I Have Countless Swords

Deep in the Nether Demon Stream, there is a gate at the bottom of the mountain wall. Although it is dilapidated, the palace inside still exists.

The palace is large and guarded by thirty disciples of the Tang royal family.

Tang Juetian was standing in front of a sarcophagus. He was wearing a large blue robe, his face was cold, his eyes were sharp, and he was standing like a long spear, full of momentum.

Following his gaze, there was a stone sword lying in the coffin.

This stone sword is one meter long, and the blade is more than ten centimeters wide, in the shape of a gourd-like elongated.

There is an eyeball between the blade and the hilt, which resembles a human eye.

It was still turning, as if looking around, terrifyingly.

Tang Juetian murmured, "Is it really a holy sword?"

A voice sounded in his heart, bewitching him to reach for the sword, but his heart was rock solid and unmoved.

At this time, a disciple walked ten steps away, clasped his fists at him and shouted, "Master, Lu Tingjun of the Great Heavenly Dynasty is here!"

Lu Tingjun!

Before the appearance of Emperor Jundao, the first genius of the Great Heavenly God Dynasty reached the Immortal Lixu Jue Immortal at the age of only 8,000 years old.

Tang Juetian narrowed his eyes and said, "I didn't expect him to come too. It just so happened that the last time I fought with him has not yet been decided."

He turned around and walked towards the gate, leaving a sentence: "No one should approach the sarcophagus. That sword is an evil sword, which will deceive people. If anyone catches it, it will be swallowed up."

As soon as these words came out, the thirty disciples of the Tang royal family froze in fear.

They are all from the same clan, and I believe that Tang Juetian will not deceive them, because Tang Juetian has never touched that sword from beginning to end.

Soon, Tang Juetian left.

Not long after he left.

The three of Zhou Xuanji touched it, and when they looked from a distance, they could see the gate, which was guarded by monks.

Wu Prison pondered: "Lan Changying, you go to attract a wave of enemies first, I will take another shot, and lead another wave away, after that, Brother Xuanji will go to capture the sword."

Lan Changying nodded, without saying a word, she quickly picked up her sword and rushed out.

The cultivation realm of these Tang royal family disciples is only Tianzhuan Jinxian, although the lowest is above the seventh rank, but where is Lan Shangying's opponent.

Lan Changying quickly grabbed a female disciple and said with a sneer, "That's just what the Tang royal family is like!"

After she finished speaking, she plundered the female disciple, and immediately eight male disciples roared and chased after her.

"stop!"

"Let go of my cousin!"

"Where did the demon girl come from, do you want to offend the Tang royal family?"

"Damn!"

The dim light in the ground made them unable to see Lan Changying's face clearly.

After they left, Wu Prison followed suit, attracting seven disciples in the same way.

There were only thirteen disciples left in the palace.

Zhou Xuanji put on an iron mask and killed with a soft sword.

He first drained the mana of these disciples, and then stabbed them with a sword, causing them to fall powerless to the ground.

In order to prevent ripping off his face with the Tang royal family, he did not want to kill anyone.

The Tang royal family is also considered righteous. In the future, it is theoretically inferior, and they are not ashamed to speak.

In less than a while, the thirteen disciples of the Tang royal family fell to the ground weakly, looking at Zhou Xuanji angrily.

They didn't even have the strength to speak.

Zhou Xuanji came to the sarcophagus and glanced at the stone sword.

Is this the holy sword?

Why so evil?

Zhou Xuanji looked at the eyes on the stone sword in surprise. He did not immediately reach out and grab it, but communicated with Jiuhun.

Liu Wuji pondered: "It shouldn't be the holy sword, I feel that there are soul fluctuations in the sword."

Oh?

Could it be that there is an old demon hidden in this sword, deliberately pretending to be a holy sword, and then taking it away?

Zhou Xuanji raised the Eternal Divine Sword and slashed it with one sword.

Clang——

The stone sword was broken, the pupil of the eyeball shrank, and it no longer wandered, and even lost its expression.

Zhou Xuanji looked calm, but Jiuhun exploded.

Zhao Di exclaimed: "My brother, you just cut it like this? I haven't investigated it yet!"

Other souls can't understand it either.

Running all the way, even if it is not a holy sword, it can be regarded as a harvest.

Zhou Xuanji said casually, "I don't need any other swords besides the holy sword."

He now has nearly 200 divine swords, and he is not worried about swords.

After the stone sword was broken, there was no vision.

Everything seemed so peaceful.

Zhou Xuanji stared at that eye thoughtfully.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and used Heavenly Dao Immortal Power to pull out that eye from the air.

He directly put his eyes into the Supreme Treasury, he asked about the sword spirit, and evil things into the Supreme Treasury must also be suppressed.

Of course, the Supreme Vault repels living creatures.

This eyeball is not alive.

After doing all this, Zhou Xuanji left quickly.

He quickly found Wu Prison and Lan Changying, the two let go of the Tang royal family disciples, and the three disappeared into the darkness at an extremely fast speed.

Those disciples of the Tang royal family understood that this was a plan to move the tiger away from the mountain, and they stopped chasing and returned to the palace one after another.

When they saw that the stone sword was broken, they were all dumbfounded.

...

The three of Zhou Xuanji landed behind a boulder, Wu Prison asked about the situation, and Zhou Xuanji answered truthfully.

Knowing that the stone sword was cut off by his sword, Wu prisoner regretted: "It doesn't seem to be a holy sword, how can the real holy sword be so fragile."

Lan Changying nodded, this trip was a waste of time.

They started planning to go back.

Zhou Xuanji opened his mouth and said, "I want to challenge Tang Juetian, only to decide the outcome, not life or death. Shouldn't the Tang royal family have an excuse to attack?"

Wu Prison widened his eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and said, "Are you crazy?"

Tang Juetian, who holds the emperor's magic weapon, is an existence that he can't deal with. Does Zhou Xuanji have to leave himself a defeat?

Zhou Xuanji smiled and said, "If Shenya wants to rise, he also needs fame. If I defeat Tang Juetian, will more people want to join Shenya?"

Lan Changying threw him a roll of eyes and asked, "What if you lose?"

Zhou Xuanji said to himself, "I won't lose!"

He wanted to prove his true strength.

Wu Prison and the two could not beat him, so they had to let him challenge Tang Juetian.

The two did not follow, so as not to be recognized by the disciples of the Tang royal family.

Zhou Xuanji took out a handful of divine swords, gathered them into a river of swords, stepped on the river and lifted into the sky, domineering and domineering, seeing Wu Prison and Lan Changying looking at each other, they could see the surprise in each other's eyes.

What a powerful breath!

on the ground.

Tang Juetian is fighting against Lu Tingjun of the Great Heavenly Dynasty.

The two were powerful and extremely fast, as if two light rainbows collided wildly in the air.

Many monks watched the battle from a distance.

"So strong!"

"Both of them are second-rank emperors. It is said that they have fought before, and there is no victory or defeat."

"Since Emperor Jundao joined the Great Heavenly God Dynasty, Lu Tingjun has been ignored, but I didn't expect him to be so strong."

"Their strength is considered strong in Lixu Jue Xian."

"This time, the holy sword is out of play."

The Heavenly Temple side was also watching the battle, and Emperor Zhou Yan looked at this epic battle with envy on his face.

If he can also be so powerful, why should he be an ox and a horse under the Heavenly Palace.

He suddenly thought of his son Zhou Xuanji, and he didn't know what kind of strength that kid was now.

His smile became bitter, he was obviously a father and son, but there was a estrangement deeper than the enemy.

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