Chapter 791 Killing Intention


Chapter 791 Killing Intent

“This, this, this?”

Zhao Hao looked at the ceremonial sword in his hand in shock, and was so shocked that he could not speak.

No matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't figure out how the sword jumped into his hand.

This is...

"Excalibur recognizes its owner?!"

While he was still thinking, Fu Qingzhou on the side had already shouted out!

Of course, only he himself knows whether he has truly "lost his voice".

But now, thousands of people in the square heard him shouting in surprise and joy: "Only those who are extremely suitable for the Divine Sword and highly recognized by the Divine Sword can The Divine Sword takes the initiative to recognize you! Prince Zhao, you are the new Sword Master!"

"But..."

Zhao Hao looked at the sword in his hand with a complex expression: "I...why?"

He could feel that after taking possession of the sword, the magical power on it was blending and flowing with him bit by bit. , it didn’t change anything about him, nor did it help him break through any realms, but at this moment, through this sword, he could feel that the surrounding heaven and earth were resonating with him!

It really considers itself the master!

"This...is the owner of Divine Sword?"

Looking at Zhao Hao holding the ceremonial sword at this time and looking at the sword solemnly on the stage, there were countless people in the audience. People, at the same time, had a strange feeling.

This feeling is different from when Yuan Zizhen and Lan Xiyu recognized the sword master.

When Yuan Zi really got the Renjian, everything seemed to be as it should be.

He has a reputation of benevolence and is a benevolent official known all over the world. Although his status as a practitioner is a little surprising, it is not too strange. There are many monks among the court officials, and even more What's more, he came from Zhangjian Academy.

When he got the sword of Ren, the dragon roared into the sky, the heaven and the earth responded, and no one was dissatisfied.

Lan Xiyu was different. She suddenly rushed onto the stage and interrupted Master Bai He's sword test. Even when the disciples from all parties who were maintaining order came on stage, the masters of the family she represented actually pulled out their swords. Swords, facing those Jianghu disciples...

This situation vaguely pitted her against the Jianghu people.

After that, she picked up the Wisdom Sword with clear confidence. Everything seemed to have been arranged long ago, giving people a very uncomfortable feeling.

As Fu Qingzhou said before...

If you discover that a treasure that seems to be up for grabs is actually something that some people have already arranged for, not only In this way, when they take the treasure, they still have to pretend that it is their destiny and ask you to hold your hands and cheer. Can you be happy?

Therefore, they were obviously dissatisfied with Lan Xiyu.

This sentiment lasted until Zhao Hao came to power.

You, Yuanzi, are really from the imperial court, Lan Xiyu is from an aristocratic family, and now you have the prince Zhao?

Why, is there no one in our world?

It is said to be the Xuanmeng Ceremony. For those who don’t know, they think it is your court’s recruitment meeting for us!

But when they saw Li Jian jumping up and jumping into Zhao Hao's hands, this depressed emotion was replaced by another emotion.

Is that... empathy?

Yes, it is very strange. At this time, countless people in the audience inexplicably felt empathy.

Especially when they discovered that Zhao Hao was just as confused, astonished, and just as confused as they were, this emotion was pushed to its peak.

"The word "ritual" contains the order of heaven and earth, the principles of monarch and ministers, and the way of being a teacher."

At this time, a steady voice suddenly sounded from the audience.

Zhao Hao was startled and followed the sound.

The person speaking was actually his father, King Xishuo.

King Xishuo raised his eyes, looked at his son indifferently, and said calmly: "Rituals are the basis of rules and the foundation of surrender. Since you hold the sword and move with emotion, you can make other people's hearts move accordingly. Just do what he wants."

Zhao Hao's eyes widened.

He didn't understand, but Fu Qingzhou did.

The moment Zhao Hao held the sword, he also felt a strong sense of empathy, as if he could feel Zhao Hao's confusion and pain, as well as... a faint sense of pleasure that was almost revenge?

It turns out that this is the ability of the ritual sword.

As King Xishuo said, etiquette is the basis of rules and surrender. It is what ancient kings used to restrain their subjects. So people who are very compatible with the etiquette sword will naturally have the faintness of kings. Zhao Hao was in a strong mood at this time, and with the large array surrounding the square, the emotion was conveyed and resonated.

"You... are worthy of being my son."

King Xishuo showed a smile in the audience: "Well done." "That's King Xishuo!"


Someone in the crowd shouted: "He is here too!"

"Hey, it's true. I heard that the prince came to the Xuanmeng Ceremony yesterday. I didn't expect it. Stand with us?”

“I have long heard that King Xishuo likes ancient rituals, but I didn’t expect that his son could pick up the ritual sword too!” The young people all recognized King Xishuo, and discussions broke out.

But facing his father's smile, Zhao Hao was not happy at all.

Because he recognized this smile.

Every time I make a mistake, my father will laugh like this.

This kind of smile is the calm before the storm.

He always smiled and said, "Very good, you did a really good job. It was beyond my father's expectation." Then came one cruel and hair-raising punishment after another. His face will quickly darken.

Every time he encountered this situation in the past, Zhao Hao would be very angry and collapsed.

He will retort angrily, roar and hiss.

But this time, for some reason, he was surprisingly calm.

His eyes were not attracted by his father's smile. On the contrary, he noticed... While King Xishuo was speaking, he pinched the ring on his left thumb and turned it slightly.

Zhao Hao’s pupils shrank.

He realized something and opened his mouth, ready to remind Fu Qingzhou beside him.

But at this moment, a man's voice suddenly sounded over the square.

“A boring farce.”

In the crowd, Jiang Baichuan stretched out his hand and slowly took off the mask on his face.

No one noticed him. Everyone was attracted by the sudden sound and looked up at the sky blankly.

Jiang Baichuan slowly untied the cloth wrapped around the long sword in his hand and glanced at Hua Wuying.

Hua Wuying still closed his eyes and remained motionless, like a petrified statue.

“I don’t know what you are planning, but it doesn’t matter anymore.”

Jiang Baichuan said leisurely, no longer paying attention to the former disciple beside him, and took a step forward.

With just this step, an extremely violent sword intent suddenly bloomed from the soles of his feet!

The sword intent spread out from his toes, and it only took a moment to reach the high platform!

Crack!

With a loud noise like lightning piercing the night, the sword intent suddenly tore through the ground and the high platform, and came directly in front of Fu Qingzhou!

Wherever the extremely thin crack passed, a series of screams sounded. Everyone standing on the crack seemed to have been slashed by an extremely sharp long sword. Some people had all their hands and feet. The wrist was broken, some people's entire arm was broken off from the shoulder, and some unlucky ones were simply cut into two pieces!

This sword intention is silent, its sound and movement are only made of other people's blood mist and screams.

"Alas..."

The moment Jiang Baichuan spoke, Fu Qingzhou sighed.

He knew that this moment had finally arrived.

The sword intent that seemed to be enough to avoid the world stopped when it came to him, and stopped in front of the German sword that pierced the ground of the high platform.

Fu Qingzhou held the virtue sword in his hand, half-knelt on the ground, and raised his eyes coldly.

"Jiang Baichuan!"

He said coldly: "You can't leave."

(End of this chapter)

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