Reborn Sword Emperor in the City

A Western practitioner, holding a golden sword in his hand, was wrapped in sword Qi and shouted with excitement on his face.

"Me too, I've got the magic soldier," another practitioner shouted loudly.

"Me too. The magic soldiers have recognized the Lord."

With the fog scattered, there are hundreds of magic golden swords everywhere in this land. In this period, many people hold magic golden swords in their hands.

The warriors without magic weapons have pulled up the magic weapons on the ground one after another. From one magic weapon before to hundreds now, everyone can't believe whether the golden sword in their hands is a real magic weapon or not.

The magic weapon gold sword in yunqianxun's hand has broken free and flew out directly. He hurried to chase after it, because he knew that the real magic weapon is the gold sword that broke free in his own hand, and the rest is just confusion.

In the end, everyone had a magic weapon. Even Wang Ke inexplicably held a gold sword in his hand. He looked confused and didn't know what had happened. Then he asked, "brother Ling, you are Jianxiu. Can you help me see if the golden sword in your hand is the magic weapon? Now there are golden swords all over the street."

"It's not a magic weapon, but it's better than others." Ling Feng shook his head and heard that Ling Feng said it's not a magic weapon. Wang Ke, who was going to throw his sword directly, thought about it. Since it's better than others, he'd better keep it.

Everyone doesn't know what the situation is now. Only Ling Feng knows that the reason why the golden sword is a magic weapon is that it has produced intelligence and independent consciousness. The second golden sword has been dusty in the ruins for thousands of years. Although it was born today, it will choose its own master. Although yunqianxun is suitable, he is a little short, so the golden sword doesn't want to hand it over to yunqianxun,.

So it released its power, resulting in hundreds of golden swords. Ling Feng didn't expect that the golden sword would have such consciousness. He didn't want to be accepted, but wanted to find a new owner himself, which surprised Ling Feng.

However, the gold sword pursued by Yun Qianxun is not necessarily a real magic weapon. At this time, everyone has a gold sword in their hands. They keep looking at the gold sword in their hands.

"There are so many. Who is the real one?" the warrior asked suspiciously.

"Only by trying can we know who is real and whose magic weapon is the most powerful, it must be a real magic weapon," someone said.

"Hahaha, the magic soldiers will definitely choose heroes, and the magic soldiers in my hands are real." the count of blood said happily. He held the golden sword tightly, and the sword momentum soared to the sky, emitting a powerful sword spirit.

"I don't think so, or we'll compete," Carl stood up and said. The sword in his hand may not be weaker than others.

"Good."

The old count silk was not afraid. Soon they collided with each other. The two swords competed with each other. The sword light was bright, and the powerful sword Qi swept the whole audience. This was just the power of the sword. Their attack was a very simple chop. For them, the Chinese sword technique was very advanced, and they didn't understand it at all.

"Bang."

After another fierce collision, Carl's sword was broken in two. The old count laughed and said, "I said that only the magic soldier in my hand is true."

Carl said nothing and his face was ugly. Then several people challenged the old count. The result was the same. All the golden swords in his hands were broken.

The old count looked proud and stood on a big stone, holding the golden sword in his hand, emitting a powerful sword momentum. At this time, the golden sword in everyone's hands became dim. No one dared to challenge him, because they all believed that the golden sword in the old count's hand was the real magic weapon.