"We spent 20 years cultivating the sword heart of this sword. The sword heart was originally contaminated with filth and evil, and was sealed by the world's highest sword intention for 20 years. The backlog of resentment and coldness is amazing. A peerless master will be affected if you touch it. But no matter how strong the evil energy is, it is always accumulated by outsiders, not an endless source of self-generated things. Even if it is foreign, there will always be a time to drive it away.”
After he finished speaking, there was a terrifying vibration in the air.
This is similar to the feeling of depression that attacked my heart when I just had a blast of flames from the God Refining Furnace, but it was ten times stronger than before.
As if a demon had descended, an indescribable palpitation struck the ghosts and gods' hearts. He hadn't felt this way for many years. The most recent time was when he had not yet mastered his martial arts, and was shocked by the shock of a magical martial artist.
The feeling is similar now, no matter the powerful pressure that seems to suppress people in one breath or the mysterious and unpredictable that makes people unable to tell where it comes from. The only difference is that this time it gave him the feeling that it was even more dangerous than that time.
Suddenly, on Luo Ming's 'corpse', a faint light lit up through his body, as if even his body had become transparent.
It's not Luo Ming's candle that shines faintly red, but... gold.
The gold that belongs to the Emperor's True Dragon.
The Poison King smiled and said, "It's finally here."
The group of quiet blue that wrapped Luo Ming suddenly split into two points, as if it was slashed by a sharp sharp knife. peeled off him.
It was vaguely visible that the blood dragon pattern on the sword was finally filled.
Chapter 130 Luo Ming
At the moment when the blood dragon pattern was filled, Diyuan Longtujian's body shone with radiance. The grandeur of the momentum is like the beginning of the sun breaking the clouds, and it will drive out the evil spirits in the world. The dazzling level made the rest of the people in the field have to turn their heads to avoid its brilliance.
Even Aples couldn't look directly at such a sword light. Can not help but avoid sight.
Alan's business can come from behind.
"This sword evil is tight, and it's murderous for a while, but now it's..."
"... Xu Ruo scorching sun, driving away evil haze; magnificent reflection, like a dragon rising. Luo Ming worked so hard to forge, but this is actually such a sword." Aples stared: "This is an emperor's sword. The sword heart of this sword was cultivated in this way.”
The Poison King, who was caught by him, didn't answer, he just sneered. Aples was about to extort a confession, but found that the poison king did not want to speak, but was unable to speak.
The light that bloomed on the sword carried a magnificent and splendid imperial aura, and it was the nemesis of all evil and poison. The Poison King was full of poison, and even at this distance, he was still forced into flames by the sword light, and his shriveled and thin body seemed to be scorched by fire. Almost sizzling. The Poison King endured the pain, but in fact he was already in a cold sweat.
Within three feet of Diyuan Longtu condensed into a dazzling golden halo, the dark bloodstains on the sword and the traces burned by the fire of the cauldron cast by the Refining God peeled off piece by piece in the glow, turning into pieces of streamer light and scattered.
It was in this situation that Luo Ming woke up. The haze surrounding the consciousness seemed to be broken open by the sword light in one breath, and the chaos that made it difficult for the consciousness to continue to the limbs suddenly shattered. The Heavenly Sword lying on the ground slowly stood up.
He opened his eyes.
But it is different from before.
That's a stark difference. The moment he stood up and opened his eyes, Aples felt the strangeness.
In this person, something has undergone earth-shaking changes.
This 'anomaly' isn't just in the deeper 'nuclei' that can be observed in Aples. And it appeared on Luo Ming's appearance at the same time in a form that was more obvious and clear, almost to the point of publicity.
He was many years older, with frost on his temples, and many wrinkles appeared between the corners of his eyes and his forehead. Fengshen's handsome appearance has not changed, but he is no longer as young as Luo Siming's brother as he saw before. Rather, it was an appearance that was more appropriate for his age.
Maybe this is what he should be like.
The first time Aples saw Luo Ming, he was what he was now. In the sandy desert, a steady traveler wearing the most common cloak suddenly came to where he was. With a face full of wind and frost, and a pair of tired gray eyes.
Diyuan Longtu is the sword of the imperial way. At the moment when the sword gallbladder and the sword heart were perfectly fused, the Emperor Dragon Qi, which completely eliminated the dual element poison in Luo Ming's body from the root. Because the powerful internal force simulated by the Poison Art also disappeared, the youthful appearance brought about by it was also dissipated.
When he woke up, everything came back to him. Including aging, including the inner strength of Zhuo Jueyu, including his eyes.
The expression on his face was similar to that of a monk who was enlightened, but the difference was that there should be no such unspeakable grief on the monk's face.
Luo Ming silently looked at the dazzling and dazzling Diyuan Longtu, the blood dragon pattern that was completely filled. The blood dragons infused with the blood of the superior swordsmen seem to be able to find traces of who they belong to.
After a long time, he said.
"Really... Is Fengjian dead?"
In the ten years since I returned from Nie Yao, everything that happened was like a dream.
He wants revenge, wants to practice stronger martial arts, and forge a sword that is unparalleled in the world.
He ran forward desperately, walking like the wind through various sideways. By the end, there was no one behind him.
Perhaps from that day ten years ago, when he decided to take revenge, he was destined to be alone on this path.
"What a warm sun."
Luo Ming slowly raised the big sword in his hand, reflected on the sun, and narrowed his eyes.
"Feng'er, you said... this sword... is it really a sword that doesn't get dusty?"
As for Alan and the others, what was even more surprising than his appearance was the fact that he was able to stand up as if he had been stabbed in the heart.
Could this man really be immortal
Only Aples knows the answer.
Luo Ming not only wears 'Deer Hunting in the Sea', but at the moment when his consciousness recovers, he also restores the cultivation base that deduced "Ghost Nerve" to the fifth level. With "Ghost Nerve" and the ability to hunt deer in the sea, it can completely seal the wound in his heart. The miraculous effect of hunting deer in the sea has been proved once when Aples was seriously injured and could survive the siege.
"You finally woke up."
"Yeah." Luo Ming seemed absent-minded, not even looking at Aples.
Aples was unimpressed. On the contrary, the countless experiences of birth and death in the past told him that the person in front of him was not like what he had seen. He had lost his skills, was seriously injured, and became old. Aples could feel that under those gray eyes, there was something profound that he could not read. He kept calm and waved Alan and sprite away from the ring.
"Congratulations on getting what you wanted, and finally forging a famous sword that is unparalleled in the world."
"Yeah, this is a very good sword." Luo Ming stroked the body of the sword, but his attitude was inexplicably respectful like a minister serving the king, and sighed: "I'm not worthy of it."
Aples ignored his words, secretly performed magic, and protected his surroundings.
"Just now I thought it was too bad to win, but now you wake up just fine. We can fight again."
"Since that's the case, why not let Luo's guests go first." Luo Ming raised his eyes and met Aples.
Before Aples felt the icy shudder, he let go of his right hand and took five steps back at the same time.
And in the space where he just stood, someone has taken his place. Whether it was holding the Poison Queen's collar in his hand or the place where he stood with his feet, they were all perfect, as if he was standing here from the beginning.
But a momentary confrontation. What filled Aples' heart suddenly was an overwhelming sense of fluke and fear.
The speed of that sword just now surpassed the fastest Aples had ever seen in his life.
If Aples had just let go a little later, in addition to the space now being taken over, there is still one of his severed hands. Luo Ming's skills retreated sharply, and then his swordsmanship changed.
Become more elusive, unfathomable.