"Wind Flower Snow Moon, it seems that the Wind Sword was sealed after it was forged back then, but the Flower Sword seems to have been the owner before!"

Fang Li muttered quietly, and also thought that the owner of the Wind Sword back then was the young man in front of him, and it seemed that he was still a young emperor. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The young man sitting high on the dragon chair looked at Fang Li in the distance with an indifferent face, the heavy momentum was in essence, even Fang Li, who was standing in the distance, could clearly feel the kind of power that was completely cultivated naturally by being in a high position all year round.

Silently operating his spiritual power, the sword intent of Shanhe Yongzhen completely wrapped Fang Li, completely blocking the terrifying power. At this time, Fang Li had a chance to take a good look at the emperor sitting on the high place.

I saw that the emperor was very young, estimated to be only in his twenties according to his appearance, and his robe was not bright yellow, but black as the base, embroidered with countless strange-shaped flowers, although it made people a little uncomfortable, but it matched the sword very well. A golden crown of pearls hanging from his head gave the young face a lot more majesty.

As for his real age, although Fang Li is uncertain, it is generally estimated that his age before his death should not be large, as for the natural increase in age after death, it is already immeasurable, anyway, judging from the mottled bluestone tables and chairs below, it is at least thousands of years old.

But what shocked Fang Li was that even though he had been dead for a thousand years, the young emperor's body did not have the slightest trace of decay, and it even looked not much different from ordinary people from a distance, but it lacked a little ordinary red. Maybe it's been too long since I've been dead, or maybe it's because there's no sunlight here all year round, and that handsome face has a terrifying paleness.

......

While Fang Li was observing the other party, the emperor who was sitting above opened his mouth in Fang Li's shocked eyes.

"Rebels, don't kneel yet!"

A hearty angry shout made those beating lights tilt slightly, but Fang Li, who was facing Fang Li's eyes, was not the slightest bit afraid.

In Fang Li's heart, there was only sorrow, as if he was merciful for what happened to the young emperor.

Although he spoke, Fang Li knew very well that the other party was still a dead man and had not been resurrected. Moreover, in the scanning of his divine sense, Fang Li already knew that the other party's heart had already stopped beating, and there was no trace of divine soul activity in the Mud Pill Palace. This was nothing more than a corpse, standing here with a force that even Fang Li couldn't explain, speaking to himself.

"Could it be that the legendary will is not true?"

Thinking about it, Fang Li can only summarize this power in this part, the will itself is an unreasonable thing, and the weak will has no effect at all, but if this will is strong enough, let alone interfering with reality, it can even change all the rules that can be thought of, and let the heavens and the earth operate with themselves as the center in a single thought.

"Although your empire has perished, as the king of the fallen country, you have not let your dignity and the glory of your country also fall into hell, I admire you!"

Fang Li said to the young emperor who was sitting above, and at the same time, Fang Li also knew very well that this emperor actually didn't have much cultivation, and it was likely that he was not even as good as himself when he was at the peak of his life, but he had continued to grow over the years, and his sword path in hand-to-hand combat was too strong.

"Countless years of reincarnation, maybe you have long forgotten who you are, but the obsession left behind is still here, I will help you get rid of it today!"

Raising the wind sword in his hand, the sadness in the wind sword had disappeared in an instant, but it seemed that he felt excited because he could compete with his brother.

"Your Majesty! I challenge you! With the sword in your hand, you decide the fate of the emperor! If you win, the country will survive, and if you lose, the country will be destroyed, and you ...... Rest in peace!"

The long sword in his hand pointed directly at the emperor who seemed to be standing in the clouds, and at this moment it seemed like the people who rose up to resist with their long swords in their hands to face the high Son of Heaven, challenging the heavens in the name of man!

"Hahahaha......"

As if he had heard some joke, the emperor, who was already unconscious, burst out laughing, rubbing the golden dragon chair with the sword in his hand, and stood up in the midst of a grinding sound.

"You dare to challenge the Son of Heaven with the body of a pariah, and you dare to gamble with the fortunes of the country!"

At a glance, the momentum of the young emperor's body was rising, and the lights around him were beating violently, as if they would be extinguished in the next moment, and the sound of the dragon's groan was accompanied in the void, and the sword was bright!

Zheng!

Unlike the emperor who only had a little obsession left, the sword was not harmed, and at the moment when the battle intent of the two of them rose, both the sword and the wind sword emitted a burst of sword roars at the same time. In the previous battle, both swords were sad because of each other's presence in the enemy, but now both swords seem to feel it, in fact, everything is already predestined.

That is, after today's fight, no matter who wins or loses, the two swords will stand together again, and this fight will be the last time the two sides meet.

As a sword, just like a human arm, the sword will follow its master in battle, and the opponents will be endless, strong or weak, but as long as the sword is not broken, then he will see these enemies one by one. But just like a boxer, the arm will follow him to defeat one strong opponent after another, but for an opponent he has met before, and an opponent who has always been on par with him, is his other arm!

Bell, bell......

A series of sounds of the collision of two swords came, and the light of metal collision flickered non-stop, and the entire hall seemed to be filled with flashing lights. Fang Li knew that the current young emperor no longer had the possibility of using supernatural powers, some only had the most basic swordsmanship moves, and Fang Li was also stubborn and did not apply supernatural powers, only using melee combat to compete with the other party, the wind sword stabbed, picked, cut, chopped, dialed, all kinds of moves flowed out in his hand, the extremely hard wind sword seemed to have lost its rigidity in Fang Li's hands, it seemed that no matter where Fang Li handed the long sword, the sword blade would always point at the other party.

Although the opponent's cultivation is nothing, it does not mean that its strength is not strong, in this battle, Fang Li can be said to have exhausted his magical means, whether it is strength or body sword moves, or sword intent divine sense, it has been urged to the limit, but even so, Fang Li did not occupy a slight advantage, and was even suppressed to the disadvantage.

The power of the long sword in the young emperor's hand was not great, and the speed was not as fast as Fang Li's, but what made Fang Li puzzled was that no matter how much he increased his strength, he couldn't pick the opponent's long sword away, and no matter how he accelerated his speed, he couldn't catch up with the opponent's long sword.

The sword seems to have an inexplicable magic power in the opponent's hand, it seems to be fluttering, but it contains a powerful power, it looks like it is swallowing slowly, but it can always be in front of the other party.

"Sure enough, you are worthy of being a generation of kings, and you are really worthy of being recognized by the foil, it turns out that you also have sword intent!"

(To be continued.) )