I have a sword that can sway the heavens

The new city owner is named Duanlang.

Day after day, the golden flame licked the four stubborn stones of the snow drink knife and the peerless sword, and they gradually softened and turned into flowing juice.

Time passed, and for more than half a year, the four stubborn stones completely melted.

Lear cast out the magic seal, pulling and pouring the juice smelted from the stubborn stone into the blades of Ning Frost and Eternal Regret.

The Everlasting Sorrow Sword obtained a small portion of the juice smelted from the stubborn stone, and more of the juice smelted from the stubborn stone was swallowed by the Frost Sword.

The Ningshuang sword seemed to come alive, it was wrapped in the juice bit by bit, and the blade slowly changed.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and it became thicker and thicker. The thunder roared, and it seemed that thunder would strike at any time.

The ghosts and gods of the nine heavens and ten earths do not allow such a fairy sword to be born in this world!

Lier looked up at the sky, smiled without saying a word, injected mana and blood essence to help Ningshuangjian to advance, and ignored the thunder pond hanging in the sky.

City Lord's Mansion.

Duanlang was dressed in gorgeous brocade and a dark black cloak, with a dignified aura.

Glancing at the oppressive sky, his eyes were shining brightly, and he said to himself, "It seems that the master's fairy sword is about to be refined!"

In front of Duanlang, Nie Feng was not in the mood to pay attention to the changes in the sky, and said to Duanlang, "Lang, Absolutely Wushen's invasion is related to the Central Plains martial arts. Senior Wuming has been imprisoned in Wushenjue Palace. Please report to Mr. , sir, please help me."

Duan Lang looked at Nie Feng and said with a smile, "Nie Feng, you don't have to be so nervous. No matter how rampant Jue Wushen is, he is always a clown in front of Mr. Maybe the Lord of the City can take him down without Mr.

"You said it's about the Central Plains Wulin. As a member of the Central Plains Wulin, my city lord will follow you to Wushenjue Palace, and you will be absolutely Wushen."

Duan Lang stood up with the Fire Lin Sword in his hand, his body was very dignified, and his face was full of confidence.

Over the past few months, under his master's guidance, his kendo attainments have improved to a higher level, and he has also practiced into the top ten martial arts. He feels that apart from his master, he is invincible in the world.

Even if it is Xiongba, he will not be his opponent.

It's a pity that Xiongba has been defeated by Nie Feng and Bu Jingyun, and his anonymity has been lost, which makes Duanlang a little regretful.

Nie Feng looked at Duanlang suspiciously, hesitant to speak.

He knows that his good friend, Mr. De, has made great progress in martial arts and swordsmanship, but Juewushen is not a weak person, even stronger than Xiongba back then.

Chapter 160

Nie Feng rushed to Wushenjue Palace with Duanlang.

In front of the sword cottage.

The Ningshuang sword was reborn, from good to evil, two different forces burst out from the sword.

boom!

The ghosts and gods of the nine heavens and ten places could no longer bear it, and thunderbolts as thick as water tanks fell from the sky, trying to destroy Ningshuangjian.

Such a sword should not appear in this world!

Li Er chuckled, watching Ningshuangjian receive the baptism of thunder.

After being baptized by Tianlei, Ningshuangjian will get a transformation, and Lear did not intervene.

Thunderbolts fell from the sky one after another, each one getting stronger and stronger.

The thunder was deafening, the thunder light illuminated people's faces, and the brilliant heavenly power made the people of Wushuang City tremble.

The martial arts people in Wushuang City wanted to go to Jianlu to explore, but the city lord issued an order to designate a few miles around Jianlu as a forbidden area, so people didn't know the truth, and only thought that God was angry and wanted to destroy the world.

A total of eighty thunderbolts fell, and the dark clouds in the sky became thicker and thicker.

The pitch-black thunder column has been brewing in the dark clouds for most of the day, and once it falls, it can be predicted that it will destroy the world.

Li Er looked at the Ningshuang Sword, the Ningshuang Sword floated up and down, the sword light penetrated the sky and the earth, and shot towards the thunder cloud, trying to dispel the darkness.

In the City Lord's Mansion, Duan Lang and Nie Feng fled back in embarrassment.

Crushing the armrest of the chair, Duanlang said with hatred, "Damn it! Wujue Shrine is Juewushen's home field, and those ghosts under him are not afraid of death, and Wujueshen dare not confront us head-on."

Nie Feng fell into silence, and said after a while, "Lang, let's ask Mr. Wuming to take action. Senior Wuming is in their hands, and I'm worried that Jue Wushen will be bad for Senior Wuming."

Duanlang flicked his sleeves, and refused in a cold voice, "No, you can't disturb Mister because of such a trivial matter!"

"I will not lose to Wushenjue, wait for me to gather all my troops and fight back to Wushenjue Palace."

Nie Feng was still a little hesitant, but at this moment, a Wushuang City minion ran in, knelt on the ground with a terrified face, and reported to Duanlang, "City Master, it's not good! People from Wushenjue Palace have come to kill you. Just outside the city, they have a lot of people coming."

Duanlang stood up abruptly, with a sneer on his face, "There is a way to heaven, he doesn't go, but he just wants to come to Wushuang City, do you still think this is Wushenjue Palace?"

"Pass on the order of the city lord, gather all the soldiers and horses, and face Ju Wushen!"

Outside Wushuang City, there were tens of thousands of people as far as the eye could see.

These men and horses are all black.

The horse is a dark horse, and the man on the horse is dressed in black, with a hideous ghost mask on his face, and a bright samurai sword in his hand. The lineup is solemn and silent.

This is a well-trained and extremely elite army, and it is also where Absolutely Wushen dared to invade the Central Plains.

Jue Wushen, the owner of Jue Palace, who has no gods on the small island of Dongying, has great ambitions and is not satisfied with being the king on the small island of Dongying.

Twenty years ago, when he invaded the Central Plains for the first time, he was blocked by Wuming Wuming, who was holding a hero's sword, outside the pass.

In order to restrain Wuming, Jue Wushen sneaked into Shaolin and learned the golden bell.

After learning the golden bell cover, he studied hard with his extraordinary aptitude and wisdom, and transformed the essence of the golden bell cover into an indestructible golden body of defensive hard work.

Having mastered the Killing Fist and practiced into an indestructible golden body, Jue Wushen once again brought his ten thousand ghosts across the sea and invaded the Central Plains.

He was worried about Wuming, and joined forces with the army to plot Wuming and imprison Wuming in prison.

After Wuming was imprisoned, Jue Wushen became more and more unscrupulous, thinking that the Central Plains martial arts were nothing more than that, and he was about to dominate the Central Plains martial arts.Just when Jue Wu was full of complacency, Nie Fengbu Jingyun first broke into Wushen Jue Palace and gave him a blow.

After defeating Fengyun, unexpectedly Nie Feng brought another Duanlang.

This kid named Duanlang posed a great threat to him and almost broke his immortal golden body.

Absolutely Wushen had been preparing for decades. He did not allow anyone to threaten his great cause of unifying the Central Plains. He immediately brought his subordinate Guichaluo to Wushuang City, and did not give that kid named Duanlang a chance to breathe.

Tens of thousands of ghosts are displayed in front of Wushuang City, the lineup is solemn, each ghost exudes murderous intent, these murderous intents gather together, creating the illusion of a sea of ​​blood, which makes people shudder.

These ghost chaluos are all cultivated by Jue Wushen with all his painstaking efforts. Each of them is an elite who has grown up from stepping on mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Pulling out a ghost chaluo alone is not considered weak.

Tens of thousands of ghosts guarded a car and chased them away.

The car drove around, there were three riders who were different from Guichaluo.

Among the three cavalry, one is Po Jun with a sword on his back, and the other two are the sons of Jue Wushen, Jue Tian and Jue Xin.

The interior of the car is luxuriously decorated.

Jue Wushen was tall and tall. He was wearing a tiger skin bunt, wrist guards on his hands, and a neat mustache on his lips. He squinted his eyes and said to the woman next to him, "When I capture Wushuang City, there will be no more in the Central Plains martial arts world." People can stop my steps, and you will be my queen when the time comes, beauty, and I promise you to be the mother of the world."

There is a woman kneeling beside Jue Wushen, the age of the woman is hard to guess, she has a plump figure, and her skin is fair and smooth, like creamy white jade.

The woman was wearing a revealing dress, with a snow-white hemisphere squeezing out a deep gully on her chest, Yin Tao's small mouth was delicate and bright red, she fed a grape into Jue Wushen's mouth, and smiled charmingly at Jue Wushen, "The palace masters the world!" Invincible, it is a blessing that the land of the Central Plains can usher in the rule of the Palace Master."

Jue Wushen hugged Yan Ying in his arms, tied his severed beard on Yan Ying's face, took a deep breath of a woman's unique breath, flung his cloak and walked out of the car.

Looking at the guards at the head of Wushuang City, Jue Wushen walked towards the city gate with a grin on his face.

On the top of the city, the guards turned pale with fright, and countless arrows rained down, trying to shoot Jue Wushen into a hedgehog.

There was a golden light on Jue Wushen's body, and his skin glowed with a golden luster. He walked in the rain of arrows all over the sky without being affected at all.

Walking in front of the city gate, Jue Wushen smiled ferociously, and his fists were clenched.

boom!

With Jue Wushen's killing punch, the city gate and the city wall collapsed.

Duan Lang and Nie Feng rushed to see the scene where Jue Wushen smashed the city gate.

Duan Lang held the Fire Lin sword in his hand, with a cold expression, squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "Juewushen, you are courting death!"

Absolutely Wushen looked at Duanlang, bared his teeth and smiled.

With a wave of his hand, he said in a majestic voice, "Don't leave any dog ​​behind!"

The voice of Jue Wushen fell, and Guichaluo, who was overwhelming tens of thousands, raised his sword and rode his horse, charging towards the collapsed gap at the city gate.

Duanlang's eyelids twitched, Wuming was furious.

Raising the Huolin Sword, Duanlang rushed out to meet the tens of thousands of ghosts, and roared, "Follow the city lord to kill!"

Thousands of soldiers of Wushuang City looked at the ghost chaluo, who was overwhelming tens of thousands, and were shocked by the murderous intent emitted by the tens of thousands of ghost chaluo, their legs went weak.

Nie Feng followed Duanlang out with a big knife in his hand, and said to himself, "The movement here should alarm sir, I must hold on until sir arrives!"

On the outskirts of Wushuang City, over the sword hut, the dark clouds receded.

Ningshuang Sword has the characteristics of the God Stone, and can change shape at will, turning into a sword pill, which is swallowed by Lear.

"Xiaoya, let's go!"

"Sir, where are we going?"

"Go kill."

Lear raised his eyes to Wushuang City not far away, his eyes were indifferent.

Chapter 161 Didn't Let Me Down

Peerless City.

The wall at the gate of the city collapsed, and tens of thousands of ghosts and katanas were held high in the darkness, and the murderous intent gathered in the sky, creating the illusion of a sea of ​​blood in front of people's eyes.

If there are too many troops, there will be evil spirits.

What's more, these Guichaluo are dead soldiers carefully cultivated by Jue Wushen, each of them has good martial arts when pulled out individually, and they walked out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

The number of soldiers in Wushuang City is not as large as that of Absolute God's Guichaluo, and they are farther apart in terms of momentum.

Facing the charge of tens of thousands of ghosts, the soldiers behind the city gate were already so frightened that their legs went weak.

Duanlang rushed out first, and the Huolin Sword drew out fiery red sword energy, and swept across dozens of Guichaluo with one swing.

In Nie Feng's hand, the snow-white blade stretched for 40 meters, and it cut people off their backs.

Absolutely Wushen sneered.

He didn't care about the casualties of Guichaluo under his command.

There are tens of thousands of ghosts, no matter how strong the martial arts of the boys named Nie Feng and Duan Lang are, their martial arts will always be exhausted.

As the car drove up, Yan Ying lifted the bead curtain at some point, with guilt and worry in her eyes, she couldn't help walking in front of Jue Wushen.

This battle was extremely tragic.

Nie Feng stood shoulder to shoulder with Duanlang, the two stood guard at the gate of the city, their foreheads were dripping with sweat, and they were panting heavily.

Don't look at their sword qi flying horizontally and horizontally with a wave of their hands, and the sword light soars, harvesting dozens of Guichaluo's lives like cutting wheat, but this consumes a lot of their physical strength and skill.

When one's strength is exhausted.

These Guichaluo are the elite among the elite, all of them have excellent martial arts. If this trend continues, in another two quarters of an hour, they may die under the knife.

In front of him, there were countless Guichaluo wearing hideous masks. They were not afraid of death, stomping on the corpses of their companions and attacking Nie Feng and Duanlang.

With his sword on his back, Po Jun squinted his eyes and said softly, "There are many talents in the Central Plains martial arts. These two boys are young and have a bright future. It's a pity to die here."

"Mr. Po Jun, you overestimated those two boys."

"The martial arts in the Central Plains are a bunch of weaklings. Wherever I go, who dares to stop me? What about Wuming, and what about Nie Feng Duanlang? To use an old saying in the Central Plains, they are called mantis arms as carts!"

"Look, the Central Plains martial arts can't stop the pace of Wushen Jue Palace, and my lord father will soon dominate the Central Plains."

Jue Xin is not very old, but a teenager, with a proud smile on his face, contempt in his eyes, and disdain for the Central Plains martial arts in his tone.

Po Jun didn't argue with Jue Xin, as he was born in Central Plains Wulin, he knows better how deep the Central Plains Wulin is.

Juetian looked at his stupid brother coldly, without saying a word.

Sweat burst from the forehead, gathered along the cheeks to the chin, dripped on the chest, and stained the chest.

Nie Feng and Duanlang's vision was a bit blurred. In front of him, there were many Guichaluo corpses, but these Guichaluo seemed to be endless.

Duan Lang clenched the Huolin Sword tightly, the hilt slipped a little with the sweat in his palms, he took a deep breath, and shouted, "Jue Wushen, you came across the sea from Dongpu, are you just hiding behind your back and acting like a turtle?"