Rebirth of the supernatural sword emperor

"But it looks much more exciting than the 3D special effects!" Jiang Nan took out a pack of melon seeds from the space ring and said while eating it.

"Asshole! You're about to die, and you still have time to eat melon seeds! You think it's a blockbuster movie!" Sicheng Wending said with a black line on his head.

"Otherwise, what can you do? If you don't have any superpowers or internal strength, how can you go up and help?" Jiang Nan spat out the melon seed shells and said nonchalantly.

The giant blue dragon in the field looked at the two tigers on the ground with some fear, looking at the golden eagle in the sky with some fear, and spit out a stream of ice dragon breath into the sky unwillingly.

He leaned over and crashed into the city wall, transforming into an eyeless dragon again. The small black dragon flew out of the wall and swam towards the token in the middle-aged man's hand.

"Hmph!" The middle-aged man put away the token, and the two tigers jumped onto the base and turned into two stone tigers again, looking into the distance.

"It's really boring!" Jiang Nan said regretfully as he put away the melon seeds.

"Enter the palace!" The middle-aged man raised his hand, and the chariot slowly moved forward, heading towards the Afang Palace.

There are two-story ancient buildings with cornices on both sides, red pillars and green tiles, with a poetic and picturesque freehand brushwork, like a book with the fragrance of ink. The tight fish-scale tiles, neatly arranged, all show the rigor and rigidity of the Qin people.

But the doors of the houses on both sides were closed, and there was not a single pedestrian on the roadside, and there was no life at all. The whole palace seemed dead and empty.

The three of them temporarily forgot that they were prisoners, and looked at the surrounding scenery with great interest. Five steps to the pavilion, and ten steps to the first floor. The three of them felt that their eyes could not keep up.

"Luxury!" Sicheng Wending said enviously.

"Exquisite!" Changsun Xin sighed in admiration.

"We don't charge tickets yet!" Jiang Nan said happily.

After walking for more than half an hour, the Bluestone Avenue finally reached the end. In a wide square paved with white marble, a giant sculpture thirty-four meters high appeared in front of the three of them.

There is a sculpture of a man wearing a dragon-patterned robe, pointing a sword into the distance as if charging, with cold eyes and boundless murderous intent. Even from a hundred meters away, you can feel the boundless oppression on the sculpture.

"Is this the First Emperor?" Sicheng Wending swallowed his saliva and said in shock.

"If it is really an imperial mausoleum, and if such a big statue is blatantly erected, no one except the First Emperor would dare to do so!" Changsun Xin said, looking at the statue blankly.

"What a strong sense of oppression, and murderous intent!" Jiang Nan was also deeply shocked. In those cold eyes, he felt that he had nowhere to hide.

The three of them were severely shocked by the statue, and the chariot slowly stopped in front of the statue. Dozens of dragon guards behind them knelt on the ground, saluting reverently as if they were worshiping gods. Then they turned and left.

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"The main palace has arrived, please follow me into the palace!" The middle-aged man got off the chariot and said to the three of them.

"We are going to see the First Emperor?" Jiang Nan asked.

The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Nan's beautiful face and said with a hint of strangeness in his eyes: "Yes, it's the king!"

"Dare I ask your name!" Jiang Nan jumped off the chariot and stood in front of the middle-aged man and said.

"What do you want?" The middle-aged man glanced at Jiang Nan and said curiously.

"You're here! How can I be teased by you at will?" Jiang Nan flipped his hand, and the Tang Dao instantly appeared in his hand. It turned into an afterimage and stabbed towards the middle-aged man.

"You dare!" The middle-aged man raised the bronze sword with his backhand, and the Tang knife stabbed the bronze sword.

"Brother Nan, can you use supernatural powers?" Changsun Xin said in shock.

"Of course not, but you seem to have forgotten that I am an external cultivator and have no internal strength!" A slight smile appeared on Jiang Nan's beautiful face, but the Tang Dao in his hand did not hesitate for a moment.

There is no ability to cultivate sword skills externally without cultivating internal strength. It all depends on the understanding of weapons and Tao, as well as the control of one's own mind and energy. But in this space, it is impossible to summon the natal sword beast. I don't know the middle-aged man in front of me.

How are people summoned? Jiang Nan thought with gritted teeth.

The gleaming Tang sword glowed with blood-red light and stabbed the middle-aged man seven times in an instant, pointing at various key joints on the middle-aged man's body.

The middle-aged man had no time to pull out the bronze sword, so he was forced to use the sword as a stick and dance in a circle to block Jiang Nan's attack.

"Dang, Dang, Dang!" The Tang Dao hit the bronze sword and made a series of crisp and rapid sounds.

"Drink!" The middle-aged man shouted fiercely, and golden sword energy erupted from his body, turning into countless golden arrows and shooting towards Jiangnan, completely abandoning his defense and fighting for his life.

Jiang Nan had no choice but to draw his sword and return to defense. He tapped his toes back a few times and jumped to a place more than ten meters away in a few ups and downs. Jiang Nan held the Tang sword in his right hand and looked at the middle-aged man with a cold expression.

"External cultivator? Is there anyone in this world who dares to practice this way? Your talent is commendable, but you are still no match for me!" The middle-aged man drew out his bronze sword and looked at Jiangnan and said.

"Let's talk about it after the fight!" Jiang Nan was too lazy to talk nonsense, and blood-red sword energy suddenly erupted from his body, and he rushed towards the middle-aged man.

"The name of the sword is Qingfeng. It is three feet and two inches long and four fingers wide. It is made of fine bronze stone for a thousand years. It takes ten years to sharpen the sword!" The middle-aged man ignored Jiang Nan who was rushing towards him and introduced the bronze sword in his hand.

"One sword, Shura!" The Tang sword in Jiang Nan's hand was instantly filled with blood-red sword energy, swelling dozens of times, and turned into a huge bloody sword more than ten meters long. Jiang Nan raised his hands high and fiercely aimed at the middle-aged man.

People are chopped away.

"Once it comes out, the world will know!" The middle-aged man held the sword in his right hand and lightly touched the sword with his left hand. The bronze sword made a crisp sound as if a spell had been cast.

"One sword, Shura!" The Tang sword in Jiang Nan's hand was instantly filled with blood-red sword energy, swelling dozens of times, and turned into a huge bloody sword more than ten meters long. Jiang Nan raised his hands high and fiercely aimed at the middle-aged man.

People are chopped away.

"Once it comes out, the world will know!" The middle-aged man held the sword in his right hand and lightly touched the sword with his left hand. The bronze sword made a crisp sound as if a spell had been cast.

The bronze sword flew up in the air and stood on top of the middle-aged man's head. Jiang Nan's powerful and heavy sword was gently caught by the bronze sword.

A strong wind blew up beside the two of them, with the two as the starting point, and swept wildly in all directions. It was the air driven by Jiangnan's sword energy, and the strong wind caused by it hit Sicheng Wending and Changsun who were dozens of meters away.

Xin could hardly stand.

After all, the two of them are just ordinary people now, so they have no ability to resist, so they can only hide in the tank and continue to watch the battle.

"Award, what moves does that man use? Does he also have spiritual powers?" Changsun Xin asked doubtfully as he looked at the bronze sword standing above the middle-aged man's head.

"Fucking superpowers, that's the sword control technique that only masters of swordsmanship can master. They control the sword with Qi, fly the sword in the air, and kill people thousands of miles away!" Sicheng Wending looked at the bronze sword standing above the middle-aged man's head with envy and disdain.

Look at Chang Sun Xin’s ignorance.