Xiao Zhanlong poured out all the secrets of the Flaming Divine Sword, and everyone looked at him with a little different eyes. No wonder he has been the number one master in the empire for many years, and it turns out that he has this peerless divine weapon.
The strong men's skills and combat wisdom have reached a certain peak. The least effective ones will also have one or two unique escape tricks, which are easy to kill. Xiao Zhanlong is an exception. He uses nearly infinite fighting spirit to suppress and consume during the battle.
When the opponent is exhausted, you will use all your tricks and make every effort in one battle. It is terrible to use infinite recovery to consume the enemy's limited energy.
Smart, if you turn around and run when you see something wrong, you may be able to escape; if you are stubborn and fight hard, it will be too late to wait until your fatigue appears, and it is possible to be killed on the spot. In short, just use your hands
Holding the magic sword, Xiao Zhanlong is invincible.
Now, as soon as the magic sword was met, it fell into the hands of the hell demon of the deep flame path. Abaton's Taoism became deeper and his understanding of the flame magic sword was more thorough. Therefore, the power of the flame fighting energy slash was even greater, and every time it fell into the magic shield
When you go up, you will make a dull bang sound, making you feel cold in your heart.
"Does the Divine Sword have any weaknesses?" Xiao Tianming looked straight into the eyes of the Empire Tiger, his eyes bright and he did not give in.
Xiao Zhanlong looked at each other for a while and finally lost: "This sword is the treasure of the Xiao family's ancestors. I have killed countless people in my life, and have spread across the battlefield, but I have never seen any obvious weaknesses. It can be said that it has no weaknesses. It is just...
…” Speaking of this, the old master was very hesitant.
"Old friend, you don't have to worry. I, Jun Delong, swear here, and never reveal any secrets of the Flame Divine Sword. As long as my Jun family is alive for one day, the Xiao family will never decline!" The old emperor Jun Delong is as talented as a human being.
I understand the concerns of the owner of my hometown, and those present are not fuel-efficient. If this secret concerning the life and death of the Xiao family is leaked, the Xiao family will be in danger a hundred years later.
The two elders of Song and Wei looked at each other and said in unison: "I, Song Yu (Wei Yan), swear here, and will never disclose a word about this matter. If there is any violation, I will be abandoned by my god and fall into endless karma fire, and will never be
"In this age, the oath to God is extremely formal and credible.
Because if you do not keep your oath, God will really use his power to complete the punishment of the oath. According to legend, there was a "God of Oath" who specialized in oaths in ancient times, which shows his status.
Xiao Zhanlong sighed and said, "Actually, it's not a secret. As long as one of the direct bloodlines of the Xiao family seals the power of life, the Flame Divine Sword will lose its divine power. It will not be until another direct bloodline of the Xiao family unsealed it with a secret method.
Reply to the effect again.”
As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at the three direct descendants of the Xiao family present and was speechless for a moment. Needless to say, the tiger of the empire has outstanding achievements, and no one dared to treat him as a sacrifice. Xiao Huo is the second son of the Xiao family.
The only remaining strong man in Dai Shuoguo will definitely inherit the position of the head of the Xiao family in the future. He cannot be killed.
As for Xiao Tianming, anyone can see that the family behind him is powerful, and two powerful people from the Holy Land are escorting them. Until now, they are all protecting umbrellas. Who dares to kill him? They dare not kill him!
Unlike the Song family, which is known as the "Thousand Male Clan", the Xiao family is small inhabitants and is often a single lineage. In the eyes of the Xiao family, this method in the ancestral teaching is definitely the last resort to face the disaster of extermination.
Prevent the artifact from falling into the enemy. Now, the Seal Seal Technique has become a death talisman that blocks everyone's hope.
Just as everyone was silent and the atmosphere was depressed, Xiao Huo, who was fighting hard on the front line, turned around to join the discussion. Everyone was shocked when they saw him: they were dressed in rags, covered in blood, and fine holes and burnt hair all over their bodies, as if they were deep in the mountains.
The savage who came. The most unbelievable thing was that the King of Xiaoyao, who always looked gentle and elegant, looked evil and was invincible at this moment.
The first sentence he said when he came back was stunned: "Father, do you have to voluntarily and be awake to the sacrifices?"
Xiao Zhanlong thought about it and replied, "It doesn't matter. As long as the sealing ceremony is borrowed from the resonance between the Xiao family's bloodline and the Fiery Divine Sword weapon spirit, the use of the sacrifice is to pass the Xiao family's request to the weapon spirit. Therefore, as long as the bloodline is,
It is pure enough to not require the voluntary sacrifice." Xiao Zhanlong spoke more tactfully. During the war, no one was willing to sacrifice himself. If the family really needed someone to sacrifice but no one voluntarily, this regulation would be very necessary
It's...
Xiao Huo pondered for a moment and said, "Use Qiming. I didn't kill me just now because of my selfishness. Now it seems that this child cannot be saved..." The King of Xiaoyao, who has always been cheerful and romantic, left heartbroken in front of the core of the empire for the first time.
Tears.
Xiao Huo's move to beat Xiao Qiming seemed to be cruel and vicious, but in fact he had special techniques, which only hurt his skin and flesh, but did not move his muscles and bones. He originally wanted to wait until the storm subsided and hide in a proper place to teach, but he encountered such a bad experience.
A situation where you can't go up.
Thinking of the rebellious son not being enterprising, he instead entangled with the demon, and such a great sin cannot be forgiven at all. Death, especially death for the continuation of the family, may be his best ending.
The tragedy in the world is nothing more than a father who loves his children deeply, and must send his son to the guillotine with his own hands.
While speaking, Rosa, who had the strength to do so, risked being attacked, brought Xiao Qiming, who had fainted, over and threw it on the ground like a dead pig.
"Have you thought about it?" Xiao Zhanlong asked Xiao Huo formally, he only has the right to deal with his own son.
"Being able to die for the family is the best destination in his life." Speaking of this, the famous Xiaoyao King smiled and said, "I believe in my wife, he is definitely the orthodox Xiao family bloodline."
A big joke resolved the awkward and dull atmosphere.
If you think about it carefully, if you don’t kill Qiming, you will not be able to convince the public at all. Death will be considered as the cause of death.
Xiao Zhanlong stood solemnly. Without paying attention to his broken and ragged clothes and his terrible wounds, just looking at his solemn expression and crossed hands, everyone could not imagine that this was a general who was old but murderous, but was like an identity.
A noble and pious priest.
After three deep breaths, Xiao Zhanlong spit out a series of notes that others cannot understand on his lips. His voice was difficult to understand. He had eight tones and a series of continuous sounds and tremoloes, as if he was singing in a low voice or possessed by a demon.
Xiao Tianming looked at the old master who was concentrating on chanting mantras with great interest. With a thousand years of experience, he clearly understood what the old master was saying. The ancient divine language is a language that has long been buried in the long river of history.
Most of them are used in messengers of the gods and ancient ruins, and their power is infinite, and even at that time it was one of the unsolved mysteries. The great significance of this spell by Xiao Zhanlong is: the spirit of the fire sword that suppresses the soul of the ancestors of the Xiao family.
Make it lose its effect.
As long as the spirit of the weapon is unwilling, any artifact will turn into scrap iron in an instant, meaningless. As for the blood sacrifice, it is actually to be able to reseal the bloodline of the Xiao family in the future and to take the Flame Sword forever.
At the critical moment of the ceremony, Abaton seemed to feel the abnormality of the atmosphere and the offensive became even more fierce. The slash of Dou Qi was waved by seventeen waves, and Eisinberg's shield was shaking.
"Hurry up, we have no time!" Xiao Tianming shouted loudly.
Xiao Zhanlong's spell became more and more rapid, and his hands were shaking violently, and a trace of blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth, ticking to the ground, splashing a mark in the shape of a crown.
The situation became more and more urgent, and even Rosa had to stop in front and use the Dou Qi Slash to offset the opponent's attack. However, facing the sudden acceleration of more than three times, it seemed like a drop in the bucket.
"Teacher, we can't stop it!" Eisingberg informed in his soul.
"How long is it? Ten minutes! Or even shorter!" Eisinberg seemed less confident. He knew that if the other party spared no effort to release his ultimate move, it would be difficult for him to survive for five minutes!
"Everyone is ready to fight!" Xiao Tianming roared and distributed the precious awakening potion in his hand to everyone. The awakening potion can only target the level ten strong people and is almost useless in the hands of the Holy Realm. In this case,
Even if one fireball or one acceleration technique is added, it can turn the situation around at the last moment.
After drinking a large amount of potions made by Xiao Tianming, the two elders of Song Wei improved a little, and Xiao Huo was in a better state than before. Only His Majesty the Emperor could only barely fight. The attack just now was too much consumption.
"Come on, everyone, give me some time!" Xiao Tianming forced the Skeleton King out, and quickly inserted the skeleton's rage behind his back, with the affected winter staff on his hand. This is also a helpless move, storage space isolates everything
External elements, once the Skeleton King loses contact with the Skeleton Wrath, he will lose his combat power and even disintegrate on his own.
The great double staff level six magician took out a bottle of lilac liquid from his arms. It was the source of magic that shone brightly in Longyan City. In order to conceal the secret of self-unsealing, he could only borrow this expensive super potion.
Fortunately, although the Xiao family was poor, they did not lack their own magic materials. Xiao Tianming decisively used the public and private interests and gave himself a bottle openly to prepare for emergencies. As a result, it was used by the Xiao family again.
After pouring the potion, Xiao Tianming's aura rushed up like a white crane soaring into the sky, and it only stabilized until the peak of level 10. Whether it was Xiao Tianming's unsealment or the magic effect of the potion, he could use a magic trick in a short time.
The master has been promoted from level 6 to level 10, and it seems that there are no huge side effects yet, so it is absolutely amazing.
Xiao Tianming ignored the many holy realms that were stunned and silently recited the mantra that he had not recited for a long time and did not dare to think about:
"Through the fog of life, cross the abyss of death, connect the past and present, connect to the south of the cape. In my name, cross the endless time and space. Appear! The bridge connecting the distance - the gate of time and space!"
The sound is low and gentle, desolate and ancient, like the whistle of a wise man, like the light singing of a dancer. A dark gray vortex slowly takes shape in the void. It is not gorgeous or ostentatious, like an eternal existence, silent,