At this time, the battle on the ground of the Holy Heaven Pavilion was also nearing its end.

The Cross Flame Array of the Three Holy Lands had brought tremendous damage to the dragon. In a berserk state, the dragon has taken its advantages to the extreme. For a time, Zihan and others were also under double pressure.

Under the impact of Jiaolong again and again, Mei Jinxuan, Shengge, Zihan and Shengqingzi's original injuries became even more serious. In one last combined blow, they fought to defeat the monster to the ground.

The dragon-like beast roared on the ground, and the wounds on its body kept spilling blood. Its eyes had been shattered, and it was glued to it with sticky eye drop, which was particularly terrifying.

Suddenly, a dazzling light burst out from the ground. The light was so dazzling that people had to cover their eyes.

The dragon felt the light and suddenly fell to the ground. It was already seriously injured, and it had no courage to resist in the face of such a bright light.

When the light dissipated, people gradually opened their eyes. When they saw the young man who suddenly appeared on a high place, they thought it was incredible. They kept rubbing their eyes, trying to be sure they were right.

"How could it be him?"

The Holy Ruin frowned! There was a lot of regret between the words, regret that this young man was alive.

"How could it be him?"

Song raised his hand tiredly and rubbed his dirty face, but the smile in the corner of his eye revealed a hint of warmth and joy.

Everyone's mood is different when they see Chu. And there is one that is the most sincere. That's the Emperor!

Emperor Ling got up suddenly, although he was still a little afraid of the dragon lying on the ground, but he still couldn't hold back the joy in his heart. It took off in an instant, and happily pounced on Chu.

"I'm going to you!"

Chu looked at Emperor Ling speechlessly, and the sword in his hand of nearly two meters pointed angrily into the air!

Bang dang!

Then, after a short pause of less than a second, it fell, smashing a large crater into the ground!

"What kind of weapon is this, and why does it give me the feeling of being the only one who looks at the world?"

Mei Jinxuan's plum blossom dagger kept trembling, which made her even more surprised! She naturally knew how she got this plum blossom dagger, but she didn't expect that there would be a weapon that could make it tremble.

The moment Song saw Chu, he suddenly sat on the ground limply like a deflated ball. She was so tired, and she was in agony from the fierce battle she had fought before.

Now that she sees Chu, she feels that she has something to rely on for no reason, so let's relax.

At this time, a small hairpin ring came to the front of the hymn. A happy smile appeared on the face of the song, and his hands took the phoenix hairpin in his hands as if he was holding flowers.

Feng Hai let out a cheerful whisper, and disappeared in a flash, and disappeared from the body that entered the holy song.

The dragon and phoenix ancestral staff in Feng Qingzi's hand was stuck diagonally on the ground, standing beside her to guard the safety of the two. She looked at the weapon in Chu's hand, and then at the dragon and phoenix ancestral staff that gradually fell to the ground.

"Is this the legendary Saint Soldier? If that is the case, then this monster is the guardian of the Saint Soldier. In this way, our efforts have made this boy a success. ”

Little is known about the mysteries of the Holy Land. In terms of what has been learned, I am afraid that few people know more than Shengqingzi.

"Mother-in-law, what kind of holy soldier? Didn't you find that Chu Mou is more handsome than before? This guy has said everything else in the past, but this dress is really not flattering!"

The focus of the anthem is clearly not on the same channel as others. She looked at the tattered clothes on Chu's body, and really felt that there was a big conflict with her own aesthetics.

"Holy soldier, that legendary holy soldier! It is recorded in ancient books such as "Jingshan Sutra" and "Dragon Head Chronicle"! I just didn't expect that such a holy soldier really existed!"

Seiko hid her voice, and her flat tone was transmitted to the ears of those around her. So, the eyes were focused on the holy soldier.

Chu Mou held the holy weapon high, and now people have a more realistic understanding of the appearance of this weapon.

It is a sword that shines brightly. The body of the sword is copper, apparently made of copper. The body of the sword is engraved with the sun, moon and stars on one side, and the mountains, rivers and plants on the other. On the hilt of the sword, there are words on both sides.

I am afraid that people will not be able to see clearly what kind of content these words are from such a distance.

"Hey, Chu, what are the words engraved on the hilt of your sword? Where did you dig out such a rusty iron sword!"

The song slowly got up, the frequency of small broken steps was extremely fast, and it didn't take a few breaths to come to Chu's side.

"These are all ancient scripts, and they are neither oracle bone inscriptions nor hieroglyphs. I suspect there may have been other texts before that. But I do know that. ”

Chu thought about the previous chess game, but found that these words were displayed on the chessboard like pictures. In this way, it is no longer so difficult to recognize.

"What is written?" The song no longer has a fairy spirit, and looks at Chu with curiosity like a little girl next door.

"On the one hand, it is the art of farming and breeding, and on the other hand, it is the policy of unification of the four seas. When I held the hilt of the sword, I felt a sense of strength. It's a mysterious feeling, and I can't tell you what is going on inside. ”

Chu already knew in his heart what kind of sword it was, and it was exactly the same shape as described in the previous book.

"Then what kind of sword is this, how do I feel like the Xuanyuan Sword recorded in the ancient books?" the song pursed his lips, revealing a rare cute look.

"That's right, this is Holy Dao Xuanyuan!" Chu replied.

"The Chronicle of the Eastern Journey of the Guanghuang Emperor" said: "Emperor Xuanyuan picked the bronze sword of the first mountain, and inscribed it with ancient astronomical characters. The emperor collapsed and buried Qiao Mountain, five hundred years later, the landslide, the room was empty, but the sword was in the air. ”

"However, the "Collected Memories" records, 'Kunwu Mountain, under which there is a lot of red gold, the color is like fire. 'I originally thought that this sword should be in Kunlun, but I never thought that it would be in the Holy Heaven Pavilion in the heart of this Shengnong Mountain. ”

Chu looked at the chant on the side and was amused by her cute appearance.

"Yes, so many ancient books record that the sword is missing, but I didn't expect that such a holy soldier really existed in this world. But if the soldiers of the saints are not possessed by the mighty, can you bear them?"

The words of the holy song are true, and it is not that he is unwilling to let Chu hold such a holy soldier.

When the holy soldiers come out, the world is in chaos. Such a weapon is a divine object that can stir up the world, how can it be that ordinary people can control it. It's just that now that this weapon has arrived in Chu's hands, there is nothing that can't be afforded.

The holy ruins in the distance are also well-informed figures. Moreover, there was no meaning to hide in the previous conversation between Chu and others.

"I didn't expect it to be the legendary Xuanyuan Sword! This is the Emperor's Holy Soldier! In the legend, the Holy Soldier Xuanyuan is accompanied by the secret of dominating the world, and those who get this Holy Soldier can win the world. ”

The high-pitched voice of the Holy Ruin spread through the heavens and the earth. Mo said that the people of the various sects beside him, even the people of the Holy Land whose combat strength had been greatly reduced after being injured, could also hear it very clearly.

"This old immortal!

Blood overflowed from the corners of Zi Han's mouth, and the Ziyun Sword in his hand supported his body, and he staggered to his feet.