Shocked, I was robbed by the empress

Chapter 19 Above the Holy Grade, there is still the Ancestral Sword!
Zhao Mang really never dreamed that he would be able to find the holy sword from the sword mound.

In this way, not to mention Yang Fan at all, but throughout the ages, there are few people who can compare with himself.

The buff effect that the holy sword can bring to oneself is really too big!
"Holy Grade Excalibur, someone actually found the Holy Grade Excalibur!"

"That's Zhao Mang, the disciple of Sword Master Wanyu, so it's not surprising, after all, he is a disciple of Sword Master Wanyu!"

"The birth of the holy sword of life, there is no doubt that he must be the biggest winner of the opening of the sword mound this time!"

Zhao Mang's acquisition of the holy sword immediately caused a shock in the crowd, and in their discussion, there was no doubt that the natal sword he found must be the highest grade of the sword produced in the sword mound this time.

That is a holy grade. When the sword mounds of the past dynasties have been opened, there are only a handful of sword masters who can find such a grade. On the contrary, as long as they can find such a grade of natal sword, as long as they do not fall halfway, most of them are above the way of the sword. Famous people.

It was also because of this that Zhao Mang had already gotten up in a high spirits, holding the holy sword of natal brilliance in his hand, and immediately descended in the direction where Jiang Xue'er was.

When he thought about it, he was able to obtain the sacred sword of life, which was far superior to Yang Fan, so what would the latter have to compete with him?
In this way, Jiang Xueer should also forget about Yang Fan and miss herself.

But the idea is beautiful, but the reality is always cruel. Facing Jiang Xueer's eyes, the latter looked indifferent, and didn't pay him a second glance at all.

I have won the holy sword of life, but Jiang Xueer still reacted to her like this, and Zhao Mang finally couldn't suppress his inner displeasure, and shouted angrily, "Jiang Xueer, now I have won the holy sword!" Benming Shenjian, why don't you take another look at me."

"It's your business that you can obtain the holy sword, so what does it have to do with me?"

"Then I want to ask you, why do you miss Yang Fan and ignore me?! How am I not as good as him? Why am I better than him!"

Zhao Mang always put what was in his heart on the table without any concealment, and Jiang Xueer no longer concealed it when he heard it, and responded with a confrontational voice, "Then let me tell you, you are no match for him in any way. are better than you!"

Hearing this, Zhao Mang was furious at first, and then he thought of something before he suddenly smiled strangely, and then said directly, "What a big joke, I was able to obtain the sacred sword of life from the sword mound. How does it compare to me?"

"With his aptitude, it is good to be able to find the Heavenly Grade Excalibur from the Sword Tomb, but even if it is a Heavenly Grade, it is still vulnerable to a single blow in front of my holy grade, the Divine Sword of Life!"

"Really?"

However, Zhao Mang would never have imagined that the moment his sarcasm fell, from the depths of the sword mound behind, suddenly there was a voice of light laughter resounding.

Immediately afterwards, before he could turn his head back, the sacred sword in his hand unexpectedly fell out of his palm.

But when he hurriedly turned around, he could clearly see that the natal swords in all the monks' bodies at this moment were uncontrollably released and surrounded the edge of the sword mound.

Afterwards, in the depths of the sword mound, a figure slowly stepped into the air, and the surrounding countless natal swords all hung down as if welcoming the emperor, bowing their knees like servants.

This scene made the crowd in the surrounding world boil instantly!

"Wan Jian Lai Chao, then... what is the grade of the upcoming natal sword?!"

"Among the natal swords of Lai Dynasty, there is also a holy sword of the holy rank!"

"How is it possible? Could it be said that the natal sword that was born in this world has already surpassed the holy grade?!"

The crowd was unprecedentedly shocked, because they knew that they were probably witnessing a scene that surpassed ancient and modern history.

Everyone was shocked, but Zhao Mang was opposite, his face was ferocious, jealous and unbelievable to the extreme.

"This is impossible, Wan Jian came to court, there has never been a record in the history of the opening of the sword tomb in the past!"

"This is absolutely impossible to be true, impossible!"

However, no matter how much Zhao Mang comforted himself, in fact, how could he not know whether it was a fake or not, because even his holy sword, the natal sword, was among the thousands of swords that came to court!
But it was because he was clear that it was more difficult for him to accept. Not only was the source of the shocking scene not himself, but also because the source of all this was Yang Fan, who he had been mocking before.

Isn't it like, I just put my face under the opponent's slap on my own initiative, and let the opponent slap me hard!
"Hehe...you think it's impossible, it's just your short-sightedness. The holy sword is not the limit, above the holy grade, there is still the ancestor sword!"

At the same time, under countless shocked and even distracted gazes, from the depths of the sword mound, Yang Fan was seen stepping up into the air.

His body was surrounded by an indescribably terrifying sword intent, and the surging sword intent made the natal sword obtained by the surrounding kendo monks tremble continuously, like fear.

Immediately afterwards, when a black long sword emerged with a light grip of his palm, it caused all eyes to concentrate.

Immediately, the same trembling voice came from some sword cultivators in the crowd.

"Then... is that the Ancestral Sword?!"

"How could it be possible to have such a majestic sword intent, such a sword intent, it is clearly not even comparable to the holy sword obtained by Zhao Mang, the disciple of Sword Master Wanyu!"

But the more people reacted like this, the more unacceptable Zhao Mang was.

This damned Yang Fan, who had won the holy sword by himself, was already comparable to the top swordsman who entered the sword mound in the past, but he just made a bigger noise to overwhelm his limelight.

What ancestral sword, he didn't believe it, the other party must have used some unknown means to create such a situation!

"Pretending to be a ghost, what kind of ancestral sword, it's just farting, watch how I will kill you with the holy sword!"

While roaring angrily, Zhao Mang slashed out with a strong natal sword in his hand, he was already unable to accept his madness, and just wanted to chop Yang Fan down with a single sword.

At the same moment, seeing Zhao Mang's completely crazy reaction, Yang Fan shook his head helplessly. He never thought that Zhao Mang would go crazy because he couldn't accept it.

But that's okay, anyway, sooner or later, we have to make a deal.

"Since you can't accept it, then I will use the power of this ancestral sword to tell you what is the ancestral realm above the holy rank!"

After the words fell, only to see Zhao Mang's frantic slashing sword, Yang Fan just raised his hand and slashed the black long sword horizontally.

However, just like this random slash, the result was not only Zhao Mang's figure bursting up, but he suddenly fell backwards, and the corner of his mouth was bleeding and his face was shocked. break apart.

(End of this chapter)