After completing the sword, Zhu Minglang did not adjust his breath.
He directly stepped on the fallen severed tail, jumped up, and reached hundreds of meters in the air in an instant.
He drew his sword in the air and pointed to the ground.
The sky was dark, and Zhu Minglang suddenly disappeared from everyone's sight. When he looked up, he could only see that the sky was falling down for some reason, giving people a sense of oppression that made it hard to breathe.
"Sky Curtain Sword!"
A high-pitched voice came from the air, and the dark sky seemed to collapse in an instant. Huo Shangjun, Pu Hanrong, He Qingqian, Zhao Chen, Fu Xumei, Ye Guang and others in the mausoleum mountain showed expressions of horror.
The people on the maze wall and the city tower only saw Zhu Minglang falling with a sword. Although it was amazing, they couldn't feel the power of the sword. It was only the people in the tomb of the Nine Army, but they couldn't feel the power of the sword. Standing under the sky sword, what they saw was that the sky had crashed down, and the surrounding world was pitch black, facing destruction and shattering! !
Soon, even those who were far away felt the destructive power of this sword, because the entire nine tomb peaks of the Nine Army Tomb Mountain were shattered...
The gold helmet on the whole body of the broken-tailed Jinqionglong completely disintegrated, and the golden scales on its body were even more shattered, falling down from the bloody midair.
Ziyunlong was not spared either, it was bruised all over by Tianmu Sword.
Zhao Chen's gloomy bone dragon was originally capable of reorganizing its bones. Not long ago, it was cut into several pieces by Zhu Minglang, but this did not cause any fatal damage to the bone dragon. If it absorbed a little dead energy, the bone dragon would regenerate again. body shaping...
It was not easy to reshape the shape of the bone dragon, but the Tianmu sword broke its newly spliced bones, and the eerie bone dragon collapsed into several sections again!
Fu Shi He Qingqian, her eyes were full of panic.
In her line of sight, everything seemed to be crushed by the sky, not only was there endless darkness around her, but also the power of destruction was attacking her.
She used all the royal talismans she could use, and she could see the triple talisman light of the golden helmet talisman, the water talisman shield, and the earth-rock talisman eaves protecting her...
But every time she saw a layer of royal talisman disappear, the panic on her face grew a little more!
Ye Guang already had injuries on his body, but he just didn't want to quit like this, enduring the pain on his shoulder and continuing to fight.
The wind on his body formed a huge windshield, protecting him inside, but his forehead was still covered with beads of sweat, and it was not very easy to resist it.
…
The tomb of the Ninth Army is broken.
At this time, those disciples who had already escaped from the Nine Army Cemetery realized that Zhu Minglang had played very lightly before.
If he had used the Sky Screen Sword before, many people would have died because of it.
Take a look at those monarch-level powerhouses on the tomb hill of the Ninth Army Tomb, and it is a bit difficult to bear it.
"Zhu Minglang's sword level is still high. The power of this sword may reach the middle level of a king-level god." On the tower, Wu Feng from the Yaoshan Sword Sect sighed.
The sword level is high, even if the cultivation base has not reached the middle monarch level, it can still compete with it.
"Medium?" Yun Zhonghe asked in confusion.
"Although we generally divide each level into lower, upper, and top positions, when it comes to the monarch level, it is actually a broader level, just like rivers and oceans. The size of the river is enough to be summarized in three ways. , but not necessarily Haiyang. Therefore, when we reach the monarch level, we will divide it in more detail, five levels, standard, lower, middle, upper, and peak." Wu Feng said to Yun Zhonghe.
Yun Zhonghe's cultivation base is only at the top master level. Although his sword level can make him barely beat the quasi-jun level, there is still a huge gap between him and the real monarch level.
That Sword Spirit Dragon, judging from its cultivation base, should be at the lower monarch level.
But Zhu Minglang's sword level is very high, and he can even display a power comparable to that of a middle-ranking monarch.
This is the case with the Tianmu Sword!
The chief disciples of the major forces on the Mausoleum Mountain, as well as He Qingqian, a one-in-a-million genius, are basically only at the quasi-lord level and the next-rank monarch level. Naturally, it is difficult for them to withstand Zhu Minglang's Sky Curtain Sword!
"In fact, Zhu Minglang and the sword spirit dragon should need more running-in. I remember that when Zhu Minglang was at the lower monarch level, he actually fought against the upper monarch level, although he couldn't win..." Wu Feng continued.
When Zhu Minglang came out of the mountain, it was Wu Feng who took him to "friendly visits" in front of the gates of the various forces. Wu Feng still knew Zhu Minglang's strength very well.
But Yun Zhonghe's eyes were so dim that they had turned into a pool of stagnant water.
In the past, he probably didn't know how big the gap between himself and Zhu Minglang was, but the closer he got to the monarch level, the more he realized that he was no match for him at all.
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The main target of Tianmu Sword is still Huo Shangjun.
Huo Shangjun is indeed the strongest among these few people. His Golden Qionglong has reached the lower-level monarch level. Although Ziyunlong is at the quasi-level monarch level, he is also difficult to deal with.
Right now, Jin Qionglong's tail has been broken, and the scales on his body are all shattered.
Ziyunlong was covered in cuts and bruises all over his body, and it was difficult to use the Canglong profound art again.
No matter how unwilling Huo Shangjun was, he could only take these two dragons back into his spiritual domain.
"Huo Shangjun of Zizonglin will lose!"
"At the Bronze Battlefield, I saw Zhu Minglang commanding his black dragon and blue dragon, and thought he was just an ordinary disciple among many disciples. Who would have thought that he is so powerful today, and all the geniuses have been trampled under his feet. Even if he loses in the end, he should be called the strongest disciple!"
"Losing?? Which of your eyes thinks that Zhu Minglang will lose? Look at the others, they are all about to collapse!"
"I wish the clan is not what it used to be. Not to mention the prosperity of the clan these years, this great swordsman has made a comeback with the skill of shepherding dragons, and the same skill beats all the heroes..."
"That's why it's hard for us to look up to a real god-man, no matter what he cultivates!"
Huo Shangjun put away Ziyunlong and Jinqionglong.
He should have been the most dazzling one today, but now he has become someone else's green leaf.
"Thank you for your mercy." Huo Shangjun finally chose to give up, and suppressed the anger in his heart.
Zhu Minglang's mountain sword could actually strike at the Jin Qionglong's body, not its tail.
If Huo Shangjun can't see that the other party has kept his hand, he is really stupid and ridiculous.
There is no need for him to deceive himself anymore, if he is not an opponent, he is not an opponent.
"But I don't approve of your dragon herding skills. What you rely on is the rare sword spirit dragon in this world."
"Hmph, even if you just rely on this sword spirit dragon, I will surpass you in a short time."
Huo Shangjun said to Zhu Minglang.
After saying these words, Huo Shangjun turned around to leave Mausoleum Hill.
He lost, and the brocade box in the Nine Army Tomb Mountain no longer belonged to him.
"Wait." Zhu Minglang stopped him.
Huo Shangjun stopped in his tracks, thinking that Zhu Minglang would also say some impassioned words, but his next sentence made Huo Shangjun's entire face turn blue and purple.
"People can leave, and the brocade box you got stays."