Sheng Fu

Chapter 761: Immortal Sword Heart

No triumphal songs were played, for that would have hurt feelings.

The members of the Dragon Guard subconsciously gathered towards Zhong Yi and protected him in the center.

Zhang Benchu ​​came close to Zhong Yi, clasped his hands and said, "Your skills are inferior to others, I admire you, but I want to tell you that in terms of personal bravery, in Hengchang Sect, the female has always been stronger than the male."

"In the future, you should encourage it."

Dugu Li and Liu Qinghua smiled like flowers, with the pride that is unique to young girls, which was a joy to watch.

Zhong Yi was slightly startled. He had already noticed this, but he did not expect Zhang Benchu ​​to tell the truth in public. He smiled softly and said, "Thank you, Brother Benchu, for reminding me."

Liu Qinghua laughed wildly, and the clear laughter echoed across the vast battlefield, as if welcoming the spring of all things.

Guo Shenghe brushed his sleeves, his face darkening. In this exercise, he could be said to have lost face in public, and he could not get back this loss in the Poji territory.

And even if revenge is successful, it seems to be a less glorious thing.

If revenge fails after I enter the Guiyuan realm, I will be even less able to hold my head up.

On the city wall, Yuwen Jun shouted, "Zhongyi, your weapons have arrived."

The soldiers felt their bodies tremble at the same time.

Guo Shenghe and Gao Zhi were both filled with excitement. They already knew that Yu Wenjun had returned to the Dragon Clan to refine weapons, and they were looking forward to seeing what kind of magical weapons would appear.

Dugu Li and Liu Qinghua also subconsciously stared towards where Yu Wenjun was.

Yuwen Jun raised his hand, thunder roared in the sky, and strong winds blew on the battlefield.

A sense of oppression spread across the entire battlefield, causing great shock to most soldiers.

In Yu Wenjun's palm, blood-red lightning flashed, and then expanded. In an instant, it occupied the entire sky, and an unparalleled force bloomed in the sky.

Yu Wenjun waved his hand slightly, and the Dragon-controlling Spear, shining with holy light from deep in the sky, shot towards Zhong Yi with the force of thunder. Although there was no wave of murderous intent, this momentum made the mount under Zhong Yi's crotch tremble uncontrollably.

Zhong Yi's long hair danced wildly. He raised his right hand, pushed the true energy in his body to its peak, and steadily caught the Dragon-Controlling Spear that fell from the sky.

In an instant, Zhong Yi felt that his whole body was filled with unparalleled power. This feeling was intoxicating, as if a random blow could shatter the sky and reshape the mountains and rivers.

Seeing this, many soldiers subconsciously worshipped him. This is the power of the holy soldiers.

Even Yin Xuan couldn't help but feel his blood boiling. After he came to Hengchang Sect, he knew that Yuwen Jun was going to give Zhong Yi a Dragon-Controlling Spear. However, he didn't expect that this Dragon-Controlling Spear was much more powerful than he had imagined.

The work of the dragon clan is indeed grand.

Xie Yiming also looked at the Yulong Spear in Zhong Yi's hand seriously, thinking of the Blood Spear in Wu Mi's hand, and couldn't help asking: "How does it compare to the Blood Spear?"

Yu Wenjun said: "Each has its merits."

Yuan Chu and Chi Hua did not react much. Their weapons were also heavy weapons, and their rank was no lower than the Dragon-Controlling Spear.

However, weapons of this level are usually not circulated among foreign races.

But Zhongyi is the most unique young man.

Guo Shenghe and Gao Zhi looked at each other with great envy in their hearts. They had been under the rule of Hengchang Sect for so long and had fought through many difficulties, but they had never obtained such a large number of troops.

But on second thought, both of them have their own weapons, and they are extremely comfortable to use.

Although some weapons are good, they may not be suitable for you, just like Yu Wenjun gave up the idea.

Not everyone can be as lucky as Zhang Benchu, who, on the road to growth, was able to refine his own holy weapon, Pohuang.

At the moment he held the Dragon-Controlling Spear, Zhong Yi knew very well that he was not a match for ten thousand men, and that he would become a match for ten thousand men in the future.

Zhong Yi responded loudly: "Thank you, Your Highness."

Yu Wenjun laughed and said, "We are comrades in arms, why should I express my gratitude?"

"The soldiers have worked hard in the training. We are going to host a banquet. Please enjoy a few drinks with them."

"I have to go to Nanshan Sword Sect, so I won't be able to get drunk with you today."

Upon hearing this, the soldiers bowed their heads slightly and clasped their fists towards Yuwen Junxing who was on the city wall.

Yu Wenjun said to Xie Yiming and his wife, "We should leave now."

After a while, the four people left the room.

……

Nanshan Sword Sect, outside the mountain gate.

Looking up, the mountain gate is still majestic and magnificent, but there is a tragic atmosphere lingering in this world, and I don’t know when it will dissipate.

Everyone in the sect was in mourning.

When the guard at the mountain gate saw Yu Wenjun and his three companions, he subconsciously bowed slightly to greet them.

Yu Wenjun nodded slightly to the guard.

In front of the mourning hall, the air was filled with smoke, and a group of direct descendants knelt on the ground, unable to get up. Some of the younger ones were crying bitterly.

Zhou Changqing and a group of elders had numb expressions and lifeless eyes, as if their souls had been sucked out.

Suddenly, a middle-aged steward came in and reported: "Master, Master Hengchang and His Highness the Southern King are here."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Changqing immediately led a group of elders out to greet them.

Outside the mourning hall, white strips were hung on the corners of the surrounding palaces. The sound of chanting scriptures could be heard from all directions, giving the air a sense of a trance wandering in the void.

When Yu Wenjun and his three companions saw Zhou Changqing and his companions, they bowed respectfully.

"My condolences." The four said in unison.

Zhou Changqing suppressed his grief and said with a forced smile, "Although Senior Brother is very glorious, everyone in our sect has been feeling mentally exhausted these past few days."

Xie Yiming said solemnly: "The Dragon Roar Sword is unprecedented in history."

"In the future, I will build a temple in the southern territory for future generations of sword cultivators to offer incense and worship." Yu Wenjun responded: "Future generations of sword cultivators should believe in Senior Tianhai."

When Zhou Changqing and the others heard this, they were moved and felt even more sad.

Zhou Changqing quickly sorted out his thoughts and said, "Please come in, everyone."

Led by Zhou Changqing, Yu Wenjun and three others entered the mourning hall.

Yuwen Jun, Jing Peiyao, Xie Yiming and his wife, the four of them lit incense in turn and bowed three times devoutly in front of Zhou Tianhai's statue.

After burning incense, Xie Yiming opened the space vessel, took out ten Nanling Orders and presented them to Zhou Changqing. Xie Yiming said solemnly: "With these Nanling Orders, you can enter the Nanling Academy without taking any exams and receive the treatment of core students."

"This is just a token of my appreciation. I hope Brother Changqing won't refuse."

The core students of Nanling Academy all have the opportunity to participate in the Eight-Gu Banquet.

Among the future Five Wonders of Nanshan, at least three will come from Nanling Academy.

This kind of thought is very generous.

At least, after today, Nanshan Sword Sect can, to a certain extent, be on par with Nanling Academy.

Zhou Changqing was about to refuse when he heard this, but he saw Xie Yiming lowering his head with a very dignified demeanor.

"Thank you, Your Highness Prince Nan, for your generosity." Zhou Changqing bowed and saluted.

After Zhou Changqing accepted the Nanling jade, Xie Yiming slowly raised his head.

Yuwen Jun was still standing in front of Zhou Tianhai's statue, feeling deep emotion. He and Zhou Tianhai were comrades-in-arms and they had worked together before.

Even though we only know each other briefly, the friendship and brotherhood we had before cannot be faked.

Yu Wenjun said in a deep voice: "There is no return from this trip, the dragon's roar is peerless."

"Since it is the Dragon's Roar, how can I leave out my dragon clan?"

Yu Wenjun waved his sleeves, and immediately an infinite sword intent spread out, and the Dragon Roar Sword floated above the mourning hall.

"This sword is called Dragon Roar!" Yu Wenjun stared at Zhou Tianhai's spirit image and said firmly.

When everyone from the Nanshan Sword Sect saw this, they were all shocked.

They practiced swordsmanship, so they could naturally tell at a glance that this sword had boundless power and contained endless might.

Everyone in the Nanshan Sword Sect was silent, and they tacitly performed the sword-holding ceremony towards Yuwen Jun.

Yu Wenjun performed the sword-holding ceremony to Zhou Tianhai's statue with a pious look on his face, muttering to himself in his heart: "Just think of this moment as me being a younger generation sword cultivator who admires you."

"Goodbye, everyone." Yu Wenjun said.

Before leaving, Yu Wenjun and the other three bowed deeply to Zhou Tianhai's statue again.

Zhou Changqing wanted to see him off for a while, but Yuwen Jun and Xie Yiming waved their hands at the same time.

"Stay, stay."

"..."

Some regrets are beyond words.

Some people never leave...

The spring breeze blows gently on the ancient road.

At least Yu Wenjun felt lost in his heart. A man with a sword was so heroic before he left. It seems that he had no regrets.

It just leaves regrets to those who are still alive.

Yu Wenjun said: "Yue Bo has turned a disaster into a blessing this time. He will definitely reach the peak of Wuji. His Majesty the Human Emperor helped him refine the origin of the Heavenly Fire, which is also the biggest gain of this battle."

"In the future, Yue Bo may become the strongest person in the human world."

The monarch is not among the strong, but among the monarchs.

Gu Yong said thoughtfully: "Gu Yong and Fu Yao, are they still the pinnacle of human cultivators?"

Yu Wenjun nodded and said, "Yes, but someone will eventually reach that peak."

"At the moment, the person most likely to achieve such a feat is Bai Xiaowei."

Xie Yiming said helplessly: "I thought you would say something about me."

Yu Wenjun paused, smiled bitterly and said, "So, both you and Bai Xiaowei are possible."

Xie Yiming said: "Even if there is Pu Weiqing's example, or Bai Xiaowei's success, Zhou Tianhai's title as the number one swordsman of the human race is something that the two of them cannot shake."

Yu Wenjun sighed: "It is like this now, and it is hard to predict what will happen in the future."

"Right now, the human race and the demon realm have just fought a large-scale battle involving national strength and national destiny, while the gods and demons have not yet fought a large-scale battle."

"No one can tell what the situation will be like after this."

"But I firmly believe that the scenery ahead will be extremely magnificent."

The great struggle continues to this day, and the second battle between the human race and the demon realm can be considered a turning point.

But no one knows where this turning point will lead, just like a kite without direction.

The almighty Divine Emperor had not yet shown up, which made Yu Wenjun feel deeply uneasy.

Today, His Majesty the Human Emperor is suffering from the backlash of the Netherworld's true essence, and it is difficult for him to recover to his peak.

At least for now, the human race has no other choice but to form an alliance with the elves.

Although the Dragon Guards had been established, Yuwen Jun still felt uneasy. He did not know how long this alliance would last as the struggle progressed, and the mind of the monarch was unpredictable...