In the Huangquan Temple, there was a dead silence. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The main hall collapsed, and even what was left before was completely destroyed by the fierce battle just now.

Huiyi's body fell to the ground, surrounded by a deep pit, and blood continued to flow out, even gradually forming a pool of blood under his corpse. Around, whether it was the teachers of the Huangquan Temple or those ordinary disciples, one by one, they didn't even dare to make a big exhalation.

On this day, it is destined to be the shame of the Huangquan Temple!

The young man who collapsed the Imperial Fist Hall killed the strongest Huiyi teacher in the Imperial Fist Temple with a single sword. There was a cold light on the corner of his mouth, obviously without a trace of killing intent, but his eyes were so deep that no one dared to look at him.

This scene was frozen for a long time, and even imprinted into the depths of the memories of everyone in the Huangquan Temple.

It is conceivable that perhaps the Huangquan Temple will still stand on this land, and the word "Huangquan" will still be their pride, and it is the existence that the world reveres and fears. But, after all, there is still such a person, just that person, who broke the backbone of the entire Huangquan Temple!

Weakness, paleness.

broke one of Dala Teacher's arms with a knife, and then brazenly killed the blood monk Huiyi in the duel. How can they deal with such an enemy?

Long.

The white-haired Brafan let out a long sigh, and his whole body was drained. He looked at Haruma in a hoarse voice and said, "Come with me!" I'll give you what you want! ”

"Bra?!"

"Teacher!" Everyone was furious, especially the young disciples, all of whom were flushed.

Bra turned around and looked at them calmly.

"Can you beat him? Even if you can defeat him, how sure are you of killing him? ”

"I ....." They were silent, with grief and indignation in their eyes, but they did not say anything to stop them.

Judging from the battle just now, they may not be able to do it if they are all on it.

And even if it succeeds and the enemy is killed, it is conceivable that the Imperial Fist Temple will be greatly damaged. At that time, in this stormy era, will the Huangquan Temple still be able to keep its inheritance?

Looking at the whole beheading sister, with the power of human beings, there are many who can compare to the emperor's envoys, in addition to the disciples of the Huangquan Temple?

At that time, what the Huangquan Temple will face will not be a simple person, but a group of hungry wolves! Imperial? Will they care about something that has no use value?

Don't be kidding, isn't the reason why the Imperial Fist Temple can still be preserved is because the strength of the Imperial Fist Temple is strong enough? Isn't it just because Huiyi and General Bude had a 'tie'? Why did the four Rakshasas of this generation go to become the private executioners of Minister Onester? Isn't it because the Imperial Fist Temple gave the minister a bargaining chip in order to continue his existence?

Huangquan Temple, there is arrogance, and there is arrogance. But to say that it is bad to the root, unfortunately, there is none.

Everything, just because, they are not strong enough!

Therefore, neither Bula nor any other teacher is going to fight.

The other party just said that he wanted this inheritance, and he didn't plan to exterminate the Huangquan Temple.

"Come with me!" Bra took a deep look at Harita, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes as he swept over Hye-yi's corpse.

The strong are respected, and the Huangquan Temple loses!

………

On the mountain road leading to the back mountain.

Bra walked ahead, followed by Haruta and Daishiro.

"Inheritance, in the mountains?" Harita asked a little confused.

Could it be that the so-called inheritance is the imprint of divine consciousness left by that kind of power? Or is it a weird mental space? After reading too many fantasy novels, he couldn't help but think wildly.

Bra paused, shook his head, and nodded again.

Haruma was puzzled.

"Well, there are two copies of the inheritance of the Imperial Fist Temple, and one of them has been destroyed by you ..... in the main hall. As for the second place, it is in the back mountain where Huiyi lives. Bra said.

Haruta touched her nose in embarrassment.

"It's coming soon, follow me!" Bradau, continue walking.

A moment later.

The two came to a cemetery, and in the corner, there were several huts. One of the huts looked strangely like it had been blasted, with debris scattered all over the floor.

"What's going on?" Brafan was puzzled and strangely feared.

Haruta ignored him, her eyes sweeping over the cabin. Just now, a throbbing feeling suddenly appeared in Haruma's heart.

Afraid? Fear?

No!

It's exciting!

It's like reuniting with an old friend I haven't seen for years.,It's like suddenly meeting a girl you've liked for a long time!

There's something inside!

Poof-! Poof-!

My heart was racing, my body was trembling, my blood was pumping.

"This is the core secret of the Imperial Fist! There are two copies of the whole temple, and we will copy one for you at that time. Bra was holding a package, a hint of happiness on his face, and a hint of unresolved doubt.

How could Teacher Huiyi's house suddenly burst open?

Could it be that some dangerous species has broken into here?

Harita nodded slightly, not objecting to the proposal. He didn't even look at the cheats, and walked straight towards the exploding hut.

"You-!" Bra opened his mouth and didn't say anything.

Stepping through the ruins, Harita's eyes suddenly fell on a stone platform. There, there was a black knife, the tip of which sank straight into the stone platform.

The traditional katana appearance, which is a product of the localization of the Tang sword in Japan, has a black blade that is one meter and five long, which is a little strange. Haruma's eyes suddenly lit up, and she reached out and shook it.

Rumble-!

An indescribable sensation explodes in the brain and then quickly sweeps through the body.

Trembling, trembling with excitement.

This is an imperial tool!

Naturally, Haruta knew the identity and usage of this knife.

One of the Thirty-Six Emperors!

Zheng-!

The moment he pulled out the knife, a terrifying wave erupted from Haruma's body, and then, in Bra's stunned eyes, Haruta burst into the sky.

In mid-air, Harita held a black knife in her hand, her eyes condensed.

Suddenly.

He swung his knife at a hill in front of him.

Shout-!

An invisible sword light pierced the sky, and after the rumbling sound in Bra Fan's slightly dull eyes, the hill had already collapsed a little by half.

"Hahaha-!" At this moment, the excitement in Haruma's heart was indescribable.

He hit the ground and rushed to Bra, with some eagerness on his face, and spoke in an inviolable tone.

"Tell me about this knife!"

Bra swallowed his saliva and looked at Haruta with some fear. He could see that Qingtai, who had obtained this imperial tool, had definitely strengthened his strength again!

No, how can there be such a monster in the world!

He lamented in his heart. Some of the original careful thoughts that could not be put on the table were also restrained by him.

Huangquan Temple, admit it!

"This imperial tool, this knife, is a waste knife!" As soon as Bra spoke, Haruta was stunned.

Scrap knives?

Could it be that the knife he made just now was just an illusion?

"Well, it can't be said to be a waste knife. It is rumored that this sword is the imperial sword that the Founding Emperor specially ordered someone to create for himself! But for some reason, no one can match it. Later, it was given to us Huangquan Temple! ”

Haruta nodded slightly.

Phase?

But it's very strange, this black knife is different from Huiyi's ring knife, this knife has no spirit!

This is a very strange thing, because the sword is so powerful that it should be able to give birth to evil spirits! But think about the emperor in the original book, the weapon-type emperor seems to have no spirit.

With a little regret in her heart, Hata asked.

"What's the name of this knife?"

"Nope."

"What?"

"Because it was built for the Emperor, the craftsman at that time named it the Emperor Sword, but then the Emperor had a change that had to match the user, and the match was never found, so the name was abolished. Even in the rumors about the emperor, there should be no such thing as this knife. Bra said.

Harita nodded in understanding.

The so-called emperor, because it is similar to the existence of the imperial person, must match it. And what the Founding Emperor wanted to build, how could it be such a weapon?

Pushing others by herself, Harita feels that what the Founding Emperor wants to build should be the kind of weapon that can be manipulated at will regardless of the user! And not this kind of thing that you don't even know if you can find the owner!

If you can't even use something you make yourself, you're still playing with eggs?

Or, a thousand years ago, the empire at that time had the means to manipulate the imperial tools at will!

But in short, this knife is now his!

Carefully looking at the swarthy, cold-glowing blade, Harita muttered softly.

"The black blade, let's call you the underworld."