Chapter 338: True heritage

The shadow of the golden-winged Dapeng bird came to the sky hundreds of miles in front of the tomb. The edges of the wings spread golden light, but it brought darkness to the tomb. Looking in the darkness, its eyes were like two groups. Burning fire. Nanke's black hair fluttered, her petite body hung quietly between the two groups of fire, which was extremely small in comparison, but it gave a feeling that she had formed an intractable connection with the golden-winged Dapeng bird In other words, she is now the spirit of Golden-winged Dapeng.
Between the gleaming golden lights, an unimaginable horror pressure fell on the grassland, and a hurricane followed. Even the most violent winds in the South China Sea could not have so many, and the broken grass scraps danced wildly. Anxious, the sewage on the ground was shattered by the earthquake, and no monster could stand still, and fell to the ground one after another. The thousands of residual swords in the air around the tomb were blown and undulated, just like in the weeping Countless ships may be engulfed by huge waves at any time.
Accompanied by an indifferent and proud whistle, Jinwing Dapeng fanned his wings and accelerated towards the mausoleum, giving the impression that the sky was about to press against the tomb. The golden light at the edges of the wings spread and then reunited, as if The jumping flame seemed to be coming alive, so the whole grassland began to burn, and no matter it was blood or water, it began to produce a blazing flame.
On the burning grassland is a black ocean made up of countless monsters. This black ocean is also burning and turned into a sea of ​​fire. Whether it is a high-level monster or a grassland-grown vole, they stand in the sea of ​​fire with awe and awe. Devotedly looked at the wings in the sky that crossed hundreds of miles, and gave a nearly crazy roar.
As Golden-winged Dapeng approached, the burning grassland became bright, and the mausoleum in the middle of the grassland became darker. Ten thousand residual swords fought desperately to resist the wind caused by the two giant wings, and flew to Right in front of the mausoleum.
Thousands of remnants of dense swords form a semi-circular sword array in front of the tomb. Chen Changsheng stood in the middle of the magnificent sword array, which was extremely small in comparison, but he was the spirit of this sword array. He was still holding a yellow paper umbrella in his left hand, and did not withdraw that sword intention from Wan Dao residual sword, because he was very clear that after those violent battles with the beast tide, many of those swords were almost unable to Support, if he withdraws the sword from the mountain at this time, there is no need for Golden Wing Dapeng to do anything, and those swords will die out.
All he can use now is the sword meaning of Long Yinjian, but the time has passed for hundreds of years. Is the sword meaning of this sword strong enough? Looking at the approaching Jinwing Dapeng, he silently felt the pride and kindness in the Dragon Sword. Yes, it was a sense of pride that made him familiar and even kind, as if this is what he should have innately.
This inexplicable kindness caused his heart to shake violently, just like every time he folded a sleeve and fell ill, his heart beat instantly doubled in speed, and the speed of Zhenyuan running in the meridians became faster. Countless times, his hand holding the hilt kept shaking, and the shaking was getting stronger and stronger, so that the whole person shivered.
Even the snowfield in his body trembled.
The thick snow that this snowfield once carried was the result of hundreds of nights of hard work since he was determined by the National Academy of Education. It is the most condensed star. It has been used in the dynasty trials and dozens of battles. After several burnouts, there is still a shallow layer left.
Shallow snow Yi Song, with the vibration from outside, the flakes shook away from the wilderness, thrown into the air, met with the light refracted by the spherical lake water, a violent sound began to burn fiercely. Xinghui snow scraps instantly burned into clear water, turned into water mist, transformed into the purest true element, filled his body, and then flowed forward along those meridians that dried up or even broken like a cliff, and kept advancing... …For Chen Changsheng, this was a very painful process, but he didn’t make a snorting sound, but stared at the golden-winged Dapeng who was getting closer and closer to the mausoleum, and continued to persevere, letting those vibrations continue to burn the snowfield, Zhenyuan Continue to move forward in the body.
At a certain moment, the true element finally came to his wrist, the vibration from the heart met the vibration at the hilt, and then merged into one, becoming an indescribable war intention!
The Longyin sword is dead, and the sword is not as good as it was in the past, but the fighting intent is especially good!
With this proud and stubborn sword intention, Chen Changsheng held the dragon yin sword and spurred toward the gold-winged Dapeng in the sky!
A long, clear and unclear Long Yin sounded on the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum!
An extremely magnificent and bright sword light, with a nearly real dragon breath, broke the distance of tens of miles and came into the sky, slashing between the two god-like eyes of Jinwing Dapeng!
Nanke is there...
Compared with the sword light of this Dragon Yinjian, she is so small, just a small black spot. But her expression remained unchanged, and she extended a finger to the extremely bright sword light.
Through the connection of Soulwood, she is already one with Golden Wing Dapeng. She is the golden-winged Dapeng, possessing the strength and spiritual height of the sacred realm.
She only needs one finger to block the sword light of Long Yinjian.
Looking from the grassland and the tomb, a very strange black air mass appeared between Jinwing Dapeng's eyes.
That air mass was at Nanke's fingertips, and that was the result of two great forces hedging.
At the next moment, the black air mass disappeared instantly, and there were many tiny cracks in the air, which meant that there were signs of disintegration in the real space. At the same time, a huge voice sounded over the grassland as if mine.
The gusty wind came to the ground from a high altitude and then went a thousand miles away. The stubborn grasses in the mausoleum cliff stone were pulled out into the sky and blown to nowhere. Even the moss attached to the bottom of the cliff stone was peeled off, and even the skin on the surface of the cliff stone was a bit crisp. The burning black ocean in the grassland produced a huge tide. Under the eyes of the golden-winged Dapeng's fire-like eyes, at least hundreds of low-level monsters were directly killed by life and life, and dozens of swords were crumbling in the sword array in front of the tomb.
Chen Changsheng didn't hear the thunder in the sky, didn't pay attention to these pictures, and stared at Longyin Jian in his hand, because at the previous moment, there was a very slight sound on Longyin Jian.
That was a broken voice.
Long Yin sword broke, and the upper half of the sword fell into the water in front of him, making a snapping sound.
This sound was light in Chen Changsheng's ear, it was thunder.
A thunder burst on the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum.
In the violent wind, Chen Changsheng's body swept back dozens of feet backwards, and fell heavily on the stone door, the smoke rising slightly.
His face was pale, blood rushed to his throat, but he swallowed it back. He felt all the bones were broken, but stood up again. Although the Dragon Sword has broken, the fighting intention is still there. just……
Even if the fighting intentions are so violent, even if there are thousands of swords to cheer, are they still not the opponents of Golden Wings?
Chen Changsheng looked at Duanjian and noticed that the cut was very neat and smooth, but it didn’t look like a new one. Then he remembered that when he held Longyin Sword earlier, he vaguely saw that Longyin Sword’s sword There was originally a looming line.
Now he realized that the line was a knife mark.
Countless years ago, Chen Xuanba came to Zhou Yuan with this sword and was defeated by Zhou Du
fu's knife. Although he died, he refused to fall. This sword was obviously broken, but he was stubborn. Reluctant to let opponents see. Until countless years later, this proud sword once again faced an equally powerful opponent, and finally could not bear it.
He held the broken sword, silent, slowly, and walked back to the edge of the stone platform again, looking into the dark sky.
The golden-winged Dapeng somehow needs to be fit with Nanke, but it has proved its strength.
Nanke has disappeared, and has truly merged with Dapeng. The two godfires were still holy but violent, and looked coldly at the tiny man in the middle of the tomb, getting closer and closer.
The sky and earth changed color, the clouds rolled, and thousands of lightnings lighted up like snakes on the mausoleum.
The Long Yin sword has been broken. Which sword should he use? Shanhaijian or Zhaijian? Or did Wan Jian come out together?
At this moment, he suddenly felt a heat flow at the tiger's mouth in his right hand.
He hasn’t put down the Dragon Sword yet. This heat comes from the half-length sword body of the Dragon Sword. This is the sword meaning of the Dragon Sword. This proud sword meaning, with reluctance, left the sword of the Dragon Sword. The body is just an instant. Only half of it was still proud and stubborn. The extremely bright Dragon Sword became dim and dull, as if it were dead.
The sword entered Chen Changsheng's body, and then entered the short sword beside his waist.
Although his sword heart is already complete, he has been confined to the realm of the realm, and his sword intention has never been successful. Therefore, only borrowing the sword sword from the mountain through the yellow paper umbrella can control Wan Jian to kill the tide of the beast. It is for this reason that his sword intention and short sword have never been truly integrated, or in other words, this seemingly ordinary short sword thinks that his sword intention is not worthy of himself.
Until this time, Long Yinjian's sword intention came.
The dagger was still in the sheath, but it began to buzz slightly.
Chen Changsheng understood the meaning of Long Yinjian, which is inheritance.
He was sentimental.
Long Yinjian passed the sword intention to the short sword, and then died, but the short sword came to life.
He can only hope that Long Yinjian can continue his life in this way, or pride.
Well, he needs to win.
He gently placed half of the dragon sword on the ground, stood up, and pulled out the handle of the short sword.
As he moved, a sun appeared in front of the main entrance of the tomb.
The sun rises at the mouth of the sheath with the blade of the short sword, illuminating the dark tomb and grassland.
It was countless golden rays of light.
That is a very bright sword.
A strong and unmatched breath followed, and shocked all the life around the tomb.
Quiet.
Long Yinjian's sword intention and short sword blended together perfectly, just like Chen Changsheng felt before holding the sword, as if he should be together by nature, but this is not enough.
The soul of this sword has not yet awakened.
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(In the original idea, I should have finished this paragraph directly, but I said yesterday that there are more things at home recently, and I don’t know why it is so cold today. I suspect that it is a cold, so I would like to trouble you to wait another day, tomorrow Win or lose points, just leave.)
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