Difficulty: starting from the sword, halberd and demon

Chapter 291 Yanshan Iron Clan
Thousands of fronts hang down from the clouds, thousands of swords fly across the sky, following the order of the ground sword master, they shot at the Emperor Mozun overwhelmingly.

"If you don't know what you can do, it's useless to have as many defective products as possible!" Emperor Mozun originally wanted to salute first and then fight, but he was harassed by unknown attackers along the way, and his patience was exhausted. Now he just wants to hurry up Take the magic sword in your hand, and simply crush it all the way.

Once the demon is lucky, he has a domineering and evil skill, and he connects his feet with the palm energy that is stronger and more dignified than Mount Tai.

"Five Sacred Mountains Pingtian Style."

The earth trembled violently, and as the Emperor Demon Venerable pushed his palm towards the sky, the entire Yanshan Mountains roared deafeningly towards the world like a giant dragon that had just awakened.

The sword light fell like rain, but it didn't matter to the thick mountain dragon at all. The dragon jumped up and swept the swords in all directions with a swing of its long body, like catkins caught in a strong wind, without the slightest autonomy.

The giant dragon cleaned up all the magic soldiers around Yanshan Mountain, and then slammed into the ground sword master's desperate eyes, and directly razed the sword casting platform to the ground with a bang.

The Emperor Mozun still withdrew his hand. At this time, the earth sword master still had a breath, but his bones were shattered, his internal organs were severely injured, his life was already dying, and he would die at any time.

The demon Shi Shiran walked up to the pitiful sword master and smiled contemptuously, "Do you see clearly now? Garbage."

Having said that, the sword master was unable to make a sound, and could only stare at him with his eyes wide open. Emperor Mozun reached out and grabbed his hair, and dragged him to the depths of Yanshan Mountain.

The friction between the body and the ground left a long bloodstain, and the severe pain almost killed the ground swordsman, but Emperor Mozun used magic to keep him awake, making him faint even if he wanted to, and could only endure such cruel torture , In the howling strong wind, occasionally a faint groan is mixed in, this is the last sound that the earth sword master can make.

After walking for a few miles, the clear and cold wind gradually became rhythmic, as if it coincided with a certain pattern. When I walked near Yanshan Mountain, I saw a rare giant beast stirring the sky furnace. It was the iron clan who forged the magic sword. Chong Li, a strange beast specially subdued by Creation.

Chongli is huge in stature and born with supernatural power. He is ferocious by nature and likes to eat human flesh. It is impossible for him to obey the orders of human beings. Its fierceness converges and becomes docile and cowardly.

Seeing the stranger, Chong Li exclaimed and shivered, unable to see the fierce and cruel appearance at all, the Emperor Mozun sneered and exuded a trace of dragon power, the pitiful and helpless strange beast suddenly fell silent.

"Keep doing your job."

Hearing the words of the demon, Chong Li nodded his head like pounding garlic, turned around quickly and groaned vigorously.

Emperor Mozun continued to move forward and came to a dark and secret cave deep in Yanshan Mountain. He saw four elders sitting on the futon, each with their own style. They were the Great Sword Master, Heaven Sword Master, Famous Sword Master, The Heart Sword Master, together with the Earth Sword Master dragged by the Emperor Mozun, are the only five remaining members of the Yanshan Iron Clan.

The four of them had just been startled by the huge movement outside, and were about to go out to check, but they didn't expect that the sword master was defeated so quickly, and they couldn't even make a single move under the hands of the Emperor Mozun. Before the four of them left, the intruder had already arrived.

"Who are you! You came to hurt my people?"

Seeing the miserable appearance of one of the only remaining members of the same clan being tortured to the point of dying, the four Iron Clan swordsmiths immediately shouted in anger.

The Emperor Mozun sneered: "The Creator of the Devil Sword is bound to win, and anyone who stands in the way is like a human being."

The four sword masters couldn't help exclaiming: "You want the magic sword to create the world?"

Demon Sword Creation is a peerless magic weapon built by the Iron Clan with all the strength of the whole clan. It is made of the cyanide of the dead country chain. Furnace, tempered by natural ground fire, although this iron is molten, it cannot be forged or cooled.

After three centuries of work, the Iron Clan chiseled the glaciers at the Extreme Spinning Peak to bring the extremely cold water to this point, and then triggered the lightning to strike the sword. The strike of the thunder is like a hammer. It took 500 years of painstaking efforts to create this sword. .

Unexpectedly, after the sword was cast, it exuded a strange and evil spirit. The patriarch who was the first to touch it was entered by the sword spirit, and he kept muttering to himself like an evil spirit: "Why did you create me?"

What followed was a bloody massacre, and most members of the Iron Clan were damaged, almost exterminated. Only then did everyone understand that the Excalibur has a spirit, but this sword is not willing to be created at all.

In order to seal this magic sword, the Iron Clan searched for seven masters, seven eminent monks of Buddhism, and seven masters of Taoism. After hard work, they sealed the magic sword in Yanshan Pass with 490 five-thunder symbols and four giant red iron chains.

This sword is not only the magic weapon that the Iron Clan has always wanted, but also the enemy of the dead.

You must know that the Iron Clan is famous for its forging skills. Not only have they forged countless magical weapons, but many famous craftsmen such as the suzerain Linghu Shenyi of Jufengli have also come to the Iron Clan to study. It is embarrassing to be obsessed with the casting of magical weapons, and finally lead to such a disaster.

But Emperor Mozun is not a human being, for such things, he would only be happy to hear and applaud, and said that the more the better.

He threw down the ground sword master who looked like a dead dog, and said to the four people with complicated expressions: "Since you regard the creation of the magic sword as a demon, then don't say that it cannot be controlled. Emperor Zhongdi, any demons who see this seat must bow their heads and obediently surrender.

"Now, I give you two choices, one is to take me to collect the magic sword honestly, and the other is to be like this person," said the Emperor Mozun, pointing to the ground, which remained motionless. The ground sword master whose chest was still slightly heaving said: "I was beaten to be honest by this seat."

Emperor Mozun's words made the four so angry that one Buddha was born and the other two ascended to heaven. However, feeling the abyss and sea-like magic power of the demon, they could only suppress their anger.

There was sadness in the hearts of several people. When the Iron Clan was in its heyday, they were the targets of all forces vying to please them, but now they have been reduced to a situation where a single Demon Clan can bully them wantonly.

Finally, the leading great swordsman said: "Since you said that you have the means to control the magic sword, we will take you there. Let's see your means. If you are really not afraid of the evil spirit of the magic sword and make the magic sword recognize the master, it will be considered as the master!" It has fulfilled the thousand-year long-cherished wish of our people."

So Emperor Mozun went to Yanshan Pass under the guidance of the four people, and saw a beautiful, gorgeous and radiant sword on the sword platform tightly held by four thick and long red iron chains.

There was blazing lava tumbling below, and extremely cold icy water dripping from above, turning into a vast white mist in the air. The ice continued to condense on the sword and then melted quickly. Fudu cannot be completely suppressed.

(End of this chapter)