Chapter 208 My sword comes from my prince
Chapter 208 My sword is my own palace.
Listening to the seemingly calm but actually infinitely arrogant words of the young man in black.
Many of the current geniuses present were slightly startled, and immediately, boundless anger emerged in their eyes!
"What an arrogant boy!"
"How dare you speak to the Northern Ming Emperor's daughter like this?"
"Just because I defeated a mere Ying Beidou, does that mean I can't see you anymore?"
Around the ring, the geniuses of the world were roaring.
Jun Wannian and others were also there, and even Saint Son of Xingluo Ying Beidou was among the group and came to watch the battle in disguise.
At first, hearing the arrogant words of the young man in black, Ying Beidou couldn't help but feel anger on his face.
But then, I heard the indignant cries of my peers watching the battle.
Especially the last sentence, just a response to Beidou.
The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
This special girl... She has only lost two games. How about she lose her status?
but.
Ying Beidou shook his head to dispel the distracting thoughts in his mind. His eyes fell on the young man in black, and there was also concern in his eyes.
Although he was unhappy, he had to admit it.
When he fought against the young man in black, the sword killing technique performed by the young man in black gave him a stronger sense of oppression than Jian Rushuang's sea-shattering technique!
"This battle... Jian Rushuang may be really in danger!"
Ying Beidou couldn't help but murmured softly.
On the arena, Jian Rushuang was silent for a moment after listening to the words of the young man in black. Immediately, everyone looked at him in astonishment. In their eyes, he was the sword that should have been invincible and wiped out all enemies for the Wuming Palace. Like frost.
But he nodded slightly, actually acknowledging what the young man in black said!
"You are right. If I only use the Overturning Sea Style, it is indeed not your right!"
Said.
The sword was like frost, but the topic changed. With the same "clang", the sheath of the spiritual sword was grasped tightly by her, and the sword's edge was raised!
"But, the person I am now is far from what I was when I defeated Na Ying Beidou!"
As he spoke, the sword was like frost, one step at a time, but in his mind, he recalled the sword talisman given to him by his own palace, the true meaning of the sword contained in it, and the spiritual power of Dantian with a slight breath. Sweeping together in the palm of your hand.
Immediately afterwards, a sword fell down!
"Boom!"
for a while.
The entire Beiming City, and even the boundless void around Beiming City, was filled with thunderous roaring sounds, sweeping across the heaven and earth, and even more vast auras, rolled back, gathered behind Jian Rushuang, and acted like a statue. , boundless and vast, like a shadow like a god!
If Gu Changqing were here.
I can only see it at a glance, but I can't see the face of this god.
But that figure and aura.
But they are all very similar to themselves.
The mighty sword energy that filled and circulated within the body of the god's shadow was extremely similar to the sword he had slashed with Jian Rushuang at the Burying Sword Gorge when they first met!
However, although the people watching the battle around them could not recognize the phantom of the god, what was it?
But it didn't stop them from changing their colors involuntarily after a brilliant aura shot up into the sky, and the phantom of the condensed god was like a fairy or demon.
Even the young man in black couldn't help but raise his head in astonishment, looking at the sword light god Zhuan, his eyes had the same incredible light!
"Qiang!"
Jian Rushuang's lips tightened and her eyes were firm, but without hesitation, she directly activated the 꿛꿗 spirit sword and slashed forward.
As a result, the phantom of the god also triggered a divine sword light simultaneously, like the scorching sun, blazing like fire, slashing with just one sword!
Throughout Beiming City, countless monks and geniuses stared with horrifying eyes.
That Beiming City has been stored for countless years, and even the great powers of the Holy Queen Stage and even the Holy Emperor Perfection Stage have competed here.
It was in that mighty sword light that it cracked with a loud sound, shattering countless powdery stone fragments and scattering them all over the sky!
"Zhan...Zhan Kong?"
Until the stone debris soaring into the sky dissipated.
Everyone present came to their senses one by one, and then noticed that the young man in black had just avoided the impact of the sword light and did not suffer any harm.
"No, not Zhan Kong!"
There was a giant voice, staring at the young man in black.
"She is the daughter of Emperor Beiming. She stayed here specially!"
really.
After a brief silence.
The young man in black finally recovered from the shock, and his eyes fell back on Jian Rushuang. There was no emotion in his eyes, only boundless dullness.
"What kind of sword is this?"
"This sword?"
Listening to the question of the young man in black, Jian Rushuang was also startled. Immediately, his mind instantly recalled the scene of his palace in the Burial Sword Gorge, achieving the heart of the sword, and slashing it down with one sword. It was like a divine revelation, and he spoke 눕 sound.
"This sword is called... Burying Heaven Style!"
"Zangtian? What a domineering name..."
The young man in black murmured with emotion, his eyes regained some of their vitality, and he took a deep breath: "But the true meaning of this sword is worthy of such a name!"
Said.
The light in the eyes of the young man in black became brighter and brighter, and he looked at Jian Rushuang with burning eyes.
"What I just saw is that when the sword fell, a figure like an immortal appeared."
"I think it must be the sword sage of my clan who created this style. His true spirit was revealed, which triggered the resonance of the Great Dao!"
"I wonder if the North Ming Emperor's daughter can tell me the name of this sage?"
As he said this, the young man in black bowed to Jian Rushuang in front of everyone.
"As a young man in the sword, I should always worship such sages in my heart, and pray that one day I can surpass them and live up to the intention of the predecessors to leave their unique skills to the world!"
Looking at the young man in black, bowing.
The monks watching the battle around the arena were all stunned.
Although they could also feel the terrifying power of the fairy-like phantom summoned by Jian Rushuang just now.
But what they didn't expect was that the immortal creature's attainments in swordsmanship would be so exaggerated, that the arrogant and insolent young man in black was so respectful!
However, what surprised them was.
After listening to the words of the young man in black and seeing him bow and sincerely ask for advice.
Jian Rushuang's face did not show any smugness, but her expression became a little strange.
"Daughter of the Northern Ming Empire, what does this mean?"
The young man in black was startled, thinking that Jian Rushuang was unhappy with his previous arrogant attitude.
"If you think I was rude before, please forgive me, the princess. I was too arrogant and underestimated the hero of heaven!"
The young man in black bowed solemnly, and seeing his appearance, Jian Rushuang finally couldn't hold it anymore.
The girl shook her head slightly, with a smile on her face that she tried to hide but couldn't completely suppress. Her lips parted and her voice was melodious.
But the words she said made the young man in black and even all the people present suddenly hold their breath!
"You are too polite, fellow Taoist. I am not blaming you for your previous courtesy, but..."
"Fellow Taoist, you are always calling me a sage, but the Sky Burial Sword that I comprehended was not obtained from the sages of my clan, but a sword talisman given by my family's master!"
"That immortal-like shadow was not the sage's power, but the shadow of the great way caused by the true meaning of the sword from my family's master!"
