Nan Lingsha looked away.
At this time, she saw Zhu Minglang's palm, his palm was covered with sword patterns that glowed with green blood!
Looking at the sword spirit dragon again, it finally drank the last trace of blood, which came from the sword master Wen Mengru's tiger's mouth blood, just like the blood that slipped on the sword spirit when Zhu Minglang practiced his sword every day.
Most of the time, Nan Lingsha felt that the man in front of her was elegant and easy-going, even restrained and undisciplined, but at this moment, Zhu Minglang's eyes were like flames, making it impossible to look directly at him.
The temperament on his body is undergoing a huge change with the spread of the sword pattern, heroic, fierce and unruly...
"Let's see your true face." Nan Lingsha shook her head, expressing that she didn't intend to choose any more opponents.
Since these people are here for Zhu Minglang.
Then let Zhu Minglang solve it by himself.
And Nan Lingsha also knew that it was actually a bit redundant to protect him by herself.
All you have to do is watch...
"good."
"I thought I would never be able to hold a sword again in this life, but the existence of Mo Xie changed everything again."
Zhu Minglang said to Nan Lingsha, these words were more like speaking to himself.
At the peak of the mausoleum, behind the giant statue of the general, two furtive figures have arrived.
One of them held a black sword in his hand. The sword was shrouded in dark mist, and at the same time, Zhao Wu was shrouded in a strange shadow.
He was approaching Zhu Minglang.
At the same time, he was also watching the Sword Spirit Dragon in mid-air.
And Zhao Chen was a little further back, but there was a bone dragon in front of him. This bone dragon was extremely sinister, and it was even more terrifying in this mausoleum area.
In terms of size, the Bone Dragon is not huge, but people on the wall can tell that it is a Bone Dragon Lord!
It's king again.
Those who dare to climb the highest mountain in this mausoleum seem to have the strength of a monarch!
The two royal brothers were determined to attack Zhu Minglang, so they didn't want to waste that energy entangled with the sword spirit dragon.
They are very close to Zhu Minglang!
Finally, Zhao Wu took the lead.
With a body like a dove in the night, he passed by the giant statue of the general very quickly, and the black sword in his hand curled up with a black wind sword energy, making his move even more swift and strange!
At the same time, the palm lines on Zhu Minglang's palm were extremely bright.
Knowing that there was a murderous intent behind him, Zhu Minglang didn't turn around. He stretched out his hand and exhaled:
"Sword Spirit Dragon - Sword Awakens!"
The sword spirit dragon was flying in the air, its sword body was so hot that it was just taken out of the furnace.
It flew towards Zhu Minglang.
It flew into Zhu Minglang's hands!
Zhu Minglang held it firmly, and suddenly, a wave of sword power swept across Zhu Minglang with Zhu Minglang as the center.
This sword force is not an aura, but more like a heat wave released in a furnace. You can see that scorching hot aura falling into the mortal earth like fire from the sky, surging and turbulent, magnificent and terrifying!
Jian Xu was wrapped around Zhu Minglang's arm.
The sword pattern on the palm echoes the texture on the hilt, and the green blood inscription pattern sealed in the sword is completely awakened at this moment!
It's just that the power no longer erupts purely from the sword spirit dragon.
Jian Linglong and Zhu Minglang have become one, the bloody soul seems to wake up in Zhu Minglang's soul, but Gu Jianhao's body is on Zhu Minglang's body!
"I am Mayfly."
"The sword is for the sky!"
Zhu Minglang groaned, but at this moment, he slashed gorgeously behind him! !
He drew the sword cleanly and without any change, but this sword style was too familiar to him, as if it had been imprinted in his soul, so that in the eyes of others, Zhu Minglang seemed to be standing still with a sword...
But he had already drawn out his sword, and the power of the sword he slashed was like dawn and dawn, like the moonlight in the dark night.
Zhao Wu, the black sword who came to make a surprise attack, his strike was overshadowed by Zhu Minglang, and when the slash passed over him, his actions came to an abrupt stop!
Standing there, a red mark appeared on his chest.
Suddenly, the blood mist spewed wildly, and the people around could even hear the sound of the blood spurting out, which was extremely horrifying.
The black sword fell from his hand, and Zhao Wu fell to his knees on the ground, his head buried, motionless, but blood continued to spurt out from his chest, staining a large black soil in front of him red.
"Crack!" The giant statue of the general suddenly cut off at the upward trajectory of the slash.
The huge general colossus, its legs and the parts above the legs are sliding apart.
"boom!!!!!!!"
The giant statue of the general fell down, causing a shock on the tomb of the Ninth Army.
On the Lost Wall, tens of thousands of people felt a chill in their souls at the same time.
The largest stone statue standing on the general's tomb like a symbol was cut off by a sword! ! !
And this person is precisely the fallen person who provoked the geniuses of all forces—Zhu Minglang!
The Mausoleum Mountain towers high among the Nine Army Tombs, and Zhu Minglang is standing at the highest place at this time. He stands there, as if he has never made a move, but that simple back slash shocked the imperial capital several times. One hundred thousand people! !
…
The wind is light, messing with hair.
Obviously the momentum is like a rainbow, but the surrounding air current is still as quiet as before.
Wen Mengru couldn't calm down for a long time, she could feel the power of that sword, but this sword was so fast that even the wind couldn't make any reaction! !
To practice swords, one must first practice the sword style.
That is to say, the strength of the sword is strong enough and fast enough, so that the air flow is driven, forming a strong sword wind and howling.
But Zhu Minglang's sword clearly tore Zhao Wu's chest, cut off the giant statue of the general, and was so powerful that it could generate a storm because of the strength of the sword, but it didn't create a wave of air, but it didn't disturb the wind...
Wen Mengru took a deep breath.
She clenched the sword in her hand slightly, although the tiger's mouth still hurt, but as a swordsman, this kind of injury was nothing at all.
A sword master is not just a mere cultivation base.
More about the sword realm.
People with advanced realms, even if they only use master-level cultivation, can still compete with monarch-level powerhouses.
At the beginning, Wen Mengru asked her elder sister why she lost so miserably despite her strong cultivation. Her elder sister told her that Zhu Minglang's sword level was extremely high. If her cultivation base could be further refined and improved, even she would not be Zhu Minglang's opponent. .
However, at that time Zhu Minglang was only seventeen years old.
She didn't know what the sword realm was before.
Now that she knows, she wants to know how different she is from him!
Wen Mengru walked towards the highest point of Mausoleum Mountain.
Now that Zhu Minglang holds the sword again.
Then she should fight again!
"Perhaps, as he said, it is impossible for us alone to defeat him, but there are some things that I will not give up!" Huo Shangjun said in a deep voice.
Ye Guang from Shenfan Academy glanced at the wound on his shoulder.
Not too deep.
Likewise, he stared at Zhu Minglang.
In Shenfan Academy, no one is more dazzling than him...
In this imperial capital, there is no such thing!
He once again boarded the Mausoleum Hill.
At the same time, other powerful men who relied on their own strength also went to the mountain together.
What Zhu Minglang wants is for all of them to get out, and now that he has shown great strength, the best way to deal with it is for everyone to work together to get rid of Zhu Minglang first!
How could it be possible to give Zhu Minglang the spiritual resources of so many forces.
Only by killing Zhu Minglang can they slowly split up.
Genius of influence, is not convinced.
It's more people who don't want Zhu Minglang to monopolize!
All of a sudden, all the powerful disciples, big disciples, chief disciples, or people who had been hiding their strength in the Nine Army Tomb Mountain flocked to the tomb mountain!
Zhu Minglang's sword had already made everyone realize that he was the biggest threat.
What's more, he has declared before that he is the enemy of them all!