Zhao Guo had been away from his hometown for five years. When Mo Wen came back, he didn't have much sadness about separation. All he had was the unforgettable pain buried deep in his heart. There was no need to hide it, and it was released without reservation at this moment.
, and above the inner pain is murderous intent, boundless murderous intent. Within the sea of consciousness, the murderous spirit trembles suddenly, as if it is cheering because the master no longer suppresses it.
Da Hui shuddered, and the depths of his soul were filled with fear. This was the first time that he saw his master open his heart so unreservedly. He felt the unforgettable pain, and the terrifying murderous intention that almost froze his soul.
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The sky in Zhao Kingdom suddenly turned a hazy red color the moment Mo Wen entered. The sun seemed to have lowered its temperature at this moment and turned into a deep red color.
A strong man raised his head and stared at the changes in the sky in horror.
"The sky is stained with blood! This is a sign of the coming calamity!"
In Jiangzhou, the originally glorious Zhujian Villa has been reduced to ruins, and a lonely large grave looms among the overgrown weeds among the ruins.
Following a high-pitched dragon roar, a silver-scaled beast with two wings on its back came with lightning, and crashed into the open space in front of the ruins. The terrifying aura of the second-level high-level monster spread, within a hundred miles,
All the monsters and beasts were as silent as cicadas, and the birds were extinct.
Mo Wen's legs seemed to be filled with lead as he walked step by step towards the overgrown grave. His eyes were blurred by tears. Standing in front of the towering mound, Mo Wen knelt down with his knees bent and grasped fiercely with both hands.
Falling into the earth and rocks underground, a broken bluestone brick was crushed to pieces by him.
"Father, mother, your unfilial son is back..."
Groan——
Affected by the master's mood, Da Hui looked up to the sky and howled to express his inner sadness. The howl was far away from Jiangzhou City at the foot of the mountain. This century-old city had also withstood the greatest test in history at this moment. A second-level high-level demon
The pressure of the beast is enough to make ordinary people die from heart palpitations! The people in the entire city are panicking under the pressure that Da Hui inadvertently released. Some sword-raising level spirit sword masters are not much stronger than ordinary people.
, on the contrary, more frightened.
"Father, mother, please wait a moment, I will take the heads of all your enemies to worship you."
Mo Wen stood up, took a deep look at the solitary grave, stepped onto Big Gray's back, and turned into a silver lightning bolt into the sky.
Five years ago, the Wuchen Yaxin Sword Sect teamed up with the Yan Kingdom's Light Sword Sect to drive away the Yu Sword Sect, monopolizing the six states of Zhao.
He regained the three states in the northern frontier of the Zhao Kingdom, and since then he has monopolized the resources of the entire Zhao Kingdom, ushering in a glorious period of development. His disciples have expanded to 3,000, with more than a hundred inner disciples, and nearly ten Jian Gang elders. The overall strength is more than
The Tianchi Sword Sect was once even more powerful. It could be said that tens of thousands of people came to visit it, making it the only Holy Land for Spirit Sword Masters in the entire Zhao Kingdom!
Today, it is the 300th birthday of Pu Mingxin, the great elder of the Heart Sword Sect, and a big banquet is held in Wuchenya. Sword sects from all the surrounding countries come to congratulate him. Stay here forever and be promoted to Sword Master as soon as possible."
"Headmaster Lie of the Red Sword Sect of the Yan Kingdom sent ten drops of lava marrow and eight thousand spiritual stones to congratulate the great elder..."
"Jin Guosheng, Master Jianmenmu, is sending..."
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"Brother Mu, long time no see, you still look good."
"No matter where you are, Brother Lie is still as heroic as before."
The central square in front of the main hall of the Heart Sword Sect was overcrowded. Leaders or representatives from the Yan Kingdom, the Jin Kingdom, the Wei Kingdom, and various large and small sword sects gathered together, complimenting each other and waiting for the banquet to begin.
"The Great Elder Pu Mingxin of the Heart Sword Sect has arrived!" Following a long chant, a graceful and beautiful woman appeared on the chairperson of the central sword platform.
"Welcome to the great elder!" All the Zhike disciples of the Xinjian Sect below lowered their heads, and their voices converged into a huge roar that echoed throughout the central square.
The eyes of the guests from all parties flickered, but they did not dare to show the slightest difference. With false smiles on their faces, they watched the beautiful woman enter the room, until the graceful and beautiful woman sat down on the chair, with Xin Jian kneeling down below.
The disciples then stood up one after another.
"The aura of the Great Elder is solid. It seems that we are not far away from becoming a Yuan. I wish the Great Elder a successful transformation as soon as possible and become the second person to achieve Sword Yuan in our Zhao Kingdom in the past 500 years." A guest complimented loudly.
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"I wish the Great Elder a speedy transformation." Others quickly agreed.
The smile on Park Mingxin's face was as bright as a girl's: "Thanks to everyone's good advice, I will definitely live up to everyone's expectations."
"I hope you burp soon!" I don't know how many guests below added this in their hearts.
In the corner below, a girl wearing a hat and a veil curled her lips: "The old witch here is so shameless. She is still pretending to be young at such an old age. She is really not even as good as a hair of the master."
Another young woman in the same dress next to her said softly: "Don't talk nonsense, after all, she is also our senior."
"What senior? He's just an old goblin who has lived for three hundred years. At such an old age, he still has perfect sword strength. He really has lived like a dog."
The second woman shook her head and said nothing. A breeze blew by, and her veil lifted, revealing a familiar and beautiful face.
After being polite, Pu Mingxin sat at the top and raised his right hand, very much like an emperor giving a banquet to his ministers: "The banquet has begun, you can eat as you please."
All the guests stood up to thank them, but at this moment, the entire sky suddenly darkened and was covered with a thick layer of blood. The scorching sun at noon became dim at this moment, and everyone felt a chill for no reason.
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Then a sound like the tearing of brocade came from the sky, and then in the horrified eyes of all the spirit sword masters, the transparent light shield formed by the sword formation of the Heart Sword Gate was violently distorted, and then suddenly shattered into pieces, and a pair of wings sprouted from its back.
A giant silver-scaled beast like a lizard squeezed in from the broken place, and then the entire sky was covered with cracks. After a while, the defensive sword array completely collapsed!
Murderous intent, terrible murderous intent, violent murderous intent like a tsunami swept across the entire Wuchen Cliff. A terrifying will to kill descended, and all the spirit sword masters felt the buzzing and mournful roar of the spirit swords in their sword pouches.
"Sword Intent! Killing Sword Intent!"
The knowledgeable spirit sword master's face changed drastically, and he howled wildly in his heart: "What level of killing sword intent is this? How can it be so terrifying?"
Whether it was the sword veins or the sword gang, they all felt an irresistible will to kill. Their spiritual consciousness was suppressed and almost impossible to leave the body. Once they left the body, they would be wiped out by the killing intention. Within the mountain gate, many of them were not yet able to
For a spirit sword master at the sword-raising level, the spirit sword he carried on his back was broken directly, and the weak sword spirit inside was directly destroyed!
The silver beast landed on the main hall and pavilion, looked up to the sky and let out a roar like a dragon's roar, and a cloud of rain clouds gathered together with the faint sound of thunder.
Many spirit sword masters were frightened again: "What kind of monster is this? It can actually control the wind and rain?"
"There's someone! There's someone up there!"
Everyone finally saw a figure standing in the wind on Big Hui's back. The terrifying killing sword intent was emanating from it! From a spiritual perspective, it looked like a ball of burning blood and sun!
Chapter 290 The arrival of Zhao Kingdom
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