Since ancient times, the sword has been a symbol of many strong people, and the master of the sword tomb is the most powerful person in the world with a sword, or it can be said that he is the highest sword cultivation realm in the world in the past hundred years, and his cultivation is enough to resist thousands of troops, otherwise how could he create a perverted place like the sword tomb and block the iron hooves of the Taisho Dynasty.
Ling Yan was just a rising star, and in the face of how the sword masters of the previous generation resisted, everyone felt that life no longer belonged to them at this moment, but to the sword tomb master not far away, even if he was just wearing an extremely ordinary linen cloth, but at this time, heaven and earth were centered on him.
"It is rumored that the Sword Tomb is the largest of the nine swords.
I wonder how many swords you used to kill us?
Ling Yan held on, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth and even his face was a little deformed, but he still gritted his teeth and shouted at the Sword Tomb Master with blood in his mouth.
The Sword Grave Master must have been arrogant in his life, otherwise why?
He was wearing a tall hat, so in the face of Ling Yan's inquiry, he chose not to answer, but just looked around again, and snorted coldly: "Since I'm here, what are you waiting for?"
Since he gave me a sword to raise, why are you hiding your head and tail?
” Immediately, fifty-four more people appeared around Ling Yan and the others, including thirty ghost generals who had gone and returned, plus twenty ghost generals who had not appeared, even Ling Yan had a strange ghost general earlier, and only thirty of them appeared in the end, and now it seems that the remaining twenty people are waiting for the sword grave master.
In addition to the fifty ghost generals, there are four people who are even more terrifying, these four people are all first-class masters, and even one of them is at the peak realm, the three ghost kings of the ghost face camp and one golden guard in golden clothes, such a power has been hidden behind himself and others.
In an instant, the six princes of Ling Yan Stargazing all guessed that this was a game, a bureau against the Sword Tomb Tomb Master, and that he and the others, including Jian San, were just a bait, and now it seemed that the Sword Tomb Master had really taken the bait.
Who has such a bold ability, it is naturally the emperor who is majestic today.
Ling Yan was shocked by Emperor Taizheng's wrist, and at the same time, he kept speculating in his heart, whether he even knew all the things about Duan Ping's escape from Xuan Yi Zhong Gu.
Ling Yan's guess was completely correct, in fact, the matter is very clear now, Emperor Taizheng has made an extremely large bet to kill this enemy, and he seems to have full confidence.
The ghost king Jin Wei stood in four positions in the southeast, northwest and northwest, and the fifty ghost generals also stood in a killing array, their purpose was to force him to enter Beijing, and how to force him?
Naturally, he is forced by blood and life, and if he kills the people here, his sword dao momentum will definitely climb to a peak, and if he doesn't vent it out in time, there will definitely be very serious consequences.
And with the character of the owner of the sword tomb, he will not vent his sword qi to a boring place, except for the Dazheng Emperor, the only one in the whole world who can be interested in him is the one in the north, but the north is too far away, so he has only one choice, the Dazheng Emperor, and the sword is still in the capital.
"He's really a big calculation, do you really think you can kill me all these years?"
The Sword Tomb Tomb Master talked a little more in front of these four people, after all, the difference between his own person and his own realm was only one line, although this line was like heaven and earth, but he still gave dignity.
Ghost King Jin Wei didn't reply to his words, the fifty ghost generals pulled out the scimitar behind their backs, and a dark aura emanated from their bodies, and the heavens seemed to be aware of it, and the top of everyone's heads was already covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder, but you must know that the sky was still clear and clear just now, and there were no clouds.
It was the faint momentum of the underground people who caused the changes in the heavens and the earth, the yin wind was rising, the mourning wind was angry, this battle must have life and death, and the sword qi received by Ling Yan and the others disappeared when the Jinwei Ghost King appeared.
The four hundred armors were able to move freely, and the sixth prince roared: "Prepare to attack!"
"It is not without reason that the army of the Taisho Dynasty can be the most powerful in the world, even if the enemy in front of him is the legendary sword tomb master in the world, even if this person can't move just by looking at us, but the soldiers of the Taizheng Dynasty will not be timid, put on armor and hold a spear, just as the six princes shouted, attack.
The Sword Grave Tomb Master looked at the murderous aura of everyone in the field, especially the four hundred armors who were not afraid of death, and sighed, the destruction of the Taixi Kingdom, which was larger than the Taizheng Territory, was not due to luck, nor was it definitely not providence, all because of such soldiers who dared to charge.
Even if he supported the last three small countries in the south on his own, even if he was unified into one, he probably wouldn't be able to stop the unequaled iron cavalry under his command of as many as one million.
A strong country is not a strong country that can be said to be strong, but has an invincible belief, a kind of confidence that can step on all obstacles in front of it, and only the army of the Taizheng Dynasty and a few tribes in the north have such a belief in this world, as for the south?
The south has been so squeamish since ancient times, even though there are millions of men, there is no one who can take the army, otherwise why would he have worked so hard all these years.
He whispered to Jian San, who was still unable to move beside him: "See, you guys are thinking too simply, do you really think that you can compete with Taisho by relying on one country?"
If you don't strengthen the people's hearts and souls, no matter how many people and how good the armor is, they will not be able to match it. ” Jian San bowed his head, indeed, the world is really unparalleled in the world, Jian Yi and himself, wrong.
The master of the sword grave no longer looked at Jian San, and he shouted softly: "Out of the grave today, the nine swords only carry long hatred, so I will kill you with this long hatred."
After speaking, his hand gradually changed from empty to a sword three feet long, of which the hilt was one foot, engraved with the word long hatred, and the sword body was two feet long, which was one of the nine swords of the sword tomb master The most murderous long hatred.
Since ancient times, there have been many infatuated lovers like carp crossing the river, and the tears shed may be as many as one river and one sea, among which there is hatred and love.
The long hatred of the sword material is taken from the cold iron outside the sky, watered with the tears of the infatuated lover's long hatred, the day of the sword, the day of the great sorrow of the world, with the sword casting furnace as the center, stretching for three hundred miles is full of pouring rain, and there seem to be men and women crying, that day three hundred miles of infatuated men and women are all tears, tears wrapped in rain, gathered in the sword furnace, and finally long hatred, heaven and earth thunder.
There are countless swords and soldiers in the world, they are killing vessels, and they are unjust souls who drink human blood, but they have never been more murderous and resentful.
On the day that the long hatred was released, he killed seven thousand four hundred and seven, and then killed two thousand one hundred and three, and finally the sword grave owner got the long hatred, and he has not killed anyone and drank blood for twenty-three years.
The ghost king Jin Wei is like a great enemy, and among the nine swords, the hatred is the heaviest and the most hateful, and even his own heart is easily affected by his hatred.
It took less than a blink of an eye from the drawing of the sword to the sword of the grave master, but it was the most difficult torment for everyone on the field.
Four hundred iron hooves charged, fifty ghosts attacked, four of the world's top masters went all out, this is only for one person, the sword grave master faced but his heart was like water, and he hated it for a long time, there was no gorgeous move, no thrilling sword qi, just an extremely ordinary sword-swinging action.
This swing, let alone kendo everyone, even street children can do it.
But the final result made Ling Yan's mouth dry and frightened.
The simplest sword swing in the world, but in the end, it was four hundred armor dead, the stumps were broken, the human head was separated, and the horseskin under the body turned into a bloody rain, in an instant.
The fifty ghosts will also die ugly, they are attacking from the air, so this sword will cut them off, and the blood rain will fall from a height of half a meter, the sky is full of dark clouds, but it is blood, and sure enough, the sky is not snow, but blood.
The three ghost kings, one Jin Wei, although they have never died, they can no longer use a trace of true qi in this life, and they have become invalids.
The most powerful of the three thousand people in the Ghost Mask Battalion of the Prison Heaven Division are the seven Ghost Kings, two of whom died in the war, and today they lost three people here again, which is already a great loss of vitality.
Because the golden silk clothes are personally ruled by the Taizheng Sheng, no one knows the number, but they know that their seven Jinwei are the most powerful, and when the princes compete for hegemony, none of the seven Jinwei will be lost, and now there are six left.
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The three most terrifying underground forces in the Taisho Empire, the Golden Threaded Ghost Face Battalion seems to have killed the most people in the camp, and now there are only three wolves left in the Seven Wolves, and the personnel may be decreasing year by year, and they no longer have the prestige of the year.
At this time, in this battle, the Ghost King lost three more points, and half of the hundred ghost generals were gone, and now it seems that the top strength of the Ghost Face Camp has lost the most.
The Sword Tomb Master can't kill the Jinwei Ghost King with one sword, but if there is another sword, everyone here must die, Ling Yan didn't think about resisting, the strength of this person in front of him is really non-human can resist, and he was seriously injured by Jian San when he was in front of him, and now he can't escape if he wants to.
It's just that in the face of death, I suddenly remembered many people and many things, my dead father, the teacher who was slowly getting old, Mu Chun, etc., as well as the countless doubts in my heart, but unfortunately these didn't seem to have a chance, Ling Yan sighed, but spit out a mouthful of blood, he was really useless.
Similarly, everyone looked at the Sword Tomb Master with a mortal heart, and the Sixth Prince Zhao Xuanhan was not afraid at all, but was a little worried about how the empire could be stable with such a powerful enemy, and worried that no one would take care of his mother in the palace after his death.
Stargazing is a person who cultivates the Tao, and it stands to reason that he is pure-hearted and has few desires, but people in the world, who can be ruthless, no matter how to see through Hongchen, there will be a trace of concern in his heart, but many helplessness can only end with a sentence of death.
The sword grave master does not feel any pride because of a sword, although he himself is a very proud person, the road is simple, the same is true of the way of the sword, this sword is the perception of the sword since his life, and his sword drawing is not as simple as others imagine, of course, it is not difficult to kill these people in front of him.
"Grave master?"
"Come back, the Sword Tomb is not ready to face the millions of Taisho Iron Hoins, and if you really kill them all, the Sword Tomb will never exist again."
Even if the sword tomb master is unequaled in the way of the sword, there is helplessness, in fact, everyone has helplessness, and what they want is different.
In front of everyone's eyes, the master of the sword grave took Jian San and floated to the south, free and easy, but the back was very tall.
Many people in the world don't know how powerful he is, and some people speculate that he should only be about the same as the most powerful grandmaster in the first class, at most a little stronger, but this battle has let the world know that everything is wrong.
Ten years later, the master of the sword tomb came out of the grave, and slashed four hundred elite Taizheng iron armor with a sword of long-term hatred, and fifty ghost generals who could kill the world's first-class masters were beheaded to death.
There are nine swords in the sword tomb, and the long-hated is the most murderous, and 10,000 have been killed!