In the Tiger Hill Sword Pond, the sword spirit moved strangely.
Not only did Zhao Changhe and Tang Wanzhuang feel a very familiar sense of déjà vu, but Tang Buqi, who was leading the team to surround Huqiu, stood by the sword pond with nostalgia in his eyes.
Long Que was even more excited in Ling Ruoyu's arms, and kept talking about his heroic appearance back then.
It was also here that the evil sword leaked from the Sword Emperor's tomb almost destroyed Gusu. The protagonists of that battle underground were Zhao Changhe and Sisi, while the protagonists above ground were Longque and Tang Buqi. When Longque angrily slashed the shadow of the sword, Tang Buqi took on the responsibility of protecting him and faced life and death. This established the head of the Tang family, who changed from being an incompetent person to a "gentleman not being able to use it".
Later, the Sword Emperor's Mausoleum was determined to be a suspicious tomb, and the core that had been dared not be developed was finally cracked into by the Demon Suppressor. As expected, it was discovered that the interior of the mausoleum that had been guarded for so long was an empty shell, and it was all a bluff. After that, it was directly filled up, and Gusu became clear and clear.
Ling Ruoyu didn't like to listen to Longque's bragging, because there was no Zhao Changhe or Xinghe in that battle, only how Longque himself cut down a sword shadow, but it felt like the other party was described as Xinghe.
But I can only hold back and listen to her bragging. Anyone who knows about the original battle will subconsciously connect today's scene with that time. At least the first reaction is "So the sword comes out of Tiger Hill, as expected. It’s here”.
When Zhao Changhe and Tang Wanzhuang's master and servant arrived, they happened to see a long black sword rising slowly from the pool, with the tip of the sword facing down and the hilt facing upward, floating in the middle of the pool. The surrounding water mist filled the air, and it looked very fairy-like. The strong feeling of the night sky filled everyone's heart. It was just evening, but it made people feel like they were in a quiet night, and the hustle and bustle of people around them seemed to be completely isolated.
"It is indeed the Galaxy." Many people were whispering: "With such a strong meaning of the night sky, it can only be the legendary Galaxy..."
"This strong pressure and repulsion, and such a sharp sword energy, ordinary people cannot get close to it."
An embroidered shoe was kicked from behind. Tang Buqi flew up like clouds and mist, and was kicked into the sword pond by his own aunt.
"Swish, swish, swish!" The sword energy overflowed.
"Swish, swish, swish!" The sword energy was everywhere, and Tang Buqi was brutally beaten. He covered his lower body and crawled out of the pool like flying.
"Xinghe is so powerful that he's just an idiot who can't hit anyone with three sticks and can only poke people in the buttocks."
Countless guests wiped their sweat and bowed: "Prime Minister, this..."
"Wu Hou is a friend of King Zhao and a strong man with the third level of secrets. It should be okay, right?"
"No."
"Why?"
"His aunt is here, why are you trying so hard to do so? You also want to be his aunt?"
"So what should we do now? Do we want to remind Wu Hou?"
"Then it's not a galaxy."
"Nonsense, the Book of Troubled Times says that the Galaxy Sword creates a world of its own to trap the demons. This is a divine weapon among divine weapons. How can ordinary people touch it?"
Longque: "...becoming smarter."
Tang Buqi twisted his beard and said calmly: "This is just a test. It can be seen that the sword's rejection of those who approach is based on the opponent's practice. If someone with higher strength comes, the backlash will be more severe."
Tang Buqi retreated in embarrassment, his brocade robe had been cut into tatters.
Tang Wanzhuang said calmly: "Xinghe will reject anyone and will not reject me. I just go and get it."
This sword is indeed exactly the same as Xinghe. Others cannot recognize it. How could he, Zhao Changhe, not recognize that this is not Xinghe at all? But the atmosphere inside is indeed very similar, and the appearance details and casting process are also exactly the same. Except for some special materials that only exist in the Night Palace and cannot be replaced, they are almost fake.
"Because if it were a galaxy, it would definitely come and beat you if you spoke like that."
Ling Ruoyu frowned and looked at the sword, feeling strange in his heart: "Quque, is this really a galaxy?"
Long Que said: "What do you think?"
"I don't know... Maybe you just think Xinghe should be more powerful?"
Zhao Changhe: ""
"Then why do you think it's different?"
Longque was silent for a moment: "Have you seen the galaxy?"
Someone asked: "Wu Hou is also a good friend of King Zhao. There is no problem with Xinghe's closeness. Does it really require King Zhao to come in person?"
Zhao Changhe nodded.
Tang Buqi replied calmly: "Ever since my uncle was kicked in the head by a donkey, no one knows what he was thinking. How about you give it a try?"
Zhao Changhe looked at Tang Wanzhuang and saw that Tang Wanzhuang was chuckling. He knew that his wife knew what was going on.
Zhao Changhe: "?"
Tang Buqi added: "In addition, my uncle is ill and is said to be unable to lift. Therefore, he is quite hostile and repulsive towards men like us who can make great achievements. I suggest that women come forward and give it a try."
Ling Ruoyu turned around and looked over. Tang Buqi glanced over and saw his aunt and Zhao Changhe coming. He was determined and said with his hands behind his back: "Let me try it."
You must know that even Tang Wanzhuang cannot be so familiar with the detailed texture of the galaxy. After all, no one except Zhao Changhe himself can see it endlessly with a sword. If the imitation is to be so fake, there is only one possibility - Huangfu Qing, who assisted in the whole process of sword-making, Yuan Sanniang, the inheritor of the sword-making craftsmanship, Ye Jiuyou, the birthplace of the meaning of the night sky, and possibly the master of the sword's meaning. Yue Hongling, four people can only create this level of fakery by working together.
The "majestic and virtuous" Mr. Wu Hou blushed to the roots of his ears and glared at Zhao Changhe in the crowd. His face said: Why don't you give me some respect for your sword
"Prime Minister Tang is still here!"
The crowd was in an uproar: "Even Wu Hou's level of cultivation can't come close to the Divine Sword!"
With that said, he stepped into the edge of the pool with his head held high and was about to swim up the waves.
"It just so happens that the galaxy appears at this time and place. If the right time and place are in place, there is no need to worry about this matter."
In fact, if this level of forgery is created, even if it is not a galaxy, it is already a rare sword.
Tang Buqi: "... grass."
Ling Ruoyu said: "Why don't I always feel like it?"
Tang Wanzhuang turned her head away unbearably, and Zhao Changhe also tilted his head to send a message: "Who told you this is the Galaxy? Your aunt and I are still analyzing the situation, why are you pretending to be in such a hurry?"
It's not useless for Tang Buqi to do these two things, so that he can understand the problem.
The sword was forged by my wives. It was used for fishing. It was placed on such an important occasion as the Tang family's banquet, and Tang Wanzhuang was still present. It was easy for the demons to take the sword seriously, and the main force gathered here to cause trouble. In fact, Sanniang and others had long been waiting in the East China Sea to welcome the birth of Xinghe and ran away...
It just so happens that this kind of birthday banquet has many people and is very convenient for the demons to do their business. It is the best fishing ground. For so many years, it has been difficult for Zhenmo Si to distinguish who are the demons of heaven and who are controlled by the demonic energy. In this birthday party, most of the pretenders can be revealed once and for all.
Poor birthday banquet protagonist doesn't know how valuable his birthday banquet is. Even Tang Wanzhuang was probably not told clearly that the witches of the Four Elephants Sect were using Tang Wanzhuang's performance to deceive others, but Wanzhuang must have seen through it and was cooperating.
As for trouble, there will definitely be no cause for trouble. Because it was Ye Jiuyou himself who was hiding in the fake galaxy pretending to be a "spirit". Coupled with the omnipresent Piaomiao, it was enough to protect the people at the birthday banquet intact, and then catch all the devils of heaven.
Therefore, the "natural attack of the divine sword" that Tang Buqi suffered before was not at the same level as what he suffered after scolding Zhao Changhe for not doing so... He was really looking for death. In front of a witch like Jiuyou, scolding her man, if not for the sake of For the sake of my husband's friends, I really don't want to do it this time.
Tang Wanzhuang stepped forward through the water. Sure enough, the fake sword seemed to feel the approach of her relatives. There was no attack from the sword energy at all. It was held by her honestly, and everything looked like how a real galaxy should behave.
But Tang Wanzhuang held the hilt of the sword but couldn't take it away, as if Xinghe was losing her temper and refused to follow her.
Tang Wanzhuang smiled slightly and exploded with all her strength.
At the moment when she was competing with Xinghe, a terrifying black light suddenly erupted from the bottom of the pool, which penetrated directly into Tang Wanzhuang's heart.
"Bang!" Tang Wanzhuang turned around and struck a black light, causing her to stagger slightly.
At the same time, at least half of the onlookers suddenly unsheathed their swords and placed them on the necks of their friends. At this moment, the entire Tiger Hill turned into a demon cave. Black mist shrouded the heads of countless demon disciples, and connections gathered. A demon face appeared in the sky again, shouting: "Tang Wanzhuang! Let go of Xinghe, otherwise this place will become a river of blood!"
Tang Wanzhuang seemed to hesitate slightly and let go of the fake galaxy. The black light swept across and directly rolled the fake galaxy into the sky.
Heiwu continued to yell at Ling Ruoyu: "And that girl, throw the dragon bird over here!"
Tang Wanzhuang said calmly: "You just want Xinghe, why do you have to ask Longque?"
The black mist rolled around Xinghe and sneered: "Xinghe has an extremely indifferent temperament. Even if he knows that you are one of his own, he will not easily follow you, unless he has the dragon bird that has been with him since childhood."
Ling Ruoyu was dumbfounded.
I dare you to grab the dragon bird like crazy, it’s all for this from beginning to end.
Long Que was also dumbfounded.
I thought you wanted to rob me so much. Is it true that you robbed me to kidnap Xinghe
So who am I? Just a candied haws used to kidnap children
Ling Ruoyu didn't know what to do for a moment and looked at the "Senior Ancient Demon God" beside him for help.
Zhao Changhe smiled slightly: "The third level of Yujing... It's really worthy of him. After thirty years of gathering, he can still cultivate such a strong gathering of strength."
Third level of imperial realm? Ling Ruoyu beat her heart and lowered her voice: "What should I do, senior? Xinghe is fake. If it is robbed, it will be robbed. But Dragon Bird is real. It is not okay for Dragon Bird to be taken away by them!" "It's okay, I see. At this moment Longque has gone crazy and will let them drink a pot..."
Ling Ruoyu looked at the broad knife in his hand hesitantly. The broken knife was trembling, and he was obviously very angry: "I am Tanghulu... I am Tanghulu?"
The tremors were getting heavier and heavier, and Ling Ruoyu couldn't hold on at all. With a "swish" sound, the dragon bird shot into the sky, and the violent blood-colored sword light slashed the demon's face in the sky: "Who do you think is the candied haws?"
Demon Face: "?"
I didn't say you were a candied haws of sugar...
There seemed to be a dragon roaring, and the blood-colored sword light turned into the shape of a dragon head and a bird's body, shooting straight into the sky.
"You, Longque, are only an intermediate-level sword of heavenly quality. How dare you want to kill me? Just stay here!" The demon face sprouted a hand and grasped it in the air, as if to strangle Longque's neck.
Ling Ruoyu looked up and sweated nervously: "Queque..."
Unexpectedly, Zhao Changhe stretched out his hand gently and made a false strike.
"Boom!" A terrifying energy shock came from the sky, the demonic shadow was torn apart, and a shrill scream came: "You, this is not your own power, why do you seem to have a master transporting it?"
Longque laughed wildly: "You idiot! You still want to catch me, so go to hell! Who is the candied haws on a stick! Who is the candied haws on a stick!"
The broad knife slashed at random.
"Swish, swish!" The demonic energy fled in all directions.
The fake galaxy suddenly exploded, and the scattered fragments formed a dark sky. All the demonic energy seemed to have fallen into a dragnet, running rampant but unable to break free.
The demonic energy twisted and howled: "Ye Jiuyou? This... this is not the galaxy!"
Ye Jiuyou's graceful figure appeared in the void: "It's not too late for you to know now."
"It seems that this is just a trap. Donghai is real... but you think we are unprepared? You lured us here, so why didn't we lure you Ye Jiuyou into the trap?"
Ye Jiuyou smiled slightly: "Then get ready... Let me remind you again that today's Three Realms have long been ours. People like flies and dogs can do nothing, and they only deserve to be caught in our jar."
"You put human lives at risk and waste all life. What's the difference between you and us? How dare you say it's your world? Do it!"
Following the words, the swords held by all the demon disciples on the necks of the guests suddenly moved.
But he was shocked to find that he couldn't move.
An ethereal figure appeared in the void and smiled slightly: "I have done this twice, and you still don't have a long memory. Yangyang, let's do it."
Outside Tiger Hill, Cui Yuanyang, the leader of the Demon Suppression Division who had been lying in wait for a long time, led the elite soldiers of the Demon Suppression Division and rushed in. Inside Tiger Hill, Tang Wanzhuang suddenly took action. In just an instant, thousands of demon disciples were captured.
Ling Ruoyu looked at the situation and drew his sword and stepped forward to help, but suddenly his heart palpitated.
Suddenly looking back to the east, at the seaside not far away, the sky suddenly darkened, and a real night-like pressure descended on the world.
"Boom!"
The huge sword shadow slowly rose from the sea, gradually suspended on the sea surface, and then slowly ascended to the nine heavens.
That huge sword shape, the pressure that covers all the people, the fake Huqiu Sword Pool just now is like a firefly compared to the sun and the moon, a poor imitation show.
On the sea, Sanniang stretched out her hand and held her sword: "Xinghe, be good, the fool has been lured away by us with lies, go home with your aunt."
Xinghe refused to move.
Sanniang frowned.
The devil face over at Huqiu was right, Zhen Xinghe had an indifferent temperament and would not just follow others. I originally thought that the soul in the sword could be easily manipulated, but I didn't expect it to be so stubborn even after it lost its soul. Is that a remnant of instinct or something
None of Zhao Changhe's two children makes anyone worry.
Just as he was thinking this, the Xinghe Sword suddenly moved and stabbed Sanniang directly in the lower abdomen.
The demonic shadow trapped by Jiuyou over there also said at this time, "Do you really think we are unprepared?"
They were indeed prepared.
The demonic energy of living beings and all kinds of phantom beasts do not only exist on land, but there are also many buried deep in the ocean.
The arrangement on land was led away by the fake sword, but the arrangement lurking in the ocean never moved. The moment the True Galaxy breaks out of its own space, it has already been contaminated with the demonic energy in the sea, forming a situation of "seizing one's body".
If the sword spirit is not there, of course they can use the demon spirit to seize the body. From now on, the true galaxy will be theirs.
It's a pity that they are prepared, and the Four Symbols Sect is even more prepared.
The moment Xinghe made a sneak attack, an incomparably strong tortoise shell appeared on Sanniang's lower abdomen.
The demon spirit that had just "seized the body" but had not fully controlled the power of the divine sword was obviously unable to break through Xuanwu's defense. Instead, it was staggered and doubled several times.
The demon spirit was not entangled with Sanniang, and rushed straight through the void to the sky above Huqiu, trying to rescue the demon face who was besieged by Jiuyou. Off the coast of Suzhou, everyone is very close to each other. Given their speed, it only takes a moment to connect.
At the same time, a dense black mist finally appeared on the huge sea surface, quickly gathering into a mass and once again forming the shape of a demon.
Flames rose in the sky, meteors and fire rained down, forming the shape of a red bird in the sky, roaring down towards the sea demon: "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
The waves around the demon formed a binding tornado. Sanniang stood on the dragon's head with a whip and said with a smile: "It stands to reason that when the galaxy appears in the world, Changhe wakes up. At this time, Changhe had just opened his eyes from his kennel, and wanted to take advantage of this time difference to get rid of him in advance. Xinghe, do you really think we are all just watching a show?”
The whip was whipped with a "snap", and the firebirds roared from the sky.
The Sea Demon didn't even have time to gather its form, and was toyed with on the spot by two sages from the Four Elephants Sect like a spinning top, leaving it howling angrily.
Driven by the demon spirit, Zhen Xinghe has gone straight to the place where Ye Jiuyou and Demon Face are locked in a stalemate. When he sees that he is about to break open the prison, the sword light rises again in the sky.
The Milky Way flows from the East China Sea to the west, and the afterglow of the setting sun falls in the sky from west to east. The figure in red is like a solitary Hong, flying in the sky.
Ling Ruoyu clenched his fists excitedly: "Master!"
"Cang!" The tip of the sword that cut through the sky accurately hit the tip of the Xinghe sword, and Yue Hongling groaned and fell backwards.
Ling Ruoyu's expression froze on her face. She clearly saw the ancient demon god suddenly appear behind her master and put her arms around her waist.
The master looked back at the man's face, and a sweet smile appeared on his pretty face that was almost always sullen and stern: "Have you had enough fun?"
"Enough fun." The ancient senior replied.
Ling Ruoyu turned to stone again, showing signs of splitting.
Yue Hongling was repelled, and the Galaxy Sword also felt uncomfortable and fell to the ground. A delicate white jade-like hand suddenly appeared in the void, about to snatch Xinghe away.
Ling Ruoyu stared dumbfoundedly at the ancient senior who grabbed the dragon bird and jumped towards the delicate hand: "When I waited until this moment, I thought I was going to be the Yin Tian Dao, but I didn't expect it would be you in the end. Stop, you stinking blind man!"
"What is that!" Someone on the ground exclaimed: "Is that the gods and Buddhas have dispersed?"
"Yes, I have seen Leader Xue of the Blood God Sect use this trick. There is no doubt that the gods and Buddhas were scattered."
"Who is that figure?"
"Dragon Bird's own image, right?"
The imagery is bullshit. Ling Ruoyu stared blankly at the sky, and all his confusion was suddenly solved.
"Bang!" Ye Wuming's hand had no time to grab Xinghe, so he had to slap it back on Longque's side. During the fight, Xinghe had already fallen below.
Zhao Changhe's voice came from above: "Ruoyu, take the sword!"
Ling Ruoyu was confused: "Me?"
The Xinghe Sword is even inferior to Master Xuanwu. I, the little Karami, dare to hold it, and I won’t be chopped into seventeen or eighteen pieces...
But the movements of the hands are still faster than the movements of the brain. Over there, Zhao Changhe was no match for Ye Wuming, so he was slapped away with a palm. Ye Wuming was about to take the sword when a young girl jumped up and grabbed Xinghe.
(End of chapter)