Chapter 761: One sword flying fairy

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read2();　　Shen Jingcheng, Sitian Tower, the whole hall is silent, and the needles can be heard.
　　In the main hall on the first floor, the officials of the Manchu dynasty, civil and military officials and Sitianjian held their breath and looked up at the scroll of mountains and seas above, keeping their eyes on.
In the picture scroll of mountains and seas, with the release of national luck, the chaotic and riotous void quickly subsided, and then the scene of the top of Buried Jianhu Lake completely appeared before everyone's eyes. After a breath, the entire Sitian Tower was quiet. Turning, a burst of excitement cheered.
　　Even the old courtiers who were in their seventies and eighties, the long white beards on their chests kept trembling, and they all forgot to raise their arms and shouted:
　　 "Long live your majesty!"
Looking at the inside of the mountain and sea picture scroll, Murong He was cut off and knelt on one knee. Murong He, who hadn't stood up for a long time, stretched out the originally solemn face of Rouge sitting in the center of Sitian Tower, and let out an impenetrable breath. , Then stretched out his hand and gently stroked his lower abdomen, as if he was comforting the little life in his stomach.
Behind 　　 Yanzhi, Li Chunfeng withdrew his gaze, then opened his mouth and let out an old voice that resounded through the hall:
　　 "This battle is not over yet, everyone, please be quiet!"
After he finished speaking, Li Chunfeng turned his head and happened to meet Sima Annan’s eyes. Both the old and the young looked relieved in each other’s eyes. Besides, there was a deep shock. Shocked Zhao Yu's strength.
As an emperor, Zhao Yu doesn’t have many opportunities to take action. Therefore, even those close to him don’t know the extent of the young emperor’s strength. On the division of realm strength has no meaning.
　　 The strong cherish the strong, but only the strong and the strong will know who is stronger!
Compared to the Sitian Pagoda, the imperial court officials whose cultivation level is generally low, and above the void of Wanjian Mountain, those great masters and taboos who watch the battle at close range have a clearer perception of the strength of the two. Each of Zhao Yu and Murong He's supernatural powers carries the smashing and empty terrestrial fairyland power, which is a veritable battle at the peak of the world.
"Murong and the broken arm are equivalent to the loss of the monk's soul. The impact is not only the simple strength, but also the essence, energy, spirit and momentum. In other words, Murong and the attack on the holy position are absolutely hopeless. !"
Above the Linghe, great masters from Dao Palace, Linglong Sect, Bingzong, etc. uttered a sigh, with complex expressions. Although they could not approve of Murong and this move to initiate a war against the dynasty and the Lord of Great Xia, but It can be understood that a monk, a mighty power standing at the pinnacle of kendo, has the infinite desire to move to a higher level of life.
　　 because they are too!
　　 But Dadao is merciless, she only favors sharper blades, and even Murong and herself know that what he is fighting for is only the illusory opportunity.
Murong He’s sword only repairs its sharp edge. Once it is pierced, it is difficult to resist, but since the beginning of this holy battle, everyone understands that under the tide of the young emperor’s offensive, it belongs to Murong He and The last bit of power and luck in the arena has been completely ruthlessly shattered by Zhao Yu's heavy fist.
　　 In other words, when Zhao Yu threw Murong and Zi Qinglian from the void into the clouds, this difficult path to sanctification had already run counter to this pavilion master of Wanjian Pavilion!
Under the action of the Ten Mile Red Array and the Map of Mountains and Seas, the void chaos on the top of Wanjian Mountain gradually subsided, and the heavy rain above the sky continued to fill the dark night sky. Above the crane, the great day Wuzong Lu Yao, standing with his hands, Shaking his beard and hair covered with rain, then looking at Murong He who was seriously injured, his lips slightly opened, and the old voice came out:
"Muronghe has miscalculated your majesty's strength. Up to now, he has not many choices, because for him, it is no longer a battle of sanctification, but a battle of life. The old man is very I want to know what will happen to the first person in kendo who is forced to a desperate situation?"
　　 "Those who desperately die are the most dangerous. In any case, Murong and him finally have a chance to make a sword!"
　　 Beside the old Sect Master Lu Yao, the silver-haired old woman's voice was still full of solemnity, and then another echoing sound followed:
"The principal of Po Tianyuan is reasonable. Murong He can say that with a left arm at the expense of his majesty, he broke free from his majesty's first hand, and finally won a chance for himself to shoot a sword. Murong and the sharp energy on his body has already been lost. There is not much left, so Murong and this sword are the last swords of the entire battle."
　　At the same time, above the black dragon where the Radiant Army and the Night Dire Division are located, the voice of Xu Qing, the eldest lady of the Wei State Palace, suddenly sounded in the ears of all taboos:
　　 "This battle has reached the final juncture, you all cheer up, mobilize your energy, and wait!"
　　 "No!"
Accompanied by a neat, decisive roar, Muronghe, who was kneeling on one knee on the surface of the Jianjian Lake below, suddenly took a breath in, and then exhaled it violently. His breathing was extremely heavy, even the whole The huge lake seemed to follow it violently, and there was still a lot of blood pouring out of Murong He's mouth.
　　 But after this breath, Murong's and humble face has become as calm as ever, especially in his eyes. All the negative emotions before have disappeared, and there is only pure firmness, calmness and confidence.
　　 Because Murong He's only right hand, he slowly stepped forward and held the hilt of the Shoushan Great Sword.
　　 "When a sword repairman holds the sword, he is fearless!"
A faint voice came out from Murong and his mouth. Then he raised his head and stared at the other end of the lake. Under the rain curtain, the upright young emperor shadow. For some reason, Murong and the sharp eyes looked at this body. When the figure in the emperor robe was worn, it was blurred for a moment.
Then Muronghe's brows wrinkled, and he grasped the right hand with the cracked hilt in front of him, and suddenly used force, the last edge of his body was completely released outward, and the whole body stood upright very slowly, as if lifting a billion jin. weight.
　　 Infinite sharpness appeared, the Void Sword on the Wanjian Mountain was awe-inspiring, and all the rain was cut into powder!
Murong and holding the sword stood up extremely slowly. Although the guard mountain sword was extremely large and its weight was astonishing, it was definitely not such a huge weight. And as the hilt of the sword was pulled up, the entire sword buried lake began to boil violently, because it was originally The countless sword souls sleeping in the lake have already been awakened, vying to release the violent edge of their own unwillingness to be lonely.
On Murong and the sharp upper body, blue veins bulged like a dragon, but his face was still calm, and then the hilt of the Shoushan Great Sword was completely pulled out of the water. However, under the hilt, it was not the original one. Stone sword, but a vague sword edge.
　　 Murong and Yang Tian roar at the same time, and the rolling voice, accompanied by the violent sword aura, blasted directly in the ears of Zhao Yu whose expression changed slightly:
　　 "Your Majesty, you must be no stranger to this sword, because I borrowed you before!"
　　 After the roar, there was a sword roar from the sky and the earth, like a thunderstorm, and a name not long ago appeared in Zhao Yu's mind.
　　 One sword flying fairy!