Chapter 761
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The capital city, the tower of heaven, is full of silence, and the needle can be heard.
In the first floor of the hall, the officials of the civil and military departments of the Manchu Dynasty and the sitianjian all held their breath and looked up at the pictures of the mountains and seas above.
In the picture volume of mountains and seas, with the release of the spirit of national fortune, the void of chaos and uprising quickly subsided. Then, the scene of the top of the buried sword Lake completely appeared in front of everyone. Next breath, the whole Sitian pagoda turned from stillness and burst into a burst of excited cheers.
Even those old ministers and sons of 80 years old, their long white beards trembled constantly, shaking their arms in ecstasy and exclaimed, "long live your majesty!"
Looking at the picture of mountains and seas, muronghe, who had been cut off his arm and knelt on one knee for a long time, did not stand up for a long time. The rouge sitting in the center of the Sitian pagoda had a dignified face, gently stretched out his breath, and then stretched out his hand to gently stroke his abdomen, as if to pacify the little life in his stomach.
Behind rouge, Li Chunfeng takes his eyes back, then opens his mouth and sends out an old voice that rings through the hall:
"this war is not over, please be quiet!"
After he finished speaking, Li Chunfeng turned his head and just looked at Sima Annan's eyes. Both the young and the old looked relieved in each other's eyes. In addition, there was a deep shock, which shocked Zhao Yu's strength.
As an emperor, Zhao Yu does not have many opportunities to make a move. Therefore, even those who are close to him do not know what the strength of the young emperor is. Even Zhao Yu himself is not clear, because for those who are taboo, it is no longer meaningful to simply discuss the division of strength.
The strong cherish the strong, but only the strong fight the strong, can we know who is stronger!
Compared with the officials of the imperial court who were generally not highly cultivated in the temple of heaven, the great masters and taboos who watched the war from a close distance above the void of wanjian mountain undoubtedly felt more clearly about their strength. Each of Zhao Yu's and muronghe's supernatural powers were full of the smashing void of land immortality, which was a real peak battle in the world.
"Murong he's breaking one arm is equivalent to a monk's losing his soul. The influence is not only as simple as strength, but also the essence, Qi, spirit and potential. In other words, Murong he's impact on the throne is hopeless!"
Above Linghe, great masters from Daogong, linglongzong, bingzong and other great masters all uttered a sigh of regret. Although they could not agree with Murong and his action of launching a battle script to the king of the Dynasty and the great Xia, they could understand the infinite desire of a monk, a great power standing at the peak of kendo, to move towards a higher level of life.
Because they are the same!
But the road is merciless, she only favors the sharper blade, and even Murong and himself also know that what he is fighting for is just the illusory chance.
Muronghe's sword only sharpens the edge. Once it is stabbed, it is hard to resist. However, from the beginning to the present, everyone knows that under the rule attack of the young emperor, the last strength and fortune of muronghe and the river and lake has been smashed by Zhao Yu with his heavy fist.
In other words, when Zhao Yu blasted Murong and Qinglian down from the void, the road of becoming a saint had gone against the master of wanjian Pavilion!
Under the influence of the ten mile red array and the map of mountains and seas, the void and chaos at the top of wanjian mountain gradually subsided. The drifting heavy rain on the sky continued to fill the dark night sky. On the Linghe crane, dariwu Zong Lu Yao, standing with his hands on his back, threw his hair full of rain. Then he looked at the seriously injured muronghe, his lips slightly opened, and his old voice came out:
"muronghe miscalculated With your Majesty's strength, now his choice is not much, because for him, it is no longer a battle of sanctification, but a fight for life. I really want to know what will be done by the first Kendo man who has been forced to despair? "
"It is the most dangerous person to die. In any case, Murong and he finally have a chance to make swords!"
Beside the old lord Lu Yao, the voice of the old woman with silver hair was still full of solemnity, and then another voice of harmony was heard:
"the leader of the broken heaven courtyard was right. Muronghe broke free from his Majesty's forehand with one left arm, and finally won a chance to take out the sword for himself. Murong and his whole body had not much energy left This sword of Ronghe is the last sword of the whole campaign. "
At the same time, the voice of Xu Qing, the eldest lady of the Duke of Wei, suddenly rang out on the black dragon where Tian Hui Jun and Ye Yan Si were located:
"this war is at the end of the day. You should get up your spirits and mobilize your Qi and wait for the battle!"
"No!"
With the uniform and resolute roar, muronghe suddenly took a breath in and vomited out violently. Even the huge lake seemed to be surging with it, and there was a lot of blood gushing from muronghe's mouth.
However, after this breath, Murong and his ordinary face have become calm, especially his eyes. All the negative emotions before have disappeared, and there is only pure firmness, calm and self-confidence.Because muronghe's only left right hand slowly stepped forward and held the handle of Shoushan sword.
"When a swordsman holds the sword, he is fearless."
A faint voice came out of Murong he's mouth. Then he looked up and looked at the other end of the lake. Under the rain curtain, the tall and straight young emperor's shadow appeared. Somehow, Murong and his sharp eyes blurred for a moment when they looked at the figure in the imperial robe.
Then muronghe frowned and grabbed his right hand, which was full of cracks in front of him. He suddenly exerted force, and the last edge of his whole body was completely released. His whole body was very slowly upright, as if he were carrying hundreds of millions of pounds.
The boundless edge appears, the empty sword spirit on the wanjian mountain is awe inspiring, and all the rain water is cut into powder!
Muronghe's sword holding speed is extremely slow. Although the mountain guarding sword is extremely huge and its weight is astonishing, it is absolutely not so heavy. Moreover, with the sword handle being pulled up, the whole buried sword Lake begins to boil violently, because the innumerable sword spirits sleeping in the lake have been awakened, competing to release their own uncontrollable violent edge.
On Murong he's sharp upper body, there are blue veins protruding like a dragon, but his face is still calm. Then he pulls the handle of the mountain guarding sword out of the water. However, under the handle, it is not the original stone sword, but a indistinct blade.
At the same time, Murong and his roaring voice, accompanied by the fierce and incomparable sword spirit, directly exploded in Zhao Yu's ear with a slightly changed expression:
"Your Majesty, this sword must be familiar to you, because I once borrowed you!"
At the end of the roar, there was a roar of swords between heaven and earth, like thunder. A name not long ago appeared in Zhao Yu's mind.
A sword flies a fairy!
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The capital city, the tower of heaven, is full of silence, and the needle can be heard.
In the first floor of the hall, the officials of the civil and military departments of the Manchu Dynasty and the sitianjian all held their breath and looked up at the pictures of the mountains and seas above.
In the picture volume of mountains and seas, with the release of the spirit of national fortune, the void of chaos and uprising quickly subsided. Then, the scene of the top of the buried sword Lake completely appeared in front of everyone. Next breath, the whole Sitian pagoda turned from stillness and burst into a burst of excited cheers.
Even those old ministers and sons of 80 years old, their long white beards trembled constantly, shaking their arms in ecstasy and exclaimed, "long live your majesty!"
Looking at the picture of mountains and seas, muronghe, who had been cut off his arm and knelt on one knee for a long time, did not stand up for a long time. The rouge sitting in the center of the Sitian pagoda had a dignified face, gently stretched out his breath, and then stretched out his hand to gently stroke his abdomen, as if to pacify the little life in his stomach.
Behind rouge, Li Chunfeng takes his eyes back, then opens his mouth and sends out an old voice that rings through the hall:
"this war is not over, please be quiet!"
After he finished speaking, Li Chunfeng turned his head and just looked at Sima Annan's eyes. Both the young and the old looked relieved in each other's eyes. In addition, there was a deep shock, which shocked Zhao Yu's strength.
As an emperor, Zhao Yu does not have many opportunities to make a move. Therefore, even those who are close to him do not know what the strength of the young emperor is. Even Zhao Yu himself is not clear, because for those who are taboo, it is no longer meaningful to simply discuss the division of strength.
The strong cherish the strong, but only the strong fight the strong, can we know who is stronger!
Compared with the officials of the imperial court who were generally not highly cultivated in the temple of heaven, the great masters and taboos who watched the war from a close distance above the void of wanjian mountain undoubtedly felt more clearly about their strength. Each of Zhao Yu's and muronghe's supernatural powers were full of the smashing void of land immortality, which was a real peak battle in the world.
"Murong he's breaking one arm is equivalent to a monk's losing his soul. The influence is not only as simple as strength, but also the essence, Qi, spirit and potential. In other words, Murong he's impact on the throne is hopeless!"
Above Linghe, great masters from Daogong, linglongzong, bingzong and other great masters all uttered a sigh of regret. Although they could not agree with Murong and his action of launching a battle script to the king of the Dynasty and the great Xia, they could understand the infinite desire of a monk, a great power standing at the peak of kendo, to move towards a higher level of life.
Because they are the same!
But the road is merciless, she only favors the sharper blade, and even Murong and himself also know that what he is fighting for is just the illusory chance.
Muronghe's sword only sharpens the edge. Once it is stabbed, it is hard to resist. However, from the beginning to the present, everyone knows that under the rule attack of the young emperor, the last strength and fortune of muronghe and the river and lake has been smashed by Zhao Yu with his heavy fist.
In other words, when Zhao Yu blasted Murong and Qinglian down from the void, the road of becoming a saint had gone against the master of wanjian Pavilion!
Under the influence of the ten mile red array and the map of mountains and seas, the void and chaos at the top of wanjian mountain gradually subsided. The drifting heavy rain on the sky continued to fill the dark night sky. On the Linghe crane, dariwu Zong Lu Yao, standing with his hands on his back, threw his hair full of rain. Then he looked at the seriously injured muronghe, his lips slightly opened, and his old voice came out:
"muronghe miscalculated With your Majesty's strength, now his choice is not much, because for him, it is no longer a battle of sanctification, but a fight for life. I really want to know what will be done by the first Kendo man who has been forced to despair? "
"It is the most dangerous person to die. In any case, Murong and he finally have a chance to make swords!"
Beside the old lord Lu Yao, the voice of the old woman with silver hair was still full of solemnity, and then another voice of harmony was heard:
"the leader of the broken heaven courtyard was right. Muronghe broke free from his Majesty's forehand with one left arm, and finally won a chance to take out the sword for himself. Murong and his whole body had not much energy left This sword of Ronghe is the last sword of the whole campaign. "
At the same time, the voice of Xu Qing, the eldest lady of the Duke of Wei, suddenly rang out on the black dragon where Tian Hui Jun and Ye Yan Si were located:
"this war is at the end of the day. You should get up your spirits and mobilize your Qi and wait for the battle!"
"No!"
With the uniform and resolute roar, muronghe suddenly took a breath in and vomited out violently. Even the huge lake seemed to be surging with it, and there was a lot of blood gushing from muronghe's mouth.
However, after this breath, Murong and his ordinary face have become calm, especially his eyes. All the negative emotions before have disappeared, and there is only pure firmness, calm and self-confidence.Because muronghe's only left right hand slowly stepped forward and held the handle of Shoushan sword.
"When a swordsman holds the sword, he is fearless."
A faint voice came out of Murong he's mouth. Then he looked up and looked at the other end of the lake. Under the rain curtain, the tall and straight young emperor's shadow appeared. Somehow, Murong and his sharp eyes blurred for a moment when they looked at the figure in the imperial robe.
Then muronghe frowned and grabbed his right hand, which was full of cracks in front of him. He suddenly exerted force, and the last edge of his whole body was completely released. His whole body was very slowly upright, as if he were carrying hundreds of millions of pounds.
The boundless edge appears, the empty sword spirit on the wanjian mountain is awe inspiring, and all the rain water is cut into powder!
Muronghe's sword holding speed is extremely slow. Although the mountain guarding sword is extremely huge and its weight is astonishing, it is absolutely not so heavy. Moreover, with the sword handle being pulled up, the whole buried sword Lake begins to boil violently, because the innumerable sword spirits sleeping in the lake have been awakened, competing to release their own uncontrollable violent edge.
On Murong he's sharp upper body, there are blue veins protruding like a dragon, but his face is still calm. Then he pulls the handle of the mountain guarding sword out of the water. However, under the handle, it is not the original stone sword, but a indistinct blade.
At the same time, Murong and his roaring voice, accompanied by the fierce and incomparable sword spirit, directly exploded in Zhao Yu's ear with a slightly changed expression:
"Your Majesty, this sword must be familiar to you, because I once borrowed you!"
At the end of the roar, there was a roar of swords between heaven and earth, like thunder. A name not long ago appeared in Zhao Yu's mind.
A sword flies a fairy!
www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
The capital city, the tower of heaven, is full of silence, and the needle can be heard. In the first floor of the hall, the officials of the civil and military departments of the Manchu Dynasty and the sitianjian all held their breath and looked up at the pictures of the mountains and seas above. In the picture volume of mountains and seas, with the release of the spirit of national fortune, the void of chaos and uprising quickly subsided. Then, the scene of the top of the buried sword Lake completely appeared in front of everyone. Next breath, the whole Sitian pagoda turned from stillness and burst into a burst of excited cheers. Even those old ministers and sons of 80 years old, their long white beards trembled constantly, shaking their arms in ecstasy and exclaimed, "long live your majesty!" Looking at the picture of mountains and seas, muronghe, who had been cut off his arm and knelt on one knee for a long time, did not stand up for a long time. The rouge sitting in the center of the Sitian pagoda had a dignified face, gently stretched out his breath, and then stretched out his hand to gently stroke his abdomen, as if to pacify the little life in his stomach. Behind rouge, Li Chunfeng takes his eyes back, then opens his mouth and sends out an old voice that rings through the hall: "this war is not over, please be quiet!" After he finished speaking, Li Chunfeng turned his head and just looked at Sima Annan's eyes. Both the young and the old looked relieved in each other's eyes. In addition, there was a deep shock, which shocked Zhao Yu's strength. As an emperor, Zhao Yu does not have many opportunities to make a move. Therefore, even those who are close to him do not know what the strength of the young emperor is. Even Zhao Yu himself is not clear, because for those who are taboo, it is no longer meaningful to simply discuss the division of strength. The strong cherish the strong, but only the strong fight the strong, can we know who is stronger! Compared with the officials of the imperial court who were generally not highly cultivated in the temple of heaven, the great masters and taboos who watched the war from a close distance above the void of wanjian mountain undoubtedly felt more clearly about their strength. Each of Zhao Yu's and muronghe's supernatural powers were full of the smashing void of land immortality, which was a real peak battle in the world. "Murong he's breaking one arm is equivalent to a monk's losing his soul. The influence is not only as simple as strength, but also the essence, Qi, spirit and potential. In other words, Murong he's impact on the throne is hopeless!" Above Linghe, great masters from Daogong, linglongzong, bingzong and other great masters all uttered a sigh of regret. Although they could not agree with Murong and his action of launching a battle script to the king of the Dynasty and the great Xia, they could understand the infinite desire of a monk, a great power standing at the peak of kendo, to move towards a higher level of life. Because they are the same! But the road is merciless, she only favors the sharper blade, and even Murong and himself also know that what he is fighting for is just the illusory chance. Muronghe's sword only sharpens the edge. Once it is stabbed, it is hard to resist. However, from the beginning to the present, everyone knows that under the rule attack of the young emperor, the last strength and fortune of muronghe and the river and lake has been smashed by Zhao Yu with his heavy fist. In other words, when Zhao Yu blasted Murong and Qinglian down from the void, the road of becoming a saint had gone against the master of wanjian Pavilion! Under the influence of the ten mile red array and the map of mountains and seas, the void and chaos at the top of wanjian mountain gradually subsided. The drifting heavy rain on the sky continued to fill the dark night sky. On the Linghe crane, dariwu Zong Lu Yao, standing with his hands on his back, threw his hair full of rain. Then he looked at the seriously injured muronghe, his lips slightly opened, and his old voice came out: "muronghe miscalculated With your Majesty's strength, now his choice is not much, because for him, it is no longer a battle of sanctification, but a fight for life. I really want to know what will be done by the first Kendo man who has been forced to despair? " "It is the most dangerous person to die. In any case, Murong and he finally have a chance to make swords!" Beside the old lord Lu Yao, the voice of the old woman with silver hair was still full of solemnity, and then another voice of harmony was heard: "the leader of the broken heaven courtyard was right. Muronghe broke free from his Majesty's forehand with one left arm, and finally won a chance to take out the sword for himself. Murong and his whole body had not much energy left This sword of Ronghe is the last sword of the whole campaign. " At the same time, the voice of Xu Qing, the eldest lady of the Duke of Wei, suddenly rang out on the black dragon where Tian Hui Jun and Ye Yan Si were located: "this war is at the end of the day. You should get up your spirits and mobilize your Qi and wait for the battle!" "No!" With the uniform and resolute roar, muronghe suddenly took a breath in and vomited out violently. Even the huge lake seemed to be surging with it, and there was a lot of blood gushing from muronghe's mouth. However, after this breath, Murong and his ordinary face have become calm, especially his eyes. All the negative emotions before have disappeared, and there is only pure firmness, calm and self-confidence.Because muronghe's only left right hand slowly stepped forward and held the handle of Shoushan sword. "When a swordsman holds the sword, he is fearless." A faint voice came out of Murong he's mouth. Then he looked up and looked at the other end of the lake. Under the rain curtain, the tall and straight young emperor's shadow appeared. Somehow, Murong and his sharp eyes blurred for a moment when they looked at the figure in the imperial robe. Then muronghe frowned and grabbed his right hand, which was full of cracks in front of him. He suddenly exerted force, and the last edge of his whole body was completely released. His whole body was very slowly upright, as if he were carrying hundreds of millions of pounds. The boundless edge appears, the empty sword spirit on the wanjian mountain is awe inspiring, and all the rain water is cut into powder! Muronghe's sword holding speed is extremely slow. Although the mountain guarding sword is extremely huge and its weight is astonishing, it is absolutely not so heavy. Moreover, with the sword handle being pulled up, the whole buried sword Lake begins to boil violently, because the innumerable sword spirits sleeping in the lake have been awakened, competing to release their own uncontrollable violent edge. On Murong he's sharp upper body, there are blue veins protruding like a dragon, but his face is still calm. Then he pulls the handle of the mountain guarding sword out of the water. However, under the handle, it is not the original stone sword, but a indistinct blade. At the same time, Murong and his roaring voice, accompanied by the fierce and incomparable sword spirit, directly exploded in Zhao Yu's ear with a slightly changed expression: "Your Majesty, this sword must be familiar to you, because I once borrowed you!" At the end of the roar, there was a roar of swords between heaven and earth, like thunder. A name not long ago appeared in Zhao Yu's mind. A sword flies a fairy! www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
