The invincible king of the old monster.

The name is not blown by the world.

It is the result of the first battle in this city for sixty years.

Whether it is the second person in martial arts commentary, Deng Tai'a, who is known as the new sword god of the rivers and lakes by the world.

Or Cao Changqing, the overlord of Western Chu.

Or the old sword god in Tsing Yi who reappeared in the rivers and lakes.

None of them have shaken the invincible posture of this old monster.

This name is Huang Zhentu, and thirty years ago, he was the sword Jiuhuang who stood side by side with the peach blossom sword god Deng Tai'a.

It is the sword intent sword heart that has been cultivated for thirty years.

In this battle, I still failed to get the slightest benefit.

"Jiazi Six Locks Reincarnation!"

Lao Huang has already used the six swords with all his might.

The five famous swords in the rosewood box had already been dispatched.

Each time he wielded a sword, it doubled the power of the original sword.

But the sixth sword can be cut out.

It was only then that the old man in black could change his fingers into fists to deal with the majestic sword qi attack.

Lao Huang was full of energy, and the six swords had passed.

There are still three swords!

"Seven swords to pick out the heavenly immortals!"

This sword.

Above the clear sky, it was as if the stars were twinkling at night.

The five swords ascend to heaven, when they fall.

It's like five meteorites falling on Emperor Wu City.

This scene.

It is enough to make all the spectators in the city applaud, and the avenue is "happy"!

But for the burly old man.

It's still not enough.

Wang Xian held up the sky with one hand.

The five swords were menacing, but they suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Layers of remnant clouds shook and shook.

It was as if it was going to be crushed by an invisible force in the next moment.

"I think you can prepare."

"Let's give that Wang Xianzhi a surprise."

"At the same time, it will make this life enjoyable."

Wu Changqing looked at the amazing seven swords, and suddenly said to Liu Songtao on the side.

"Are you trying to ......?"

"Hahaha, I see."

"As it should be!"

Liu Songtao laughed inexplicably.

Wu Changqing dispersed the prohibition that was suppressed on Liu Songtao, so that the other party could fight with all his might.

"Eight immortals kneel on their deathbed!"

Above the castle tower.

Lao Huang's forward figure had begun to stumble, and even his body was a little unstable.

He was pale.

There was already red blood spilling from the tip of his nose and the corners of his mouth.

But the old man was unmoved by this, and continued to establish the sword momentum of the eighth sword!

The five flying swords that were hovered in mid-air by one of Wang Xian's hands trembled violently.

Forcibly broke free.

As swift as thunder, a flying sword was nailed to Wang Xianzhi's body.

Sword Qi Thunder Chi Cheng!

Wang Xianzhi's expression was finally no longer flat, and his eyes looked at the stubborn old man, full of relief.

Bang!

A heavenly thunder shining on the world was attracted by the sword array.

The sky fell without warning.

Heaven and earth were overshadowed.

Thunder fell on the city, erupting with violent thunder and strong winds.

The affected city spectators retreated one after another.

But there are still people who are not afraid of death, shouting "happy"!

The end of the eight swords.

Wang Xianzhi's figure appeared in the thunder and lightning, and he was still unharmed.

It's just that the posture has changed from one-handed to the enemy at the beginning, to two arms in front of the chest.

"If only that's it."

"You can go."

Wang Xianzhi said flatly.

The old man, who was already wheezing violently, shook his head with a smile.

Wang Xianzhi's brows couldn't help but furrow deeply.

He saw it.

This old man came here with the mentality of dying in battle.

"As you wish."

Wang Xianzhi put down his hands again and began to stride towards the old man who was missing his front teeth when he laughed.

The people of the city had already expected the end.

There were quite a few people who sighed.

But just three steps in front of Wang Xian, less than a zhang away from Lao Huang.

Everyone in the city was shocked and raised their heads suddenly.

He looked above the city.

The old man, who seemed to be at the end of his rope, didn't know how to forcibly breathe a sigh of relief again.

This new breath can be described as thunderous!

The spectators under the city, everyone couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

"This sword, I cut it out thirty years ago."

"But now it's different, Jian Jiu has a name."

"I will use this sword to make your invincible Wang Xianzhi fight the enemy with both hands!"

Lao Huang suddenly let out a long howl.

Sonic boom in the sky.

The next moment.

A heroic spirit, angry bullfighting.

Burst out from this old body.

World shaking.

Meanwhile.

Outside Emperor Wu City, there was also a momentum that could not be underestimated, which was comparable to the power of Lao Huang's dying sword.

Time.

Emperor Wu City is in a mess, and I don't know why.

They knew what was going on in the city.

But what about outside the city?

Is there still a master?

Wang Xianzhi also frowned and looked back.

Looking at the crazy monk blooming with golden light at this moment, a statue of the Buddha of more than ten zhang stood behind him.

The momentum is huge, as if he is also about to make a move.

He looked at the young man in white next to the mad monk again.

The young man stood with his hands in his hands, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Stinky boy!"

Wang Xianzhi looked at the young man's uneasy and kind smile, and a bad thought grew in his heart.

I couldn't help but curse in my mouth.

Lao Huang was also a little confused at the moment.

But the mind is still not disturbed.

The arrow had to be fired.

He could only forcibly stabilize his mind and try to accumulate the power of this last sword.

"This sword."

"My family named it."

"Bad horse rice wine...... Six thousand miles! ”

Lao Huang used the greatest strength in his life to shout angrily this sword move named by Xu Fengnian.

Let the world know that he can finally let Wang Xianzhi use a sword with both hands.

but from Chrysostom, the son of his family.

The terrifying sword intent finally condensed.

The thousands of swords on the wall of the Burial Sword Pavilion began to tremble in unison at this moment.

Take the five swords of the sword box as a guide.

Take Lao Huang's lifelong spirit as a blade.

This sword doesn't have any fancy movements, and it has reached the point where the way of the sword has returned to its roots.

Five swords in unison.

Straight to Wang Xianzhi's five orifices.

Feeling that in addition to the sword opening the gate of heaven, only the subtlety of the sword momentum can be called the sword of the first sword at that time.

Wang Xianzhi's eyes were amazing.

It's just like what Lao Huang said.

Finally, it was with both hands to fight the enemy.

Wang Xianzhi's fists were clenched, and these fists smashed the huge waves of the East China Sea for sixty years.

The same is not fancy, until the sword momentum of the five swords.

Just when the two are about to collide.

Whether it was Wang Xianzhi or Huang Zhentu, their expressions were all stunned.

Then he turned his head abruptly and looked out of the city.

The five swords, which were originally wrapped in the incomparable sword momentum, seemed to have lost their power in an instant, and rolled directly to the ground.

And outside the city of Emperor Wu.

The sky had long since become chaotic.

Beneath the dark clouds of black oppression.

A golden statue stands in the vastness.

It's like a compassionate Buddha who saves suffering in this world.

Liu Songtao in front of the Golden Buddha.

The big sleeves are fluttering.

Slowly put your hands together.

"Bow to a stick of incense and drop the Bodhisattva sword!"

"I have mercy for the world!"

The mad monk's words were like the Sanskrit sound of heaven and earth, resounding in the ears of everyone in Emperor Wu City.

Everyone only felt that their brains were blank for a while, and their eyes looked at the coast of the East China Sea in distraction, reflecting the golden statue standing in heaven and earth.

That is, after Liu Songtao's words fell.

The chaotic dome seems to have regained its sight.

The glow pierced the dark clouds and shone on the East China Sea.

A golden sword fell to the world in the glow.

This scene.

It is enough to be called terrifying to the world.

But even more unbelievable.

On the top of that stone tablet, a young man dressed in white didn't know whether he beckoned at Wang Xianzhi or Jian Jiuhuang.

Said a word.

"I'll lend you a sword."

It's not loud, but it's clear to everyone.

Then the people of Emperor Wu City looked at it in horror.

On the magnificent East China Sea.

Rise from the ground!

A tide hill suddenly rose!