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"The star has fallen, it's an extraterrestrial star!"

A loud shout sounded from outside the city of Guangyu, and then one star after another fell into the top of Wanjian Mountain, dyeing the entire western sky with a misty and dazzling starlight.

Directly below the falling stars are Zhao Yu and Muronghe who are still fighting close to each other on Wanjian Lake, or it can be described as the young emperor using violent punches to unilaterally bombard Muronghe, the king of Wanjian.

The piercing metallic vibrato didn't stop even for an instant, and every time Zhao Yu punched hard, a stream of blood would flow out from the corner of Murong He's mouth, and at the same time, the law of the sword and the power of the kingdom lingering around his body became less and less.

The purpose of the young Lord of Great Xia is very clear, that is to scatter and destroy all the sharpness of Murong He, the sharpest sword in the world.

Muronghe is a sword with pure sharpness, so he only cultivates, and only knows one way, which is the pure sharpness of swordsmanship. Stab even a sword.

One step after another, step by step, this is a fight between great practitioners. The so-called latecomers are nothing but jokes for the top-notch masters who are full of thoughts!

Murong He is like a caged beast at this moment, with no claws to tear apart, but it is difficult to use them. No matter who it is, the anger in his heart can be imagined when encountering such a situation, but At this time, Murong He, who was under the bombardment of mountains and tsunami, bit his lips tightly, and under the dizzy impact of the infinite spirit, he forcibly put himself into the mysterious and mysterious ethereal realm.

Falling rapidly, the might of the stars and the vast stars are above the head, the fists and the power of the law constantly erupting in front of the chest, at a speed visible to the naked eye, killing the original sharpness that is crucial to the realm of the great master and the sage, In such a situation, within ten breaths, he, Murong He, will lose all his sharpness and completely turn into an ordinary sword.

He needs to break free, and he must break free, and he needs to draw a sword, he needs to show his true sharpness in the whole world!

"I, Muronghe, swear that I will strike a sword, even if only one strike is enough!"

A voice with a strong sharp air exploded on the Burial Sword Lake, like thunder under the cover of stars, and it resounded all over the field in a blink of an eye, and even rolled out, the entire city of Guangyu could clearly hear it.

This roar seems to be desire, unwillingness, or some kind of call!

The next moment, on the mountainside of Wanjian Mountain, the great sword guarding the mountain that served as the gate of Wanjiange suddenly began to tremble violently. The three scarlet characters of Wanjiange written on it instantly shone brightly, and at the same time, a particularly piercing sound came out. The sound of the sword has responded.

Then, trembling, the huge mountain gate sword shot up into the sky, turned into a black light, blended into the night, and flew straight to the Burial Sword Lake.

The whole body of this big sword is made of stones, and it doesn't have any sharpness, but it has unimaginable power, and it comes directly behind, and after a falling star, it cuts the former directly, The starlight that instantly turned into a sky scattered and exploded.

During the flying of the stars, whether it was the great masters above the Linghe, Tianhui above the black dragon, or the taboos of the Night Dire, their expressions suddenly changed at the same time, and in the Sitian Tower of Shenjing City, standing behind Yanzhi Li Chunfeng directly put one hand on the huge bronze coffin beside him, and then made an extremely dignified voice:

"Not good!"

Before Li Chunfeng's voice fell, the mountain guarding sword that turned into black light continued to descend again, cutting the stars in front of him one after another, like fireworks exploding one after another, covering the whole world. Over the Burial Sword Lake.

Then the rock sword stabbed down towards Zhao Yu and Muronghe who were below, and at the same time, dense cracks extending outward appeared on the sword body under the power of countless stars bursting.

This great sword that has stood on the mountainside of Wanjian Mountain for countless years is using its last remaining heat to become the sword in Murong He's hand!

On the Burial Sword Lake, Zhao Yu raised his head. In his black eyes, the huge stone sword that was constantly enlarged was reflected. The tail of this stone sword had begun to shatter, but under the induction of the young emperor, its Its power is even more palpitating than the Qinglian Sword in Murong He's hand.

"Stone sword creature, interesting!"

During the faint sound of the emperor's voice, Zhao Yu's forward bombarding fists changed into palms, and directly slapped Murong He's chest. The whole body that was constantly moving forward also paused. The two people in one place separated instantly.

Ancient Taboo Magic Ability Reflection!

This comes from the deepest part of the desolate area, the most mysterious supernatural power of the terrifying blade demon king. It has the ability to copy a reflection that is as powerful as the enemy, so even if Zhao Yu stopped advancing, another Muronghe appeared in front of Muronghe, still Follow closely like tarsal maggots.

This reflection holds a green lotus sword in each of its left and right hands. Although it is blurred, it possesses the same pure kendo edge as Murong He!

Hui Ying held his swords and slashed down from top to bottom, while Murong He stabbed from bottom to top at the same angle. The strength, angle, and sharpness of the swords were all the same, but Zhao who stayed in place Yu Ke still raised his right hand, the black eyes on his handsome and unparalleled face were filled with silver for a moment, as if there were infinite stars circulating in it, then he shook his hand at Murong He.

Ancient Taboo Magic Ability Charm!

In the next instant, Murong He's sea of ​​consciousness received the biggest shock since he was born. The young emperor's vast and incomparable spiritual power formed a tsunami violently rushing ashore, directly breaking down the dam on the shore, driving straight in, and trying to drive The entire sea of ​​consciousness was completely occupied, but a sword lotus bloomed from the depths of Murong He's sea of ​​consciousness, firmly preventing the enchanting tsunami.

At the same time, the close-knit fight outside was also going on, Murong and the Qinglian sword in his left hand, which was blocking the reflection, paused for just one hundredth of a breath, and the two Qinglian swords crossed in an instant.

Murong He's sword pierced Hui Ying's forehead, and the Qinglian sword in Hui Ying's hand slashed across the former's left arm.

Incomparably bright red blood glistened on the entire Burial Sword Lake, and in a split second, the mountain gate stone sword above the sky completely pierced into the Burial Sword Lake, and its target was Zhao Yu who was standing firmly on the lake!

The stone sword enters the lake.

It seems that a nuclear bomb has been detonated on the top of Wanjian Mountain.

Chapter 0760: Broken Arm

Wanjian Mountain has been standing in the west of Guangzhou Metropolitan City for an unknown amount of time. No matter what dynasty the human race has experienced, this holy mountain of swordsmanship that relies on the sky and grounded has always 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 dissipate, but fly across countless distances to the top of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain and be buried in the lake.

In fact, there have been many masters of Wanjian Mountain for countless years. In every era, there is always a powerful sword cultivator occupying this mountain composed of countless swords, and accepting the worship of all sword cultivators.

On the hillside of Wanjian Mountain, there is a stone standing about two floors high. Its history is as old as Wanjian Mountain. It has witnessed the changes of history and the development of kendo. Countless sword repairmen who went up and down the mountain walked in front of the stone. .

These monks cultivated the sword, discussed the way of the sword, admired the sword, and worshiped the sword.

Over time, a thought, a longing, arose in the heart of this stone:

"It would be great if I could also become a sword."

Once everything in the world is alive, it is eligible to be favored by the Dao of Heaven. Therefore, under the nourishment of countless sharp edges of Wanjian Mountain, the stones are constantly changing subtly. It is proceeding steadily.

Its head became sharper and its body became straighter and straighter. Time erased its rough surface and made it smoother. Gradually, it became a huge sword, a stone sword. !

This is what it aspires to be, and after countless years it has finally become what it wants to be.

But nothing has changed. Except for the words of curiosity or admiration from the sword cultivators who come and go, no one really regards it as a sword, and when a sword cannot show its edge, it is not a sword, at best It's just 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 the sharpness of his body was not obvious. He came under the stone sword, raised his head, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and then He blurted out excitedly:

"Good sword!"

After the young man circled the stone sword three times, he slowly continued towards the top of the mountain. Shi Jian was no stranger to this situation, because the buried sword lake on the top of the mountain was far more valuable than it. After a short while, the young man turned back with a bucket of red paint. Without saying a word, he jumped onto the stone sword and began to write stroke by stroke.

Shi Jianhe Cheng was so insulted that his whole heart was roaring silently, but he could only watch helplessly as the young man wrote the three scarlet characters of Wanjiange.

Then the young man jumped down, stared at Shi Jian, clapped his hands and said:

"Your sword cannot be held by ordinary people, including me, but from today on, you are a member of my Wanjiange, and the safety of the entire Jiange depends on you!"

In the following decades, one sword-like attic after another was erected on Wanjian Mountain, and tens of thousands of disciples were recruited, but in fact, the earliest members of the entire Jianget were the young man Murong He and this stone sword.

Murong He yelled at the Burial Sword Lake, wanting to draw out his sword, even if it only stabs a sword, Shi Jian felt this extremely strong desire and calling, so it came, even if it would be smashed to pieces, because it is the sword of Wanjiange !

Accompanied by the violent piercing of the Shoushan Stone Sword, the surface of the entire Burial Sword Lake was directly centered on the place where Zhao Yusuo was standing, and was deeply sunken downwards. Afterwards, countless water splashes rushed into the void, forming a shocking waterfall. The shock wave, the space was completely torn apart in an instant, and a huge, pitch-black space hole like a black hole appeared, exuding infinite suction.

The entire void above Wanjian Mountain, the void outside the territory is chaotic, the laws are chaotic, countless water mist rises, covering the sky and blocking the sun, and at the same time completely shielding the sight of many people around the battle, making even the great master and others on the spirit crane , and it is completely impossible to truly sense the specific situation below.

Afterwards, Lu Yao, Emperor Wu Zong couldn't help but took a step forward, turned his head to look at Chu Zhengyang beside him, his white beard trembled, and hurriedly said:

"Boy Chu, I know that the Taoist Palace has set up a ten-mile-red formation on the Wanjian Mountain below. Tell the old man quickly, what is the situation of the battle between His Majesty and Murong He?"

"Mr. Lu, don't worry."

Chu Zhengyang first reached out and patted his daughter Chu Yanyan, who was beside her because of nervousness, tightly pinched the corner of her clothes, then stretched out his right hand, pointed downwards lightly, and continued to speak:

"The power of this stone spirit giant sword is far beyond imagination, so just when it fell, it tore apart my Zong Shilihong formation. Now it is recovering, and it will take some time, but I sensed the vastness of His Majesty. Di Wei, Your Majesty is fine, don't worry."

With Chu Zhengyang's finger, peach blossoms appeared one after another in the entire Wanjian Mountain below. Under the strong energy, they flew around, forming an extremely huge formation, and in the center of the formation, there was a At this moment, a large number of peach petals are flying to fill the huge gap.

Suddenly, directly above the entire Wanjian Mountain, a huge picture scroll of mountains and seas slowly emerged, and then opened outwards, and at the same time, a faint air of national destiny lingered downwards, dispelling the huge chaotic void above the Burial Sword Lake. All quickly filled, revealing the scene on the lake.

All the people watching the battle held their breath and stared at the bottom. On the Burial Sword Lake, Zhao Yu and Murong He, who had been fighting violently at one place, had separated and stood on both sides of the lake. In front of him, the huge space black hole is still raging.

On Zhao Yu's body, the blue-gold original light lingers, exuding pure wind law fluctuations, making the tall and straight body in the flying emperor's robe seem to be hidden in another space, faintly visible, and at the same time, the small wound on his cheek , the blood has stopped, but it has been difficult to heal for a long time because of the extremely strong edge of the sword.

And just because of this small wound, Zhao Yu's face, which was not angry at all, added a bit of evil spirit. The young emperor looked at Murong He who was half squatting on the lake, his eyes still did not fluctuate.

In front of Murong He, the mountain gate stone sword that was originally two stories high was mostly inserted into the lake surface, only a bare hilt full of cracks was exposed.

But at this moment, everyone's gazes were involuntarily focused on Murong He, and then their eyes widened, and they felt their hair stand on end for a while, because at this moment, Murong He, who was kneeling on one knee, had little sharpness left, and a large amount of Blood gushed out from his mouth and dripped onto his chest, scarlet all over, but the most shocking thing was that Murong He's left arm was empty at this time.

The number one swordsman of the Daxia Human Race lost a left arm.

Zhao Yu cut off Murong He's arm!

Chapter 0761

In Shenjing City, Sitian Pagoda, the hall is full of silence, and the drop of a needle can be heard.

Inside the main hall on the first floor, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty and the officials of the Sitian Supervisor all held their breaths and looked up at the picture scroll of mountains and seas above without taking their eyes off it.

In the picture scroll of mountains and seas, with the release of the spirit of national destiny, the chaotic and violent void quickly subsided, and then the scene of the top of the buried sword lake completely appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Turning, a burst of excited cheers broke out.

Even the old courtiers in their [-]s and [-]s kept shaking their long white beards on their chests, and they all raised their arms and shouted:

"Long live Your Majesty!"

Looking at the picture scroll of mountains and seas, Muronghe, who had one arm cut off, knelt on one knee, and hadn't stood up for a long time, Rouge, who was sitting in the center of Sitian Pagoda, stretched her originally dignified face, and let out a breath , then reached out and gently stroked the lower abdomen, as if to comfort the little life in the stomach not to be nervous.

Behind Rouge, Li Chunfeng withdrew his eyes, then opened his mouth and let out an old voice that resounded through the hall:

"This battle is not over yet, everyone please be quiet!"

After finishing speaking, Li Chunfeng turned his head and met Sima Annan's eyes. The old and the young all saw a relieved expression in the other's eyes, and besides that, there was a deep shock, It shocked Zhao Yu's strength.

As an emperor, Zhao Yu doesn't have many chances to make a move, so even those close to him don't know the extent of the young emperor's strength, and even Zhao Yu himself doesn't know, because for those who are taboo, simple It doesn't make any sense to talk about realm division and strength.

The strong cherish the strong, but only when the strong fight against the strong can we know who is stronger!

Compared with the court officials whose cultivation level is generally not high in the Sitian Tower, those great masters and taboos watching the battle from a close distance on the void of Wanjian Mountain undoubtedly have a clearer sense of the strength of the two. Each of Zhao Yu's and Murong He's magical powers carried the power of the land gods and fairyland that shattered the void, and it was a veritable battle at the pinnacle of the world.

"Muronghe's broken arm is equivalent to the loss of a monk's soul. It affects not only the simple strength, but also the essence, energy, spirit and momentum. In other words, Muronghe's attack on the holy position is absolutely hopeless. !"

Above Linghe, the great masters from Dao Palace, Linglong Sect, Bing Sect and so on all let out a sigh with complicated expressions. Although they could not approve of Murong He's move to launch a war against the dynasty and the Lord of Great Xia, they still It is understandable that a monk, a powerful man standing at the pinnacle of the sword, has an infinite desire to move towards a higher level of life.

Because so are they!

But Dao is ruthless, she only pays attention to the sharper blade, and even Muronghe himself knows that what he is fighting for is just the illusory chance.

Muronghe's sword only has sharp edges, once it is sharpened, it is difficult to resist, but since the beginning of this holy battle, everyone understands that under the tide-like offensive of the young emperor, it belongs to Muronghe and the sword. The last bit of power and luck in the world has been ruthlessly shattered by Zhao Yu's heavy punches.

In other words, when Zhao Yu blasted Murong He from Qinglian down to the clouds from the void, this extremely difficult road to sanctification has already run counter to this Wanjiange Pavilion Master!

Under the action of the Ten Miles of Red Formation and the Mountain and Sea Map, the void and chaos on the top of Wanjian Mountain gradually subsided, and the drifting heavy rain above the sky continued to fill the dark night sky. Shaking his beard and hair full of rain, he looked at the seriously injured Murong He, his lips parted slightly, and an old voice came out:

"Muronghe misjudged His Majesty's strength. Up to now, he actually doesn't have many choices, because for him, it is no longer a battle of sanctification, but a battle of life and death. I want to know what will Kendo No.1, who is cornered, do?"

"The most dangerous are the ones who are desperate, no matter what, Murong and he finally have a chance to unleash their swords!"

Beside Lu Yao's old suzerain, the voice of the silver-haired old woman was still full of dignity, and then another echo sounded:

"The master of Potianyuan is right. Muronghe used his left arm as a price to break free from His Majesty's attack, and finally won a chance for himself to strike a sword. The sharpness of Muronghe's whole body is gone There are not many left, so Murong He's sword is the last sword of the whole battle."

At the same time, on top of the black dragon where the Radiant Army and Night Dire Division were located, the voice of Xu Qing, the eldest lady of Duke Wei's mansion, suddenly rang in the ears of all taboos:

"This battle has reached its final juncture, everyone cheer up, mobilize your energy, and wait for the battle!"

"promise!"

Accompanied by a uniform and categorical roar, Murong He, who was kneeling on one knee on the surface of the Burial Sword Lake below, suddenly took a deep breath in, and then let it out violently. The huge lake seemed to surge violently with it, and a lot of blood gushed out from Murong He's mouth.

But after breathing in and out, Murong's ordinary and unremarkable face has become calm as before, especially in his eyes, all the negative emotions before have disappeared, and there is only pure firmness, calmness and confidence.

Because Murong He's only remaining right hand slowly stepped forward and grasped the hilt of the Shoushan Great Sword.

"When a sword cultivator holds the sword, he is fearless!"

A faint voice came out from Murong He's mouth, and then he raised his head, staring at the other end of the lake, the tall and straight young emperor's shadow under the rain curtain, for some reason, Murong He's extremely sharp eyes looked at this body The figure in the imperial robe was blurred for a moment.

Then Murong He frowned, grabbed the right hand that was already full of cracks in front of him, and suddenly exerted force, the last sharp edge from all over his body was completely released, and the whole body stood upright very slowly, as if holding a billions of catties weight.

Infinite sharpness appeared, the void sword aura above Wanjian Mountain was awe-inspiring, and all the rainwater was cut into powder!

Murong He held his sword and stood up extremely slowly. Although the Shoushan Great Sword was huge and surprisingly heavy, it was absolutely not so heavy. Moreover, as the hilt was pulled up, the entire Burial Sword Lake began to boil violently, because Countless sword souls sleeping in the lake have been awakened, vying to release their own violent edge that is unwilling to be lonely.

On Murong He's angular upper body, blue veins protruded like a dragon, but his face remained calm, and then he pulled the hilt of the Shoushan Great Sword completely out of the water, but under the hilt, it was not the original A stone sword, but an incomparably vague sword edge.

At the same time, Murong and shouted to the sky, and the rolling sound, accompanied by the extremely violent sword energy, directly exploded in the ears of Zhao Yu, whose expression changed slightly:

"Your Majesty, you must be familiar with this sword, because I borrowed it from you before!"

At the end of the roar, there was a sword roar between heaven and earth, like a thunderclap, and a name that was not long ago appeared in Zhao Yu's mind.

One Sword Flying Immortal!

Chapter 0762

The time seems to have returned to that rainy night a year ago, in Guangyu City, Tsingyi Lane.

One sword goes down the mountain, ten thousand swords follow!

Under the torrential rain, Zhao Yu strode towards the mighty old lady Yun, who was dressed in red, and then he stretched out his right hand to hold the blurred sword. Hundreds of millions of sword souls enveloped his body, just like his own. Hold the entire sword path.

Without words or communication, Zhao Yu already knew the name of this style of sword.