Chapter 2: Five thousand years under the Excalibur

"Your way, stop here!"
Lingdao’s killing all the way has already alarmed the high-rise of the Ziwei Holy Land. This peerless power is the eternal elder of the Ziwei Holy Land, living in the ninth heaven. Although Lingdao is a genius of kendo, it is too young after all.
If it is enough time for Lingdao to grow up, perhaps Violet Promise is not its opponent. But now Lingdao, Purple Promise simply did not put him in the eye. The actions of the previous Lingdao have already made the high-rise of the Ziwei Holy Land furious, so the purple promise came in person.
"You are really strong, but since I dare to smash the sacred place, I have no intention of going back alive!"
The realm of purple promise is definitely much higher than that of Lingdao. This purple is infinitely clear, and Lingdao is equally clear. However, Ling Dao is not only not afraid, but is war-torn, full of black hair dancing, the sword in his hand is more excited and scorned.
"clank!"
The long sword danced, millions of swords, and it was drowned in an instant. In the twinkling of an eye, Lingdao has pierced thousands of swords, and the rich sword light seems to turn into a silver moon, illuminating the entire battlefield.
His eyes are very deep, and at this moment, he has entered a mysterious realm. In front of his eyes, there is nothing else, only the sword in his hand. Each of his swords is skillful, seemingly simple, but it seems to be complicated to the extreme, quite contradictory.
"This kid, a good kendo talent!"
As an elder of the Ziwei Holy Land, Ziwei has seen many geniuses. It is extremely rare to be such a high kendo talent. Unfortunately, Ling Dao is his enemy, so high talent is not a good thing.
"Your sword is too weak to hurt this elder!"
Purple promise full of purple long hair swaying, he slowly raised his right hand, the index finger and the slammed the long sword of Lingdao. Lingdao's sword is extremely fast, but unfortunately due to the gap in the realm, in the face of the purple endless, it is nothing.
Only the index finger and the are holding the long sword in Lingdao. No matter how Lingdao waves his sword, he can't get rid of the of Purple Promise. The gap between them is too big, and it is not at all a level.
"Sword, broken!"
In the mouth of the purple promise, two words were spit out coldly. Then, the long sword of Lingdao sent out a whine and broke into two. Purple Wuji did not care to throw away the tip of the sword in his hand. Lingdao’s hand was a broken sword.
"Your sword has broken, what else do you fight with this elder?"
In the face of absolute power, the so-called kendo talent has no effect at all. Purple Promise wants to kill the road, it is not difficult. However, before killing Lingdao, he has more important things to do.
"I still have a broken sword, and I can shoot a sword!"
"Ling Ling three!"
Even if it is only a broken sword, Lingdao still displays the swordsmanship of Lingjia. Broken swords do not have a sword tip, but the blade can also kill the enemy. The three types of Ling Xiao, who are displayed, are naturally very skilled, and the three styles are out. The momentum of Ling Dao has changed.
The sword is a broken sword, but the combat power of Lingdao has not only weakened, but has been strengthened. Among the purple eyes, there is a flash of killing. Such a kendo genius must be removed, otherwise it will definitely bring a greater disaster to the Ziwei Holy Land.
"Worm the worms and dare to offer ugliness?"
This time, the purple promise was extended to the right hand, and suddenly grabbed the broken sword of Lingdao. No matter what swordsmanship Lingdao casts, it is useless in front of him. He grabbed the sword and died, and then he laughed.
"What if you crushed your sword?"
"咔嚓咔嚓"
The broken sword is turned into pieces, even the hilt. In the hands of Ling Dao, there is no sword. Purple is so good that I look at Lingdao with a sly look, but I want to see how Lingdao can cope.
"Unfortunately, I still can't have a sword in my heart without a sword. It seems that I can only fight!"
Even without the sword, Lingdao still does not compromise, he still has hands. Lingdao did not say anything, it was to wave his fists and hit the purple endless. He made the sword not a purple endless opponent, and now it is not a purple endless opponent.
The next moment, Purple Promise is to seize the hands of Lingdao, even the sword can not hurt him, let alone Lingdao's double fist. Lingdao snorted, it seems that today is really difficult to escape, but anyway, has killed so many Ziwei Shengdi strong, value!
"I will hand over the wild singer, and the elders will not let you die, otherwise you will not die!"
The Ziwei Holy Land has dealt with Lingdao many times, because Lingdao has gotten quite ridiculous. However, only Lingdao himself is clear, and it is quite ridiculous that Xian Jin is simply unable to cultivate. This practice is in his mind, but he can only see the five ancient characters of the wild, and the other content is blank.
"If you want to kill, you will kill so many nonsense? If you want to practice, there is no door!"
Lingdao is extremely bachelor, but before he came to the Ziwei Holy Land, he was ready to die. After all, with his current strength, it is impossible to sweep the entire Ziwei Holy Land.
"No need to talk nonsense with him, hand it to this seat!"
Just as Violet is ready to use his means, there is a majestic voice in his mind. Purple nodded nodded, and after slamming Lingdao, he left here. Just when Lingdao was wondering, the loud voice sounded up.
"Lingdao, you have committed a great disaster, even if it is dead, it is difficult to redeem! Today, this seat will suppress you under the Excalibur Mountain, the sentence is five thousand years!"
Immediately afterwards, Ling Dao felt the change of sight in front of him. He appeared in a barren hill. Soon, it was dark, and when Lingdao looked up, he saw a huge sword that had been crushed.
The Excalibur passed through the sky and grew up, and soon it was turned into a mountain. Lingdao only felt that a force had trapped him and prevented him from moving. Soon, the Excalibur Mountain fell, and he was crushed to the bottom of the mountain.
"Shenjianshan will overflow countless swords and erode your body. Under the Shenjian Mountain, you will suffer and you will die. If you don't hand over the wild, you will stay in the sword." Let's go down the hill!"
Ling Dao also felt it, and he sneaked into his body. As the sword is getting more and more, on his forehead, there is a cold sweat. The body seems to be being cut continuously, and the severe pain makes the Lingdao brow wrinkle.
"I want to hand over my wild singer? Dream! Don't say it is five thousand years, even if it is 50,000 years, I will not give it!"