Eternal Sacred King Chapter 438: Sword repair

Seeing Fairy Ji avoiding, Su Zimo let out a sigh of relief, and secretly said ashamed.

In order to hide his identity, he was forced to do so.

"Why, not willing?"

Su Zimo's face sank.

Since it’s a play, you have to do enough.

Seeing that the Mai Yi man was unhappy, Fairy Ji stunned for a moment, and then smiled, beautifully moving, and said softly: "En Gong calms down his anger, I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding in the middle. I confessed to the wrong person, thinking that Hon Gong Is an old friend of mine."

"Yan'er apologizes to Eun Gong."

Speaking, Fairy Ji leaned over to salute, apologizing.

Su Zimo snorted and stopped speaking.

Ji Fairy's eyes turned and asked: "Yun Gong doesn't want to know my old friend?"

"Not interested."

Su Zimo waved his hand casually and ran towards the distance, extremely fast, and his voice came from a distance: "I am only interested in the Human Palace!"

"I also want to go to the Palace of Human Emperor, why don't we walk along the way?"

Ji Fairy shouted from behind.

Su Zimo naturally wouldn't agree, and didn't say a word, pretending not to hear.

Just now we met, and he was almost seen through by Fairy Ji. If he walked along the way, Fairy Ji would really see him out of his identity!

"Su Zimo!"

At this moment, a shout suddenly came from behind, without warning.

Subconsciously, Su Zimo stopped and looked back.

This is exactly the most normal and natural reaction of a person.

But in the light of the sparks, Su Zimo's thoughts turned, without stopping, he continued to run forward, and disappeared in front of Fairy Ji in the blink of an eye.

Seeing this scene, Fairy Ji frowned slightly, and muttered thoughtfully: "It seems that they are really not alone."

After leaving far away, Su Zimo gradually slowed down and let out a long sigh of relief.

Good risk!

The shout just now was from Fairy Ji!

Her voice came suddenly, if Su Zimo hadn't reacted very quickly, she would have revealed a flaw and was caught by Fairy Ji.

"This girl is really..."

Su Zimo murmured softly, shook his head, and galloped toward the center of the ancient battlefield, the Palace of the Human Emperor.

……

After ten days.

The Palace of Human Emperor slowly descended, getting closer and closer to the ground, and the pressure it exudes became more and more terrifying.

Within a thousand miles of this ancient palace, all the ancient creatures and species of alien animals have been transferred, and they dare not stay in this area.

Even though the eternal years have passed, the emperor and the emperor are mighty, but they can still suppress the Eight Wastes, and all monsters are afraid!

"It turns out that this is the Palace of Human Emperor, it is shocking enough."

"The pressure is too great. I am now building the foundation of the seven veins, and I dare not step forward. It is really hard to imagine the pressure that will be faced when fighting under the envelope of the Human Emperor Palace."

"Look, is there a dragon carved on that stone pillar? It's lifelike, as if it's going to come alive!"

The palace of the human emperor has appeared, attracting monks from all over the ancient battlefield to watch.

One layer after another, densely packed, everyone looked up at the sea of ​​thunder and lightning, and the ancient palace amidst the vortex of dark clouds was shocking.

Not everyone can be as sensible as Tang Yu, suppressing curiosity in their hearts and avoiding being involved in this **** battle.

"I will give you all three breaths of time to leave, whoever is still here, just die for me!"

At this moment, a cold voice came from the periphery of the crowd, with a sharp and sharp edge that could cut everything!

Many monks looked back.

Behind everyone, a monk in a robe paced up, with a sheathed long sword casually inserted around his waist, his slender fingers swayed gently, his expression indifferent.

"Three breaths, how can you leave this place?"

Many monks frowned.

"One breath."

The robe monk was expressionless, lowered his eyebrows, and said a word.

"Who is this man, his tone is crazy!"

Someone couldn't help but sneered.

"Two breaths."

The robe monk said again.

The sharp-eyed monk saw the Zongmen token on the waist of this person, his expression changed, and he exclaimed: "Sword Sect! This person is probably the descendant of Sword Sect, Hang Qiuyu!"

Hearing the words "Jianzong Chuanren", there was a wave of waves in the crowd.

At this moment, Hang Qiuyu's voice sounded again.

"Three breaths."

I don’t know when, Hang Qiuyu’s slender fingers have already landed on the hilt of the sword around his waist, looking at the people in front of him and saying coldly: "You have lost your last chance."

Om!

A stunning white light emerged.

No one can describe the speed and power of this sword.

Jing Hong Sword, the sword is shocking!

At this moment, almost all the monks facing Hang Qiuyu were dazzled by the bright sword light, so they couldn't open their eyes.

The next moment, everyone felt a cold in their throats, and began to spray some warm and viscous liquid, with a fishy smell!

That is blood.

On the opposite side of Hang Qiuyu, dozens of monks were all dead, and their throats were cut by a sword.

Almost all those who dare to come to Renhuang's palace are able to build foundations with seven veins.

But dozens of cultivators didn't even have a chance to sacrifice a spiritual weapon, so they corpses on the spot.

The power of a sword is terrifying!

The monk at the back looked terrified. He quickly patted the storage bag, took out the amulet urn, crushed it in the first place, and sacrificed his flying sword, took out the shield, heart-guard and other defensive spirit instruments, and found it in his heart. Slightly safe.

Huh!

When the cultivators were ready, when they looked forward, Hang Qiuyu's figure had disappeared.

A refreshing breeze blows across your face.

Hang Qiuyu has already rushed into the crowd with the Jinghong Sword!

The sword shines, and the blood shines.

A monk was cut off at the waist, blood was gushing, and countless nauseating internal organs flowed out.

What kind of amulet is like a piece of paper under Hang Qiuyu's sword.

Dang!

A monk blocked the body shield in front of him and blocked the Jinghong sword for life, and there was a crisp sound.

The joy in this person's eyes has just emerged. The next moment, the whole person's expression is frozen on his face, his eyes are dim, and the vitality in the body is cut off on the side of the head!

A white mark appeared on this person's shield, which broke in two when it fell to the ground.

A high-grade defensive magic weapon, just destroyed by the Jinghong Sword, can't hold it even with a sword!

Many monks changed their colors in amazement, no longer dared to stay, and fleeing far away madly.

This is the horror of Jian Xiu!

Although the sword is respected on the Heavenly Desolate Continent~IndoMTL.com~, a monk who is not an envoy of flying swords can be called a sword repairer.

The real sword repair is that the sword does not leave the hand, and the hand does not leave the sword.

The long sword in Jian Xiu's hand is different from the flying sword in that it has a hilt.

Sword repair pays attention to swordsmanship, sword strength, sword intent, and practice kendo, adhering to the unity of man and sword, the unity of heaven and man, and even the unity of man, sword, and heaven!

In the realm of cultivation, whether it is a fairy gate, a magic gate, or a Buddhist gate, it is difficult to tell which sect and the cultivator of that line are stronger, and you have to fight for real to know.

But there is a fact recognized in the world of comprehension.

Jianxiu has the strongest killing power!

Among the three schools of immortals, demons, and Buddhas, the sword repairs of the Nine Schools of Sword Sect are the most famous.

The founder of Sword Sect was the first sword king in ancient times.