Gao Wu: Just Became Suzerain, The Empress Invited Me Out Of The Mountain

"The Peerless Sword Box, open!"

The Purple Clothed Sword King Huang Dingyuan gave a loud shout.

Immediately, the Wushuang sword box in front of him was opened from the top, and sword lights shot out from the inside, a total of thirteen, the air rushed to the bullfight, and the sword shook the galaxy.

The thirteen soaring sword qi surged, which contained incomparably powerful power. Just looking at it, many viewers felt palpitations, thinking that even a single sword qi could not be blocked, and they would die at the touch of it.

Even those extraordinary powerhouses thought for a while, if any sword qi slashed at them, even if they could be blocked, they would be severely injured.

"As expected of the Purple Clothed Sword King, Nanyue Sword Pool has been famous all over the world for the past hundred years."

Xiaoyao Jiankuang Zhang Qianren said with emotion that he has no fighting intentions against Huang Dingyuan, even though he is dozens of years older than Huang Dingyuan, his realm is a big realm behind, and his combat power is at least one and a half realms behind.

"In the process of cultivation, hard work can make up for one's weakness. In the early stage, hard work is more important than talent, but after stepping into Extraordinary, I realize that talent is infinitely more important than hard work."

"If you don't have the talent to cultivate to a higher level, no matter how hard you work, how hard you practice, you won't make any progress."

"Although geniuses and mediocrities have the same starting point, their upper limits are quite different." Mingfa Zhenjun said quietly.

He himself was deeply touched, thinking that he had lived for nearly four hundred years, and he was the True Monarch of the Ten Realms three hundred years ago. .

As for the Taoist Tianjiao of his contemporaries, the worst ones are the eleventh-level Tianjun, and some have even cultivated to the twelve-level Tianzun.

Hearing this, the others nodded at the same time, apparently also feeling this sense of powerlessness.

At this time, in Annan City, a room on the fifth floor of the Taohuawu Inn.

Wearing a blue fairy dress with a jade flute hanging from her waist, Fairy Yunxiao is staring at the scene in front of her, which is the scene where the purple-clothed sword king opens the Wushuang sword box.

If someone sees this scene, they will be very surprised. Someone can watch it from tens of miles away, and they can see it very clearly.

"The Wushuang sword box is not weak, but if Huang Dingyuan has no other means, he can't beat Zhou Yuanjun's Seven Star Dragon Abyss Sword.

Fairy Yunxiao's cold voice resounded in the room, obviously she had seen the whole process of Lunjian and made a judgment.

On Broken Sword Peak, the discussion on swords continued.

"The purple-clothed sword king really lives up to his reputation."

"Come on, let me see the power of Wushuang Sword Face.

Zhou Yuanjun said softly, with a calm expression.

"Brother Zhou, please accept the move."

After Huang Dingyuan finished speaking, he gave a light drink: "Zi Dian, come out!"

swish!

In the Wushuang sword box, a long sword that looked like purple lightning soared into the sky, slashing towards Zhou Yuanjun with a long sword aura.

"Long Yuan, you can have fun today."

Zhou Yuanjun said with a smile, the Seven Star Longyuan Sword in his hand suddenly trembled slightly, as if it had a spirituality.

In fact, the Seven Star Longyuan Sword is spiritual, because it is a top-notch peerless magic weapon, and its intelligence is relatively high, unlike the newborn peerless magic weapon's weapon spirit, which is ignorant.

Clang~

The Seven-Star Longyuan Sword is automatically unsheathed an inch, and an unrivaled and invincible sharpness amazes the world. It has not been born for 1,800 years. "Imata should let the world know its prestige.

Under the mighty power of the Seven Star Dragon Yuan Sword, the Purple Lightning Sword controlled by Huang Dingyuan immediately stopped, and flew crookedly, but did not dare to get close.

"Seven-Star Dragon Yuan is worthy of being the peerless divine weapon in Legendary. Just relying on his aura, he firmly suppressed the eighth-rank Zidian, almost making him submit directly."

The well-informed Jiutian Pavilion Supreme Elder Shi Shiheng sighed.

"Don't worry, this battle has just begun. There are thirteen divine swords in the Wushuang sword box. If all of them are born, their power will shake the world. It depends on whether Huang Dingyuan can control so many divine swords." Zhang Qianren said.

The purple-clothed sword king frowned slightly, feeling the faint thoughts coming from the purple electric sword, he couldn't help shouting softly again:

"Qingshuang, Jueying, Yuanhe, Ruozhirou, come out!"

Swish Swish Swish Swish~

Four divine swords rushed out of the Wushuang sword box, and charged towards Zhou Yuanjun with unparalleled momentum, and Zidian also joined them.

The five eighth-rank divine swords suddenly showed their sharpness, and their sword energy shot out, cutting towards Zhou Yuanjun from all angles. With such power, when they met mountains and broke mountains, they met rivers and divided rivers, even land gods would be torn to pieces in front of them.

"!"

Zhou Yuanjun said to Long Yuan, the seven-star Long Yuan sword automatically came out of its sheath, and the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, blocking the five divine swords that were cut one after another, no matter how exquisitely Huang Dingyuan manipulated it, it was useless.

The five divine swords fought with Qixing Longyuan for a while, but they were still unable to break through its defense, causing Zhou Yuanjun a little damage.

"Greedy wolf, seven kills, and broken army, give it to me!"

Seeing that the five divine swords could not attack for a long time, Huang Dingyuan yelled again, and the three divine swords rushed out of the Wushuang sword box, slashing them with boundless killing spirit, and even faintly seduced the greedy wolves, Pojun and Qisha in the sky Three stars, making the power of the three divine swords a little stronger.

...asking for flowers...

With the addition of the three divine swords, the eight divine swords joined forces to besiege Qixing Longyuan, and immediately suppressed Qixing Longyuan.

Although Qixing Longyuan is a peerless magic weapon with a weapon spirit, the weapon spirit is equivalent to the intelligence of seven or eight years old. It is impossible to imagine that it can win directly. Huang Dingyuan is not a rookie sword cultivator

The people around watching the battle were relieved when they saw that Qixing Longyuan was suppressed. If it could fight an eleventh-level sword cultivator by itself, it would be too shocking, even if the purple-clothed sword king didn't attack with all his strength.

"Come!"

Zhou Yuanjun stretched out his hand, and the Seven Star Dragon Yuan immediately flew into his hand. He held a sword in his right hand, and it was too late.

Immediately, the sword energy took shape, turned into a sword light, and the sword intent emerged, forming a beautiful sword flower with twelve petals, emerging from Zhou Yuanjun's head.

In an instant, the intent of the sword soared into the sky, surging for 30,000 miles, across the twenty-seven states, and countless strong men felt it. Worshiping in the direction where Zhou Yuanjun is, it seems that he is worshiping a future swordsman.

"cut!"

Zhou Yuanjun gave a soft drink, and the twelve leaves of the sword flower fell off one after another, each carrying a sword intent to kill the eight divine swords.

The eight divine swords were buzzing, Huang Dingyuan felt a great threat, his face was extremely solemn, and he shouted:

"Spring breeze, summer rain, autumn snow, winter electricity, give me!"

The four seasons and four phases swords rushed out, each slashing towards one of the petal swords.

boom~

The twelve eighth-grade divine swords collided with the twelve-petal sword intent of the sword flower, and an extremely violent and powerful sword light burst out immediately, and the sword lights of various colors rushed to the surroundings in ten tyrannical aftermaths.

The spectators rushed to block it, but they couldn't stop it at all. They vomited blood and flew backwards at the slightest contact. Fortunately, Zhou Yuanjun came to the rescue in time.

Only then did everyone look over with lingering fear, and saw that the center of the battle had dispersed, the twelve petal sword flowers dissipated, and the twelve divine swords also returned to Huang Dingyuan's side, and their power was severely damaged.

PS: Damn, I originally wanted to finish this plot in this chapter, but I found out that I need another chapter to do it. .