Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 118: ?The woman who tore apart two world barriers
Luojiang City.
Snow is drifting one after another, covering the whole world with a layer of frosty white plain clothes.
The entire Luojiang City is also hung with red lanterns. The Tang Emperor's birthday celebration not only affects Chang'an City, but also affects the entire Tang Dynasty. grab grab
Many cities in the world are decorated with lanterns and lanterns on this day to celebrate the birthday of the Tang Emperor.
The main street of Luojiang City is even more lively, with countless people walking out like a festival. The Tang Emperor's birthday is an important annual festival in the Tang Dynasty, and the people revel in it.
Bypass the busy streets and alleys.
Turning into a long and deserted alley, on this day when the whole world is celebrating it.
In the depths of the alley, there was a heavy sound of hammering iron.
The soldering iron was crimson red, and sparks were flying everywhere.
The old man struck the iron for a while, and suddenly, the movement stopped.
He turned his head to look at the piece of sword embryo iron that was covered with thick smoke and dust, but saw that this piece of sword embryo iron seemed to come alive at this moment, bursting out a clear sword cry.
The sound of sword chant seemed to cut open the entire blacksmith shop.
"The sword that was cast for that kid Wen Ting, half of the sword embryo iron is left."
The old man raised his eyebrows and exhaled a foul breath.
In his cloudy eyes, he stared at a snowflake falling outside the blacksmith shop, as if he saw the picture of that year in the crystal snowflakes.
That year.
Led by Cui Cheng, a desperate young man came to his blacksmith shop.
The young man Jianxin was defeated, and all thoughts were lost. He used to drink all day long to forget his sorrows, his beard was unshaven, but he was full of vicissitudes.
The old man could tell at a glance that this young man had lost the courage to hold and swing the sword.
Cui Cheng asked the old man to cast a sword for the young man and reshape the sword heart for him.
The old man refused on the spot, because in his opinion, Wen Ting was unworthy. A person whose sword heart was defeated and who had lost all hope of the sword, what qualifications did he have for him to forge a sword for him?
Even though Cui Cheng offered a high price of 100,000 gold coins, the old man still gritted his teeth and refused.
Is he the kind of vulgar person who forges swords for money? !
He didn't want to smash his own signboard.
Cui Cheng took Wen Ting and left.
But two or three days after he left, Wen Ting came to him alone, and there seemed to be a little bit of broken sword heart in his eyes, like ashes rekindled.
Wen Ting took out an iron embryo, knelt outside the blacksmith's shop, and begged him for three days and three nights to forge a sword.
The old man will never forget what Wen Ting said, he wants to forge a ferocious sword that can swallow his internal organs and all his sword energy.
The old man refused again on the spot.
Although the old man knows that he is not a good person, he is a person with morality and bottom line.
And after he refused, that day.
The old man met Xuanyuan Taihua, that woman who was so glamorous that she could occupy half of the world.
The old man agreed.
Wen Ting practiced the "Swordsmanship" taught by Xuanyuan Taihua, which is a swordsmanship at the cost of his own life.
Only one sword strikes in life, and one sword kills only one person.
This is not a sword cultivator's control of the sword, but raising the sword as a wild beast. When it is released from the cage, it looks like a world-destructive beast, biting the enemy!
The old man spent a day and a night forging this sword. The palm-sized sword embryo, the more it is forged, the more it **** blood, and the thinner it becomes.
Wen Ting's blood was almost drained, and the sword was as slender as two little fingers side by side.
Finally, Wen Ting dragged his extremely weak body and left with this fierce rapier.
It's just the money for casting the sword, which has never been paid back.
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The old man returned to his mind. The money owed by Wen Ting is a trivial matter, and he won't remember it for long.
Looking at the piece of sword embryo, he flicked his fingers, and a touch of sword intent fell instantly, making the restless sword embryo quiet down.
The old man picked up the hammer and continued to beat.
It's just that he shook his head, filled with emotion.
Today, the evil sword that that kid Wen Ting has kept for ten years is likely to open its sharp minions towards his enemies today...!
The old man sighed, still a bit puzzled.
Why bother? Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding
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The sword has been raised for ten years, and once it comes out of the cage!
Once out of the cage, it is like a crazy hungry wolf, wrapped in Wen Ting's crazy belief.
Piercing through the palm of the eldest prince Li Tianlin, piercing through the palm of Li Tianlin along the palm, piercing into the heart obliquely, and then, it was like a nightmare.
The rapier that has been cultivated by Wen Ting for ten years, the rapier that was specially made, seems to be very sensitive to the smell of blood, and it is specially designed to pierce the internal organs!
Constantly piercing through Li Tianlin's body, bringing up puffs of blood in front and back of Li Tianlin's body!
Golden blood spilled out.
The entire world became silent at this moment, and everyone's eyes widened, looking at the scene that shocked their hearts!
Wen Ting can unleash such mighty power with a single sword strike!
Such incredible power!
You know, the eldest prince Li Tianlin has the blood of the royal family. He has a noble status, and his strength is not weaker than some top nine ranks.
And Wen Ting actually wanted to kill Li Tianlin with the strength of the fourth-grade sword artistic conception.
As if a mortal wants to kill a god!
What an act against heaven!
However, Huang Ying, Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong and others were all silent.
Such a sword may be Wen Ting's last brilliance in this life, a brilliance that no one can match!
The most splendid moment of a sword repairer's life!
The torrential rain fell suddenly at this moment!
When Li Tianlin's body was splashed with blood, it seemed as if the pause button had been pressed torrential rain!
Crackling beat everything between heaven and earth.
Wen Ting was drowned, but he smiled brilliantly when he handed out a sword.
Even this sword drained all the power in his body.
Even if this sword blows him out, he will turn into a mortal!
And the noble eldest prince Li Tianlin was also drenched by the downpour of rain. The rain was mixed with golden blood, making the eldest prince look extremely embarrassed.
Puff puff puff!
A thin sword is like a hungry wolf.
However, it didn't stop yet, it was still biting crazily, piercing through the internal organs of the eldest prince Li Tianlin!
Even though Li Tianlin's strength is extremely strong, facing this sword that has been reared for ten years, it is like a terrifying sword of a monster in the world.
Li Tianlin couldn't muster any strength to resist!
He was defeated, defeated in pieces.
Shut up. He who used to be proud is now like a golden python that has fallen into a quagmire, embarrassed like a mud snake!
Wen Ting, this guy who had defeated Jianxin by him and was full of despair, unexpectedly, today, ten years later...has revenge!
Junzi sword, sword gentleman.
Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge!
The frosty-haired Wen Ting looked softly at the rapier that went in and out of the First Prince Li Tianlin's internal organs, he grinned, his complexion was terribly pale, and his body was extremely empty.
His internal organs are actually riddled with holes.
"The so-called royal family is nothing more than that."
"You, Li Tianlin... are nothing more than that."
Wen Ting fell to the ground in the rainstorm and burst out laughing.
Comfortable.
Satisfied.
Wen Ting does not know whether this sword can kill Li Tianlin, but he has tried his best.
As for the power of the next iron law...
Wen Ting couldn't stop it, and didn't bother to stop it.
Anyway, before Tie Lu came, he had stabbed the sword thousands of times, and he was very happy!
I'm a swordsman, don't you just want a headache? !
"Hahahaha..."
In the rainstorm, Wen Ting laughed out loud.
The picture of ten years ago still appeared in front of his eyes.
On that rainy night, he was as destitute as a beggar, and fell to the street, smelling of alcohol, drenched in heavy rain.
And a magnificent woman came in front of him and leaned close to his ear, making the rain stagnate for her and time to stop for her.
That woman told him what his original intention in sword cultivation was.
Taught him the "swordsmanship", and gave him the opportunity to tear through the haze covering his head with his own hands, and to pierce through the eldest prince Li Tianlin with his own hands!
Give him the opportunity to kill gods with a mortal body!
Li Tianlin felt that he was suffering like hell!
He who has no plans to spare, when has he suffered such a loss!
He was careless, he knew that Wen Ting was raising a sword, but he never expected that what Wen Ting was raising was not a sword, but a beast!
Crazy!
"Monday!"
Eldest Prince Li Tianlin can only call out to Zhou Yuan, and ask Zhou Yuan to help him suppress this crazy sword!
He, Li Tianlin, was destined to ascend to the throne of the Great Tang Dynasty, how could he die here? !
How could he be killed by a man who defeated Jianxin ten years ago!
As long as Zhou Yiyuan slightly suppresses the sword that is eating away at his vitality, he will be able to tear apart the shackles and regain control of his body. At that time, he will crush Wen Ting bit by bit!
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The moment the eldest prince bleeds.
The entire Youzhou Yaoque seems to be moving, and there seems to be an invisible fluctuation.
Even the cracks in the closed world began to shake!
An inexplicable connection spread to the ancient city of Chang'an.
Ancient temples outside Chang'an began to ring bells, and the bells broke the dead silence and the peace of heaven and earth.
Over the sky of this ancient city, an iron law floats and revives.
Endless majesty and confusion enveloped the city of Chang'an.
In Baiyu Square.
Civil and military officials, the suzerains of all sects, all looked at this iron law with inexplicable awe.
There are two things in the entire Tang Dynasty that are worthy of awe.
One is Emperor Tang.
The other is this iron law.
This iron law has existed for endless years, since the birth of the empire under heaven, it has always existed.
Tie Lv has changed many masters. It used to be the Great Wei Dynasty in the Eight Dynasties, and there were even older dynasties such as the Great Zhou and Great Xia thousands of years ago!
However, many dynasties have been destroyed, but this iron law still exists!
The royal families of countless dynasties poured blood into this immortal iron law!
This is the real weapon of the gods in the world!
In the sky, Chao Xiaojian and Nan Yehuo are fighting.
On the top of the imperial city, the iron law goes up and down!
The silence in the Taiji Palace was terrible, the Holy Emperor, who was known as the most powerful emperor since all the dynasties in the world, seemed to only cast a deep and incomparable gaze, staring at Tie Lv.
Buzz...
There was a slight tremor.
The iron law suddenly disappeared!
Everywhere you pass, the space collapses inch by inch!
It does not rely on any space spells arranged by the big masters!
Tie Lu broke through the space with terrifying power, and disappeared above Chang'an Imperial City, before everyone's eyes.
The atmosphere is terribly dull.
Third Prince Li Liancheng knelt in front of the Tai Chi Hall, his body trembling.
Just now... for a moment, he seemed to find an iron law... as if it was going to swallow him!
The nightmare-like fear made him not even have the courage to stand up.
The fifth princess also had a pale complexion, but she still couldn't help patting the trembling second prince beside her!
The outside world is scary, so let's keep going.
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Within the Yao Que of Youzhou.
The expression of Zhou Yuan, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, who was being led by several Dali Temple officials changed slightly.
In the pouring rain, he seemed to hear the heart-wrenching roar of the eldest prince!
This caused his complexion to change drastically!
The Eldest Prince's strength is not weak, and with the royal blood, he can be called the top practitioner in the Tang Dynasty.
However, at this moment, there was such a roar!
Zhou Zhouyuan ignored the surrounding Dali Temple officials, and his golden armor shattered the rainwater around him, turning into a golden glow, and went away through the air.
He no longer walks slowly, but speeds up!
Soon, he arrived, and he saw in front of the Fourth Resource Station, the blood-soaked, terribly embarrassed, shattered eldest prince Li Tianlin!
His body is riddled with holes, and his internal organs are full of sword holes!
A rapier that was completely dyed golden with golden blood was moving in and out, like a crazy hungry wolf!
Bite and **** blood!
Cut out. Wen Ting sat on the ground, smiling brightly.
Zhou Zhouyuan's eyes tightened. This is...Wen Ting's sword? !
He once asked Wen Ting how the sword was.
And the answer to the question is, I am weak, but I am strong!
Now, Zhou Yuan has seen Wen Ting's strength!
This is a sword raised with life!
"Presumptuous!"
Zhou Yuan drank hard.
The golden armor on his body exudes endless brilliance, as a minister standing in the position of the eldest prince, he must not sit back and watch the eldest prince die.
Once the eldest prince is dead.
What he did today in Youzhou Yaoque no longer has any meaning.
Boom!
Shut up. Zhou Yiyuan's aura rose steadily, and the sky was torn apart.
The wonderful pen library mIabIK.cm. Terrifying qi and blood erupted like turbulent waves hitting the shore!
Zhou Yuan showed his cultivation at this moment, an eighth-rank martial artist!
A powerful warrior capable of shattering the void!
Eldest Prince Li Tianlin saw Zhou Yuan's appearance, and a look of joy appeared on his face.
Wen Ting, who was sitting in the muddy rain, smiled and shook his head.
It's a pity.
If he can break into the eighth rank, and then fall from the eighth rank, such a sword may be enough to completely kill the eldest prince Li Tianlin!
But now, after all, there is a slight difference!
Zhou Yuan, an eighth-rank martial artist's shot.
Who can stop it? !
The rain is constantly washing away.
When everyone's eyes were on Wen Ting, Zhou Yuan and the First Prince.
Among the neglected crowd, Fang Lang was dressed in blood, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly!
I forgot about him.
Fang Lang, who is leaning on the Liansheng Sword, with a bright smile, has no reservations about his spiritual thoughts, stimulating the seeds of sword intent in the dantian cyclone, pouring into the Liansheng Sword!
Afterwards, Fang Lang threw the Liansheng Sword, he stretched out his hand, bent slightly, and slammed it!
Ding!
A clear sword chant overwhelmed all other sounds!
The heavy rain all over the sky is stagnant.
Even Zhou Yuan, an eighth-rank martial artist whose qi and blood were gushing thinly in the void, felt his qi and blood stagnate.
Seeing Zhou Yuan appearing, Li Tianlin, who was showing a ferocious smile, was also taken aback.
Buzz...
Phew!
Lianshengjian seemed to burst out with a heartbeat.
Afterwards, it turned into a sword rainbow and rushed into the sky!
Youzhou Demon Que!
The world where the two worlds collided and closed was suddenly torn open by the Liansheng sword!
Behind the crack, a hand suddenly stretched out.
That is an extremely fair palm!
Spotless, skin like jade, like the hands of a fairy!
This hand held the Liansheng sword.
Boom!
At that moment, the whole world became bleak!
"Little guy, I heard your call."
The faint voice is a little soft, a little heroic, and a little otherworldly.
Resounding in every corner of Youzhou Yaoque!
Below.
Even Fang Lang is sluggish. Really, Fang Lang just wants to arouse the sleeping will in the Liansheng sword. I didn't expect you to be so enthusiastic that you would tear the barriers of the world yourself? !
Wen Ting also raised his head blankly, looking at the hand stretched out behind the crack in the sky and the earth.
"Xuan...Xuanyuan...Taihua?"
The whisper sounded like thunder on the ground.
Jiang Linglong also raised her head, her star-like eyes stared at the graceful phantom behind the crack.
Her body was trembling with excitement.
Fang Lang... Fang Lang actually summoned Taihua Sword Immortal? !
As expected of Fang Lang who can pull out the Lotus Sword!
Jiang Linglong really wanted to shout, she really wanted to know what happened in the Loulan Demon Que that year!
Why did King Jiang Wu become like that after he returned? !
Eldest Prince Li Tianlin felt the vitality that was constantly being bitten in his body, staring at the woman who tore apart the barriers of heaven and earth and appeared, for the first time a look of panic appeared in his golden pupils!
Xuanyuan Taihua!
She really didn't die!
"Monday!"
"Quick!"
"Save me!"
Accompanied by the eldest prince's roar.
Zhou Zhouyuan suddenly came back to his senses, his eyes narrowed, and his figure shot towards the eldest prince in an instant!
However...
His figure just moved.
Between the crack where the two worlds collide.
The female sword fairy knocked on Liansheng with her fingers.
On the sky, endless rays of light burst out, as if the sword energy had transformed into a silver lotus in an instant, which was dazzling and dazzling, attracting everyone's eyes.
In an instant.
In the lotus flower of sword energy.
The Liansheng sword pulled the bright white color, turned into a white line that split the world in two, and shot down.
Go to Zhou Yuan!
Zhou Yuan, who was about to suppress Wen Ting's sword for the eldest prince, trembled all over!
Turning around and roaring, the eighth-rank martial artist punched out, shattering the void!
His blood is like a river tide!
However!
Lian Sheng cut Jiang Chao with a sword!
The Liansheng sword directly pierced through his Tianling Gai, pierced his spine, and nailed him to the ground!
An extremely powerful eighth-rank martial artist, a great practitioner who is just a line away from the ninth rank.
Being killed instantly.
The eldest prince stared blankly.
There is an inexplicable chill in my heart...
He may die today!
He thought he'd done everything he could, but now... he felt distraught.
There were so many things beyond his calculations that he felt like a fool.
Puff!
Wen Ting's sword pierced through his kidney again, bringing out a pool of golden blood.
His blood flowed too much, too much...
He felt that life was passing by!
He...maybe, he is really going to die!
Suddenly!
Fang Lang, dressed in blood, jumped up at some point, and stepped on a fiery red flying sword.
The eldest prince looked at Fang Lang blankly.
What does he want to do?
Fang Lang grinned warmly, raised his hand and knocked.
After Flowing Fire and Flying Sword, a magic formation condensed and circled backwards.
Afterwards, there was a burst of rapidity, enveloping Fang Lang, and towards the sword that was still being warmed by Ting, the eldest prince Li Tianlin came in and out with a puff of blood!
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Fang Lang was on top of the flying sword, and his cultivation began to decline continuously!
Fang Lang, who used the borrowing card, once again performed the half-baked Wen Ting's swordsmanship!
Swipe a sword that ordinary people dare not wield!
It is not too late for Jun Zijian to take revenge.
But Fang Lang, he can't wait ten years.
Fang Lang takes revenge from morning till night!
Puff!
Like a leaf of fire, it burns the vast grassland!
Fang Lang handed out a sword at this moment!
The eldest prince stretched out his hand to grab Fang Lang's sword, but it was Wen Ting's sword, which pierced into his kidney again.
Li Tianlin froze.
The sword is empty.
And Fang Lang's sword diffused into his neck and throat...
Bring up a cloud of golden blood.
And a head flying in astonishment.
PS: I drove back to my hometown for a day today, and I finally stopped drinking. I will resume normal updates tomorrow.
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