"Yue Ling, you are the descendant of the Jiang Family Sword Tomb. Have you ever seen such a scene?"
Faced with this strange scene, Yan Wulu asked quietly.
When Jiang Yueling was asked, he was slightly stunned when he saw this.
It's not that she doesn't know, it's just that... this kind of situation is too rare.
It is almost a rare sight in a hundred years, not to mention that the owner is a top-notch sword like [General Sword]!
Jiang Yueling was slightly shocked for a moment and did not answer.
On the contrary, Tie Mian, who was standing aside, answered in his hoarse and deep voice——
"Your Majesty, this is the [General's Sword] without an owner. We have met two or more candidates who can be its holders at the same time, and they are indistinguishable."
As Tie Mian spoke, he immediately understood what it meant.
He was slightly shocked...
"Are there multiple qualified candidates?" Yan Wulu gave a summary summary in a tone that was gloomy and unpredictable.
The three people present all understood in their hearts——
[General Sword] is a sword used to kill on the battlefield. This masculine sword with a murderous aura rarely recognizes women.
This means... the two people who really make it difficult to choose [General Sword] are Tie Mian and Yan Wulu.
After understanding this meaning, how could Tie Mian, as Yan Wulu's bodyguard, try to steal his master's limelight at this time?
There was no time to say anything more.
Tie Mian didn't hesitate at all and walked quickly towards the outside of the sword tomb.
He wants to withdraw from this competition.
only……
When Tiemian chose to withdraw and took the step to leave, the [General Sword], which was originally hesitant, suddenly chose its own holder.
The blade of the sword, gleaming with cold light, flew rapidly and was inserted directly in front of Tiemian's body as he left his steps.
Tiemian was a little stunned...
His original intention was to give the top-notch sword in the sword tomb to His Highness the Crown Prince Yan Wulu.
It's just that he forgot that as a general, knowing how to advance and retreat is as important as his own ability.
The moment Tie Mian actively chose to quit, he was the one who best met the conditions of being a [General Sword] holder.
Suddenly, the other two people's eyes were focused on Tiemian.
Jiang Jie once mentioned to them that this [General Sword] is the most powerful sword that has been produced in the Sword Tomb in the past hundred years.
But now, the best and strongest [General Sword] has chosen an unknown guard, leaving the glamorous and dazzling masters to choose other inferior swords.
In this way, even if it is not known to outsiders, how can the master avoid any suspicion?
Tie Mian swallowed silently, and suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind...
Tie Mian straight away took out the [General Sword], raised it with both hands, and raised it high above his head.
He came to Yan Wulu in a few steps, half-knelt down, and said in a hoarse voice——
"Tie Mian, congratulations to the Crown Prince for winning the [General Sword]!"
Even though the owner of the [General Sword] is Tiemian, as long as everyone sees the Crown Prince Yan Wulu wearing the [General Sword] when he goes out, they will naturally think that Yan Wulu has been recognized as the most powerful sword.
He quietly looked at the sword offered by the man in front of him.
Yan Wulu's eyes were cold.
The atmosphere inside the sword tomb seemed to have dropped to an extreme at this moment...
Finally, Yan Wulu's eyes moved slightly, and he stretched out his hand and slowly took the [General Sword].
The iron mask in front of him seemed to be relieved at that moment, and he secretly exhaled a long breath.
But Yan Wulu knew in his heart that this [General Sword] did not choose him in the end.
"Oh."
Yan Wulu chuckled lightly.
He felt that since Ye Changtian no longer had the halo of being a protagonist, there was no need for him to seize all of his remaining opportunities and luck.
Originally, this thing also belonged to him.
"Iron Mian, this sword is awarded to you."
Yan Wulu said, and the [General Sword] that was originally held upturned turned over in his hand and returned to the iron-faced hand with both hands raised.
Tie Mian was still in disbelief, he didn't dare to take his hands back...
He originally wanted to open his mouth and give some more advice.
Yan Wulu, on the other hand, turned around and walked slowly towards the high step platform where the most noble sword was originally stored——
"Given how big the world is, there are so many swords."
"[General Sword] is a sword of violent conquest, but it can also be controlled by others. It is not suitable for me."
"...At the beginning, there was great chaos in the late Ming Dynasty. The famous general Wei Chiwei, even though he held the [General Sword], eventually lost the trust of the Ming Emperor and died in the civil strife."
"...Living behind the scenes, commanding the heroes. I will become the overlord who decides the life and death of the enemy, and controls the [General Sword] and even more famous swords."
Yan Wulu said confidently.
He had already arrived at the high platform. There was a throne here, which seemed to be a sword-making seat.
Yan Wulu turned around, his brocade clothes moved slightly, and sat down straight away.
He quietly looked at the iron face in the audience with his hands in the shape of a sword. For a moment, the light shone brightly and his domineering power was revealed, making him look like an emperor on earth.
"...Take this sword, Iron Face."
"...Then, take this sword and go conquer for me."
The words were calm yet powerful, seeming to reverberate throughout the sword tomb.
At this moment, Tie Mian suddenly recalled the conversation by the roadside and the river that day... He suddenly realized that the person in front of him had the world in mind and great ambitions.
"Tie Mian will always take the crown prince's lead as an example!" Tie Mian said with some excitement.
He didn't know whether it was because of Yan Wulu's words or other reasons, but he felt that the crown prince Yan Wulu was surrounded by holy light.
When others look at it, they only feel that the other person is the chosen one, as if he is a human son favored by God...
Jiang Yueling was also stunned.
If she didn't keep her love for her husband in her heart, she would even feel that she was looking at a careerist who wanted to compete in the world.
And almost at the same moment, Jianzhong wavered.
Countless swords that formed the sword mound were unsheathed and fell to the ground one after another, sticking vertically into the ground like a rain of swords.
Even the [General Sword] in Tie Mian's hand vibrated again at this moment, soared into the air, and stuck to the ground.
For a moment, it was as if thousands of armies were kneeling in worship.
Jiang Yueling and Tiemian were both stunned. Even though they were both members of the Jiang family, they had never heard of such a situation happening in the Sword Tomb...
The swords gradually stopped, and the sword tomb was silent.
On the top of the sword tomb, the gears of the machine are turning.
There is a hidden compartment open.
Before the secret compartment was fully opened, a pale golden long sword broke through the compartment of the secret compartment. As if it was impatient, it was inserted directly in front of Yan Wulu...
The sword in front of me is three feet and three inches long, with a light golden color throughout. The casting process is exquisite, and it looks like it was made by the same person as the "General's Sword".
On the end of the sword body near the hilt, there are two words - "Emperor" engraved on it.
