Chapter 146: The Sword Emperor and the Heavenly Sword

Four people came under the sword grave.

Two teenagers, a monk and a young girl.

It looks weird, but no one laughs.

Xuan Tianji looked at the two teenagers and saw two terrifying sword qi.

When the white-clothed young man led by him stepped on the place of the sword grave, he was greeted not by thousands of sword qi attacking him, but by ten thousand swords trembling to show his submission.

Yes, it's surrender.

Tens of thousands of rusty swords all over the mountains trembled, as if they were worshipping the white-clothed young man.

"The Emperor of the Sword Mu Yingxiong?" Xuan Tianji looked at the white-clothed young man with a confident face and blazing eyes, and said these seven words.

His gaze lingered on the white-clothed young man for three seconds, and then continued to look back.

Although the young man in white is the emperor of the sword, he is only less than twenty years old at this time, and his skills are quite weak, so he is not taken to heart by Xuantianji.

His gaze fell on the black-clothed boy behind the white-clothed boy.

The young man in black looked ordinary, bowed his head slightly, and seemed reluctant to speak. He didn't have the domineering spirit of the emperor of the young man in white, and his clothes were a little ragged, but Xuantianji looked at him for a long time.

Xuantian Ji could feel that if the young man in black raised his head, it would definitely change color.

Because, in his eyes, there is a peerless sword aura.

Anyone who sees his eyes will be miserable, and the weak will lose their sight.

"Heavenly Sword Realm Mu Yingming!" Xuantian Ji's divine sense swept over and sighed. "It's a fun day, the best boys in the world are here! Nameless, Mu Yingxiong. Break the army, the king of Nie. What a grand event!"

At the same time, the Sword Master looked at the white-clothed young man who was constantly approaching, and his eyes became brighter and brighter, as if he remembered something.

"It turned out to be him!" the Sword Master muttered as he sensed a familiar sword aura.

More than ten years ago, the invincible sword saint in the world felt lonely like snow, came to the Miyin Temple, and forced the monk to use the "mirror of the heart" to help him find a figure in the Central Plains of Shenzhou who could compete with him in the way of the sword.

In desperation, the monk told him to go east. There he will find someone who can defeat him, but only his past.

According to the words of the monk emperor, the sword saint met Mu Long and his wife in Mujia Village, and sensed that Mrs. Mu's fetus had a kind of imperial sword aura, thinking that Mu Yingxiong, who was still a fetus at this time, was the person mentioned in the prophecy, so he sent a war letter to Mu Long, asking his son to duel with him in nineteen years.

In order to avoid his son from confronting the Sword Master, Mu Long spent money to buy an adopted son who was born on the same day as Mu Yingxiong, which was Mu Yingming.

Mu Long tried every possible means to avoid his son from confronting the Sword Master. I don't know that the world is unpredictable, on the sword tomb, as fate dictates, Mu Yingxiong still met the sword saint.

"Good. Since we have met, the old man will fight you to the death today, and see what you have to make the heroic sword surrender!" said the Sword Saint domineeringly. The figure flashed, and he arrived in front of Mu Yingxiong.

The half-buried hero sword seemed to sense that its master was in distress. Suddenly, he trembled violently and turned into a streamer. flew into the hands of the young man in white and the young man in black behind him.

As soon as the heroic sword reached the hands of the two teenagers, it burst open the stone layer, emitting an incomparably brilliant light, and the sword qi soared into the sky.

"Are you a sword saint?" Rao is Mu Yingxiong's newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, and he was a little surprised to meet the legendary sword saint.

"Yes, boy, the old man has been waiting for many years, and finally saw you, let's do it!"

The Sword Master said, and the sword was unleashed.

"Damn!" Mu Yingxiong shouted, and a sword qi burst out from the heroic sword, with a dignified domineering aura, and touched the inspired sword.

I only heard a "boom", and the two sword qi collided fiercely in the air and exploded. Mu Yingxiong took three steps back, and the Sword Saint was not injured at all.

"Some skills, Jian Er!" the Sword Saint snorted coldly, and countless sword qi flew out.

"Old thing, Young Master Ben is still afraid that you won't succeed!" Mu Yingxiong was also obviously enraged, and a sword stabbed out, and the breath of the Emperor of Ten Thousand Swords ordered the countless rusty swords on the sword tomb to fly, condensing into a huge sword ball, besieging the Sword Saint from all directions.

"Sword Six!"

With the Sword Saint Peerless Divine Sword in his hand, he instantly slashed out thousands of sword qi, turning the besieging rusty sword into flying ashes. Then he stepped out and forced Mu Yingxiong to go.

As for the black-clothed young man and the little monk next to him, he didn't even look at it.

"Little change!" The little monk also roared when he saw the sword saint's sword aura, and his whole body Buddha power was running, and a light mask instantly appeared in front of several people, rebounding the sword qi of the sword saint.

"It's not a false little monk, you are looking for death!" the Sword Saint shouted angrily. "Even your master, the Monk Emperor, is not my opponent, you dare to make a move!"

"Sword Ten!"

The Sword Saint shouted, and the Peerless Sword slashed down, and a ten-zhang sword light appeared on the light mask.

It was not false that he suddenly spurted a mouthful of blood, his breath was sluggish, but he didn't give up, the whole person was shining with golden light, and shouted: "Great change!"

Pure Buddha Gate golden light shrouded around several people, bouncing off the Sword Saint's attacks.

And at this moment, Mu Yingming, who had been bowing his head and being silent, suddenly moved!

He raised his head suddenly, his eyes shining brightly, as bright as a sword, a sword that was even more dazzling than the Sword Master.

Heavenly Sword is here!

As far as the eye could see, the air was densely filled with sword qi.

Every sword qi carries the intent of lore, and there is no hesitation!

Affected by this change, the Sword Saint unconsciously turned the peerless divine sword in his hand, and the sword twenty-one came out of his hand, killing Mu Yingming with the killing intent of destroying the world and destroying the world.

The legendary Heavenly Sword and the Holy Spirit Sword Technique have finally begun to clash!

As soon as the two met, they exploded in the air, and the explosion sound was endless, and the sound was earth-shattering!

Finally, the explosion subsided, and the clouds in the field gradually faded.

I saw Mu Yingming covered in blood, lying on the ground and not knowing whether he was alive or dead. And Mu Yingxiong and not false are also dying in breath, and their true qi is exhausted.

On the other side, the Sword Saint was not having a good time, his body was wounded by more than ten wounds, and the blood flowed.

"Hah...... Hah!" the Juggernaut coughed, but laughed out loud. "The Heavenly Sword is nothing more than that, where can it compare to my Holy Spirit Sword Technique! Today's battle is really happy!"

"Sword Saint, I'm quite interested in your Holy Spirit Sword Technique, I don't know what you think?" Xuantian Ji's figure flashed and appeared in front of the Sword Saint.

"Huh?" the Sword Saint snorted coldly, frowning slightly. "Are you going to take advantage of my serious injuries and forcibly snatch it?"

Xuantianji shook his head and said, "If I want to rob it, why wait until now?"

I saw Xuantian Ji's big move, and a silver river appeared in the sky. Another finger pointed out, and a sea of fire appeared in the sky. Turning his hands again, a yin-yang grinding disc exuded a faint light.

The Sword Saint was suddenly awe-struck, remembering what Xuantian Ji had said before, and couldn't help but sigh: "Your Dao Technique is really stronger than the Sword Dao!

With a wave of his hand, Xuantian Ji took back many magical powers, nodded and said, "Your sword twenty-one is not at its peak, and there is still room for improvement, is this sentence worth it?"

"Not enough!" said the Juggernaut with his head shaken. "There is no basis for words!"

Xuantian suddenly went out of his body, and a terrifying coercion swept towards the audience.

Xuantian Ji's Yuan Shen looked at the Sword Saint with a stunned face and said, "If you reach this level, your sword technique will definitely be able to go further!"

The Sword Saint Essence burst out and threw a book of swords over.

Xuantian Ji smiled with satisfaction, the primordial spirit returned to its place, and the coercion disappeared suddenly.

The sword saint and the sword merged, turned into a streamer, and disappeared, only to hear a burst of echoes: "I will definitely cultivate sword twenty-two, sword twenty-three!" (to be continued......