Chapter Two Thousand and Seven: The Scabbard

"Why, why is he so stupid?"

Yaochi Ancestor was just a fan of the authorities before, but now he saw clearly and was thinking, and suddenly tears fell like rain, and he said after a long time: "Junior of the human race, what is your name?"

"Boy Ling Feng, I have seen Emperor Yaochi. ”

Ling Feng bowed his hand.

"It's time for my obsession to dissipate. ”

Yaochi Ancestor said: "After passing through the avenue cloud pattern, there is an altar, and the half-cut edge divine sword is there, whether you can get it or not depends on your own chance." ”

Endless loss, the sad voice dissipated little by little.

Ling Feng recovered from the shock, and his heart was slightly sour.

I ask what is the situation in the world!

Thundered--

At this moment, the cloud gate that was blocking everyone dissipated little by little.

"The door is open?"

Everyone present was inexplicably shocked, and then there was a flash of joy in their eyes, and they shot madly towards the world inside the gate.

Ling Feng reacted immediately, and he was not willing to be left behind, so he flew away.

At this moment, all the minds were in the Cutting Edge Divine Sword, and even Yin Yin in the rear was forgotten.

"None of you would have thought of getting Excalibur without me. ”

The little girl got up slowly and pursed her lips.

After passing through the gate transformed by Yunhai Daowen, there was a long corridor at the feet of everyone.

The corridor stretched out, and the sea of fire on both sides was surging, and the temperature was tens of thousands of degrees high.

Fortunately, all of them are all Avatar Tianzun, and the heavenly fire is not invaded, which is enough to resist.

Bearing the heat that was enough to melt all things in heaven and earth, everyone divided into two teams, and went away cautiously with greater vigilance.

Gone tea time. The line of sight in front widened, and an ancient altar appeared under the noses of the two men.

Above the altar stands a statue of a golden man.

The statue was half-kneeling on the ground, though it was dead. But an eternal atmosphere of majesty is still spreading, like overwhelming the mountains and seas. suppressed the crowd and couldn't even breathe.

Ling Feng had some guesses in his heart.

If his inference was correct, this altar should have been transformed by the same furnace where the sword was refined.

And at the moment, this statue man should be the husband of Yaochi Ancestor.

The characters who are the best in the world are under so much pressure, which can be regarded as normal.

Everyone's eyes slowly moved from the man to the altar.

The altar is made of some unknown blood jade, and the surface is engraved with magical lines, and a trace of dark black fire is faintly visible in the groove, wandering away.

Click-

Right now. The statue of the man was alive.

His movements were extremely stiff and slow, and he straightened up little by little, raising his head.

Similarly, with the movement, the patent leather on his body also fell off little by little, and the outline kept changing, revealing his true body.

His real body turned out to be a Cambridge!

That's right, it's the scabbard of the Excalibur.

"Rob!"

I don't know who said a word, but there were more than a dozen god-transforming powerhouses present, including Ling Feng. Immediately flew away, trying to grab the scabbard of the Slashing Excalibur.

Huhuhuhu-

At this moment, the altar seemed to be sealed with a scorching energy that destroyed the world and the earth.

The energy erupted like a volcano. A sword that sealed the sky flew out of it, levitating in front of everyone.

These swords are all half-cut, the sword is half a finger wide, and the fiery red sword body clearly reflects the golden lines.

Faintly, on the blade of the sword, there is also a hint of killing the earth.

This means that it is naturally impossible to describe, only by telepathy, such as when holding a sword in your hand. In the dark, you can sense each other's fate. It can also be easily cut off, mysterious and mysterious.

"Thousands of severed blades. Which one is true?"

The Star Picking Ancestor and a group of bigwigs in the Martial Hall were all dumbfounded.

Because with their ability and sensibility, they found that these thousands of broken slashing edges were magical, and the aura emitted was exactly the same.

"Ling Feng, what should I do next?"

On the night of the sacrifice, Jing Wen, Linglong Immortal Venerable, Le Zhengyu and others all set their eyes on Ling Feng.

Ling Feng already carried the Hour Piece Tongtian Suit on his body, so he should have sensed the real Cutting Edge Broken Blade, right?

"I don't know. ”

Ling Feng said with a wry smile, "Because in my induction, the thousands of broken blades suspended in the void are all real. ”

"How is this possible?"

Le Zhengyu said: "Then your four heavenly suits will always feel something when they encounter the breath of the same origin, isn't this also true?"

"Yes, as I said just now, the four Heavenly Suits have a sense of these Slashing Divine Swords right now. ”

Ling Feng was also completely speechless at the moment.

"These broken blades should all be real, they are transformed by the sword qi of the slash edge itself, as long as they hold the scabbard, it is equivalent to controlling the lifeblood of all the sword blades, they will all be classified into Cambridge like a sea of rivers and fused together. ”

After all, the Star Picking Ancestor has lived a long time, and he deduced the truth at once, his eyes were full of essence, and he couldn't help but lick his lips.

Almost at the same time, those big men in the Martial Hall had already swooped towards the scabbard on the altar.

How could Ling Feng allow his opponent to get the scabbard, just waiting to make a move!

At this moment, the anomaly rose sharply.

Buzz Buzz –

The sword qi of the thousands of slashing divine swords suspended around it vibrated violently, creating a strange resonance with the heaven and earth around the altar.

That look, that situation, as if a group had encountered an invasion of a foreign enemy and rose up to resist.

Suddenly!

A series of peerless blades flew wildly, covering the sky and the sun.

Snort, snort!

Several Martial Hall powerhouses led by the Star Picking Ancestor were suddenly forced by the sword array to retreat in embarrassment.

At this moment, they subconsciously looked down and found that their bodies were covered with bloody wounds.

"Teacher, the wounds that my disciple was cut by these slashing divine swords can't be healed at all. ”

In addition to horror, Bai Shuaizhao's voice was still shocked.

The Avatar Heavenly Venerable is already an immortal and immortal existence.

The healing power of the physical body is also perverted to the limit, and at this moment, the wounds can not be recovered, and this scene makes their hearts panic unconsciously.

Another group of strong men led by Ling Feng next to him were also uneasy.

At present, they are only one step away from obtaining the Slashing Divine Sword, and the sword array composed of thousands of sword blades has undoubtedly stopped their last bit of hope.

"As the master guides these sword formations alone, trying to disrupt them, you take the opportunity to hold the scabbard, and when the time comes, all the broken blades around you will be summed up in the scabbard and fused into a real broken blade. ”

The Star Picking Ancestor pondered for a moment and struck again.

His cultivation had reached the Eight Heavens of Divine Transformation, which was naturally not comparable to the others present.

Under the protection of a layer of protective divine light that was so strong that there was no boundary, the Star Picking Ancestor broke into the sword formation in one step.

(To be continued.) )