Legend of the Dragon King: The Holy Sword Maker

Chapter 168 Accidental Injury
The sword of fantasy emerges from the light, the rules of the planet, and the thirteen constraints. The scabbard seals the power of the holy sword. When the enemy that can destroy human beings appears, the evil beast appears.

The holy sword of the star will release its true power and exert its power against the star. Zhao Mingyu seems to have heard the past of the knight in the original book, and gently holds the hilt of the sword with his hand.

The strongest fantasy, a gleam of starlight, beyond all time and space, the unfulfilled dream itself.

Legend has it that the Holy Sword was given to Arthur by the Fairy of the Lake after the Chosen Sword was lost.

The scabbard with the "Thirteen Restraints" named after the Knights of the Round Table caused the (holy sword) to be in a state where its true power was restricted, but despite this, it still possessed power against the city level.

Recalling the legend of the holy sword, at this moment Zhao Mingyu held up the sword of the oath of victory, and became the real holy sword envoy.

His fatigue seemed to have been dispelled, and his physical condition was exceptionally good. It was the first time he was so comfortable since he was given the key to Avalon.

"When the journey is over, all the answers will finally be revealed." Zhao Mingyu stuck the holy sword on the stone.

"It's time for you to go out when the real enemy appears." Zhao Mingyu touched his head, no wonder his martial soul couldn't unseal the thirteen restraints, and was smashed by others. The real holy sword is in Avalon, his sword The sheath is Avalon, the planet.

The aura of the holy sword in Zhao Mingyu's martial soul has returned to his body, and his martial soul has begun to change, becoming the Seven Star Sword of the ancestral martial soul, which is similar to the Eight-faced Han Sword, but it is also extraordinarily exquisite and gorgeous, and his handsomeness is his combat effectiveness.

"Only when I really hold the holy sword do I realize that the holy sword makes me have too many responsibilities. I will be busy in the future, and I will not be able to escape the fate of working overtime in a different world. However, my martial spirit has become like my father. Is it a real martial spirit?"

With a bitter face, he smiled a few times, and started to go to Yuan En Ye Hui. At this time, she had almost absorbed the power of the medicine, and her body's adaptation to light and evil should also be slowly improving.

Walking back in the silver light, Zhao Mingyu came to the door. After waiting for a while, Yuanen Yehui opened the door and walked out without hesitation. His face was flushed red from the medicine, very attractive...

The two looked at each other, and Yuanen Yehui shook his index finger: "Mingyu, when will you have your prosthetic limb?"

She walked up to Zhao Mingyu.

"I made one myself for temporary use. Although it's okay, I don't want to take it with me. There are many masters with one hand. Let me imitate and imitate." Zhao Mingyu pressed his fingers on his forehead and let out a pleasant laugh...

"...This person is hopeless." Yuan Enye said this sentence in his head.

Yuan En Ye Hui threw away the distracting thoughts: "Why didn't you watch the match that day? Tang Wulin and the others defeated those five talented youths in an instant. The gap was too great."

"Okay, it's only twelve o'clock in the evening, and the next step is actual combat training. If I don't use the battle armor now, I'm not much stronger than you," Zhao Mingyu smiled.

"Huh?" Yuan En Ye Hui was stunned.

"Okay, okay, today is sword practice. To be honest, Ye Xinglan's swordsmanship is better than mine." Zhao Mingyu tore apart the space and brought him to a flat rocky land.

"It's just a matter of getting used to the one-handed fighting style. Let Yuan En come here." Zhao Mingyu held the sword and swiped the sword flower, very casually and mockingly, okay?

Yuan En Ye Hui always thought that she was strong enough, but every time, both Tang Wulin and Zhao Mingyu surpassed her in strength.

She held the magic sword in both hands and rushed up. "Why is this sword different from before?"

Electric fire splash.

There was a sharp cutting body in the air, the ground was trembling, and one after another sword energy tore apart the rock.

Yuanen Yehui started to fall into a disadvantage just after the fight. Every time he swept, or grabbed Zhao Mingyu's weakness of only one hand, he attacked.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Mingyu was able to launch a thunderous counterattack with the Seven Star Sword, and every time he deliberately slashed at her magic sword, making a huge roar.

The sound of gold and iron intersecting is continuous.

"drink!"

The magic-strengthening pattern was connected to the snow-white neck, and the purple-black light shone, and the huge power made the earth groan, and eventually it couldn't bear the power and shattered.

Zhao Mingyu stood in front of the Seven Star Sword horizontally, and the lines on his arms went out to strengthen the magic, and the light of the stars bloomed.

Yuan En Ye Hui's face changed, and his beautiful eyes looked at it in shock. The cold light on the Seven Star Sword, even if he used all the enhanced soul skills, would not help.

"Mingyu..."

The erect pupils made Yuan En Ye Hui a little confused, and then the crisis came.

A white light flashed on the Seven Star Sword, like the Milky Way falling, and the opposite side under his feet was shattered. Yuan En Ye Hui flew out and hit the distant stone wall.

Zhao Mingyu's pupils shrank, and Yuanen Yehui arrived in front of Yuanen Yehui in an instant.

Several bursts of sword energy had pierced her chest, and her eyes were dim like a pool of stagnant water.

"Yuan En!" Zhao Mingyu immediately released the healing magic, and Avalon's vitality gathered in this direction. The wounds on her body began to heal, and the sword energy in her body was dispelled, but Yuanen Yehui's vital signs were still declining.

"... "

The vitality of the world also began to gather in this way, Zhao Mingyu purified it and injected it into her body.

Zhao Mingyu's face is full of self-blame, obviously the martial spirit is different, and he is still training in actual combat, training a ghost.

The Seven Star Sword is completely different from the Holy Sword. It is a killing sword. Random attacks can often cause huge damage to the human body. It is far less flexible than the Holy Sword of the Stars. In addition, Zhao Mingyu has not adapted to it.

The crack in Yuanen Yehui's heart began to repair. After six hours of treatment, it was already dawn, and her breathing began to stabilize.

Zhao Mingyu beat the rock heavily with his hands... sighed.

Yuanen Yehui, who was lying on the ground, trembled her eyelashes.

Zhao Mingyu bit his lower lip and closed his eyes in self-blame, he almost killed her...

"It's okay, Mingyu." Yuan En Ye Hui said, her tone was full of concern, her body was completely recovered.

"Yuanen..." Zhao Mingyu had really scared him just now, and there was a trace of loneliness in Zhao Mingyu's eyes.

Yuan En Ye Hui stood up and turned around in front of him with a smile on his face: "Is this one all right? You have already cured me."

She reached out and pulled Zhao Mingyu up.

"I'll send you out, this kind of thing...will never happen again." Zhao Mingyu lowered his head.

Yuanen Yehui hugged Zhao Mingyu tenderly: "Mingyu, I was a little scared by your pupils at that time."

"!"

Zhao Mingyu's heart was shaken, and the coercion of the dragon emerged automatically, and he hadn't noticed it yet.

"I... I don't know either." Zhao Mingyu murmured.

Yuan En Ye Hui took two steps back, "But what, I..."

But Zhao Mingyu held her hand, the space split open, and he came to her dormitory.

"Yeah." Yuan En Ye Hui yelled strangely and got something XZ up.

"..." Zhao Mingyu was very strange, but it's normal to have secrets.

"Mingyu, your height is about the same as mine." Yuanen Yehui said strange words after hiding the photo.

"..." Zhao Mingyu.

(End of this chapter)