Starting From Huashan Sword Slave, Signing For Ten Years

The Divine Soldier is born!

The whole body is radiant, sometimes red, sometimes black, very strange.

The evil light made the hearts of all those who looked at it beat violently and sting, and a chill spread in the bone marrow.

puff! The weaker fighters vomited blood in unison, not daring to look at the divine soldiers.

The Yitian sword in Liu Wu's hands vibrated slightly, not because he was afraid, but because he was excited to meet the same kind and try to compare the sharpness.

She tried her best to control the Yitian sword.

Fortunately, everyone's attention was focused on the unborn soldier, and no one paid attention to her.

"Senior brother, what's the matter with you?" Zhong Yuxiu glanced at the group of senior brothers who vomited blood and staggered to the ground, suddenly surprised.

The people nearby also covered their chests one after another, not daring to raise their heads.

"Huh?" She looked at Ye Qing.

Ye Qing shrugged innocently, expressing that he didn't know either.

"Evil soldier! I didn't expect that the sword forged in Shenjian Villa was an evil soldier. No wonder Master didn't let me snatch it. The power of the evil soldier is treacherous, but it is very easy to attack the master, and it doesn't match my ruthless palace skills."

But in the seat behind, Zhao Man'er suddenly realized, his eyes were on the high platform, and he glanced at the few people who were still standing safely.

There were only four people in the audience who were safe and sound, and who dared to look directly at the shocking evil.

Liu Wushuang, Yue Linger, Zhong Yuxiu, Ye Qing, and the few remaining people, even if they were not injured, did not dare to look directly at them.

Zhao Man'er was surprised, Yue Ling'er had a strong foundation, he could control his body strength freely, and he didn't cause internal shock and injury due to evil soldiers.

Liu Wushuang has a mysterious sword eye, which is extremely resistant to the treacherous abilities of evil soldiers, which makes sense.

But the other one, what is the little girl from Wudang Mountain? She is only at the peak of the Xuan rank, and her strength is clearly visible in her eyes. She can only be regarded as a good aptitude, so why should she resist evil soldiers?

Until Zhao Man'er's eyes fell on Ye Qing, he was instantly shocked.

Ye Qing's figure was too weird, she saw it in her eyes, but in her perception, it seemed like it didn't exist, it seemed to be just a phantom.

Suddenly, Zhao Man'er was thoughtful, this is an existence comparable to her master...or stronger.

...

"The divine weapon 'Shocking Evil'! Hahahaha, sixty years of hard work at the Divine Sword Villa finally got what it wanted!"

In front of the sword casting furnace, Duan Zongxing raised his hands high, looking like a fanatic. For a swordsmith, forging divine weapons is a lifelong wish, and for warriors, divine weapons are a dream.

Now, double happiness is coming, how can he not be excited!

Wan Bing Mountain is in all directions, and there is a majestic atmosphere.

There were more than a dozen figures rushing straight towards Jing Xie who was hanging in the air, including Wang Ruan, who stepped forward, and the figures rushed towards Jing Xie like cannonballs.

Originally, the righteous words were to help the few people in the Shenjian Villa, turning a blind eye to the enemies who were rushing straight at the shocking evil.

Only the team in Wudang Mountain, the head elder entangled the nearest enemy, was the lowest rank in the sky.

Zhang Shenxiu and other six people at the top of the earth rank formed a formation in an instant, trapping the enemy inside.

"Hey, I'm just the weakest one." Amid the seven-star sword aura, the evil-looking young man dodged around, avoiding the sword aura, with an ugly expression on his face, "I have no enmity with you Wudang either."

"Wudang promised Shenjian Villa to help stop the enemy, and his ability is limited, so we can only trap you!" The third elder Wudang grinned, "It depends on whether your companions are willing to help you, otherwise, you will die !"

"Damn... how about this, everyone give up and just pretend I haven't been here?"

As the sword energy became stronger and stronger, the seven-star sword array showed its power, even if it was a low-ranked one, it was unable to catch it, and gradually fell into a disadvantage, and the young man regretted it unceasingly.

...

Just when everyone's attention was on the many powerful enemies that suddenly appeared.

Duan Zongxing's face was serious, surrounded by thirty-six swordsmiths, they surrounded the divine soldiers.

The 700 iron-clad warriors in Shenjian Villa changed their formations to protect the swordsmith team and be alert to enemies who might sneak attack at any time.

Behind a huge boulder nearby, a middle-aged man wearing a light blue robe walked out, his appearance was ordinary and cold.

But the patterns on his robes are striking,

On the top is a sky full of stars, and in the middle is a fiery red sun pattern.

The middle-aged man was holding a light red long sword, the body of the sword was hot, his back was facing the guard circle of the dead soldiers, and he was shouting orders in front of everyone.

"The birth of the Divine Soldier from the Divine Sword Villa today is a great thing in the Southern Region.

"According to the palace lord's instructions, those of the top ten sects and aristocratic families who are present today, not only must not have the slightest greed, but must also fully protect Duan Zongxing, and thoroughly forge the magic weapon.

"If you slack off, you will be punished severely!"

The indifferent voice reverberated throughout Wanbing Mountain, shaking the air.

Everyone was shocked, "Sun Moon Palace!"

"He is wearing the Sun Star Robe... Could it be that he is a Sun Slave of the Sun Moon Palace?"

There was a lot of exclamation, not only because of the identity of this mysterious middle-aged man, but also because of his escaping aura, the peak of the heavenly rank!

It is possible that the entire field of heaven will join hands to defeat this person.

The uninvited guests stopped in their tracks one after another, with surprised expressions on their faces, "He is a Japanese slave!"

Legend has it that there are two servants under the old man Tianji of the Sun Moon Palace, Sun Nu and Yue Nu, who have long been famous in the Southern Region.

There was a stalemate for a while, people who had their own ulterior motives, at most, there were only three or five people who had planned to collude to rob in advance, and the others were on a whim. When they saw someone going up, they followed and tried to rob.

Therefore, this relationship is not strong. Who dares to be the first to provoke Japanese slaves?

On the side of the top ten sects, Wu Yousan, Yue Qianshan and other heaven-level masters looked at each other and examined the situation in the field.

"Observe! Wu Yousan of Sword Intent Zong, is willing to do his best to help Old Master Duan forge divine weapons."

"Haiya Pavilion Zhou Tao, I will definitely go all out!"

"..."

For a time, the top ten sects, plus the Tianjie from two aristocratic families, a total of nine people, all agreed, looking like they were fighting against each other.

For one thing, Sun Moon Palace is still the leader of the Wulin League on the surface.

Secondly, the situation on the field is very clear. Among the eleven enemies who came out to snatch, the strength is no higher than the top rank of the sky, and there is only one person. How can it be possible to reverse the situation?

Since no one can disturb the situation, even if these members of the Wulin League have small thoughts, it is impossible to show it.

In front of the suspended shock, Duan Zongxing paid attention to the surrounding situation and was a little surprised. He thought... there would be a fight.

Of course this is better, he can proceed to the next stage with peace of mind, he ordered to the surrounding swordsmiths: "Pour the blood of Yuyang Fox!"

Everyone took out a fist-sized porcelain bottle and smashed it at Jingxie. When they were still three inches away, they were blocked by an invisible barrier and shattered one after another. The dark red viscous liquid completely covered Jingxie.

"Inscription!"

Duan Zongxing squeezed his sword fingers, used his internal force to control the dark red blood from the air, and began to imprint mysterious inscriptions on his sword body.

"Ode to the Buddhist scriptures of blood, subdue the demons and strengthen the righteousness!" The swordsmiths, neatly and uniformly separated their wrists, and while chanting, their own blood turned into Buddhist Sanskrit, merging into the shocking evil,

Time passed by every minute and every second, and the evil power of frightening evil was constantly suppressed, and a faint peaceful atmosphere emerged from the sword body, and it was gradually growing