Starting From Huashan Sword Slave, Signing For Ten Years

Shenbing, born!

The whole body is radiant, sometimes crimson, sometimes jet black, very strange.

The evil light caused all those who watched it to beat fiercely and sting, and a chill spread in the bone marrow.

puff! The weaker warriors vomited blood all together, not daring to look at the gods.

The Heavenly Sword in Liu Wu's hands shook slightly, not because he was afraid, but when he encountered the same kind, he tried to compare with sharp excitement.

She tried her best to control the Yitian Sword.

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

"Brother, what's the matter with you?" Zhong Yuxiu glanced at the group of senior brothers who were vomiting blood and stumbling on their knees, suddenly surprised.

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

"Huh?" She looked at Ye Qing.

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

"Evil Soldier! I didn't expect that what the Excalibur Villa cast was an evil soldier. It's no wonder that the master wouldn't let me grab it. The evil army is powerful, but it's easy to bite the master, and it doesn't match my ruthless palace technique."

But on the back seat, Zhao Man'er suddenly realized, his eyes were on the high platform, and the few people who were still standing safe and sound swept past.

There were only four people who were safe and sound, and dared to continue to look directly at the evil spirits.

Liu Wushuang, Yue Ling'er, Zhong Yuxiu, Ye Qing, there were only a few people left, even if they were not injured, they did not dare to look directly at them.

Zhao Man'er was surprised that Yue Ling'er had a solid foundation and was able to freely control his physical strength, and did not cause internal shocks or injuries due to evil soldiers.

Liu Wushuang had mysterious sword eyes, and he was extremely resistant to evil soldiers' tricky abilities, which made sense.

But the other one, what's the reason for the little girl in Wudang Mountain? At the pinnacle of the Profound Stage, her strength was so subtle in her eyes that she could only be regarded as a good aptitude, so why did she resist evil soldiers?

Until Zhao Man'er's eyes fell on Ye Qing, she was shocked for an instant.

Ye Qing's figure is too weird, she saw it in her eyes, but in her perception, it seemed to be non-existent, it seemed to be just a phantom.

Suddenly, Zhao Man'er was thoughtful, this was an existence that was equal to or stronger than her master.

…

"Shen Bing's "Frightening evil"! Hahahaha, Sixty years of hard work, Divine Sword Villa finally got what he wanted!"

In front of the sword-making furnace, Duan Zongxing held his hands high and looked like a fanatic. For the swordsmith, forging the magic weapon is a lifelong wish, and for the warrior, the magic weapon is a dream thing.

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

From all directions, Wan Bingshan breathed a majestic atmosphere.

There were more than a dozen figures, rushing towards the frightening evil that was standing in the air, including Wang Ruan, stepping out, and the figures rushing towards the frightening evil like a cannonball.

The original righteous words were to help the few people in the Excalibur Villa, turning a blind eye to the enemies who were rushing to shock the evil.

Only Wudang Mountain's team, the leader of the elders, entangled the nearest enemy, the lower rank of the world.

Zhang Shenxiu and other six figures at the pinnacle of the tiers, the formations were opened instantly, trapping the enemy in them.

"Hey, I'm just the weakest one." In the Senran Seven Stars sword aura, the evil youth flickered, avoiding the sword aura, and his face was ugly, "I also have no enemies with you in Wudang."

"Wudang promised Divine Sword Villa to help stop the enemy. His ability is limited, so I can only trap you!" The third elder Wudang grinned, "It depends on your companions, are you willing to help you, otherwise, you will die." !"

"I rely on...Let's do it, everyone will stop, just as if I haven't been here?"

As the sword aura became more and more fierce, the Seven-Star Sword Array showed its power, even if it was a low-rank one, it was too weak, and gradually fell into a disadvantage, and the youth regretted it.

…

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

Duan Zongxing had a serious face, and thirty-six swordsmiths around him surrounded Xiang Shenbing.

The seven hundred iron-clad dead soldiers in Excalibur Villa changed their formations to protect the team of swordsmiths and guard against enemies who might sneak attack at any time.

Behind a huge rock nearby, walked out a middle-aged man in a pale blue robe with a mediocre appearance and cold appearance.

But the pattern on his robe is very eye-catching, with the sky full of stars and the fiery red sun pattern in the center.

The middle-aged man is holding a pale red long sword with a hot sword body, his back facing the guard circle of the dead, and facing everyone's orders.

"Today, the birth of the God Sword Villa in the Southern Territory is a great thing.

"From the palace lord's word, the ten major factions and aristocratic families present today, but those above the heavenly ranks, not only must not have half greed, but also must fully support Duan Zongxing and thoroughly forge the gods.

"If there is any slack, it will be punished severely!"

The indifferent voice echoed the entire Wanbing Mountain, and the air vibrated.

Everyone was shocked, "Sun Moon Palace!"

"He is wearing a sun-star robe... Is it a sun-moon palace sun-slave?"

The exclamation sounded, not only because of the identity of this mysterious middle-aged man, but also because of his escaped aura, the pinnacle of heaven!

It is possible to defeat this person only if the whole audience joins forces.

Uninvited guests stopped one after another, showing shocked expressions, "He is a Japanese slave!"

Legend has it that the two major servants under the seat of the old man in the Sun Moon Palace, the Sun Slave and the Moon Slave, are the long-standing predecessors of the Southern Region.

There was a stalemate for a while, and there were people who were pregnant with ghosts. At most, only three or five had planned to collude and snatch.

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

Here at the top ten factions, Wu Yousan, Yue Qianshan and other celestial masters looked at each other and then looked at the situation in the field.

"Yes! Wu Yousan of Sword Intent Sect, willing to help the old owner of Duan to forge the magic weapon."

"Haiya Pavilion Zhou Tao, must go all out!"

"..."

For a time, the ten major factions, plus two celestial ranks from a family, a total of nine people, all agreed, and they looked like the same enemy.

In the first place, the Sun Moon Palace was clearly the leader of the Wulin League.

Secondly, the situation on the field is very clear. The eleven enemies that came out to snatch, are the highest in strength but only a top-ranked Heavenly Rank, 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 are careful, they cannot show it.

In front of the floating horror, 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 the swordsmiths around the circle: "Pour the blood of Yuyang Fox!"

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

"Inscription!"

Duan Zongxing pinched his sword fingers, used his internal force to control the dark red blood through the air, and began to imprint profound inscriptions on his sword body.

"Blood chanting Buddhist scriptures, lowering demons and strengthening righteousness!" The swordsmiths, neatly and uniformly, separated their wrists together, and while chanting, their own blood turned into Buddhist Sanskrit and blended into the evil spirits.

As time passed by, the evil force of frightening evil was constantly suppressed, and a faint and peaceful aura emerged from the sword body, and it was gradually growing.