Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 443: The Sword of the Nation, the Dragon Guard

The old man's voice was very soft, but to Fang Xuan's ears it sounded like the loud sound of a huge bell.

The help promised by a powerful person in the Divine Wandering Realm is no worse than three hundred thousand dragon guards.

Fang Xuan picked up the sachet from his waist and held the Nine-Child Buddhist Lotus with his right hand.

A golden lotus with nine petals slowly floated in front of Fang Xuan.

At this moment, a very strong Buddhist light was flowing throughout the entire tower.

An Hongyun looked at Jiuzi Fulian and almost burst into tears.

For a warrior who had failed in the past, now that he has hope of breaking through again, this joy is more intense than anything else.

The old man gently hooked his hand, and the Nine-Seed Lotus slowly floated into his hand. He used his hand, which was as dry as a piece of dry wood, to take out three lotus seeds.

"Please keep these three lotus seeds. If they are nurtured properly in the future, the Nine-Child Buddha Lotus will be able to appear in the world!"

Fang Xuan looked at the three thumb-sized lotus seeds in his hand. There was a faint golden pattern on the black surface, and rich Buddhist light continuously diffused from them.

Although I had made preparations long ago, I was still happy that I could still keep three lotus seeds.

At this moment, Fang Xuan's expression suddenly changed.

An extremely domineering aura suddenly shook violently within his own small space.

The fierce aura even emanated from this tiny object.

Fang Xuan quickly used his spiritual consciousness to invade the objects in the space. The few remaining ancient books and magical herbs were now rotten into a heap.

And at this moment, an ancient bronze sword seemed to be responding, constantly moving within the small space.

Fang Xuan was confused.

Ever since this sword was used to kill Chu Yuanzhen last time, the sword spirit in the sword has been damaged. It has been stored in the small object for more than a year. Fang Xuan even feels that the sword spirit has fallen.

Just as I was wondering, I heard An Hongyun's old but excited voice:

"This aura is actually the Sword of the Nation!"

"The Sword of the Nation is in your possession!"

Looking at the expectant look in the old man's eyes, Fang Xuan nodded slightly and took out the sword from his small collection of items.

The moment the Sword appeared, it began to tremble violently and almost slipped out of Fang Xuan's hand.

"This sword was damaged before, and has been quietly resting in this small space. But now it is so agitated."

Fang Xuan looked at An Hongyun in confusion.

The old man revealed a profound smile and waved his hand gently. The long sword that had always been very close to Fang Xuan actually flew out of his hand, drew an arc of light in the air, and fell into the old man's hand.

The gently vibrating sword actually gave Fang Xuan the illusion that he was home.

The old man gently stroked the sword, tears flickering in his eyes: "Old buddy, it's been hundreds of years, you've grown old and dull!"

Fang Xuan was slightly stunned, and his gaze changed slightly when he looked at the old man again.

Slightly surprised, he said, "Old Senior, this sword..."

The old man looked back at Fang Xuan and nodded seriously: "Yes, this sword used to be my sword!"

Then, the old man turned his face to the side, and the faint golden afterglow from the window shone on half of his old face.

"When I first met the late emperor, it was because of a great war. In that war, we each lost tens of thousands of soldiers. No one expected that in the end, we two sworn enemies would actually stand together." "He was very good to his subordinates, and even better to us old brothers. At that time, Jiuzhou was much more chaotic than it is now. In addition to the bandits and traitors in each state, there were also evil demons and monsters eyeing us covetously."

"For this reason, the late emperor asked the Martial Temple to capture ninety-nine dragon veins and used the dragon's luck to forge this national sword. I was young and energetic, and I was the most valiant in killing enemies in the army, so the late emperor gave me this sword."

"Later, I, under the order of the late emperor, created this Dragon Guard. In order to prevent the emergence of a situation where vassal kings also ruled over Dayang, this Dragon Guard only obeyed the imperial edict and not the decree."

"People only know that if you want to mobilize the Dragon Guards, you have to be in person with the Jade Seal. However, this national sword has gathered the ninety-nine dragon veins of Dayang, and it has been integrated into one before the Jade Seal."

The old man’s memories end here.

The speaker did not mean it, but the listener, at this moment, was unable to calm down.

"So this sword can mobilize 300,000 dragon guards?"

Suppressing the emotions in his heart, Fang Xuan asked slowly.

The old man did not answer directly, but glanced at the ancient bronze sword reluctantly.

After a while, he threw it lightly, and the Sword returned to Fang Xuan's hand. At this moment, the Sword no longer vibrated.

"This sword has recognized you as its master. I hope you can treat it well in the future. If Dayang is completely destroyed and a new dynasty is established, forge this sword again with the destiny of the country and it can become a Horcrux!"

Fang Xuan carefully looked at the Zhenguo Sword in his hand, a treasure that had the potential to become a Horcrux, and would definitely be another trump card of his in the future.

After putting away the Zhenguo Sword, Fang Xuan looked at the old man, waiting for his answer.

The old man had a complicated expression on his face. After a long while, he slowly said, "It is God's will. Right now, there is an important matter that needs your attention."

Under Fang Xuan's calm gaze, the old man said, "Kill King Ji. He has a booklet in his hand. You will definitely be interested in him."

"As for the purpose, you can look for my useless descendants."

The courtyard was already in ruins after Fang Xuan left.

Anzhe sat in the yard, looking around with a lonely expression.

The seven people from Yanfeng stood quietly behind Anzhe.

The entire courtyard was horribly silent. An Zhe fluttered his long red sleeves and seemed to be whispering, "Do you think he can be appreciated by our ancestors?"

"No, no, the jade seal is long gone, and the Dragon Guard can only remain silent now. Besides, the Dragon Guard is no longer the Dragon Guard it once was, right?"

The seven people in Yanfeng remained silent.

They should have been absolutely loyal to Anzhe, but at this moment, they actually hoped that Fang Xuan would succeed, although even they did not understand why they had such thoughts in their hearts.

Just then, a young man in white shirt slowly walked in from outside the yard.

He looked at Anzhe, who looked dejected, and said calmly, "What will happen if we kill Prince Ji?"

Anzhe looked up at Fang Xuan, all the expressions on his face froze. After a long pause, he exclaimed: "No, no, no, this is impossible, this is impossible"

Fang Xuan looked at An Zhe calmly, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. A gust of evil wind blew in the yard, and his proud eyes finally regained their color.

He waved his hand, signaling the seven people from Yanfeng to leave.

The originally quiet courtyard seemed to have lost all connection with the outside world.

"I never thought that the Dragon Guard that all the nine states were fighting for, the ancestor actually chose you in the end!"

"Commander Fang, who are you?"

(End of this chapter)