The dragon raises its head.
Although the so-called dragons are actually a common visitor in the stories of storytellers throughout the ages, and there are also drunken people in the countryside who claim to have seen dragons flying through the clouds, it is another matter to say that there are people who have actually heard the dragon's roar or seen a real dragon.
At least none of the masters present here have seen it.
Even the mysterious existences in the common people's swords and the princes' swords, "Kill" and "Soldier", can only be said to have heard the dragon's roar, but cannot be said to have seen a real dragon.
But today is different.
Boom!
The top of the Tianjue Peak was shaking! The underground fire was attacking the Xuanbing Platform from the bottom up. The ten thousand year old Xuanbing remained calm even under the attack of the molten underground fire. The extreme coldness suppressed the underground fire that should have buried all the masters, but it was only on the physical level.
This is not the case on a spiritual level.
Some kind of insubstantial spirit erupted from under the ground at Tianjue Peak in a terrifying manner. This spirit shook the air and formed a physical sound, loud and clear, which spread in all directions, and even the small town at the foot of Tianjue Peak could hear the sound.
This is the dragon's roar.
The so-called true dragon is invisible to mortals. Only the great masters who have entered the Tao and the grand masters who have achieved enlightenment can observe the true dragon through the artistic conception they have cultivated.
"Oh My God... ."
“How is it possible…!”
"Dragon Vein...!"
The snow and wind that had shrouded the top of Tianjue Peak for many years finally dissipated completely at this moment, and the heavy snow clouds even parted to both sides. In the eyes of the masters and great masters, there was a golden light shuttling through the splashing sunlight. After revealing its true form, its head was like a camel, its horns were like a deer, its eyes were like a rabbit, its ears were like an ox, its neck was like a snake, its belly was like a clam, its scales were like a carp, its claws were like an eagle, and its palms were like a tiger, exactly the same as the real dragon in myths and legends!
"Is this the dragon vein..."
"How is it possible? Could it be that this peak of Heaven is another Cliff of Repentance?"
“Spiritual energy…!”
Suddenly, within the sword of the princes, the voice of the prince suddenly rose high: "The spiritual energy is rising! The spiritual energy is rising for the second time! I know it!"
The prince seemed to have seen through the truth, and said in a firm tone: "Yes, it must be so! A hundred years ago, the spiritual energy rose for the first time, and martial arts flourished. However, the best cultivation in the world is only limited to the Grandmaster. With my brother's talent, I'm afraid he has already reached that level."
"And in order to make a breakthrough, he planned this incident."
"It's all about the second spiritual energy rise! It can break through the bottleneck of the Grandmaster!"
"That must be it!"
The prince's voice was filled with some joy of seeing through someone's plan, as well as some unspeakable fear. Obviously, if what he said really happened and his brother, who was now in charge of Dayun, broke through to the level of grandmaster, then his plan to take back the throne would really be just empty talk.
In that case... ..
... ..then strike first and gain the upper hand!
"Kill him!"
Swish!
At the order of the prince, the swords of the princes shook slightly, and then flew directly towards Wang Zhixin. The common people's sword, which had just been wrestling with Wanrenshu, actually dropped it, and with murderous aura, it cooperated with the swords of the princes and both rushed towards the Xuanbing platform where Wang Zhixin was.
Cry----!
The clear sound of a sword and the murderous intent of the prince woke him up from his trance in the first moment. He then swung his Embroidered Spring Sword, not afraid of being attacked at all, and went straight forward. The sword flashed fiercely, and he directly clashed with the swords of the princes and the common people that followed.
clang clang!
The sword is the king of all weapons. It is strong and wild, and it is so ferocious when wielded. Wang Zhixin himself is a master of swordsmanship. The momentum when he wields the sword is astonishing. It is extremely ferocious, yet dignified. When his sword skills are displayed, it even makes people feel as if they are seeing a ferocious giant god.
Luohou quells the chaos of swords!
A person holding a knife can be fierce, cruel, and crazy, but this is only on the surface. Deep down, he has a heart that wants to put down rebellion.
What is suppression of rebellion
To suppress a rebellion is to put down a rebellion!
When there is turmoil in the martial arts world, draw your sword and put it down!
Ever since Wang Zhixin was adopted by Li Yun and became the Grand Commander of the Imperial City Division twenty years ago, he has been working to pacify the martial arts world and restore order. The experiences and observations of these twenty years have even become the sword will that he upholds and his lifelong obsession!
Thanks to this obsession, he was able to attain enlightenment and become a grandmaster.
The same is true today.
"Suppress the rebellion!"
The sword was drawn to quell the rebellion, and the swords of the common people and the princes came one after another, but they were chopped away one after another. For a time, Wang Zhixin, who had the support of the evil god Luohou, was unmatched in power.
However... .
"At the end of the road, barely surviving!"
"continue!"
Although the prince has lost his martial arts skills, his vision is still there. Now he has the help of the soldier demon possessed by the sword of the princes. How can he not see Wang Zhixin's condition
"It's just a trick of forcibly stimulating the internal Qi, killing one thousand enemies but injuring eight hundred of your own."
"It will only make you die faster!"
The swords of the princes and the swords of the common people rolled back at the same time, ready to continue killing Wang Zhixin.
And at this moment.
The Master of Wutong Valley and Wanren Tu, who had been watching the show, finally took action.
Needless to say, the target of the massacre of ten thousand people was very clear from the beginning to the end. He displayed his fist skills, and no one knew where the Misty Rain Needle was hidden. His body was like an eagle hunting. He just leaped up and pounced on the sword of princes possessed by the prince!
"Where are you going, scrap metal? I am your opponent!"
“… … Eh.”
With a sigh, although Wutong Valley Master had not seen the scene of the Three Absolute Swordsmen's sacrifice, she was able to feel it and was still a little sad in her heart. But now that her dearest prince was starting a war again, it was impossible for her to sit idly by, so she chose to take action.
But just at this moment.
A golden light and a white light suddenly appeared out of nowhere, without any trajectory, but as if they came out of the void. At the moment when the Lord of Wutong Valley and Wanren Tu were about to catch up with the Prince, they delayed them for a moment, and for a while they were unable to stop the Prince!
"... ..Um!?"
"Old bald donkey? You're looking for death!"
The master of Wutong Valley frowned, and Wanren Tu roared wildly. It was obvious that the identity of the attacker could not be hidden from them. The golden light was actually a Buddhist bead that flew from the top of Tianjue Peak. As for the white light, it was a pure sword energy that looked like a fairy... .
Bodhidharma Temple!
Exiled Immortal Villa!
As the top of the Jianghu sect, which sect doesn't have a real backer? It's only been a hundred years since the spiritual energy was revived, and a hundred years is not enough to completely wipe out a great master. In the past, Xiaoyao Sect had a Jianghu Sword Master, and other sects naturally had corresponding great masters.
If not, how can it survive in the world
only... .
For relatively young grandmasters like Wanren Tu and Wutong Valley Master, these grandmasters of the older generation seem to lack in deterrence. As the saying goes, young and strong are more powerful than young ones. If a real fight breaks out, who knows how strong those grandmasters who are over a hundred years old can display.
But no matter what, under the surprise attack, the Lord of Wutong Valley and Wanrensaku were stopped for a moment.
And the prince would naturally not miss this opportunity.
"Go to hell!"
"... ..."
The murderous aura of the common people's sword is like a rolling river, while the sword of the princes reflects countless magical weapons. Both of them have been reshaped on the outside, but their inner qualities can be described as the opposite of the magical objects in the martial arts world. Their natures are extremely yin and evil. One is a gathering of murderous aura, and the other is a weapon that has become a spirit, and both of them have corresponding wisdom.
The two sides joined forces and their power was overwhelming.
With this blow, even if Wang Zhixin didn't die, he would be seriously injured.
And at this critical moment... ..
... .Bang!
A gunshot ripped through the air, echoing across the summit of Tianjue Peak, and along with it, there was an angry roar:
"If I don't say anything, will you just assume I don't exist?!"
"Take my move!"
"Little Li's Flying Dagger!"