Chapter 762
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Time seems to be back to a year ago that rainy night, Wan Cheng, Qingyi lane.
One sword down the mountain, ten thousand swords with each other!
Under the rainstorm, Zhao Yu strode to Yunyan, an old lady in red. Then he stretched out his right hand and held the vague sword. Hundreds of millions of sword spirits enveloped his body, as if he had grasped the whole sword.
Without words and communication, Zhao Yu already knew the name of this sword.
A sword flies a fairy.
Zhao Yu knew the strength of the sword better than anyone else. Because he had personally controlled it, he looked at muronghe, a young emperor, at the other end of the lake. In the dark eyes like ebony of the young emperor, his eyes became hot. His whole body was boiling hot, and his hot blood made a roar like a river rushing through the river.
After that, Zhao Yu took a step forward with his left foot, his left hand raised forward, his right hand clasped strings in the air, and slowly backward. The next breath, in the roar of swords, a piercing cry of eagles rang through the depths of all people's souls, and a huge golden bow appeared in front of the young emperor.
Eagle Song bow!
Zhao yukou's right hand continued to move backward. On the pure gold string on the Yingge bow, there were arrows of different colors. Some of them were surrounded by the rules of the blue and gold wind, some were transparent, full of space rules, and one was full of misty stars, just like a star gathered together, and so on.
On the other side, Murong he drew his sword very slowly, slowly like an old man. At the same time, with muronghe standing up slowly, the dim soul of the sword was slowly pulled away from the lake and completely exposed to the world.
This sword is based on the remaining hilt of Shoushan sword. The body of the sword is impermanent, invisible and hazy. Inside it is the edge of tearing everything. It can't be seen clearly. It looks like the way of heaven.
This sword is the materialization of the so-called Kendo on the vast land of Shenzhou!
Muronghe raised his right hand. The sword in his hand pointed straight ahead and pointed to the young emperor who was bending his bow and pulling arrows. At the same time, the burial sword Lake was completely violent, like boiling water, and it exploded upward. Every time the lake was cracked, a sword soul would float out of the lake and point directly at Zhao Yu.
When muronghe held up his sword, whether it was Linghe, the overhaul workers on the black dragon, or the civil and military officials standing in the Sitian tower, they could not help but roar at the moment when muronghe held up his sword. For a subject, it was an extremely incompetent expression to let people raise the sword edge in front of the emperor.
This makes their hearts filled with extreme anger, and their eyes turn red instantly, especially the Tianhui army and yeyan department in the sky. If not for the military orders, these taboos will defend the glory of the summer and the emperor even if they are broken to pieces!
Under the gaze of a pair of red eyes, more and more sword spirits are rising from the burial lake at the top of wanjian mountain, which fills the whole half of the sky, and gradually forms a sword dragon that stretches for many miles.
This sword dragon is the most powerful sword in the whole land of China, and it is also the heritage of Kendo for countless years.
The sword is roaring in the sky, and its edge is full of the whole sky of wanjian mountain. Muronghe has not yet stabbed out the sword that startles the heaven and earth. However, the whole Wancheng City, and even a large number of Guangzhou city residents around, can clearly see the long sword dragon with enchanting illusory light and the edge from the sword dragon, which makes people feel all over the body A faint sting.
On the wanjian mountain, there are numerous attics like swords. Tens of thousands of disciples of sword Pavilion sit on the square outside the attic according to the order of the girl Jiansheng. Then these disciples and elders look up at the vast dragon of sword spirit above the night sky. They all show their reverence and kneel down slowly towards one knee, and the sword spirit on their bodies will appear and rise into the air, Then join the sword dragon.
In the dragon head of this sword dragon, muronghe stood with only his right arm, but he was holding the mysterious sword way steadily. His infinite edge pressed on his body, but the Kendo legend did not tremble at all. Then, when the edge reached the peak, muronghe finally stepped out.
After taking a small step forward, the wind and cloud suddenly changed. The dragon of kendo, which is composed of infinite sword spirits, raised its voice and roared to tear the sky. Then, it went straight down from top to bottom, facing the flying figure of the dark golden imperial robe on the lake below.
Muronghe, after stepping out one step, goes forward again, then raises his sword, carrying the edge of tearing everything, and rushes to Zhao Yu.
One sword, ten thousand swords first!
This is what a vast, shocking, unspeakable scene.
If there is an existence beyond the land God fairyland and level with the Tao on this vast land of China, then their all-out attack is no more than this.
The whole sky in the night sky is full of light from a handle, and the falling sword spirits are completely lightened. At this time, the downpour of the sword spirits completely replaces them. Moreover, these sword spirits are more and more dense than the rainstorm!
"Muronghe even stabbed the whole sword. How can he do this? How dare he do it?"Above the Linghe, the roar of the great masters roared, and even Chu Zhengyang, the head of the vertical and horizontal courtyard of the Taoist palace, changed his face directly. Murong he's move, in their view, is totally insane.
Take the whole road between heaven and earth as a bet!
In other words, once Zhao Yu blocks or even cuts off the sword of the flying immortal, the whole sword skill of the vast land of Shenzhou will be directly cut by his waist, and countless people who use the sword will directly become a great fall, and there is no way to repair it.
"This is no different from that of fishing with all our efforts, burning and hunting, and drinking poison to quench thirst. Muronghe will become the eternal culprit of countless sword cultivation!"
Several words were uttered from Chu Zhengyang's mouth, which showed how frightened and angry he was. Then he stopped hesitating and went straight ahead. The whole ten mile red array began to flow around, and pieces of pink peach blossoms began to fly violently and converge downward. However, he heard a brilliant emperor's voice ringing through the sky:
"this is my fight, all the others, Bao Don't move on the sea chart. It's a holy order
When the emperor's voice was finished, Chu Zhengyang pointed out that the red array of ten li was directly stagnant and suspended in the air.
In a short time, muronghe had already crossed half of the lake with his sword, and the sword dragon composed of thousands of swords was faster than him.
The dragon's head opens and pours down on Zhao Yu. The dragon's roar is the sword's roar. Countless sword spirits cover the four fields, filling up the space above, and there is not even a trace of space to avoid.
Sword rain washes the emperor!
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Time seems to be back to a year ago that rainy night, Wan Cheng, Qingyi lane.
One sword down the mountain, ten thousand swords with each other!
Under the rainstorm, Zhao Yu strode to Yunyan, an old lady in red. Then he stretched out his right hand and held the vague sword. Hundreds of millions of sword spirits enveloped his body, as if he had grasped the whole sword.
Without words and communication, Zhao Yu already knew the name of this sword.
A sword flies a fairy.
Zhao Yu knew the strength of the sword better than anyone else. Because he had personally controlled it, he looked at muronghe, a young emperor, at the other end of the lake. In the dark eyes like ebony of the young emperor, his eyes became hot. His whole body was boiling hot, and his hot blood made a roar like a river rushing through the river.
After that, Zhao Yu took a step forward with his left foot, his left hand raised forward, his right hand clasped strings in the air, and slowly backward. The next breath, in the roar of swords, a piercing cry of eagles rang through the depths of all people's souls, and a huge golden bow appeared in front of the young emperor.
Eagle Song bow!
Zhao yukou's right hand continued to move backward. On the pure gold string on the Yingge bow, there were arrows of different colors. Some of them were surrounded by the rules of the blue and gold wind, some were transparent, full of space rules, and one was full of misty stars, just like a star gathered together, and so on.
On the other side, Murong he drew his sword very slowly, slowly like an old man. At the same time, with muronghe standing up slowly, the dim soul of the sword was slowly pulled away from the lake and completely exposed to the world.
This sword is based on the remaining hilt of Shoushan sword. The body of the sword is impermanent, invisible and hazy. Inside it is the edge of tearing everything. It can't be seen clearly. It looks like the way of heaven.
This sword is the materialization of the so-called Kendo on the vast land of Shenzhou!
Muronghe raised his right hand. The sword in his hand pointed straight ahead and pointed to the young emperor who was bending his bow and pulling arrows. At the same time, the burial sword Lake was completely violent, like boiling water, and it exploded upward. Every time the lake was cracked, a sword soul would float out of the lake and point directly at Zhao Yu.
When muronghe held up his sword, whether it was Linghe, the overhaul workers on the black dragon, or the civil and military officials standing in the Sitian tower, they could not help but roar at the moment when muronghe held up his sword. For a subject, it was an extremely incompetent expression to let people raise the sword edge in front of the emperor.
This makes their hearts filled with extreme anger, and their eyes turn red instantly, especially the Tianhui army and yeyan department in the sky. If not for the military orders, these taboos will defend the glory of the summer and the emperor even if they are broken to pieces!
Under the gaze of a pair of red eyes, more and more sword spirits are rising from the burial lake at the top of wanjian mountain, which fills the whole half of the sky, and gradually forms a sword dragon that stretches for many miles.
This sword dragon is the most powerful sword in the whole land of China, and it is also the heritage of Kendo for countless years.
The sword is roaring in the sky, and its edge is full of the whole sky of wanjian mountain. Muronghe has not yet stabbed out the sword that startles the heaven and earth. However, the whole Wancheng City, and even a large number of Guangzhou city residents around, can clearly see the long sword dragon with enchanting illusory light and the edge from the sword dragon, which makes people feel all over the body A faint sting.
On the wanjian mountain, there are numerous attics like swords. Tens of thousands of disciples of sword Pavilion sit on the square outside the attic according to the order of the girl Jiansheng. Then these disciples and elders look up at the vast dragon of sword spirit above the night sky. They all show their reverence and kneel down slowly towards one knee, and the sword spirit on their bodies will appear and rise into the air, Then join the sword dragon.
In the dragon head of this sword dragon, muronghe stood with only his right arm, but he was holding the mysterious sword way steadily. His infinite edge pressed on his body, but the Kendo legend did not tremble at all. Then, when the edge reached the peak, muronghe finally stepped out.
After taking a small step forward, the wind and cloud suddenly changed. The dragon of kendo, which is composed of infinite sword spirits, raised its voice and roared to tear the sky. Then, it went straight down from top to bottom, facing the flying figure of the dark golden imperial robe on the lake below.
Muronghe, after stepping out one step, goes forward again, then raises his sword, carrying the edge of tearing everything, and rushes to Zhao Yu.
One sword, ten thousand swords first!
This is what a vast, shocking, unspeakable scene.
If there is an existence beyond the land God fairyland and level with the Tao on this vast land of China, then their all-out attack is no more than this.
The whole sky in the night sky is full of light from a handle, and the falling sword spirits are completely lightened. At this time, the downpour of the sword spirits completely replaces them. Moreover, these sword spirits are more and more dense than the rainstorm!
"Muronghe even stabbed the whole sword. How can he do this? How dare he do it?"Above the Linghe, the roar of the great masters roared, and even Chu Zhengyang, the head of the vertical and horizontal courtyard of the Taoist palace, changed his face directly. Murong he's move, in their view, is totally insane.
Take the whole road between heaven and earth as a bet!
In other words, once Zhao Yu blocks or even cuts off the sword of the flying immortal, the whole sword skill of the vast land of Shenzhou will be directly cut by his waist, and countless people who use the sword will directly become a great fall, and there is no way to repair it.
"This is no different from that of fishing with all our efforts, burning and hunting, and drinking poison to quench thirst. Muronghe will become the eternal culprit of countless sword cultivation!"
Several words were uttered from Chu Zhengyang's mouth, which showed how frightened and angry he was. Then he stopped hesitating and went straight ahead. The whole ten mile red array began to flow around, and pieces of pink peach blossoms began to fly violently and converge downward. However, he heard a brilliant emperor's voice ringing through the sky:
"this is my fight, all the others, Bao Don't move on the sea chart. It's a holy order
When the emperor's voice was finished, Chu Zhengyang pointed out that the red array of ten li was directly stagnant and suspended in the air.
In a short time, muronghe had already crossed half of the lake with his sword, and the sword dragon composed of thousands of swords was faster than him.
The dragon's head opens and pours down on Zhao Yu. The dragon's roar is the sword's roar. Countless sword spirits cover the four fields, filling up the space above, and there is not even a trace of space to avoid.
Sword rain washes the emperor!
www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
Time seems to be back to a year ago that rainy night, Wan Cheng, Qingyi lane. One sword down the mountain, ten thousand swords with each other! Under the rainstorm, Zhao Yu strode to Yunyan, an old lady in red. Then he stretched out his right hand and held the vague sword. Hundreds of millions of sword spirits enveloped his body, as if he had grasped the whole sword. Without words and communication, Zhao Yu already knew the name of this sword. A sword flies a fairy. Zhao Yu knew the strength of the sword better than anyone else. Because he had personally controlled it, he looked at muronghe, a young emperor, at the other end of the lake. In the dark eyes like ebony of the young emperor, his eyes became hot. His whole body was boiling hot, and his hot blood made a roar like a river rushing through the river. After that, Zhao Yu took a step forward with his left foot, his left hand raised forward, his right hand clasped strings in the air, and slowly backward. The next breath, in the roar of swords, a piercing cry of eagles rang through the depths of all people's souls, and a huge golden bow appeared in front of the young emperor. Eagle Song bow! Zhao yukou's right hand continued to move backward. On the pure gold string on the Yingge bow, there were arrows of different colors. Some of them were surrounded by the rules of the blue and gold wind, some were transparent, full of space rules, and one was full of misty stars, just like a star gathered together, and so on. On the other side, Murong he drew his sword very slowly, slowly like an old man. At the same time, with muronghe standing up slowly, the dim soul of the sword was slowly pulled away from the lake and completely exposed to the world. This sword is based on the remaining hilt of Shoushan sword. The body of the sword is impermanent, invisible and hazy. Inside it is the edge of tearing everything. It can't be seen clearly. It looks like the way of heaven. This sword is the materialization of the so-called Kendo on the vast land of Shenzhou! Muronghe raised his right hand. The sword in his hand pointed straight ahead and pointed to the young emperor who was bending his bow and pulling arrows. At the same time, the burial sword Lake was completely violent, like boiling water, and it exploded upward. Every time the lake was cracked, a sword soul would float out of the lake and point directly at Zhao Yu. When muronghe held up his sword, whether it was Linghe, the overhaul workers on the black dragon, or the civil and military officials standing in the Sitian tower, they could not help but roar at the moment when muronghe held up his sword. For a subject, it was an extremely incompetent expression to let people raise the sword edge in front of the emperor. This makes their hearts filled with extreme anger, and their eyes turn red instantly, especially the Tianhui army and yeyan department in the sky. If not for the military orders, these taboos will defend the glory of the summer and the emperor even if they are broken to pieces! Under the gaze of a pair of red eyes, more and more sword spirits are rising from the burial lake at the top of wanjian mountain, which fills the whole half of the sky, and gradually forms a sword dragon that stretches for many miles. This sword dragon is the most powerful sword in the whole land of China, and it is also the heritage of Kendo for countless years. The sword is roaring in the sky, and its edge is full of the whole sky of wanjian mountain. Muronghe has not yet stabbed out the sword that startles the heaven and earth. However, the whole Wancheng City, and even a large number of Guangzhou city residents around, can clearly see the long sword dragon with enchanting illusory light and the edge from the sword dragon, which makes people feel all over the body A faint sting. On the wanjian mountain, there are numerous attics like swords. Tens of thousands of disciples of sword Pavilion sit on the square outside the attic according to the order of the girl Jiansheng. Then these disciples and elders look up at the vast dragon of sword spirit above the night sky. They all show their reverence and kneel down slowly towards one knee, and the sword spirit on their bodies will appear and rise into the air, Then join the sword dragon. In the dragon head of this sword dragon, muronghe stood with only his right arm, but he was holding the mysterious sword way steadily. His infinite edge pressed on his body, but the Kendo legend did not tremble at all. Then, when the edge reached the peak, muronghe finally stepped out. After taking a small step forward, the wind and cloud suddenly changed. The dragon of kendo, which is composed of infinite sword spirits, raised its voice and roared to tear the sky. Then, it went straight down from top to bottom, facing the flying figure of the dark golden imperial robe on the lake below. Muronghe, after stepping out one step, goes forward again, then raises his sword, carrying the edge of tearing everything, and rushes to Zhao Yu. One sword, ten thousand swords first! This is what a vast, shocking, unspeakable scene. If there is an existence beyond the land God fairyland and level with the Tao on this vast land of China, then their all-out attack is no more than this. The whole sky in the night sky is full of light from a handle, and the falling sword spirits are completely lightened. At this time, the downpour of the sword spirits completely replaces them. Moreover, these sword spirits are more and more dense than the rainstorm! "Muronghe even stabbed the whole sword. How can he do this? How dare he do it?"Above the Linghe, the roar of the great masters roared, and even Chu Zhengyang, the head of the vertical and horizontal courtyard of the Taoist palace, changed his face directly. Murong he's move, in their view, is totally insane. Take the whole road between heaven and earth as a bet! In other words, once Zhao Yu blocks or even cuts off the sword of the flying immortal, the whole sword skill of the vast land of Shenzhou will be directly cut by his waist, and countless people who use the sword will directly become a great fall, and there is no way to repair it. "This is no different from that of fishing with all our efforts, burning and hunting, and drinking poison to quench thirst. Muronghe will become the eternal culprit of countless sword cultivation!" Several words were uttered from Chu Zhengyang's mouth, which showed how frightened and angry he was. Then he stopped hesitating and went straight ahead. The whole ten mile red array began to flow around, and pieces of pink peach blossoms began to fly violently and converge downward. However, he heard a brilliant emperor's voice ringing through the sky: "this is my fight, all the others, Bao Don't move on the sea chart. It's a holy order When the emperor's voice was finished, Chu Zhengyang pointed out that the red array of ten li was directly stagnant and suspended in the air. In a short time, muronghe had already crossed half of the lake with his sword, and the sword dragon composed of thousands of swords was faster than him. The dragon's head opens and pours down on Zhao Yu. The dragon's roar is the sword's roar. Countless sword spirits cover the four fields, filling up the space above, and there is not even a trace of space to avoid. Sword rain washes the emperor! www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
