Chapter 481: Yue Wang Sword

"Are the other elders here?"

The smoke and cold wind came to the castle and asked the vigilant soldiers.

"Elder Hui, the elders of the Seventy Clans, all of them have arrived, and they are waiting in the Yue Wang Palace!" the soldier was not from the Yan Clan, but he still saluted respectfully and said in worship.

"Hmm!"

Yan Hanfeng nodded, and strode in with Chao Mengrui.

The long corridor, under the illumination of the night pearl, is as bright as day, at the end of the corridor, there is a wide hall, called the Yue Wang Palace!

This hall is the core of the seventy-two clans, faith!

"The Great Elder of the Yan Clan, the Second Elder of the Chao Clan has arrived!"

At the door, there were four ghost soldiers, wearing armor and covering their faces, holding pitch-black swords, motionless, exuding a ghostly aura, like puppets.

There were seventy people in the room, old and young, the old with white eyebrows and kind eyes, full of energy, and the young with serious faces and graceful demeanor;

"Change the ancestors' last wishes and meet the royal family!"

When the smoke and cold wind swept towards Meng Rui and walked into the main hall, everyone stood, saluted respectfully, and bowed deeply.

This scene, if it is seen by outsiders, it will definitely be surprised!

Aren't the seventy-two clans allied with each other, each equal, and there is no distinction between dignity and inferiority?

Why is it that at this time, the Seventy Clans are paying subordinate courtesies to the Yan Clan and the Chao Clan?

"Rise up, everybody!"

Yan Hanfeng walked in front, and under the gaze of everyone, he came to the middle of the hall, stopped in front of a nine-story platform, and then knelt on his knees, his eyes were red, and said bitterly:

"The ancestors, the descendants are incompetent, thousands of years have passed, but they have not been able to revitalize the Yun royal family, and now, they have been defeated by the five clans of the Tianshan Mountains, and they have survived, and even the heirs of the family have not been able to protect them. ”

"At the beginning, the Yun royal family, the full moon hung above their heads, like a god possessed, the stars were splendid, the saint preached, the monarchs and ministers were concentric, driving to fight the world, the Yun royal flag passed, all of them were like broken bamboos, and there was no defeat!"

"The Eastern Continent, or even the Continent of All Nations, no, it is the Wasteland Realm, who doesn't know that the Yue Clan's chariot is the first in the world?"

"The history is vast, the smoke is billowing, and the Yun royal family, which was famous all over the world, didn't even dare to keep the surname!"

"That's it, if you don't mention the past, it's unbearable to look back. ”

"Right now, the orthodox heir of the Yun clan, trapped in Dragon City, begging the ancestors to have mercy, give the Yue Wang Sword, and save the hope of the royal family......"

The atmosphere of grief and indignation permeated the palace of King Yue, and all the clan elders lowered their heads, their faces flushed, as if they were repenting, as if they had no face to see people.

Even the honor of the ancestors cannot be inherited, and the descendants are useless!

The seventy-two clans gather in the Yue Wang Palace every year, but there is no such time as pessimistic as today, and there is a kind of humiliation in everyone's hearts.

"Zheng Zheng~"

The slightest smoke and cold wind of the prayer is effective, the nine-story platform, the light is shining, the red glow is gorgeous, the sword shadows are suspended in mid-air, the sword qi is vertical and horizontal, the cold light is 30,000 miles, the starlight is thousands, and it can break through the nine skies.

At this moment, the smoke and cold wind, Chao Mengrui and other seventy-two people, their faces were overjoyed, respectful and kowtowed, the ancient ceremony, and the glory is now revealed.

At this moment, everyone felt the pressure, and the invisible air was full of vicissitudes and the charm of eternity.

At this moment, inside and outside the Burial Dragon City, all the sword-shaped weapons were "buzzing", facing the east of the city, slightly bending, like worship.

"The descendants of this emperor, the blood of the king's sword, recognize the master!"

"The descendants of this emperor, make a heavenly oath and remember the Yue Emperor Goujian!"

A bronze imperial sword, appeared on the nine-story platform, emitting nine-colored light, an old and majestic voice, echoing in the Yue Wang Palace, deafening, if it was outside, it would definitely be able to reverberate for dozens of miles, but strangely, outside the Yue Wang Palace, there was no sound at all.

The coercion of the artifact did not come out in the slightest!

In the hall, the seventy-two clan elders looked at the Yue Wang Sword with their eyes, and they all flashed with heat, and greed appeared in a few eyes.

Facing an artifact, or the artifact used by the emperor before, who doesn't want to get it.

"Cough, Yue Wang Jian, it's not the orthodox bloodline of the Yun clan, you can't recognize the master!"

For everyone's inner greed, Yan Hanfeng seemed to have expected it, and he was not worried, but said coldly, if he was not sure of this, it would be impossible for him to take out the Yue Wang Sword in front of everyone.

Those who are not Yun's sword wielders, die!

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, everyone was like frosted eggplant, listless.

They all know that those who can use artifacts are only smoky and cold winds, and they are sharp!

The atmosphere is still full of solemnity.

Yue Wang Sword, there is only one!

But now there are two people who can use the Yue Wang Sword, and who gets the Yue Wang Sword has become a concern for everyone.

"Yun Hanfeng, among all people, your cultivation is the highest, the world's treasure, those who have the ability can get it! The royal family's supreme treasure Yue Wang Sword belongs to you! I hope you will live up to my kindness and everyone's trust. ”

After being silent for a while, just as Yan Hanfeng was about to give up, Chao Meng Rui suddenly said, bowed deeply to the Yue Wang Sword, and retreated to the nine-story platform three zhang away.

In his heart, he is like a mirror, and now that the external troubles have not been eliminated, if he hurts each other's feelings because of the Yue Wang Sword, it would be a fool's errand.

Moreover, his cultivation has only reached the late stage of the Half-Saint, while the cultivation of the Smoke and Cold Wind has reached the peak of the Half-Saint, not to mention whether he can grab it, but the fact in front of him is that people with high cultivation can exert more powerful power when they use artifacts.

In this case, he might as well take the initiative to back down and get a good reputation.

"Brother Meng Rui, thank you!"

When Yan Hanfeng heard this, he felt a great sense of gratitude in his heart, bowed to Chao Mengrui, and then walked to the nine-story platform, looking at the ancestor's sword, for a while, he was actually in a trance.

He was a little scared, and he didn't dare to let Yue Wang Jian recognize the master!

The ancestors held the sword of the king of Yue, who could defend the country, fight all over the world, create immortal achievements, and sing for the historians.

Yue Wang Sword is not only a sword, but also a responsibility.

"Please Elder Yan Hanfeng, hold the sword, and lead the seventy-two clans to glory!" At this time, the other seventy-one clan elders all hugged their fists, and their eyes revealed battle intent.

"Ancestor, please bless the younger generations!"

Yan Hanfeng heard everyone's call, whispered to Yue Wang Sword, and then cut his fingers, put a few drops of blood, and dripped on the hilt of the sword, and after the blood was integrated into the hilt, he and Yue Wang Jian had a close connection.

"Out!"

The smoke and cold wind shouted in his heart, and the three-foot Yue Wang sword broke away from the scabbard and fell into his hands, only feeling a powerful force, as if it could destroy the world and the earth, and a powerful momentum swept through the Yue Wang Palace, bunching everyone's clothes and hair, blowing loudly.

"Elder Chuan Ben ordered, tonight, enter the City Lord's Mansion and rescue the heirs of all clans. Yan Hanfeng turned around, pointed his sword at the sky, and shouted in high spirits.

"Yes!"

Under the leadership of Chao Mengrui, everyone received the order.

Originally, they gathered together to take advantage of the five major clans to escape and rescue the heirs who were trapped in Dragon City.

Outside the hall, ghost soldiers gathered......

(End of chapter)