I Have Countless Swords

Chapter 157 Nineteen Years Old, Evil Song Sword

An hour later, Xiao Jinghong, Zhao Congjian and others packed up everything.

They surrounded Chen for a long time with strange expressions.

Chen was still lying on the ground sleeping soundly for a long time, even snoring.

"What's the matter? He doesn't seem right..."

Bei Xiaowangjian frowned and asked, no matter how snooze it is, this is impossible.

Could it be that this kid ate some poisonous fruit?

The little black snake came over and slapped him in the face with its tail, swiping it ten times in a row, until his cheeks were swollen like a pig's head.

Zhou Xuanji kicked the little black snake away with one foot, and then asked the old man of the robbery: "Tell me, what's the matter with him?"

The old man kept a wretched smile.

That expression seems to say, hurry up and ask me, I know.

Hearing this, the old man of Roofing Cliff stroked his beard, shook his head, and sighed: "This kid is the Huanglong Imperial Vessel, very similar to your Great Zhou Imperial Vein."

"Every dynasty has an imperial vein, and it is a talent that can only be born from the direct blood of the emperor who opened the dynasty."

"The Great Chen Dynasty has existed for a long time, and its ancestor is the reincarnation of the ancient Huanglong, which is extremely powerful."

"This kid is transforming now, transforming into a yellow dragon. Of course, this process is very dangerous, and he has only 10% hope."

"If he died, our troubles would be even greater."

Chen Bantian is dead, and the Haoqi Alliance will completely shift the target to them.

The temptation of the world map is too great.

The old man who had lived for a long time knew this.

Zhou Xuanji said: "Chongming, carry him, we should also set off. If they die on the road, we will not go to Dachen for the time being and continue to find a place to practice."

Everyone nodded and started to move forward.

Along the way, they did not forget to cultivate, especially Xiao Jinghong, Zhao Congjian and Bei Xiaowangjian.

Zhou Xuanji asked them to practice swords while walking.

In this way, when the team is advancing, there is one person on the left and right and one at the end dancing swords forward, and the picture is quite artistic.

Outside of Dashang, the sky is clear.

"It is detected that the sword master has reached the age of nineteen, and the random lottery starts!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the Sword Master for winning the Amethyst Evil Song Sword, Silver Dog-Slaughtering Sword, and Bronze Wanchai Sword!"

Zhou Xuanji, who was walking forward, heard the voice of the sword spirit.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

Another Amethyst Divine Sword!

It seems that as his cultivation level grows, so does his luck.

Unfortunately, Amethyst is no longer the divine sword level he desires.

He is looking forward to Heavenly Soul, Tyrannical Soul, and even higher-level Divine Swords!

Mortal Stone, Black Iron, Bronze, Silver, Gold, Amethyst, Jin Yao, Heavenly Soul, Tyrannical Soul, Shaking Immortal, Slaughtering God, Destroying the World!

Thinking about him makes him a little excited.

At this time, the information of the three divine swords appeared in front of him:

Sword Name: Evil Song Sword

Grade: Amethyst

Description: The evil song sword has a magic circle in it. Once activated, the evil song can disrupt the enemy's spiritual energy and blood during battle.

Sword Name: Dog-Slaughtering Sword

Grade: Silver

Description: Killing a dog is like plucking its hair, easy and freehand.

Sword Name: Wan Chai Sword

Grade: Bronze

Description: Chopping wood with this sword is like a divine help!

Zhou Xuanji blinked, the Evil Song Sword was fine, after all, it was the Amethyst Divine Sword.

But are Tugou Sword and Wan Chai Sword serious?

He was a little speechless, feeling that the Supreme Excalibur system would always produce some strange swords.

In the dark, as if there is a force that is manipulating his luck, making him laugh or cry.

He took out three divine swords to check.

at the same time.

The old man of Daoya stood on the back of Chongming Demon Emperor and observed Chen Bantian.

Chen was lying on his back for a long time, slumbering, his mouth was flowing, and his face was a little hideous.

"I am the lord of the world... You **** dare to do politics... I am an invincible existence... You should all submit to me..."

"Someone... take my world map..."

He murmured indistinctly in his mouth, immersed in dreams every day.

The old man of Roof Cliff touched his chin and said to himself, "Interesting, it seems that he is really likely to awaken the Huanglong Emperor's veins, and I don't know if this is good or bad."

He subconsciously looked back at Zhou Xuanji.

Zhou Xuanji was fiddling with the three newly acquired Divine Swords and did not notice his gaze.

"The imperial veins collide, but if one of the imperial veins surrenders, it can actually boost the luck of the other imperial vein."

He muttered, and then began to pinpoint his fingers.

He wanted to calculate the fate of Zhou Xuanji in the future.

"puff"

He suddenly spewed a mouthful of blood, and the blood mixed with saliva sprinkled on Chen Bantian's face, and also on the head of the Demon Emperor Chongming.

"Your mother! What are you doing?"

The Demon Emperor Chongming got angry, stopped suddenly, and shook the old man and Chen Bantian down.

He quickly turned into a human body, took out a cloth and wiped his head, his face full of anger and disgust, feeling extremely disgusting.

Everyone else came around.

The cultivation of the old man of the robbery is the highest in the field, why would he suddenly vomit blood?

I saw him get up from the ground, pointed at Zhou Xuanji tremblingly, and exclaimed in horror, "You are in trouble! Big trouble!"

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was shocked and inexplicably terrified.

It was the first time that they saw the old man of Daoya so terrified. Even in the face of Lin Guanyu, he could act calmly.

Zhou Xuanji was depressed and asked, "What am I doing?"

It is said that disaster is imminent for no reason~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Who can be happy?

What's more, the other party is his own teacher.

"I just calculated your fate, and your fate was chaotic, which made me encounter the power of backlash."

"I've encountered this situation twice."

The old man of Roofing Cliff tried his best to calm down his emotions, but the worry and fear in his eyes were difficult to dissipate for a long time.

Xiao Jinghong frowned and asked, "Who was it last time?"

"The Emperor Beiming gluttonous..."

The old man of the robbery replied, saying this name, he couldn't help trembling all over.

Beiming Emperor gluttonous?

what is that?

The crowd was puzzled.

"Emperor Beiming? You dare to guess him, you are very good at killing him!"

Demon Emperor Chongming exclaimed while wiping his head.

This sentence made everyone more curious about who the Emperor Beiming was?

Zhou Xuanji was also very curious, and withdrew his sword and walked towards the old man.

rumbling

At this moment, the plain suddenly shook violently, as if a great earthquake had struck.

Everyone turned their heads and saw that the dust was billowing at the end of the horizon on the east side, and the ground was cracked, as if some behemoth was attacking them from the ground, with a huge momentum.

"tank!"

Zhou Xuanji immediately shouted.

"moo"

The Chongming Demon Emperor roared, and his body was tall, reaching a height of a hundred feet. The horns were soaring to the sky, and the hair on his body was like a raging flame, like a demon who broke out from hell, full of domineering.

He punched the ground.

The ground in front collapsed instantly, and a terrifying force raged forward, colliding with the incoming mysterious existence.

There was another earth-shattering roar, and a beam of black light suddenly rushed out from the ground, like a sharp arrow, only to see the hole pierced through the chest of the Demon Emperor Chongming, and the blood spilled into the sky.

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Chapter 157 Nineteen Years Old, Evil Song Sword