I'm such an old god, so sorry

They believe and even believe in the throne, no matter what the latter wants to do, they will follow to the death.

The sudden appearance of the Throne and the group made the Yahad Legion a stop, and Draven, who was under the protection of the Legion, was shocked when they saw it.

"Delavin Ching, when did you become the commander of the legion?"

It wasn't until the throne shouted to him with a smile that the king was relieved.

What followed was a wanton laugh: "Hahahaha! Lord, my dear King Su Duo, what are you doing?"

"Does the praying man arm block the car? Or..."

Draven's laughter suddenly stopped, because he suddenly realized that he was so proud just a few hours ago, and then he was slapped frantically by the throne.

Although reason told him that no matter how strong the throne was, it was impossible to fight against several legions by himself, but the calm smile of the other party still made him feel uneasy.

Will there be any ambush?For example, under an order, thousands of ambushes appeared in the woods?

Knowing that this is the hinterland of Yahad, Delavin still flashed absurd thoughts.

"Cang Ling! Are you going to resist our legion with a dozen people like this?"

Draven's eyes drooped slightly, and he shouted loudly, and at the same time, he summoned the commanders of several legions, preparing to delegate power to command the battle.

The layman does not interfere with the insider. Draven still understands this truth. What's more, he is more worried about the throne standing at the apex of the Juggernaut. The army can win the siege, but it may not keep the throne. The king seat directly rushed into the army to beheaded.

The Yahad Demiplane Legion did not have a professional who could block the Throne, and Draven would not be able to wait for a while.

"No, you are wrong."

Junzuo said loudly: "I am enough!"

"......"

Rao, the confidants behind the throne, felt that his lord was really a bit too big, even reaching the level of arrogance.

"Dela Vinching, do you know how long I haven't drawn my sword?"

Junzuo took a deep breath and lifted the scabbard to his home, saying in a tone of conversation among friends.

"Ah? How do I know...Is it you!"

Draven frowned and answered casually, but then he thought of something, panicked.

"Sir, you..."

Not only Draven, but the lyrebird swordsmen also realized a little when the king said so.

Cang Ling's strength is unquestionable. In the battle when he ascended to the throne, he proved with his strength that he was the strongest sword saint that he deserved, and he could even be said to be the strongest sword saint ever.

Even now, no one questioned the strongest name of the throne, because today's top sword saints are not up to the level of the throne more than ten years ago.

[The light of the blue thunder is unmatched]

This is recognized by all sword saints.

As a Juggernaut who once competed for the position of the throne, Cang Ling naturally has his own title.

Ten years ago, the fame of all the titled sword saints combined was not as loud as a Cang Lei sword saint.

So everyone subconsciously ignored the current record of the king, after all, thinking with toes, the strongest Juggernaut is naturally talented and hardworking.

But...probably...it seems...since Cang Ling became the throne, he has never made any moves in public.

This is nothing. After all, as the seat of the king, unless you want to rebel openly, no one can force the king of Su Duo to show his hand.

Everyone originally took it for granted that the throne was only practicing swords in private, but that didn't seem to be the case.

In the horrified eyes of Delavin and others and the enthusiastic expectation of Carlo Lidi and others, the throne buckled the hilt of the sword with his ten fingers, and then slowly withdrew the saber that had been hiding his powers for 13 years.

The sword of the king is a slightly longer broadsword, simple in style, without the bells and whistles of other sword masters. The dark golden scabbard is engraved with mysterious lines. With the movements of the king, the magic is full of lines, and then It burst out from the junction of the blade and the sheath.

Hum——

It was light, and the blue light was released at the moment the king drew his sword.

As if pressing a switch, the Yahad Plain was enveloped by the dazzling light of thunder. In the blink of an eye, the sky was rushing with blue thunder, the atmosphere was full of endless magic, and countless tiny electric arcs turned sand and stones. It agitated, and what was even more exaggerated was that the ground of the plain began to collapse irregularly.

The sky has changed...

Whether it is on the side of the prince or the side of the throne, at this time, because of this scene that is like a myth, they have lost their ability to speak.

The scene that this extraordinary person can create, let alone with one's own power, if it can be done, it is undoubtedly a miracle that cannot be copied.

And the creator of the miracle, the throne slowly opened his eyes.

After thirteen years, the feeling of drawing a sword again was much harder than he thought. The over-exaggerated magic power made him draw every inch like getting out of the mud.

Therefore, the movement of the king seat is very slow, so that everyone can clearly feel what the light of the blue thunder is.

When he completely drew out the blade, the blue thunder light that enveloped the plain also disappeared, but Draven didn't have any luck, but was even more frightened.

Junzuo gathered all the escaped power into the blade. Even after 13 years of raising the sword, his control over power has not decreased but increased.

"Heh...hahaha.... Is this you? Cang Ling!"

Draven laughed and said with a broken expression: "We really are... we are not wronged..."

Junza indifferently looked at the legion that was in the commotion right in front, and the teleportation tunnel in the rear that was still transporting the army. He held the hilt with both hands upright, raised and swung it down, with impeccable standards of action, just like He wielded a sword for the first time as an apprentice.

After that, Cang Lei broke out again.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

In the world's perception, what kind of existence is Thunder?

It is the most primitive natural awe of mankind (crossed out the stars), swift, fierce, and unstoppable.

Rumble above the sky with the rumbling sound and destructive power.

Cang Ling's sword is Thunder, and it is the most fierce Cang Lei.

Most of the Juggernaut's magic vein characteristics are related to his mental state, which Cang Ling longs for and hopes to incarnate in Thunder.

Because Cang Lei is the proudest thing.

"Thunder, run at my will."

Junzuo put his eyes forward and said in a deep voice.