The shadow of Garuda came to the sky hundreds of miles in front of the mausoleum. The edges of the wings were overflowing with golden light, but it brought darkness to the mausoleum. Looking in the darkness, its eyes were like two balls Burning divine fire. Nanke's black hair fluttered, and her petite body hung quietly between the two spheres of divine fire. It was extremely small in comparison, but it gave people the feeling that an inseparable connection had been formed between her and the golden-winged roc In other words, she is now the soul of Golden Winged Roc.
With the golden light shining, an unimaginable terrifying pressure fell on the grassland, followed by a hurricane, even the most violent wind in the South China Sea could not have so many, the broken grass danced wildly Uneasy, the sewage on the ground was shattered by the shock, no monster could stand still, and they fell to the ground one after another. The thousands of broken swords in the air around the mausoleum were blown up and down, like a cry Countless ships may be swallowed by shocking waves at any time.
Accompanied by an indifferent and extremely proud Qingming, the golden-winged roc flapped its wings and flew towards the mausoleum at an accelerated speed. It felt like the sky was about to press down on the mausoleum. The golden light on the edge of the wings separated and then reunited, as if The jumping flames seemed to be coming alive, so the entire grassland began to burn, and whether it was blood or water, raging flames began to grow.
On the burning grassland is a black ocean formed by countless monsters. This black ocean is also burning, turning into a sea of flames. Whether it is a high-level monster or a field mouse born in the grassland, they all stand in the sea of flames, with awe and awe. Looking reverently at the pair of wings that spanned hundreds of miles in the sky, he let out an almost crazy roar.
As the golden-winged roc approached, the burning prairie became brighter, but the mausoleum in the middle of the prairie became darker. Wan Dao Canjian desperately resisted the strong wind brought by the two giant wings, and flew to In front of the mausoleum.
Thousands of broken swords are densely packed, forming a semicircular sword array in front of the mausoleum. Standing in the middle of the huge sword formation, Chen Changsheng was extremely small in comparison, but he was the soul of this sword formation. He was still holding the yellow paper umbrella in his left hand, and he didn't take back the sword intent from Wan Dao Canjian, because he knew very well that after the fierce battle with the beast horde, many of those cant swords were on the verge of dying. Support, if he withdraws the Lishan Sword Intent at this time, then there is no need for the golden-winged roc to do anything, and those swords will perish.
All he can use now is the sword intent of the Longyin Sword, but hundreds of years have passed, is the sword intent of this sword still strong enough? Looking at the golden-winged roc that was getting closer, he silently felt the pride and kindness in the Dragon Sword. Yes, it was a kind of pride that he was very familiar with and even kind, as if it was what he should have innately.
This kind of inexplicable kindness made his mind vibrate violently, just like when Zhexiu fell ill every time, the beating speed of his heart more than doubled in an instant, and the speed of the true essence circulating in the meridians became even faster Countless times, his hand holding the hilt of the sword kept shaking, and the shaking became more and more severe, so that the whole body trembled.
Even the snow field inside his body trembled.
The thick snow that this snowfield once carried was the result of hundreds of nights of hard work since he was appointed as the Orthodox Academy. It is the purest starlight. Burned out several times, and now there is still a shallow layer left.
Light snow and easy pine, following the vibration from outside the body, the snowflakes were shaken away from the field, thrown into the air, met the light refracted by the spherical lake, and began to burn violently with a bang. The Xinghui snow flakes instantly burned into clear water, then turned into water mist, turned into the purest true essence, filled his body, and then flowed forward along those meridians that were dry or even broken like cliffs, and kept moving forward... For Chen Changsheng, this was an extremely painful process, but he didn't let out a muffled groan, but just stared at the golden-winged roc that was getting closer and closer to the mausoleum, and continued to persevere, letting those vibrations continue to burn the snow field, and the true essence continued to grow. Invasion forward in the body.
At a certain moment, the true energy finally came to his wrist, the vibration from the heart met the vibration from the hilt of the sword, and then merged into one, forming an indescribable fighting spirit!
The Dragon Yin Sword is disabled, and the sword intent is not as good as it used to be, but the fighting intent still exists!
With this proud and stubborn sword intent, Chen Changsheng held the Dragon Chanting Sword in his hand, and stabbed towards the golden-winged roc in the sky!
A clear, distant and incomprehensible dragon chant resounded on the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum!
An extremely magnificent and bright sword light, with almost real dragon's breath, broke through a distance of tens of miles, came to the sky, and slashed towards the gap between the two groups of golden-winged roc's eyes!
Nanke is there...
Compared with the sword light of this Dragon Chanting Sword, she is so insignificant, just a small black spot. But her expression remained unchanged, and she stretched out a finger towards the extremely bright sword light.
Through the connection of the soul wood, she and the golden-winged roc are already one. She is the golden-winged roc, possessing strength and spiritual height that are almost in the sacred realm.
She only needed one finger to block the sword light of the Dragon Chanting Sword.
Looking from the grassland and the mausoleum, a very strange black air mass appeared between the eyes of the golden-winged roc.
The air ball was at Nanke's fingertips, which was the result of the collision of two great forces.
The next moment, the black air mass disappeared instantly, and indistinctly, many small cracks appeared in the air, which represented signs of disintegration in the real space. At the same time, a huge voice sounded over the grassland, as if a thunder.
The gust of wind came from a high altitude to the ground in an instant, and then traveled thousands of miles away. All the stubborn green grass between the cliffs of the mausoleum was pulled out into the sky and blown to nowhere. Even the moss attached to the cliffs at the bottom were peeled off, and even the stone skin on the surface of the cliffs was a little crisp. The burning black ocean in the grassland gave rise to huge tides. Under the eyes of the golden-winged roc, at least hundreds of low-level monsters were directly shaken to death. In the sword formation in front of the mausoleum, dozens of swords were also crumbling.
Chen Changsheng didn't hear the thunder in the sky, didn't pay attention to these scenes, and stared at the Dragon Chanting Sword in his hand, because at the previous moment, a very slight sound sounded from the Dragon Chanting Sword.
It was the sound of breaking.
The Longyin sword broke, and the upper half of the sword fell into the water in front of him, making a light snap.
This soft sound in Chen Changsheng's ears was the sound of thunder.
A bolt of thunder exploded on the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum, boom!
In the gust of wind, Chen Changsheng's body was thrown backwards by several tens of feet, and he fell heavily on the stone gate, causing slight smoke and dust to rise.
He was pale, and blood gushed to his throat, but he swallowed it back. He felt all his bones were broken, but stood up again. Because although the Longyin Sword has been broken, the fighting spirit is still there. only…
Even if the fighting spirit is so violent, even if there are thousands of swords to cheer, isn't it still the opponent of the golden-winged roc
Chen Changsheng looked at the Broken Sword, and noticed that the cut was neat and smooth, but it didn't look like a new one. Then he remembered that when he was holding the Dragon Chanting Sword earlier, he could vaguely see that the body of the Dragon Chanting Sword There was already a looming line.
Only now did he understand that the line was a knife mark.
Countless years ago, Chen Xuanba brought this sword to Zhou Garden, and was defeated by Zhou Dufu's sword. Although he died, he refused to fall down. The sword was obviously broken, but he stubbornly refused. Let your opponent see it. Countless years later, this proud sword faced an equally powerful opponent again, and finally couldn't bear it.
Holding the broken sword, he walked back to the edge of the stone platform slowly and silently, looking into the dark sky.
That golden-winged roc needs to fuse with Nanke for some reason, but it has already proved its strength.
Nanke has disappeared, and has truly merged with Dapeng. Those two divine fires were still holy but violent, looking coldly at him who was tiny in the middle of the mausoleum, getting closer and closer.
The color of the sky and the earth changed, the dark clouds rolled, and ten thousand lightning bolts lit up above the mausoleum like snakes.
The Longyin sword has been broken, which sword should he use again? Mountain Sea Sword or Vegetarian Sword? Or do you mean all swords come out together
At this moment, he suddenly felt a heat flow from the tiger's mouth on his right hand.
He has not put down the Dragon Chanting Sword yet, this heat flow comes from the half of the Dragon Chanting Sword, this is the sword intent of the Dragon Chanting Sword—this proud sword intent, with reluctance, left the body of the Dragon Chanting Sword , In just an instant, the dragon singing sword, which was only half left but still proud and stubborn, became dim and dull, as if it had died.
That sword intent entered Chen Changsheng's body, and then entered the short sword at his waist.
Although his sword heart has been perfected, but due to the limitations of his cultivation, his sword intent has never been perfected. Therefore, only by borrowing the Lishan sword intent through the yellow paper umbrella, can he use Wan Jian to kill the tide of beasts. It is for this reason that his sword intent and dagger have never been truly integrated, or to put it another way, this seemingly ordinary dagger feels that his sword intent is not worthy of him.
Until this moment, the sword intent of the Longyin Sword came.
The dagger was still in its sheath, but it began to hum slightly.
Chen Changsheng understood the meaning of Dragon Chanting Sword, this is the inheritance.
He is sentimental.
Long Yinjian passed the sword intent to the dagger, and then died, but the dagger came back to life.
Now he can only hope that Longyin Sword can continue his life, or pride, in this way.
Well, he needs to win.
He gently placed half of the Longyin Sword on the ground, stood up, grabbed the hilt of the dagger and drew it out.
Following his actions, a sun appeared in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum.
Along with the blade of the dagger, the sun rose from the sheath mouth, illuminating the dark mausoleum and grassland.
It was countless golden rays of light.
It was an extremely bright sword.
A powerful and incomparable aura emerged, shocking all the life around the mausoleum.
It was quiet.
The sword intent of the Longyin Sword and the dagger were perfectly fused together, just like the feeling Chen Changsheng had when he held the sword earlier, as if they were born to be together, but this was not enough.
The soul of this sword has not yet awakened.
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