Chapter 452 The war is about to begin, the last sword
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Yi Zhi Liu Lian 3 Hao
The powerful donkey clan.
A man with a kind face sat in the main seat.
But there were coffins placed around them.
"Everyone, the Undertaker has appeared. If we don't take action, we may lose the opportunity."
Upon hearing this, a voice came from an ancient coffin.
"The thunder calamity has not yet been resolved, how can we take action?"
Hearing this, the man smiled and said: "Who said that the thunder tribulation has not been solved? Isn't the way of luck and becoming a god the solution?"
"Shanhe Academy is not the only one who can become a god through luck, Demon Court can do the same."
"Shanhe Academy acts arbitrarily, and the new monster clan enjoys its success. The human clan is obviously weak, but it can enjoy abundant resources."
"Are you willing to see something like this happen?"
Facing the man's words, another coffin spoke.
"The Destiny of Luck may be able to solve the problem of thunder tribulation, but the Undertaker is not that easy to kill."
"If we can kill him casually, then Sanqianzhou will not be destroyed."
"It is true that he cannot be killed under normal circumstances, but this era is the best time to kill him."
"In the first battle on the Heavenly Road, Emperor Huang Tian was there to protect him. Coupled with the deterrence of the Ancient Forbidden Land, naturally no one could touch him."
"In the years to come, there will always be those who are destined to protect him."
"But now, these people are gone."
"Desolate Heaven Emperor and the Holy Saint were trapped by the thunder calamity, and they also have to go on an expedition to other places, so they have no time to spare to protect Chen Changsheng."
"The Demon Emperor fell, the white-haired sword god suffered heavy losses, and even the Jade Emperor was wiped out."
"In addition, after the Jade Emperor carried the destiny, he fell out with the Ancient Forbidden Land. As a result, the mourners also lost the support of the Ancient Forbidden Land."
"To be fair, don't you think this is the best time?"
Hearing this, many "coffins" fell silent.
After a long time, a voice came.
"The last two questions are, how can we be sure that the Undertaker has no other back-ups?"
"Aiming at the human race, forcing Undertaker to take action."
"The Undertaker shows up, then he won't just sit idly by and ignore the human race."
"If Undertaker really has a strong back-up force, we can stop in time before it's too late."
After getting this answer, there was silence for a while, which was regarded as agreeing with the idea.
"Second question, why should we believe you."
"As a former top magic cultivator, your words are somewhat credible."
Faced with this problem, Wang Hao smiled slightly and said.
"Of course you can't believe a word of what I say, but the people I want to kill are similar to your goals."
"My charming ancestor came together with the Undertaker. If he wanted to kill him, he would naturally have to kill the Undertaker."
"If that's not the case, why would I bother to cooperate with you? Wouldn't it be better if I went to the Undertaker."
As soon as these words came out, everyone lowered their guard a little.
The incident in Ling Cangzhou back then was almost universally known, and the two "grandfather and grandson" had been fighting to the death for a long time.
"Okay, just follow your plan."
"Target the human race first and test the Undertaker's background."
As soon as the words fell, many coffins disappeared instantly.
Looking at the empty secret room, Wang Hao raised a smile on his lips.
"My charming ancestor!"
"You really have good taste. You really have no future with this group of people."
"It's a pity that because of Chen Changsheng's intervention, I won't be able to kill you properly in the next few thousand years."
......
The Great Wall of Sword Qi.
"brush!"
Powerful sword energy was raging on the top of the city. Feiyun sat cross-legged, with countless scattered sword energy hovering around him.
After more than a year of training, Feiyun's sword intent has made great achievements.
What's even more interesting is that in the process of continuously polishing the sword's intention, Feiyun's size continues to "shrink".
In the end, he turned into a handsome young man.
"Crack!"
Another piece of rust the size of a rice grain fell.
Seeing this situation, Feiyun couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
one Year!
It took a full year, and I tried my best to get rid of the rust as big as half a copper coin.
How long will it take to remove all the rust?
Thinking of this, Feiyun turned his head and looked at Su Waner beside him.
During this year, I have been polishing my sword intent every moment.
But Su Waner lived a very leisurely life, playing the piano on weekdays and comprehending the artistic conception of Jinghong Sword.
But even in such a "loose" state of practice, Su Waner would always exude a trace of Taoism from time to time.
If it weren't for her strength in the other side realm, Feiyun sometimes suspected that Su Waner had become a strong person in the divine realm.
"Wan'er, the young master has been away for a while. When will he come back?"
"I don't know, but I feel like the young master will be back soon."
"why?"
"Because this 'iron sword' seems to be coming to life."
After saying that, Su Waner lowered her head and looked at the "Jinghong" in her hand.
Over the past year or so, I have carefully understood the artistic conception of "Jinghong".
Although I still didn't see the "Snow Falling on the World" sword move, I felt the urge to swing the sword.
I don't know why, but I always feel that as long as I swing this sword.
The iron sword that has been "dead" for a long time will come to life.
......
Badlands.
A mummy sat quietly on the ground.
After a long time, the mummy slowly opened its eyes.
Looking at the endless void, the mummy said in a hoarse voice.
"Such a place cut off from life is indeed not the evolution of heaven and earth."
"What exactly did you take away?"
As he spoke, infinite vitality emerged from the mummy's body, and its shriveled body was also rapidly filling up.
After a while, Chen Changsheng, who had recovered his condition, stood up.
"Since you want to fight, then let's fight."
"You have been preparing for this for so long, so you must have thought of a way to deal with me."
"I want to see if you can kill me."
After saying that, Chen Changsheng turned around and walked towards the Sword Qi Great Wall.
Everything is ready. Before the war begins, let's catch a few stinky rats to sacrifice the flag.
......
Ordinary streets.
An old farmer selling vegetables looked into the distance with cloudy eyes.
Feeling the faint sword intention, the old farmer murmured: "Sir, it's not that I don't want to see you, it's just that I can no longer hold the sword in my hand."
"Now, I can no longer swing the sword that cuts off everything for you."
Just as he was talking, the half-broken sword in the old farmer's arms made a sound.
Seeing this, the old farmer was surprised and said: "Meng Yu, do you also want me to help you sir again?"
Hearing this, the half-broken sword rang even louder.
Feeling this movement, the old farmer's eyes instantly became clear.
"Hahaha!"
"I know you won't blame me. Since you agree, let me swing this last sword for my husband."
After saying that, the old farmer squatting in front of the stall stood up.
That thin body seemed to contain endless power.
......
A man with a kind face sat in the main seat.
But there were coffins placed around them.
"Everyone, the Undertaker has appeared. If we don't take action, we may lose the opportunity."
Upon hearing this, a voice came from an ancient coffin.
"The thunder calamity has not yet been resolved, how can we take action?"
Hearing this, the man smiled and said: "Who said that the thunder tribulation has not been solved? Isn't the way of luck and becoming a god the solution?"
"Shanhe Academy is not the only one who can become a god through luck, Demon Court can do the same."
"Shanhe Academy acts arbitrarily, and the new monster clan enjoys its success. The human clan is obviously weak, but it can enjoy abundant resources."
"Are you willing to see something like this happen?"
Facing the man's words, another coffin spoke.
"The Destiny of Luck may be able to solve the problem of thunder tribulation, but the Undertaker is not that easy to kill."
"If we can kill him casually, then Sanqianzhou will not be destroyed."
"It is true that he cannot be killed under normal circumstances, but this era is the best time to kill him."
"In the first battle on the Heavenly Road, Emperor Huang Tian was there to protect him. Coupled with the deterrence of the Ancient Forbidden Land, naturally no one could touch him."
"In the years to come, there will always be those who are destined to protect him."
"But now, these people are gone."
"Desolate Heaven Emperor and the Holy Saint were trapped by the thunder calamity, and they also have to go on an expedition to other places, so they have no time to spare to protect Chen Changsheng."
"The Demon Emperor fell, the white-haired sword god suffered heavy losses, and even the Jade Emperor was wiped out."
"In addition, after the Jade Emperor carried the destiny, he fell out with the Ancient Forbidden Land. As a result, the mourners also lost the support of the Ancient Forbidden Land."
"To be fair, don't you think this is the best time?"
Hearing this, many "coffins" fell silent.
After a long time, a voice came.
"The last two questions are, how can we be sure that the Undertaker has no other back-ups?"
"Aiming at the human race, forcing Undertaker to take action."
"The Undertaker shows up, then he won't just sit idly by and ignore the human race."
"If Undertaker really has a strong back-up force, we can stop in time before it's too late."
After getting this answer, there was silence for a while, which was regarded as agreeing with the idea.
"Second question, why should we believe you."
"As a former top magic cultivator, your words are somewhat credible."
Faced with this problem, Wang Hao smiled slightly and said.
"Of course you can't believe a word of what I say, but the people I want to kill are similar to your goals."
"My charming ancestor came together with the Undertaker. If he wanted to kill him, he would naturally have to kill the Undertaker."
"If that's not the case, why would I bother to cooperate with you? Wouldn't it be better if I went to the Undertaker."
As soon as these words came out, everyone lowered their guard a little.
The incident in Ling Cangzhou back then was almost universally known, and the two "grandfather and grandson" had been fighting to the death for a long time.
"Okay, just follow your plan."
"Target the human race first and test the Undertaker's background."
As soon as the words fell, many coffins disappeared instantly.
Looking at the empty secret room, Wang Hao raised a smile on his lips.
"My charming ancestor!"
"You really have good taste. You really have no future with this group of people."
"It's a pity that because of Chen Changsheng's intervention, I won't be able to kill you properly in the next few thousand years."
......
The Great Wall of Sword Qi.
"brush!"
Powerful sword energy was raging on the top of the city. Feiyun sat cross-legged, with countless scattered sword energy hovering around him.
After more than a year of training, Feiyun's sword intent has made great achievements.
What's even more interesting is that in the process of continuously polishing the sword's intention, Feiyun's size continues to "shrink".
In the end, he turned into a handsome young man.
"Crack!"
Another piece of rust the size of a rice grain fell.
Seeing this situation, Feiyun couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.
one Year!
It took a full year, and I tried my best to get rid of the rust as big as half a copper coin.
How long will it take to remove all the rust?
Thinking of this, Feiyun turned his head and looked at Su Waner beside him.
During this year, I have been polishing my sword intent every moment.
But Su Waner lived a very leisurely life, playing the piano on weekdays and comprehending the artistic conception of Jinghong Sword.
But even in such a "loose" state of practice, Su Waner would always exude a trace of Taoism from time to time.
If it weren't for her strength in the other side realm, Feiyun sometimes suspected that Su Waner had become a strong person in the divine realm.
"Wan'er, the young master has been away for a while. When will he come back?"
"I don't know, but I feel like the young master will be back soon."
"why?"
"Because this 'iron sword' seems to be coming to life."
After saying that, Su Waner lowered her head and looked at the "Jinghong" in her hand.
Over the past year or so, I have carefully understood the artistic conception of "Jinghong".
Although I still didn't see the "Snow Falling on the World" sword move, I felt the urge to swing the sword.
I don't know why, but I always feel that as long as I swing this sword.
The iron sword that has been "dead" for a long time will come to life.
......
Badlands.
A mummy sat quietly on the ground.
After a long time, the mummy slowly opened its eyes.
Looking at the endless void, the mummy said in a hoarse voice.
"Such a place cut off from life is indeed not the evolution of heaven and earth."
"What exactly did you take away?"
As he spoke, infinite vitality emerged from the mummy's body, and its shriveled body was also rapidly filling up.
After a while, Chen Changsheng, who had recovered his condition, stood up.
"Since you want to fight, then let's fight."
"You have been preparing for this for so long, so you must have thought of a way to deal with me."
"I want to see if you can kill me."
After saying that, Chen Changsheng turned around and walked towards the Sword Qi Great Wall.
Everything is ready. Before the war begins, let's catch a few stinky rats to sacrifice the flag.
......
Ordinary streets.
An old farmer selling vegetables looked into the distance with cloudy eyes.
Feeling the faint sword intention, the old farmer murmured: "Sir, it's not that I don't want to see you, it's just that I can no longer hold the sword in my hand."
"Now, I can no longer swing the sword that cuts off everything for you."
Just as he was talking, the half-broken sword in the old farmer's arms made a sound.
Seeing this, the old farmer was surprised and said: "Meng Yu, do you also want me to help you sir again?"
Hearing this, the half-broken sword rang even louder.
Feeling this movement, the old farmer's eyes instantly became clear.
"Hahaha!"
"I know you won't blame me. Since you agree, let me swing this last sword for my husband."
After saying that, the old farmer squatting in front of the stall stood up.
That thin body seemed to contain endless power.
......
