Chapter 393: Divine Sword

(} Text) Chapter 393 Divine Sword

For hundreds of years of life, even if it is sanctified, it is only a thousand years. People, no matter how powerful you are during your lifetime, you are still only a cup of loess after death. Please use our Pinyin domain name to access us.
Sadly!
Maybe I can live forever, but that ’s what happened after sanctification. For Feng Hao, who is Wu Zong, there is still a long, long road to RpQ.
The ancestors are on, please worship the descendants Feng Hao!
After sorting out his mood and bending down, Feng Hao fell down on his knees, and respectfully stunned his three heads before he raised his head and looked at the bones in front of him, showing sadness.
This is the ancestor of his own style!
Such a peerless figure is actually here, if he didn't come down to the tiankeng himself, he would never know that he still has such an ancestor.
Did it die from the hands of Xuanwu?
At this time, Feng Hao appeared. The chest of the ancestor in front of him seemed to collapse, and his heart was cold, and he looked at the side of the tortoise's body.
The carapace is five or six meters long, two meters wide, and the skeleton is half a meter wide. The total is definitely a monster level!
This Thunder Turtle is at least afraid of being the Emperor Wuhuang.
Turned out to be the same.
Feng Hao sighed.
None of the offspring of the five ancient beasts is provoking.
Huh?
Turning his head, Feng Hao saw that there was a roll of animal skin under his shirt before his ancestors ’knees. After hesitating a little, he picked up the animal skin, unfolded it carefully, and started watching Content on it.
My wind is against the wind, and I am a member of the wind family. I came to this place as a tortoise that is a disaster in the world. I traced it for many days without seeing it. I met a woman and fell in love at first sight, so I became a family. After ten years, the tortoise reappeared. Lost, share the same, sorry! ...
The more you look at it, the more frightened Feng Hao is.
Is there another wind family in this world?
Feng Hao's mood can no longer be calm.
This animal skin records that the ancestor of the Feng family is just a child of the Feng family. He hunted down the beast that escaped from the ancient ruins, and came to the territory of the Kingdom of Xilan. Then he became a family, and later the magnolia city wind Family.
The Thunder Turtle broke through on the occasion of ten years, but after a big war, they all ended up regrettable for life.
From this animal skin, Feng Hao could see the regrets and sadness of the ancestors at that time.
The thirteenth is the syllabary of the wind family. It requires the blood of the wind family to recognize the Lord. The specific realm is not mentioned on the animal skin.
However, when the ancestor of Fengjia was dying, he mentioned that he had input his own energy into the body of the uncle. Therefore, the thirteenth rank of this uncle should be improved.
At least he should be the king of war, right?
Looking at the thirteenth with no emotion, Feng Hao felt it.
The thirteenth prestige can make him remember it freshly. It was only a moment that he restrained himself and possessed the talent of basalt defense. Under his fist, like a dummy, he almost killed his life with one punch. It wasn't the blood that squirted, I was afraid he was already dead under his fist.
Calm and indifferent! Definitely a cold killer!
On the 13th, he does not have his own emotions. He is just a waiter. The specific method of refining Feng Fenghao is not known, but the Feng family in Feng Niu has such ability.
Can you make such a powerful family, is it still an ordinary family?
Feng Hao never thought that his own wind family still had such a big start.
Fortunately, the position inside the ring is enough, Feng Hao gathered the ancestor's bone called Feng Ni, and planned to ask Feng Chen how to deal with it.
After packing, Feng Hao stood up, turned, and saw the rather wide sword inserted in Lei's skull.
This should be the ancestor.
Under the shelter of the thirteenth, Feng Hao walked over and looked at the shining sword in front of him, his heart shaking slightly.
This long sword gave him a different feeling. It seemed that it was not just a simple artifact.
Thinking, Feng Hao reached out his hand, holding the hilt of the sword, and pulled it out hard ...
Didn't move.
Pull harder ...
Still not moving.
what happened?
Feng Hao's heart was stunned. With the strength of just one, hundreds of catties of boulder should also be lifted off, but he couldn't even pull out this long sword. This was really strange, which made him very puzzled.
Hey!
With a thought, the unicorn arm appeared, and the mighty power surged out, able to pull the river.
Give it up!
Holding the hilt of the sword, the wind was so strong that it turned out ...
Still not silky.
how can that be?
With the strength of the unicorn arm, even the gigantic boulder should be overturned, but this long sword is still intact.
\\ u2o1 will not believe it!
Exhaling deeply, a thunderous sound came from Fenghao's body, his eyes widened and he screamed loudly, huh!
After half an hour ...
call! ...call! ...
Feng Hao's face was flushed, sweat was flowing continuously on his cheek, and his chest was undulating. His eyes had been locked on the sword, and his eyes were shocked and incredible.
Within half an hour, he tried countless ways, but he still couldn't pick up the long sword. On the contrary, he was tired enough.
On the thirteenth, you try.
Glancing at the side of the thirteen on the sidelines, Feng Hao called.
Only the owner can use \\ u2o18 弑 神剑 \\ u2o19!
The obedient thirteenth didn't do much. He spit out a dry word.
Only the owner can use it?
Feng Hao was stunned, some discouraged in her heart, some unwilling to ask, can that be?
can!
The hard words spit out of the thirteenth mouth, letting Feng Hao be surprised.
But why ca n’t you afford it?
Blink your eyes, Feng Hao asked again.
He knew that it was impossible to lie on the thirteenth. If he did, then there must be a reason for it.
Requires RpQ master's blood!
Thirteen Hao's bright eyes flashed a light, still dry.
blood?
Glancing at the thirteenth, Feng Hao seemed to understand something. He stretched out a finger and exerted his strength, forcing a few drops of blood to drop on the blade of this long sword.
Just like \\ u2o18 Wu Feng \ u2o19, the blood dripped into the sword body.
Hum! ...
With a buzz, this long sword named \\ u2o18 弑 神剑 \\ u2o19 was slightly shaken, and then a burst of bright light burst, making Feng Hao narrow his eyes.
Huh!
The sacred sword rushed up and hung in the void. The sharp point of the sword pointed at Feng Hao, and without hesitation, he stabbed at his chest. ~
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