The Han Bafang Sword and the Imperial God Sword Village Rain were intertwined in their hands, and the sword light was intertwined into two brilliant Milky Ways.

"Twin swords, not bad."

Di Xin's eyes lit up, and he pulled out two swords, one long and one short, from his waist.

"Ancient and Modern Sword Records" recorded: "Wu Ding reigned for fifty-nine years, and cast a sword at noon in the first year, three feet long, inscribed 'Zhao Guts', ancient seal book. ”

"Ancient and Modern Sword Records" also contains: "Yin Taijia, reigned for thirty-two years. With four years of age Jiazi, cast a sword, two feet long, the text is said to be 'Dingguang', the ancient text seal. ”

Back then, after King Ji of Zhou Wu defeated the merchant army in Muye, he searched for these two swords but could not.

I also searched hard when I entered Chaoge City, but I still didn't find it.

Because these two swords were brought into the Nibelungen by the fake death of Disin, they are not unsheathed again until today.

The sword is as smooth as a mirror, the sword is as dark as ink, and the two swords, one bright and one dark, circulate like a change of yin and yang in Di Xin's hands, and swordsmanship has become an art to this extent.

And Chu Zihang learned the sword skills from the Son of the Phoenix Warband, if Di Xin is killing in art, then he is killing in art.

Chu Zihang used both hands, the Wuwei sword came out of the hole like a poisonous dragon, stabbing Di Xin's wrist, and the imperial sword suddenly slashed down, slashing towards Di Xin's thigh.

In the face of such a ruthless trick, Di Xin was not in a hurry.

The sword of courage was picked up and collapsed, and his wrist shook as if he was stirring up water in the pool.

A strangulation force passed from the sword body to Chu Zihang's wrist, and he actually had a feeling that he couldn't grasp it.

Chu Zihang was already in his heart, and hurriedly clenched his five fingers again, so that he did not let the sword go.

And the Imperial God Sword, which cut down the lower limbs, was also stopped by the Fixing Light Sword, and then went to the side.

The Divine Sword leaned forward with his form, almost sticking his head under the other man's sword.

"Not good!"

Chu Zihang's scales stood straight up, his left foot stepped on it, and with the help of the reaction force, he spun several times like a spinning top, dodging the Zhao Dan Sword that Di Xin slashed at his head.

"Huh?"

This footwork was beyond Di Xin's expectations, and before he could pursue, the Han Bafang Sword had already stabbed him in the waist from the side.

In the face of offense and defense, Di Xin's arms were spread like bird's wings, and his body leaned back sharply, and his upper body seemed to be broken.

With a sword piercing the air, Chu Zihang wanted to go downward, but he was caught by two staggered sword lights.

In the face of this death cut, his left hand twisted and pulled, and the sword of the god swung a thin line in the air, swinging both swords high.

Under the high-intensity training, Chu Zihang has integrated all the swordsmanship learned from the Children's Palace into two-handed swordsmanship.

The four sword lights stirred up countless phantoms, enveloping the figures of both of them.

I don't know how many rounds later, with a violent collision, the two finally separated,

"Your path to becoming a god is not quite right."

Di Xin looked at the several scars on his chest, shook his head and said.

"You mean Bloodshed?"

Chu Zihang said.

His injuries were even more serious, with two longitudinal and two horizontal wounds running through the first half of his life, like a tic-tac-toe.

"Do you call it blood? It's kind of apt. However, this technology is inherently incomplete, and what is used is even more incomplete in the incomplete. ”

Di Xin said.

Chu Zihang knew what he meant, under the normal fourth-degree violent blood, he should have turned into a beast with only instinct, how could he still have a normal conversation like this.

Faith in the Emperor helped him maintain his human form, but it also prevented him from using the maximum power of the Blood.

"Your swordsmanship is good, but your strength is not enough. I only have the strength to fight a sword once, and if you don't satisfy me, then you can be martyred. ”

Di Xin said coldly.

He may be able to treat dragons and humans equally, but he is also a ruthless king himself.

"Senior brother, let me come."

Chu Zihang was about to answer, when Fingal walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

Chu Zihang's words were a bit straightforward.

"Don't underestimate me, I used to be A-grade. Besides, I'll be bloody, too. ”

Fingal pursed his lips.

"You might become Deadpool."

Chu Zihang stared at him and said.

Fingal is similar to his swordsmanship, and in order to defeat Desin, Fingal also has to use the fourth degree of blood.

But unlike him, who has the protection of the emperor, there is a high probability that the proportion of dragon blood will not be able to come back after Fingal's violent blood.

"It's possible that it won't change, but if you do become Deadpool, don't rush to purify me. When the head of the regiment wakes up, tell him about my merits, and ask him to ask the god to turn me back. ”

Fingal babbled.

"May the Emperor bless you, Brother Fingal."

Although Fingal was not religious, Chu Zihang felt that the emperor should not object to giving him blessings.

"I'm going to die, remember to give EVA a a treat, go to the headmaster and ask the emperor about it, and then help me kill him."

Fingal waved his hand and walked towards Dixin.

With every step he took, a cloud of blood erupted from his body.

He didn't grow scales, bony protrusions, bone wings and anything like that, but directly turned into a golden man.

"Is this the fourth degree of blood? I look really worthy. ”

Fingal grinned and said nonsense, not at all the solemnity of the bronze statues in the temple.

But when he jumped dozens of meters in the air, and then swung the bronze giant sword and slashed down, he did have the momentum of a heavenly god.

The bronze on the ground was ingested by the spirit of words and attached to Fingal's German-style two-handed sword.

The two-handed sword, which was originally less than the width of a palm, is now two people wide, but it does not have the slightest abruptness, and the cold light is full of light, and it is natural.

This is the power of the Spirit of Words Bronze Throne after being strengthened by the Fourth Degree of Violent Blood, which can control most of the metals in the world.

If it is just a golden bell jar that strengthens the body, how can it reflect the high risk of serial number 87.

The Bronze Throne means Imperial Metal, which is also the natural power of the Lord of Bronze and Fire.

Although compared to the Sword Emperor with serial number 82, the Bronze Throne cannot be manipulated so precisely.

But in the face of such an opponent with extraordinary swordsmanship, pure violence is sometimes the best way to attack.

Ti Xin was already a dying man, but he Fingal was still young and strong.

The huge door panel smashed into the air, and the bronze continued to cling to the sword, making the area even more exaggerated.

"Yes, yes!"

In the face of this kind of play that does not emphasize martial virtues, Di Xin did not laugh angrily.

In fact, his favorite weapon is the axe.

Di Xin stretched out his hand, and the bronze on the ground also converged and deformed in his hand, and finally formed into a ghost-faced giant axe.

Chu Zihang's eyes froze, the axe was exactly the same as the one on the bronze door.

If he is familiar enough with the history of the Shang Dynasty, he will know that this is not actually an axe, but a Yue.

The blade is wider, curved, resembling a crescent moon, and the shaft is much longer than the handle of an axe.

Compared with the axe, the axe is more similar to a ceremonial weapon, and is a symbol of the authority of the commander of the army.

But in the hands of a true warrior, it is also a weapon for battlefield killing.

And Di Xin is undoubtedly such a warrior.

The king of Shang held the ghost-faced sword to face Fingal who fell from the sky, and at this moment the identities of the two were reversed.

Fingal is like an evil god who has sent down divine punishment, and Tisin is the hero who rises up to resist.

The sound of swords clashing and clashing echoed throughout the city.

Chu Zihang touched his ears, and blood beads flowed out of it.

The collision of weapons actually created an effect similar to that of Akina Sakai's words.

Di Xin knelt on one knee, and Da Yue was smashed into his shoulder by the giant sword, and his shoulder was visibly concave.

Whether it is the direction or the weight of the weapon, he suffers more.

But Fingal's injuries were even more severe, and under the incorruptible flesh of King Kong, his hand bones were already covered with fine cracks.

Under the collision of this ultra-high-strength force, the defect of the bronze throne on the insufficient strengthening of bones was undoubtedly revealed.

Di Xin on the other side looked miserable, but his injuries were actually much lighter than him.

If it was Fingal in normal times, he might have considered other tactics, but at this moment, his spirit has been eroded by dragon blood.

The crimson golden pupils turned rapidly, and the ancient dragon script was read out like a cannon.

The Spirit of Words: Bronze Throne is activated again, but this time it is not the bronze outside the envoy, but the blood inside the envoy's body.

The metallic blood breaks through the blood vessels and invades the cracks of the bones until they are soaked and encased, and then coagulated.

This is a very dangerous operation, and if there is another high-intensity collision, the sharp bone fragments and blood blades are likely to directly cut his internal organs into thin pieces.

But Fingal didn't realize any of this, the dragons were fighting to the death, and he just wanted to tear this obnoxious fellow to pieces now.

He stretched out his hand, and the bronze was once again attached to the hilt of the two-handed sword that had been severed by the roots, only this time it was much smaller, about the same width as the bronze sword.

Fingal stepped on both feet, and the ground, which was harder than steel, was trampled out of two shallow pits.

The two-handed sword alternately draws circles left and right, and when it is close to him, it is one of the most basic offensive moves of the two-handed sword, the big windmill.

The name was just a description of the car to the average person, but it became a noun when Fingal used it.

The giant sword stirred the air and blew a fierce wind, causing Dixin's dress to tumble and fly, obscuring his vision.

Now is the time!

Fingal let out a loud shout, and the greatsword moved to a high point and then fell with a bang, slashing at Disin's head with a huge centrifugal force.

Di Xin smiled arrogantly, and the ghost-faced Yue slashed across the ground from the bottom up, sending out a spark that slashed straight at the greatsword.

When both sides have reached a limit in strength and speed, mere move changes don't make much sense.

The chances of victory are only between the lines.

The victory and defeat have been divided, and the blood is soaring.

Di Xin looked at the giant sword embedded in half of his neck and sighed hard.

After all, he is not an immortal king, and time and injuries have made him run out of oil.

Fingal let go of the hilt of his sword and slowly lay on his back on the ground.

He didn't dare to move now, and as soon as he moved all his bones, he would break up.

Di Xin's axe shattered the bones of his body, but it also allowed his humanity to prevail.

"Nice fight."

Dixin nodded, and said something to the chariot Deadpool on either side.

Immediately, two chariots, Deadpool, drove up to the side of the armored car, and then moved the thing down under Chu Zihang's vigilance.

"Lone still has one thing to ask for."

At the end of the curtain, Di Xin changed back to the tone of the last Shang king.

"You say."

"If you meet the king of water, behead him and bury him under the wilderness."

There seemed to be thousands of years of cold wind blowing in Di Xin's tone.

"Okay."

Chu Zihang nodded.

"It's a reward."

Di Xin took off his two earrings and placed them in his hands, then melted them into a jade bottle.

He reached out and slashed his heart, and the red golden blood filled the jade bottle.

The blood of the ancient dragon, this is the treasure that countless half-bloods, including pure-blooded dragons, want to get!

"Let's wait."

Di Xin threw the jade bottle to Chu Zihang, then turned around and walked towards the high platform.

Chu Zihang gently picked up Fingal, turned around and got into the armored car, and then turned around and left.

When he was safe enough, he pressed the detonator.

After a brief silence, a large mushroom cloud rose from the center of the song city.

The strongest weapon of mankind, he completed the funeral for the Shang King, who was once determined to unify humans and dragons.

(End of chapter)