Vol 4 Chapter 123: Bright goddess aria (below)

Suddenly, in the fierce roar, the roof of the auction hall was suddenly broken, and a splendid golden light column fell from the sky. This light column looks so soft, even the incandescent color released by Long Haochen is no longer so glaring because of its appearance. Around the light, there is even a little angel that is about the size of Yafeng, but it is very illusory, rotating around the light column.
However, in this soft light, everyone feels the inviolable majesty.
Goddess of Light, what is he talking about the goddess of light? Divine power?
"Ding,
In the crisp cracking sound, a crack first appears in the hilt held by the dragon's morning, and the crack spreads rapidly, pointing to the round gem at the tip of the sword.
"Oh, all the black, in a flash, completely turned into fly ash, next to the cockroach, the beaded tip of the bead blooms omnipotent, greedy, and even crazy to absorb all the light elements in the air.
Yes, it woke up, and after a hundred years of dusting, it finally woke up from sleep. The pillar of light descending from the sky gradually converges, but the light of that moment becomes more and more intense.
The original black sword has become an ethereal and transparent gold, and the dull cloud pattern is like a real cloud at this time, but this handle is like a dragon running through the clouds.
The bead at the tip of the point is like a live turn. It is on the top of the dragon's high ceiling overlooking the beings. There is still no sword front and no sharp point. But in this case, the gods are engraved, but they exude six feet. In the midst of the engraving, there is no sharpness, but it seems to be invincible.
Jinguang slowly converges, at least the golden light released by Long Haochen itself is converging.
Some of his loved ones looked at the original sword, and his heart was full of love. He can clearly feel that no matter how strong the light attribute of his own light, this epee can easily withstand it. The word is provided by the of the throne, Yuer. Especially the one of the Lingzhu at the tip of the eagle, between the brilliance and the brilliance, even the goddess of light that he had ignited before had received a lot.
Legend, even if it is lost, this sword is still a legendary sword, and it is the legendary peak. It can be imagined how powerful it was when it was in the strongest form.
"Miss Weiyang, can you tell me the name of the house now?"
The night was not obsessed with the halo of God's shaving, and she heard nothing about the sound of Long Haochen, but she was still awake at the reminder of Feng Linger.
"Of course. Its name is: Bright Goddess Aria. My mysterious ancestor is the owner of the Temple of the Warriors two hundred years ago, and the night of the Light Sword God is not hurt."
When she said the seven words of the goddess of light, the night did not know that her biggest secret could no longer be concealed. Because the name of this sacred is really too big.
The goddess of light, the aria, is known as an artifact not an artifact. Two hundred years ago, the Knights' Templar had two gods and knights who were recognized by the God of Thrones. However, among the six great temples of the generation, the number one melee strongman was not one of the two because, in the warrior There is also a stronger presence in the temple than they are. This person is the light to the night without harm.
Nothing hurts from the night, I love to use the sword. From the age of three, I will have a sword to sleep every night. At the age of six, he began to learn. At the age of nine, he entered the spirit and exploded in spirit, which directly reached the strength of the third-order warrior. At the age of eleven, the warrior, when he was sixteen years old, had already broken through the sixth order and became a war lord. This record has not been broken in the Warrior Temple.
The twenty-nine-year-old night is harmless. He broke through the peak at less than 30 years old and entered the ninth stage, becoming the youngest of war in the history of the Warrior Temple.
At the age of forty-seven years in the night, the demon gods led the southeast fortress where the Mozu army attacked the temple. Sitting in the southeast fortress, the light-cut night is unharmed and personally shot, and the war with the Mozu one day and one night, with one's own strength in the southeast fortress battlefield even the devil's seven devils.
Even the arrogant demon gods are moving, saying that the night is harmless for thousands of years, the first nose of the Temple League.
In the end, the demon emperor took the initiative to retreat, giving the night no damage for three days of rest, three days later, before the southeast fortress, the bright and shady night did not hurt the war demon. This battle lasted for one day and one night. In the end, the night was harmless and fell under the devil's iron fist.
But his last blow also hurt the devil.
That battle, earth-shattering. In the end, the winner of the demon god, although he died in battle but still stood up for no regrets, led the Mozu army to withdraw. Since then, the Centennial Demon Emperor has never appeared in the battlefield with the Temple.
A generation of engravings has made an epic legend.
In the last battle, there was no need to challenge the demon gods in the night, because the Temple Alliance reinforcements had arrived, and the six great temples gathered together. Even if the Mozu is fully attacked, it may not be able to get the Southeast Fortress.
However, there is no harm in the night, and the single person is alone. The original words are: ... Human beings want to defeat the Mozu, they must first defeat themselves. I would like to look at the devil, for the sake of human dignity. war.

The night brings no harm to the glory of the Warrior's Temple, just like the Son of the Reincarnation gives the Assassin's Temple. To this day, in the middle of the hall of the Great Hall of the Warrior, there is also a statue of a bright shame that is as high as ten meters. The top of the statue is hovering high, four characters: the millennium moment.
The goddess of light arias this sacred sword, but it is built by the night without injury.
No injury at night, the only special word.
At the age of three, he held the sword that fell asleep, and he used to burn the six-step when he was sixteen. He melted the five handles into a furnace, constantly tempered with the body and mind, and blended with the spirit. Let it drink the blood of the demon, and receive the essence of the sun and the moon. Huabai and metal in Fengrui, for 30 years, eventually became this sword.
On the day of the sword, the goddess of light is coming, and there is a bead of the sword. In the end, it is now named: Bright Goddess Aria.
It is with this sword that the light and the night are not hurt, even the seven devils, the hard devil.
It is a pity that this has been smelted into only one year, and it has fallen together without injury. On that day, the southeastern fortress was crying all over the city. The generation of the Temple Alliance leader sighed and wept, personally in the Assassin's Temple: the millennium.
Therefore, when Long Haochen heard the seven words of Guangming Goddess aria, he was shocked and imaginary. He never imagined that it was this legendary in his own hands. engraved. Even if only the body is left by the gods, its meaning is still significant.
Falling across the front, Long Haochen gently stroked the slashing blade of the slashing blade, and his mood also swayed, as if he had gone to the battlefield once, accompanied by the light and the night without a wound.
Under his stroking, the goddess of light, the aria of the goddess of light, gave a slight hum of joy, and seemed to be excited about rebirth.
Holding the sword in both hands, Long Haochen handed it to the front of the night, "Miss Weiyang, please collect the gods."
I haven't taken it at night, but I looked at Long Haochen with a gaze. "You don't have enough gold coins to owe it first. If I said it, it must be counted. You let the gods reappear and you are the new master."

Long Haochen shook his head silently. "No. Using money to measure this sacred moment is a shackle to it. I just hope that it can reproduce the light. This sacred meaning is significant, and it can no longer be used with precious words. Describe it. It should belong to you, or the Warrior Temple."
The night was sighed. "Do you think that anyone else can afford this sword? You are already the new master when you untie it. The sword is spiritual, even the sword. The soul is not there, and it is by no means the use of this ordinary folk. You see."
As she spoke, she lifted her slender hand and gently leaned over. Just as her fingers touched the moment, a strong humming sounded, and the night was not just the hand being bounced, the whole person was pushed away by a rich light attribute energy.
Long Hao morning stayed, "God has a spirit, it is really a engraved!" The hand holding the handle can not help but tighten, how can he not like this handle? What makes his body and mind more shocking is the spirit of light and engraving attached to this sword.
Looking at the bright goddess aria in the night, whispered: "Can you tell me your name?"
Long Haochen nodded silently. "My name is Long Haochen. I will be the head of the No. 21 Hunting Magic." His voice is bound by spiritual power, and only the night can be heard.
The night did not point to the back, "Hurry and leave. If there is a chance, I will go to the well meeting."
Yes, Long Haochen has to go, the birth of the goddess of light, the enthusiasm of the auctioneers who participated in this auction has become crazy, after a short sluggish, the entire auction site situation has become somewhat confusing.
A VIP room door has been opened, and some of them have come out, all looking at the gods in the hands of Long Haochen. Some people even reported the price of astronomical figures directly.
In the morning of Long Haochen, I want to put away the sigh of the goddess of light, and the word is provided by the of the throne, Yuer. When I left here, my mind was moved, my golden light shone, and the sword was turned into a golden light dissolved in his right hand. The next fried, Long Hao morning flashed, has been out of the back door out of the auction hall.
The bidders did not do it, especially those in the VIP room, one of the strong ones stepped out of the auction floor, and the tyrannical momentum made the entire auction house sizzling.
However, he had not waited for him to speak. Suddenly, a horrible violent pressure suddenly came from all directions. The strongman who was on the auction stage was already an eighth-order repair, but in the face of this pressure, he changed his face and jumped off the stage as soon as he jumped.
The low voice sounded through the audience. "Who wants to challenge the majesty of the alliance? This is a place for fair bidding, not a place to win. Today's auction is over, you can leave. There is another incitement. "To be continued" [word provided by the Qihang update group Yuxi Xianxian]. If you like this work, you are welcome to come - floating astronomy - vote for referrals, monthly tickets, your support, is my greatest motivation.