it becomes a huge sword, stone sword!
It's the look of desire, and after countless years, it has finally become what it wants to be.
However, there is no change in everything. Except for the curiosity and admiration of the swordsmen, no one really regards it as a sword. When a sword fails to show its edge, it is not a sword. At best, it is a stone in the shape of a sword.
It is unwilling, it is dissatisfied, but it is still silent.
I don't know how many years have passed. One day, a young man came up from the foot of the mountain. His face was ordinary, and his whole body was not sharp. When he came to the bottom of the stone sword, he raised his head and his eyes became more and more bright. Then he said excitedly:
"good sword!"
After three circles around the stone sword, the young man slowly continued to walk towards the top of the mountain. The stone sword was not strange because the burial sword Lake on the top of the mountain was much more valuable than it. But after only a short time, the young man turned back with a bucket of red lacquer. Without saying a word, he jumped onto the stone sword and began to write with strokes.
Stone sword he Cheng was so insulted that his whole heart growled in silence, but he could only watch the youth write down the three scarlet characters of wanjian Pavilion.
Then the young man jumped down, looked at the stone sword, clapped his hands and said:
"ordinary people can't hold your sword, including me. But from today on, you are a member of wanjian Pavilion, and the safety of the whole sword Pavilion depends on you!"
Over the next few decades, many lofts like swords were erected on wanjian mountain, which recruited tens of thousands of disciples. However, the earliest members of the whole sword Pavilion were muronghe, a young man, and this stone sword.
Murong he was on the burial sword Lake and roared to make a sword. Even if only one sword was stabbed out, the stone sword felt this strong and incomparable desire and call, so it came, even if it would be broken to pieces, because it was the sword of wanjian Pavilion!
With the fierce stabbing of the mountain guarding stone sword, the lake surface of the whole burial sword Lake is deeply depressed from the place where Zhao Yu stands. Then countless water flowers rush into the void and form a startling waterfall. At the same time, with the powerful shock wave, the space is completely torn apart, and a huge black space like a black hole is emitting Infinite suction.
The void above wanjian mountain is chaotic and disordered, and countless water mist rises to block out the sky and the sun. At the same time, it completely blocks the sight of many people watching the war, so that even the great masters above the Linghe can not really sense the specific situation below.
Later, Da RI Wu Zong Lu Yao couldn't help but step forward, turned his head and looked at Chu Zhengyang beside him. His white beard trembled and said in a hurry:
"little Chu boy, I know that erdaogong has set up a ten mile red array on wanjian mountain below. Tell me quickly how the fighting situation between your majesty and muronghe is?"
"don't worry about it."
Chu Zhengyang first reached out and patted his daughter, Chu Yanyan, because he was nervous. Then he stretched out his right hand, gently pointed to the bottom, and continued to say:
"this stone spirit sword is so powerful and powerful that it broke the ten mile red formation of our clan just as it fell. Now it is recovering and needs some time I am aware of your Majesty's vast imperial power. Your majesty is in no way affected. Don't worry. "
With the finger of Chu Zhengyang and the whole wanjian mountain below, peach blossoms appear one after another. Under the strong momentum, they fly around to form a huge and incomparable array. There is a huge gap in the center of the array. At this time, a large number of peach blossom petals are flying and filling in.
All of a sudden, just above the whole wanjian mountain, a huge picture scroll of mountains and seas slowly emerged. Then, as it opened outwards, a faint aura of national fortune swirled downward, filling in the huge chaos and void over the whole burial sword Lake, revealing the scene of the lake.All the people watching the battle were holding their breath and staring down. On the burial sword Lake, Zhao Yu and Murong, who had been fighting fiercely at the same place, had already separated and stood on both sides of the lake. In front of them, the huge space black hole was still rampant.
On Zhao Yu's body, the original light of blue and gold is full of pure wind rules, which makes the flying upright body of emperor's robe seem to disappear in another important space. At the same time, the small wound on his cheek has stopped blood, but it is difficult to heal for a long time because of the extremely strong sword edge.
Because of this small wound, Zhao Yuben's face was not angry and powerful, but added a bit of evil spirit. The young emperor looked at muronghe, who was half squatting on the lake, with no fluctuation in his eyes.
In front of muronghe's body, most of the Mountain Gate stone swords, which were originally two stories high, were inserted under the surface of the lake, revealing only a bare, cracked hilt.
But at this time, all people's eyes could not help but focus on muronghe. Then they opened their eyes and felt a burst of hair standing down. At this time, muronghe, who knelt on one knee, had little energy left. A large amount of blood gushed out from his mouth and fell on his chest, scarlet. But the most shocking thing was that muronghe's left arm was empty If so.
The first sword cultivation of Daxia people lost a left arm.
Zhao Yu cut off Murong and an arm!
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Wanjianshan has been standing in the west of Guangzhou Wancheng city for a long time. No matter what Dynasty the Terran went through, the holy mountain of Jiandao, which relies on heaven and earth, has been firmly rooted here. On the vast land of Shenzhou, after the death of every monk whose soul is a sword, his sword soul will not disappear, but will fly to the top of wanjian mountain and bury in the lake. In fact, there are many masters of wanjian mountain for countless years. In each era, there are always powerful sword practitioners who occupy this mountain composed of countless swords and accept the worship of all sword practitioners. At the middle of wanjian mountain, there is a stone standing at the middle of the mountain. The stone is about two stories high. Its history is as old as wanjian mountain. It has witnessed the historical changes and the development of kendo. Countless swords that go up and down the mountain pass in front of the stone. These friars practice swords, discuss the art of swordsmanship, admire swords, and worship swords. Over time, an idea and a desire arose in the stone's heart: "I wish I were a sword too." Once everything in the world is alive, it is entitled to receive the favor of the way of heaven. Therefore, under the nourishment of the innumerable edge of wanjian mountain, the stone is constantly changing imperceptibly. Even if every change takes countless time, the change is still going on steadily. Its head becomes more and more sharp, its body becomes more and more straight, years erase its rough surface, making it more and more smooth, gradually, it becomes a huge sword, stone sword! It's the look of desire, and after countless years, it has finally become what it wants to be. However, there is no change in everything. Except for the curiosity and admiration of the swordsmen, no one really regards it as a sword. When a sword fails to show its edge, it is not a sword. At best, it is a stone in the shape of a sword. It is unwilling, it is dissatisfied, but it is still silent. I don't know how many years have passed. One day, a young man came up from the foot of the mountain. His face was ordinary, and his whole body was not sharp. When he came to the bottom of the stone sword, he raised his head and his eyes became more and more bright. Then he said excitedly: "good sword!" After three circles around the stone sword, the young man slowly continued to walk towards the top of the mountain. The stone sword was not strange because the burial sword Lake on the top of the mountain was much more valuable than it. But after only a short time, the young man turned back with a bucket of red lacquer. Without saying a word, he jumped onto the stone sword and began to write with strokes. Stone sword he Cheng was so insulted that his whole heart growled in silence, but he could only watch the youth write down the three scarlet characters of wanjian Pavilion. Then the young man jumped down, looked at the stone sword, clapped his hands and said: "ordinary people can't hold your sword, including me. But from today on, you are a member of wanjian Pavilion, and the safety of the whole sword Pavilion depends on you!" Over the next few decades, many lofts like swords were erected on wanjian mountain, which recruited tens of thousands of disciples. However, the earliest members of the whole sword Pavilion were muronghe, a young man, and this stone sword. Murong he was on the burial sword Lake and roared to make a sword. Even if only one sword was stabbed out, the stone sword felt this strong and incomparable desire and call, so it came, even if it would be broken to pieces, because it was the sword of wanjian Pavilion! With the fierce stabbing of the mountain guarding stone sword, the lake surface of the whole burial sword Lake is deeply depressed from the place where Zhao Yu stands. Then countless water flowers rush into the void and form a startling waterfall. At the same time, with the powerful shock wave, the space is completely torn apart, and a huge black space like a black hole is emitting Infinite suction. The void above wanjian mountain is chaotic and disordered, and countless water mist rises to block out the sky and the sun. At the same time, it completely blocks the sight of many people watching the war, so that even the great masters above the Linghe can not really sense the specific situation below. Later, Da RI Wu Zong Lu Yao couldn't help but step forward, turned his head and looked at Chu Zhengyang beside him. His white beard trembled and said in a hurry: "little Chu boy, I know that erdaogong has set up a ten mile red array on wanjian mountain below. Tell me quickly how the fighting situation between your majesty and muronghe is?" "don't worry about it." Chu Zhengyang first reached out and patted his daughter, Chu Yanyan, because he was nervous. Then he stretched out his right hand, gently pointed to the bottom, and continued to say: "this stone spirit sword is so powerful and powerful that it broke the ten mile red formation of our clan just as it fell. Now it is recovering and needs some time I am aware of your Majesty's vast imperial power. Your majesty is in no way affected. Don't worry. " With the finger of Chu Zhengyang and the whole wanjian mountain below, peach blossoms appear one after another. Under the strong momentum, they fly around to form a huge and incomparable array. There is a huge gap in the center of the array. At this time, a large number of peach blossom petals are flying and filling in. All of a sudden, just above the whole wanjian mountain, a huge picture scroll of mountains and seas slowly emerged. Then, as it opened outwards, a faint aura of national fortune swirled downward, filling in the huge chaos and void over the whole burial sword Lake, revealing the scene of the lake.All the people watching the battle were holding their breath and staring down. On the burial sword Lake, Zhao Yu and Murong, who had been fighting fiercely at the same place, had already separated and stood on both sides of the lake. In front of them, the huge space black hole was still rampant. On Zhao Yu's body, the original light of blue and gold is full of pure wind rules, which makes the flying upright body of emperor's robe seem to disappear in another important space. At the same time, the small wound on his cheek has stopped blood, but it is difficult to heal for a long time because of the extremely strong sword edge. Because of this small wound, Zhao Yuben's face was not angry and powerful, but added a bit of evil spirit. The young emperor looked at muronghe, who was half squatting on the lake, with no fluctuation in his eyes. In front of muronghe's body, most of the Mountain Gate stone swords, which were originally two stories high, were inserted under the surface of the lake, revealing only a bare, cracked hilt. But at this time, all people's eyes could not help but focus on muronghe. Then they opened their eyes and felt a burst of hair standing down. At this time, muronghe, who knelt on one knee, had little energy left. A large amount of blood gushed out from his mouth and fell on his chest, scarlet. But the most shocking thing was that muronghe's left arm was empty If so. The first sword cultivation of Daxia people lost a left arm. Zhao Yu cut off Murong and an arm! www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
