Chapter 322 Revenge
In the darkness, only the Human Emperor Sword was still emitting golden light, as if all the darkness could not get close to him.
It was not darkness that approached him.
Zhao Yushu emerged from the shadows. He took another gamble, betting that Qiulong could not control the Human Emperor Sword at all, or that the Human Emperor Sword did not want to stay in Qiulong's hands, so it would not take the initiative to attack Qiulong's enemies when he entered the shadow world.
The Qilin dragon instantly dodged the Assassin that was stabbing at the seam between the helmet and armor on the back of its neck, and then heard a sound that made it tremble with fear.
when.
Minghong and the Human Emperor Sword collided with each other.
These two twins, who were born from the same furnace, have been separated since the moment they were cast many years ago. The last time they met was probably when Minghong was beheaded.
Four hundred years later, Minghong finally succeeded in ramming his way into his brother, who enjoyed all the honors in the world, in the hands of his new master.
Proud and proud.
The Human Emperor Sword was taken away by the Human Emperor, but the remaining scraps were unwilling to accept the result, so they cast it themselves. There was no skilled craftsman to make it, and it was not popular, but they were just unwilling to accept the result.
The Human Emperor thought that his sword intent was too strong and wanted to destroy it the moment it came out of the oven, but he failed.
Four hundred years ago, by chance, Emperor Taizong, holding the Human Emperor Sword, finally cut Minghong in two.
Four hundred years later, in front of Emperor Taizong's coffin, Zhao Yushu, holding Minghong, finally chopped the Human Emperor Sword hard.
Of course the Human Emperor Sword would not be cut off, but it was cut by Minghong.
Zhao Yushu felt Minghong's anger and determination, and used all his strength in this attack.
Even though his cultivation was not as good as Qionglong's, and even though Minghong's additional attributes were not as good as the Human Emperor Sword, this attack still made a collision sound that was enough to scare Qionglong.
A golden light burst out, and Zhao Yushu was blasted several feet away. Blood oozed out from all his orifices. The hand that was holding Minghong was bloody and trembling constantly.
Minghong was also trembling, and there was a crack on the blade as big as a little finger. In the head-on collision, Minghong still lost.
Zhao Yushu tried hard to raise his head and couldn't help laughing. Not only he was blown away by the golden light, but also the Qionglong.
The Qionglong was in an even worse situation, its golden armor had now dimmed and its entire body was shaking as if struck by lightning. Zhao Yushu firmly believed that if he still had the strength, if he rushed forward now and stabbed Minghong, he would have a chance to kill this master who had been in the state of perfection for hundreds of years.
Unfortunately, or fortunately, no one could move.
The Human Emperor Sword was quietly suspended above Taizong's coffin. He was injured at the hands of Qiulong, and Qiulong was no longer qualified to hold him. As for using it, no one was qualified to use it except Taizong.
What made Zhao Yushu so happy was not just that he had angered the Human Emperor Sword and then suffered losses together with Qionglong.
We are all from the same mother. Even if I am a blank slate and you have a gold legendary entry, there is no reason why I should be the only one to get hurt after a collision.
On the Human Emperor Sword, an extremely tiny gap that was almost invisible to the naked eye seeped out a ray of golden light. This ray of golden light floated uncontrollably through the underground palace and slowly seeped into Minghong.
The magic sword has a spirit, and the sword spirit is also a kind of divine spirit.
Minghong greedily devoured the very little golden light that seeped out of the Human Emperor Sword. Zhao Yushu immediately noticed that the qi sea in his body had changed again. The original golden spiritual power began to emit a faint golden halo. The halo was very faint, but it could make everything visible.
The corner of Zhao Yushu's mouth twitched. Minghong was so brave, but the few effects that the God Eater snatched were all auxiliary. The Lake God reduced damage, the Mountain God restored blood, and the Human Emperor Sword reversed invisibility...
Can't we swallow something stronger?
Zhao Yushu's mind moved, and Minghong disappeared. He returned to the Qi Sea listlessly to recuperate. It was unknown how long it would take to recover from such a big wound.
And now, I can't move, but I have used the Human Emperor Sword to severely injure the Qionglong. The power it used to fight against the teacher should have disappeared, so the teacher will be able to come down and chop it soon.
Then the next moment Zhao Yushu shivered with fear, and the Qionglong actually stood up!
It's over!
The Qionglong's visor had been shattered, and its steps were staggering. Its pair of pupils revealed undisguised murderous intent and anger, and then it suddenly leaped up.
Zhao Yushu stared in amazement as the dragon landed beside the prince, picked up the trembling prince, crashed into a stone wall, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
It ran away.
Zhao Yushu stared blankly at the Human Emperor Sword still floating above Taizong's coffin, then glanced at the scholar protected by the White-hoofed Crow. He couldn't help but sigh that the prince was really lucky.
The battle in the imperial mausoleum's sacrificial hall was also coming to an end. Zhang Tianshi was alone with Yan Hui, the wolf girl was protecting the seriously injured old eunuch and the exhausted Zixiao Zhenren, General Wang was entangled with a deputy envoy, and the old man was fighting against the right envoy and the rest of the deputy envoys alone.
The right-hand man is confident of victory. No matter how strong the old immortal is, he is just a spent force. Even though he is not as good as these legendary figures, he is still a master in the inner world. Moreover, the old immortal has to deal with the pressure deep in the imperial mausoleum. Even if he is dragged out, he can be killed.
But he soon realized that he was wrong. The old immortal really only had 20% of his strength left, and half of this 20% was used to block the murderous intent coming from the underground palace. He was afraid that he could not hold on for long. But with this mere 20% of his strength, except for himself, all his deputies were repelled in a single encounter. The old immortal was like Tongguan, who could destroy all your hopes if he blocked the way there alone.
If you don't want to reveal your identity, just use conventional skills and you won't even be able to touch the corner of the old immortal's clothes.
But if he uses his inner vision and his identity is exposed, he won't be able to kill all of them. Then which sect in the world can withstand the revenge of this old madman?
You have to know that the name of madman is not given randomly.
The Right Envoy was a little hesitant and his sword-holding posture changed subtly. At the same time, he winked at several subordinates, telling them that they would give up on assassinating Zixiao and the old eunuch and focus on attacking the old man to create a chance for the Right Envoy.
As long as the old immortal dies, Zhang Tianshi and the wolf girl will not be able to escape. Then, as long as we find an opportunity to slowly wear down Gu Changfeng, great things will be accomplished.
Just as the right-hand man was about to take action, the pressure from the underground palace suddenly eased, and Qiulong was forced to retract some of his strength to fight against Zhao Yushu.
"Let's go!" The right-hand man made a prompt decision. He knew that he couldn't kill the old immortal today.
They had to leave, but they wouldn't leave so easily. Several inner scenes worked together, and dense sword lights formed a big net that covered everyone, even their previous ally Yan Hui.
The old man pushed his hands forward, and a star the size of a human head appeared out of thin air. A huge suction force suddenly came from the star, sucking up all the sword light, and it fell into the star and shattered into pieces.
"Old Six won." The old man looked back and the pressure from the underground palace had completely disappeared.
The wolf girl rushed to the outside of the imperial mausoleum, and when she came back, she was holding the body of a man in black in her hand: "I was a step too slow, and he has been killed."
The one who died was the leader of the Tang Clan who was captured by Zixiao. Now that he is dead, the identities of the other people in the underworld become a mystery. Even the old immortal can no longer take action against the younger generation of the Tang Clan.
"It's okay, I'll go talk to someone."
"But you have no evidence."
"When do I need evidence when I want to beat someone up?"