Chapter 1395 The Divine Power Swordsmanship Battle Ends
[The Human Emperor’s Divine Power Donghuang Bell] is actually the strongest imperial soldier in the East Palace. It was left behind by Emperor Taixu and is also the ancestor of the strongest quasi-emperor in the East Palace today. Lingbao, but this Donghuang Bell also has secret magical powers from ancient times, and most of the direct disciples of the Donghuang Palace can practice it.
When Ye Ruochen and Xin Zhuo were fighting, he used it once, briefly trapping Xin Zhuo. If not for the initial power, he would have died.
It’s just that Ye Ruochen is only a true disciple and has only scratched the surface. This Donghuang Bell secret technique can actually be used for defense and offense. It is very ancient and powerful.
Xin Zhuo carefully tasted the method of use, and couldn't help but feel excited. This thing is similar to the magic weapon of the legendary Emperor Donghuang Taiyi in the previous life. Is it true that all worlds are the same?
And [Taixu Jidao Swordsmanship] is one of the two most powerful swordsmanships in the East Palace.
"Taixu" is a broad sense that is above and including heaven and earth, while "Ji Dao" refers to the extreme method of specializing in one of them to reach the top, reach the peak, and take the ultimate route of martial arts.
This kind of swordsmanship has reached the ultimate level of swordsmanship in terms of meaning, form and rules. It can kill people in an instant and will never fight you in the slightest. In terms of power, it vaguely surpasses his current spear skills. times.
This made his heart beat with excitement. He thought about it again and again. He first collected the "Secret Technique of the Eastern Emperor Bell", and then inserted his [Purple Sky to Destroy the World 800 Times] into the Moon Watching Well, and combined it with [Taixu] The ultimate swordsmanship] blends together.
Reach out and merge!
[Yuehua: 0/100]
[Nisei: 0/100]
Sunshine and Yuehua are all consumed.
The surface of the well is full of colors, and countless shadows of remnant souls appear, reaching out to create a path of brilliance and refining.
After a full cup of tea, a brand-new weapon magical power appeared on the surface of the well——
[Zixiao Taixu Ji Dao World-Destroying Sword Technique]
Looking at this sword technique, he couldn't help but fall into a sluggish state.
The name is very majestic, but there is a big problem. He uses a gun, which means that he will have to switch to a sword in the future.
He has used swords, halberds, and bows in his life. After going around and around, he is about to start using swords.
Essentially speaking, he doesn’t like using a sword very much. It’s too light and too “slender”. He’s a gentleman among weapons, but it’s a bit too domineering and boring.
What's more important is that the previous ancient immortal swords were all used to worship Bing Yihai in the "Yin Yang Sea" back then, and there were no weapons available.
Sigh, reach out and absorb!
The swordsmanship enters the body, as if it is imprinted in the mind, and then the sword meridians quickly open up, and the whole body aches and numbs.
"Xin Zhuo? I know you are here, come out!"
At this time, a strange and harsh voice suddenly came from outside.
Xin Zhuo turned a deaf ear and closed his eyes to carefully open up the kendo meridians.
"Xin Zhuo! Why don't you speak out? We monks should have the ambition to reach the top, so you can't really be so depressed, right? Then I really think highly of you..."
The harsh voice outside is still chattering, but there is no malice in it, but a kind of... appreciation, yes.
After half a stick of incense, Xin Zhuo was sweating profusely, breathing rapidly, and the opening of his meridians was over.
"Xin Zhuo, I feel your breathing, what's wrong? Come out and see me!"
The voice outside was persistent, even after waiting for so long.
Xin Zhuo frowned and flashed to the entrance of the cave. He moved the stone and looked out. Unknowingly, a day had passed. At this moment, the sun was shining brightly and the fog had faded a lot. Opposite him stood a man covered in dye. The blood was like a fat man walking out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
He is less than seven feet tall, with a big belly and round waist, a face full of flesh, and a pair of small eyes on his bloody face.
"Your Excellency is..." Xin Zhuo has never seen this person before, and this appearance after the war is too strange in the East Palace.
The fat man looked him up and down, grinned, revealing two rows of small sesame teeth: "Say my name, I'll scare you, I'm Bai Tu at Qimen Sword Pavilion!" Bai Tu?
Xin Zhuo has some impression. Isn't this the great talent he had before who was punished by Patriarch Yuan Qigui to clean up the entire sect?
I am operating with purpose. This person may really be arguing with Patriarch Yuanqi Gui.
Hello.
"Hello."
"Okay." Bai Tu laughed, "I know you have heard of my name."
Xin Zhuo asked curiously: "Why do you look like this?"
Bai Tu said: "The war in the Bibo Fantasy World is over. I slipped back early. Before I could change my clothes, I heard about you. His name is a talent, and he has many similarities with me. He came here to see you."
Xin Zhuo was startled: "The battle in the Bibo Fantasy World is over?"
< br>After more than a hundred years, the conquest of the Eastern Imperial Palace and Sword Tomb has finally ended, which was somewhat out of my plan.
Bai Tu hesitated for a moment and said: "Well...it's hard to say. I have 4,300 people in the East Palace and 4,500 people in the Sword Tomb. They have been fighting for more than a hundred years. Two thousand and seventy-three people died in the battle at the Imperial Palace, and 2,389 people died in the battle at the Sword Tomb.
The difference in casualties of a few hundred people is not too big. We announced the victory of the East Palace to the outside world, while Jianzhong claimed the victory of Jianzhong. It is estimated that we will have to argue with each other for a while. "
Xin Zhuo nodded: "How about Feiyu... and the eldest lady? "
Bai Tu smiled and said: "The eldest lady and the others are fighting among the ancestors of Wuya. The eldest lady is killing everyone, from the beginning of Wuya to the middle of Wuya, no one is his opponent.
Miss Feiyu has entered the realm the fastest and has already reached the Fourteenth Realm of Heng, but she is not as powerful as the monsters in Sword Tomb. They all have dual souls and are too powerful. "
After a pause, he waved and said: "I'm afraid they will come back tomorrow, so don't mention it. Let's talk about the ancestor Yuan Qigui! ”
Zilaisu pulled Xin Zhuo to sit down, looked up at the sky, and sighed with emotion: "I have always disliked that old man who pretends to be a ghost. My father went to Xingchentian to fight, and that was what he did. As a result, my father was dead, my mother died in love, and my family was ruined.
As you said, he was too pedantic, did not know how to adapt to local conditions, and misled his disciples..."< br>
This person is more eloquent and courageous. He said that Patriarch Yuan Qi Gui was worthless and completely regarded Xin Zhuo as one of his own.
Xin Zhuo didn't know how to answer the question for a moment. He had no ill intentions toward Ancestor Yuan Qi Gui. On the contrary, he was quite grateful to him, not to mention that the old man had just apologized to him.
“Xin Zhuo!”
At this moment, an old man in a wide robe and long sleeves came from a distance, stood high in the sky, looked domineering, and said coldly: "Ancestor Yuanqi Gui went to my Taixu Sword Pavilion and promised to complement you." This opportunity of more than a hundred years, tell me, what do you want?"
"Uh..." Bai Tu slowly turned his head to look at Xin Zhuo, his fat face trembled slightly, and his small eyes were full of emotions from his own people. The disappointment and anger of becoming a traitor.
Xin Zhuo lowered his voice: "I have been confronting that old man for more than a hundred years. He gave up and apologized to me. I am considering whether to accept his apology."
Bai Tu's fat face changed from anger to surprise, and finally he looked up to the sky and laughed: "Wonderful!"
He lowered his head and said: "We need soldiers Do you want a weapon? I can give it to you if you have magical powers or something, but it’s hard to find a magical weapon! I am the first weapon-smithing master of Qimen Sword Pavilion. I have gained experience in the Bibo Fantasy World over the years. I will build a weapon for you. When people fight, it’s definitely easier to get twice the result with half the effort, and I’m especially good at making the Hengjing natal magic weapon. You are the Hengjing, right?”
Just when I was about to fall asleep, someone came to deliver me a pillow. It was a coincidence and it couldn't be such a coincidence.
Xin Zhuo grabbed Bai Tu's hand: "It doesn't matter what the weapon is, the main thing is that I want to make you a friend, that... I just need a sword, the sword of my destiny!"
"Understood, leave everything to me."
Bai Tu looked at the sky and the old man was getting impatient: "Uncle Song, please, my brother wants 80 yuan of the best star yuan crystal and 1,000 yuan of the nine-day mountain and sea black iron crystal , 1,000 pieces of Great Freedom Sky Nine Fire Gold and Tungsten, 99 pieces of Beishenling Yuansha, 180 pieces of Jiutian Xuanjing, Taikoo Dragon Tendon, Taikoo Kirin Skin, Taikoo Yazhen Soul... Well, you won’t give up. As a result, Patriarch Yuan Qigui’s face has been thrown into the ditch!”
Xin Zhuo sighed, look, what is professional?
The old man's cheeks trembled for a long time, and he waved away: "What a lion, wait!"
(End of this chapter)