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Chapter 926: Xu Xin’s sword comes, and the sword of the river comes from the sky... It also makes Lao Huang feel a little bit involved...

"I don't know how to use the Nine-Six Thousand Miles Sword, but using this Huang Lu can give Lao Huang a sense of participation. It's worth our getting to know each other."

Xu Xin's words sounded a bit awkward and weird. What does it mean to make Lao Huang feel involved, as if Lao Huang is a boiling sheep.

But he was the only one in the world who knew about this joke, so he just laughed at it for his own amusement.

He said that he did not know how to sword Jiuliuqianli, but in fact the power of Jiuliujianli was too weak.

When Wang Xianzhi duels with others, if the latter's cultivation level is inferior to his, he will mostly suppress his own realm and want a fair fight with others.

Therefore, Lao Huang's Nine-Six Thousand Miles Sword barely managed to cut off a piece of Wang Xianzhi's sleeve in a battle at a relatively similar level. For a master of Wang Xianzhi's level, it was only barely enough.

Xu Xin is not good at swordsmanship, so there is no need to replace the old sword with a new one. But if he wants to use the original sword of 96,000 Miles to fight Wang Xianzhi again, that is not respect, but a bit humiliating.

Of course he wouldn't be like this. He doesn't often use swords, but he also knows some exquisite swordsmanship, which is more than enough to control this sword Huang Lu.

"Sword! Come!"

At the top of Emperor Wu's city, Xu Xin shouted with a sword, which was similar to Li Chunang's shout at Daxueping, but the scene was completely different. The grand scene was even worse, just because his cultivation was more refined. , the atmosphere is wider and the breath is longer.

Li Chungang's sword call summoned countless swordsmen in the world. Xu Xin's sword call made gold and iron weapons, grass, stone, earth and wood, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, everything in the world become swords.

The sky was filled with fierce sword light, and Emperor Wu's city seemed to be demolished. The psychic weapons inserted on the city walls all revived at this moment.

Anyone in the world who can climb up to Emperor Wu City to challenge Wang Xianzhi is a master, and those who can leave weapons on this city are even more masters among masters. The weapons all over the city wall are Wang Xianzhi's achievements and the unwillingness of those who lose.

As weapons, even if they are killed and broken in battle, it is much better than being left to rot silently in the wind and rain at the top of the city. So at this moment, they revived and rioted, heading towards Xu Xin in the sky, with swords, guns, hammers and halberds. Transformed into a sword.

The sword light is fierce between heaven and earth. The earth and rocks on the earth, the sea water of the East China Sea, the endless green leaves, and the weapons of countless Jianghu people. Finally, even the tangible and intangible light clouds and the breath of life, all fly up to the sky, forming a coil. The kendo of the sky is the river of heaven.

This is Xu Xin's sword coming, the sword of the river coming from the sky.

"What a good boy. He hid deep enough. I have been so close to him for so many years, but I haven't been able to detect the slightest bit of sword energy. I didn't know he knew such exquisite swordsmanship."

At the top of the sky, Xu Xin seemed to be the master of swordsmanship. On the earth, Li Chungang sighed, then pointed at the East China Sea, and countless broken swords broke out of the sea, including the sword he made earlier that opened the Tianmen. Rush into the Tianhe of Sword Dao.

"What a nephew, I can't hold myself back!"

Outside Emperor Wu's city, Deng Tai'a, who was leading the donkey, suddenly sighed and took out the sword box that he had treasured for many years. Inside the pineapple sword box, there were twelve swords arranged neatly. The longest was no more than the middle finger, and the shortest was only as long as the thumb.

I saw the new sword god, who was far more popular than the old sword god Li Chungang, smiled slightly, stretched out an index finger, flicked the hilt of the first red sword in his left hand, and said calmly: "Xuan Jia! "

The red sword jumped into the air, trembling slightly, and might break through the air at any time.

Deng Tai'a stretched out his middle finger again and tapped it with both fingers.

"Green plum! Bamboo horse!"

Two small swords jumped into the air lively and juxtaposed with the black armor sword.

He followed with three fingers.

"Spring water! Morning dew! Peach blossoms!"

Three more flying swords flew into the air, and the pineapple sword box was half empty.

"Mo Mei! Suzaku! Huang Tong!"

"荍蜉! Golden thread!"

"Taa!"

Following Deng Tai'a's shout, six more small swords broke out of the box. Twelve small swords lined up in a straight line in front of him, seeming to draw a gap between heaven and earth.

The color of the sky and the earth changed, and the momentum was almost as powerful as the previous scene at the top of the East China Sea, with the clouds in the sky drooping and the waters of the four seas standing.

Sixty moments with a snap of the fingers, nine hundred births and deaths in one moment.

This is the essence of Deng Tai’s Zhixuan.

"Go!"

The man who is now recognized as the number one swordsman in the world raised his finger, and twelve flying swords rushed into the sky, heading behind Xu Xin.

Earlier, Li Chungang borrowed the sword Donghai, but Deng Tai'a didn't. Now Xu Xuanxuan ordered all things to turn into swords, but Deng Tai'a took the initiative to borrow the sword. He couldn't hold it back, but his completely different attitude before and after made him worthy of being called "Uncle." Helped billions of times" Deng Tai'a.

At this moment, Xu Xin was not thinking of his opponent Wang Xianzhi, but of Liu Bai, who had died in his hands and was forged into the human sword by him.

Liu Bai was definitely the strongest swordsman he had ever seen, and he was also an extremely pure swordsman.

His decisive battle with Xu Xin didn't have so much other things going on, it was just a battle for discussion, and the loser would eat the dust and die simply.

Xu Xin's sword moved into the sky.

This sword, respect Liu Bai.

When the Tianhe sword comes out, you will see Tianhe.

Xu Xin's sword is the Tianhe. When he draws his sword, the Tianhe moves.

The Milky Way in the Nine Heavens is flying down, and all those who face this Milky Way are just like flying insects shaking a tree, and will eventually be swallowed up by the raging river water.

A large river with wide waves and bright silver water falling from the sky has become the Sword Way Tianhe.

It was as if someone had pierced a hole in the sky, and a great river cascaded down in the void. This river had no other aura, it was just sword energy, the way of the sword, and the infinite sword.

The sword path and the Milky Way are rushing towards you, but Wang Xianzhi stands proudly on the top of a cliff on the bank of the East China Sea, looking up and motionless. This makes people deeply understand what a mainstay is.

This Milky Way falling from the sky is probably the most magnificent picture that can be seen in the world. Looking up to the sky, you will see the Milky Way. Any human being will probably be intoxicated by it. Even if he wakes up, he will be unable to resist due to despair. courage.

Ordinary people would be like this, and most of the 100,000 Jianghu people and the people on the martial arts evaluation list would not be able to resist, but he was Wang Xianzhi, the invincible Lord of Emperor Wu City, the second best in the world.

When the turbulent Tianhe River fell, Wang Xianzhi stood on the top of the cliff, standing as still as a pine tree, raising his fists and punching continuously.

However, the river cannot be cut off, so this is not enough.

The sky and the earth are filled with sword light. This is not only the sword of Xu Xin, but also the sword of Li Chungang, the sword of Deng Tai'a, the swords of countless losers, the swords of many Jianghu people, the swords of all things in the world...

It was as if at this moment, the beliefs of countless people gathered together as their swords fell. They all hoped that Wang Xianzhi would be defeated. This was a general trend.

At the top of the sky, Xu Xin chuckled. He was looking forward to what Wang Xianzhi would do when he faced the sword intention of the river, the sword of the world, and the general trend of all living beings. If he couldn't even pass this level, Mr. Wang would not even challenge him or Xu Xin. None of the qualifications.

The sky roars.

Swords roar and fists ring.

The crown falls and the bun is scattered.

Wang Xianzhi, who must have white hair, has a head full of silver hair. Her black robe was torn and torn, and her tall and burly figure seemed to have scars.

But he didn't feel embarrassed at all. He was still solemn and solemn, and kept pumping his fists, rushing to this Tianhe feast.

(End of this chapter)