The rain is light.

The column of water that runs through the mountain peak, in an instant, disintegrates.

After Yang Feng got the sword, he took advantage of the gap and broke away from the water column.

Otherwise, the water potential that disintegrated in an instant, God knows how terrifying it is.

Poop!

The Sun Sword fell to the ground, splashing with water.

And Yang Feng relied on the sword qi, a snort of the scorching sun sword on the ground.

When the Sun Sword was started, he only felt that his blood was boiling.

What he couldn't imagine was that the water column was refining the Burning Sun Sword.

The original Sun Sword was extremely rigid and lacked flexibility, and the craftsman deliberately injected scorching heat when casting the sword.

Scorching heat is fire, and water overcomes fire.

The tempering just now synthesized the scorching energy of the Sun Sword itself.

The toughness of the sword was tempered.

A sword is not indestructible, it is the king of the sword, it is just too rigid and easy to break, everything has a limit.

Only rigidity and softness are combined, there is rigidity in the sword, and softness in the sword.

Fang is the best.

"Haha! Good sword."

Yang Feng picked up the Burning Sun Sword and waved it a few times casually, only to feel that the sword aura was majestic.

With a move, the power is more than 100 times stronger than before.

"Now my swordsmanship has reached the peak of the Nine Realms, the first stage of Shen Yun."

Yang Feng realized Shen Yun in advance, and his own swordsmanship has only now stepped into the ninth realm.

"The power of carrying a boat, the power of capsizing a boat!"

This is the third time that Yang Feng has his own understanding of self-created swordsmanship, which is as good as water.

The sword intent saplings in the body also have a tendency to recover.

It must be known that at the beginning of the sword intent seed, when it broke out of the body, the sword intent sapling was in a state of exhaustion.

Now, the sword intent sapling, revived.

Looking at the messy ground, Yang Feng didn't care.

Directly, found one, a dry place, lay down and fell asleep.

The robe on his body had already been soaked by water, torn to pieces by water pressure, but Yang Feng couldn't care about it so much.

It's so tiring.

Early the next morning.

Flying Pigeon Biography.

Yang Feng got up early in the morning to exercise.

The sword was in his hand, and he used it more and more handily.

Two flying swords on his shoulders, like arm commands.

"Yang Shao, after my discussion with Brother Tibet, the enthronement ceremony will be held tomorrow, and I hope that Yang Shao will come."

After reading the content of the letter, Yang Feng stretched his body.

Then he practiced swords, and at the end of the day, he either danced his sword in the wind or absorbed sword qi.

At night, practice sword breaking galaxy.

It never stops.

In the back mountain of Broken Pulse Mountain, a waterhole.

Yang Feng stood on a rock on the edge of the pool.

Holding his breath, he held the Sun Sword in his palm.

A calm waterhole with occasional ripples splashing.

The ripples in the water, like halos, stir each other and return to nothingness.

The surface of the pond reflects Yang Feng's figure.

"Sword Breaks Galaxy!"

Yang Feng's mind kept copying a picture, and that picture was the sword marks he left on the galaxy stone wall of the Galaxy Sect, and the picture he felt through the sword marks left behind.

The power of a sword cuts off the sea of stars.

The waterhole in front of you is no more than ten zhang deep, and no more than twenty zhang long and wide.

Rumble!

A sword falls, and ten thousand thoughts are born!

There's nothing fancy, it's just a one-trick split.

The sword rises, the sword falls.

On the originally calm surface of the pool, two "water walls" have been erected.

"If you can break the pool now, when will you break the waves? Cut the sea?"

Sea of Stars?

Composed of hundreds of millions of stars, cutting off the sea of stars actually means cutting through the sky.

Now the sword in Yang Feng's hand breaks the galaxy, and he can't even split the mountains and mountains, and he can split a pool of water.

It's his limit.

"Hey! When will I be able to leave this place?"

Yang Feng threw the sword aside, although his physique had been tempered and polished, it was much stronger than ordinary people, but after all, he was only a mortal body.

Even as a mortal, eating, drinking, and sleeping are always unavoidable.

Yang Feng practiced swords like this every day, and because he was in good health, he would have hung up a long time ago if he were someone else.

He fell asleep on the rocks on all fours.

It wasn't until the next day that I tidied up my clothes.

Embarked on the road to the palace.

This time, he went to the palace openly and participated in the enthronement ceremony, so he was no longer a wanted criminal, he was on the official road, and there was no shortage of silver on his body.

Went to the palace in a carriage.

Along the way, merchants, soldiers, and ordinary people showed a thriving demeanor.

"Huh! These two people are really quite a master."

In the dynasty under the governance of Tibetan Jian and Jiang Kui, the people shook and paid taxes.

The treasury is full.

Yang Feng was shouting and selling all the way. Drifting away.

It took two hours to finally enter the palace.

As soon as Yang Feng entered the palace, Zangjian, Jiang Kui and others came out to greet them in person, after all, without Yang Feng, they would not be able to have today.

The people of the whole city also surrounded the palace three layers inside and three layers outside, and surrounded the palace to the water.

"How dare you put this to the zoo to watch the monkeys?"

Yang Feng looked at the momentum of this crowd and sighed helplessly.

Swaggering while greeting the people around you.

"You two can really do it, tell me what kind of ecstasy soup have you poured into these people? Let them be crazy like this?"

Yang Feng didn't believe that his charm was so great.

"Yang Shao, these people are all voluntary, no one persecuted them, and no one gave them ecstasy soup."

"What about the enthronement ceremony? I've arrived, so it's time to start, right?"

"Hmm."

"Prepare for the enthronement ceremony now!"

Inside and outside the palace, there was an instant silence.

The enthronement ceremony is naturally indispensable for sacrifices.

Soon an official walked up to the altar with five sheep's heads, three pigs' heads, and one ox's head.

After the sacrifice is over, it is time to get into the theme and start crowning the new emperor.

After Jiang Kui and Tibetan Sword discussed, it was decided that the two emperors would govern.

In this way, we can better manage the world and not let the people of the world fall apart.

"Coronate the Emperors!"

"The Twin Emperors? It's kind of interesting, it seems that Jiang Kui has figured it out."

The supreme imperial power is not worth mentioning at all compared to immortality.

Yang Feng once broke the sword and passed it to Jiang Kui, Jiang Kui obtained this technique, and the combat power of swordsmanship jumped to the peak, as long as he didn't touch Yang Feng, he could almost walk sideways on this territory.

The enthronement ceremony, after completion, it is time to establish the country's name.

"I have decided to establish the name of the country as Jiang, and from now on change the name to the Great Jiang Dynasty."

Zang Jian understood Jiang Kui's thoughts in his heart, the country name or something, he didn't care, what he really cared about was the Heavenly Mandate Organization.

Although it is not Jiang Guo, it is better than Jiang Guo.

This is Jiang Kui's personal feelings.

"The two emperors ascended the throne and announced to the world that they would be exempt from paying taxes for three years."

"Long live my emperor, long live!"

"Long live my emperor, long live!"

Inside and outside the palace was filled with the cheers of the people.

"Those who have won the hearts of the people since ancient times have won the world, and I am relieved that they can think like this."

Yang Feng originally thought that the two would really divide the territory and each have their own country.

So that the first king could be at peace, and what about the second and third generations?

One territory and two dynasties, after all, there are hidden dangers.

And this hidden danger can be fatal.

Now that the two emperors are in power, this problem has been completely eliminated, and I dare not say this mechanism

It can continue forever, at least six or seven generations of emperors, no problem.

"Yang Shao, let's go drink!"

"Hey! I said two, you are the emperor, and you still want to rob me of the object of drinking and punching, and you are still unreasonable?"

"Tell me a hammer."

The hidden sword squinted at Ah Yu.

"***, it's itchy, isn't it? Don't think that if you're in a high position, I can't help you."

Ah Yu is not afraid of the sky and the earth.

"Ah, now that you are an official worshipping the Protector General, it is time for your temper to be restrained."

"Xiao An, I, the general who protects the country, is only temporary, and when I get tired of doing it in the future, I will cut off the dust and re-enter the Fanyin Temple."