I have a sword that can sway the heavens

"Okay, each according to his own ability!"

"Dragon Sword Envoy, take the guests to the guest room, don't be negligent."

Jian Zun took the Nine Dragon Stone from Murong Hua's hand, his face was indifferent, showing no change in emotion.

"Please!"

Dragon Sword Envoy took Murong Hua and Ren Qianxing away.

When there were no outsiders in the Sword Palace, Jianxiong was puzzled, and stepped forward to ask, "Father, that Murong Hua is uneasy and kind, why should we agree to him and let him compete for the Ningshuang Sword?"

The sword master laughed and replied, "Xiong'er, do you know that the Nine Dragon Stone can help people improve their skills? Murong Hua sent the Nine Dragon Stone to this deity, which just happened to help this deity practice the seventh level of riding a dragon!"

"Once you master Riding Dragon and Seven Slashes, that old man Murong Hua will not be your father's opponent."

"But father..."

"That's enough! Xiong'er, go down immediately and prepare to block the Sword Forging City. Three days later, the Ningshuang Sword will be born!"

Jianxiong hesitated to speak, but seeing how ambitious Jianzun was, it was hard for her to pour cold water on her father.

Nine Dragon Stones can help people improve their skills. Didn't Murong Hua use Nine Dragon Stones to improve their skills?

Yan Zangfeng and Jianxiong quit the Sword Palace together.

On the way, Yan Zangfeng frowned, and said, "Jianxiong, what kind of sword is the Ningshuang Sword?"

Jianxiong didn't hide anything from Yan Zangfeng's husband-in-law, and replied, "The Ningshuang Sword is the most precious treasure in the world. According to ancient rumors, whoever holds the Ningshuang Sword will be the supreme martial artist, who can rule the rivers and lakes forever!"

Yan Zangfeng frowned even tighter, and said worriedly, "The birth of such a sword is destined to attract blood and blood. It is not a good thing for the people of the world. No matter who gets the Ningshuang Sword, the world will not be peaceful."

Jianxiong turned his eyes and asked suddenly, "Shui Lai, if Ningshuang Sword fell into your hands, how would you use it?"

Yan Zangfeng was taken aback for a moment, then shook his head, "The Ningshuang Sword is the painstaking effort of your Sword City, how could it fall into my hands?"

Jianxiong was silent, a bold idea was born in her mind.

In the guest room of Jianjian City, Ren Qianxing looked at Murong Hua and asked doubtfully, "Master, since the Nine Dragon Stone can infuse the Ningshuang Sword with the soul of the sword, why did we hand over the Nine Dragon Stone so easily?"

Murong Hua turned his head, the wise light in his eyes flickered, and he said with a smile, "Qian Xing, when did you see that you did something you were not sure about as a teacher?"

The Ningshuang Sword was born, in addition to the Nine Dragon Stone, there is another condition.

Quenching the blood and opening the front, the magic sword is invincible!

Recalling the secrets passed down from the family, Murong Hua smiled even more happily, because only the blood of the most direct line of their Demon Sword survivors can quench the blood for the Demon Sword and let the Demon Sword be born!

He, Murong Hua, was destined to wield the Ningshuang Sword in this life.

What's more, he has completely refined the innate stellar qi to a great degree, and he is invulnerable to swords, soldiers, water and fire, and he is not afraid of the sword master's slashing by the dragon.

Murong Hua was immersed in fantasy, and did not notice the strangeness in the eyes of his apprentice Ren Qianxing.

Outside the Sword Casting City, Helian Ba ​​was dressed in a purple robe, his thick black hair was bound by a jade crown, his eyes were burning, and he asked Yu'er, "That old man Guan Yutian really entered the Sword Casting City?"

Bai Yu'er knelt down on one knee, and replied respectfully, "Father, Yu'er saw it with her own eyes, Guan Yutian brought Ren Qianxing into Jianjian City."

"Hohohohoho! The Ningshuang Sword is finally about to be born. If it weren't for being as good as a god, my palace master might be kept in the dark by Guan Yutian and Jian Zun, and thus miss the Ningshuang Sword!"

Helen Ba let out a hoarse laugh from his throat, his eyes were fierce, like a vicious shark that would prey on someone.

Bai Yu'er shuddered, and asked puzzledly, "Who is Liaoru Shen?"

Helian Ba ​​glanced at Bai Yu'er, then at Lian Chixue beside him, and said with a smile, "Liao Rushen is the No. 20 sixth-generation head of Tianji Sect, the most wise man in the world, there is no secret in the whole world that he doesn't know , claiming to be as clear as a god! With the help of a god, the master of this palace will win the Ningshuang Sword, and the day when he will dominate the martial arts is not far away."

"Congratulations to foster father!"

"Congratulations, Palace Master!"

"Father (palace lord) dominates the Jianghu, just around the corner!"

"Ho ho ho ho ho..."

In the congratulatory voices of Bai Yu'er and Lian Chixue, Helian Ba ​​laughed even more happily, his hoarse voice was like a night owl, harsh and harsh but refused to stop.

Chapter 93

At night, the sky is full of stars.

Outside the Sword Forging City.

The middle-aged man wore a goose feather cloak, held a feather fan, and stroked his goatee beard.

He looked up at the stars in the sky, with a smile of victory on his face.

"Yinghuo Shouxin, Ningshuang Sword is about to be born, and Life and Death Chess is about to be born."

"Star Lucun and Star Greedy Wolf will meet soon. Zang Feng, Qianxing, don't let me down!"

"At the beginning of righteousness, the heart and sword are united. When the blood is quenched and the front is opened, the magic sword is invincible."

"Heart Sword and Demon Sword will choose their own master, Sword Master, Murong Hua, you can't think of it?"

"It's really ridiculous to make a wedding dress for someone else after trying so hard!"

The figure of the man was hidden in the darkness.

In Jianjian City, Yan Zangfeng tossed and turned, memory fragments kept flashing in his mind, like a horse watching a flower, his memory began to recover.

He is Yanzangfeng, not Shuilai!

"Who?"

Yan Zangfeng woke up suddenly and looked towards the door.

Squeak, the door opened, and came in like a god.

"Uncle, why are you here?"

Yan Zangfeng was surprised and puzzled.

Liao Rushen shook his feather fan, and said in a deep voice, "Zang Feng, I came here for the common people of the world. Right now, the Ningshuang Sword will be born soon, and there will be a bloody storm in the martial arts world!"

Yan Zangfeng frowned. During these days in Zhujian City, he also learned about Ningshuang Sword from Jianxiong.

"Uncle, are you here to prevent Ningshuangjian from being born?"

"No! The birth of Ningshuang Sword is God's will, and no one can stop it!"

His voice was as deep as a god's.

"Uncle, what should we do then?"

"Zang Feng, the birth of the Ningshuang Sword is not entirely a bad thing. You must know that the Ningshuang Sword is composed of a heart sword and a magic sword. The heart sword represents justice, and the magic sword represents evil."

"There are good and evil in the world, but evil cannot prevail and good is the principle of heaven and earth. As long as the owner of the Heart Sword can control the Ningshuang Sword, he can prevent the Ningshuang Sword from causing harm to the common people and quell the upcoming martial arts catastrophe!"

"Conversely, if the master of the magic sword is allowed to control the Ningshuang Sword, it will cause the common people to cry blood, and the world will be poisoned."

Yan Zangfeng listened seriously, and said solemnly, "Uncle, then we must find the owner of the Heart Sword as soon as possible, and let him stop this coming martial arts catastrophe."

He shook his head like a god.

"Zang Feng, you are the master of Heart Sword!"

Yan Zangfeng looked confused, full of puzzlement.

Liao Rushen explained, "500 years ago, a great devil named Ying Shuntian appeared in the world. Ying Shuntian held the magic sword, cruel and violent, and the world suffered from his rule for a long time. At that time, there was a chess sword Zu held the heart sword and was born, fought with Ying Shuntian, and finally the two died together, and the common people in the world gained a short period of peace."

"When the Ningshuang sword is in the hands of the heart sword master, it is a fairy sword!"

"When the Ningshuang Sword is in the hands of the Demon Sword Master, it is a blood-drinking Demon Sword!"

"Right now, the Ningshuang Sword is about to be born again. Zang Feng, you must hold the Ningshuang Sword in your own hands, and even if it is not good, you must get the Heart Sword, so that you can fight against the Demon Sword. Never let the Heart Sword be suppressed by the Demon Sword But, otherwise, it will be magic rising and Dao disappearing."

Yan Zangfeng understood, he nodded, and asked again, "Uncle, why do you say that I am the master of Heart Sword?"

I am the master of Heart Sword, is there something special about me, why don't I know it myself?

Yan Zangfeng understood what he heard, but he still had some doubts.

Liao Rushen laughed, and said, "Zang Feng, do you know that the Four Elephant Art of Heaven's Will you learned was passed down from the ancestor of the Chess Master Sword, and you are the descendant of the Chess Master Sword Master! What's more, Zang Feng You have a benevolent heart and care about the common people, Xinjian will definitely recognize you as the master."

"Zang Feng, you must control the Ningshuang Sword, so that you can solve the world's common people's distress."

Seeing Rushen's serious tone, Yan Zangfeng's expression also became serious, and he nodded seriously, "Don't worry, Uncle, Zangfeng will definitely control the Ningshuang Sword, so as to prevent it from falling into the hands of the master of the magic sword, and do harm to the common people!"

Liao Rushen showed a child-teachable smile on his face, and his figure disappeared into the darkness, leaving only Yan Zangfeng with firm eyes.

In the middle of the night, Ren Qianxing suddenly opened his eyes.

"who is it?"

"it's me."

"You are like a god, what are you doing here?"

"Qianxing, you don't need to be vigilant, I'm here to tell you the truth, you are the master of the Demon Sword!"

"I am the master of the magic sword?"

After Liao Rushen left, the ambition in Ren Qianxing's eyes could no longer be suppressed.

As long as he is in charge of the Ningshuang Sword, the treasure of life and death chess is his Ren Qianxing's, the world's martial arts is his Ren Qianxing's, Yiyi should also be his Ren Qianxing's!

Outside Zhujian City, Liao Rushen glanced at the giant supporting the sky and the ground, with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, "The heart sword has a spirit, and the magic sword also has a spirit. I can't control the Ningshuang sword, but I can control the heart sword and the magic sword." master."

"Master, you didn't count this point, did you?"

Liao Rushen stretched out his hand and held it empty, as if the whole world was controlled by him in applause. His eyes were wise and his face was full of confidence.

Liao Rushen turned around and left Sword Forging City.

He didn't see that on the Sword Mountain of Forging Sword City, a ray of sword light pierced the night and split the clouds in the sky.

The quiet night was pierced by a ray of sword light.

The Sword Mountain of Forging Sword City is bare, and there are no more sword weapons planted on the mountainside.

A figure as thin as a bamboo pole stood up, his white clothes had long since been torn, and only shreds of rags were left on his body to hide his shame. His skin was covered with blood scabs.

Lear opened his eyes.

His pupils were as bright as stars, and a sword light shot out from his eyes, piercing the quiet night and splitting the clouds in the sky.

In the entire Sword Forging City, with a radius of a hundred miles, all the swords trembled and hummed, crawling towards the direction of Jianshan, as if they were paying homage to their king.

Yan Zangfeng looked astonished, seeing the trembling sword hanging on the wall, he was a little surprised, and said to himself, "Could it be true that I am the master of the heart sword as uncle said?"

Other than that, there is no other explanation.

Otherwise, he couldn't figure out why the saber would tremble by itself.

Ren Qianxing looked ecstatically, looked at the trembling saber, and muttered, "Liao Rushen didn't lie to me, I really am the master of the magic sword!"

"It's him!"

"The Ningshuang sword must be in the hands of this deity, otherwise Lear will be invincible!"

Jian Zun was also alarmed, he looked towards Jianshan, his eyes were solemn, his face was gloomy, and water was about to drip.

Outside Zhujian City, Bai Yu'er and Lian Chixue looked puzzled, and they really couldn't understand why the saber in their hands trembled.

On the sword mountain, Lear smiled, and the blood scab attached to his skin fell off.

Opening his mouth and inhaling, the aura of heaven and earth near Jianshan was drained, forming a vortex of aura, which poured into Lear's body.

The body that was originally as thin as a bamboo pole was full again, and the detached fairy style returned again.

Inside the body, a golden iron sword gallbladder glowed with white light.

Sword gallbladder, completely accomplished.

Wan Jian returned to the sect, and went up to another level.

At the moment when the sword gall was refined, Lear had a natural coercion over the swords in the world. With a single thought, he could intimidate Wan Jian and make Wan Jian bow his head.

Looking down at the shrouded cloth strips, Lear's figure disappeared on the sword mountain, and the night returned to silence.

Chapter 94 How about letting Li try?

Underneath the Sword Forging City, raging magma rolled.

In the crimson magma, a four-foot-long sword floated up and down.