Chapter 1367: The Truth About the Imperial Tomb (Part 1)
Defeat the enemy with one move.
As powerful as the Xuanyuan Sword Spirit, only four sword formations with different auras could suppress the arrogant Xingtian clan so hard that the opponent could not move.
"Shut up...my master will always be Yuri Kazuhiro!"
The bloody mouth on his abdomen suddenly opened, and Xing Tianshi growled stubbornly.
"You want me to surrender to this young brat..."
Grinning coldly.
Xing Tianshi said categorically: "...Absolutely impossible!"
A scalding heat wave streaked across the sky, and hot wind and sand instantly rose over the messy wasteland.
"I didn't expect that this freak is quite principled." Hu Kui couldn't help but sigh as he took a puff of cigarette silently.
Everyone stood side by side on the city wall, looking at the suppressed headless giant in the distance, and all fell into silence.
"If you put it this way, you must have already realized something."
The sharp sword gleams in the blink of an eye.
Xuanyuan Sword Spirit turned its blade and finally aimed it at the neck of the headless giant.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, the bond between us should have been completely ended five hundred years ago..."
Dazzling light suddenly radiated from the golden sword shadow.
"You should know that I will not give you a second chance to recover."
bass--
The sword roared across the nine continents, killing all the dust with one blow.
With the flash of golden sword light, the brilliant brilliance instantly pierced into Xing Tian's body. The speed was so fast that people didn't expect it.
"Long live the Baili Clan...!"
The huge body lay on its back on the ground.
Uncharacteristically, Xing Tianshi chose not to struggle anymore and faced everything in front of him calmly.
Rumble...
The fleeting brilliance penetrated its body on the spot, and the remnants of the shock, mixed with the overflowing force field aura, swept away in all directions.
Next to my ears, there was a constant roar.
Everyone suddenly felt a lingering fear, and many of the weaker night watchmen even raised their hands and quickly covered their ears.
There was only Xue Yun.
With his eyes widened, he was shocked by the feedback information from the system in his mind.
[The exclusive skill "Encyclopedia of Freaks" is passively triggered...]
[Freak name: Xuanyuan Sword Spirit (afterimage of consciousness)]
【Affiliation:???】
[Potential evaluation: ssr]
[Level: Afterimage of consciousness, unrecognizable]
[Compendium of Freaks: Mythology, Trait Type, Weapon Spirit Type]
[Introduction to the Freak: The legendary Divine Sword that governs the country, possesses unparalleled force to pacify the world, is a symbol of the imperial power of the Great Xia Empire, and is one of the seven origin freaks more than 500 years ago. Its strength is so tyrannical that it is rarely seen in the world.
.....]
[Comparative analysis between ourselves and the enemy: It is too easy to die. Don’t choose such an extreme method. It would be easier to drink pesticides or burn charcoal directly. The most important thing is to have self-knowledge. You and it are not in the same dimension at all...
..]
hiss......
I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
Xue Yun didn't know how long it had been since he had seen so many question marks appear in the system feedback.
This can only show that there is a huge gap between Xuanyuan Sword Spirit's strength and his own that is difficult to overcome in a short period of time.
What's more important -
The golden sword light in front of him turned out to be nothing more than an afterimage of the opponent's consciousness split off.
In other words, the true body of Xuanyuan Sword Spirit is still staying deep in the Great Xia Imperial Tomb, and has no intention of coming forward at all.
Only a trace of consciousness can suppress the Xingtian clan, which possesses "universe level" strength.
How strong is the true strength of Daxia Zhenguo’s freaks?!
The whole person was in a trance.
Xue Yun couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and suddenly thought of what Beigong Mu, the Dragon City War God, said to him the night before the battle against Hasen.
The imperial tombs of Daxia contain the truth about this apocalyptic wasteland era.
The young Beigong Mu once wanted to change the world, but after he went through all the trouble to enter the imperial mausoleum, he strangely chose to give up his ideal.
All of this is very likely to be inextricably related to this powerful freak.
sough......
The dazzling sword light gradually converged, and the square sword formation also disappeared.
As for Xing Tianshi on the ground, the life breath in his body also completely stopped with the annihilation of the sword light.
The huge body gradually lost its original color and became gray. All the body tissues turned into hard rock on the spot, turning into a lifeless mountain peak.
"We won, we won!"
On top of the city, many national night watchmen raised their hands in the air and cheered.
The sound of shouts echoed in the sky of Hudu for a long time.
He let out a long breath of relief.
Xuanyuan Zhong's tense nerves finally relaxed, and the injuries on his body broke out. His old body slumped weakly on the mound at the head of the city.
"Prince Regent, are you okay?!" Hu Kui asked quickly.
"It doesn't matter..."
He smiled and waved his hand.
Xuanyuan Zhong drooped his eyelids and said with a dejected expression: "As I get older, I feel a little weak after moving my muscles and bones a little. I think back on those days, I was..."
"Don't bother me, old man!"
Stroking his bald forehead.
Wang Defa came forward and said with a grin: "Not to mention the bravery of a good man, even if you can control ten women in one night when you were young, that is a thing of the past. In the future, you still have to count on us young people!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help laughing.
Even the envoys of the Forbidden City and the night watchmen in the city defense team could not help but snicker secretly.
"Bullshit, it's nonsense to have ten maidens in one night!"
His face turned dark.
Xuanyuan Zhong was immediately out of temper by the bald man, and he quickly raised his hands and shouted: "You two young men, why don't you give me a hand!"
The two looked at each other and hurriedly stepped forward to help the respected old prince up.
Turn around and take a look.
However, Xue Yun suddenly activated the multi-armed mode, and a pair of demon wings spread out from behind his back. He jumped up and flew straight towards the battlefield outside the city.
"Xue Yun, don't go there!" Xuanyuan Zhong wanted to stop him, but he was beyond his reach.
Narrowed his eyes.
Xue Yun was extremely fast, and he jumped up to the golden sword light in mid-air.
"Um?"
He seemed to feel the unique aura exuded by the young man in front of him.
With a tone full of surprise, Xuanyuan Sword Spirit asked.
"Who are you, and why does your body exude an aura that I am very familiar with?"
"I have something to ask you..."
There is no foreshadowing at all.
Xue Yun frowned and said straight to the point: "More than ten years ago, a man named Beigong Mu once broke into the Imperial Tomb of Daxia alone..."
I could clearly feel the strange movement of Xuanyuan Sword Spirit's aura.
Xue Yun clenched his fists, forced himself to calm down for a moment, and continued: "What did you do to him back then?!"