Chapter 800 Lord of Ten Thousand Swords! face of the strong

Three thousand miles across the Great Qin border.

A deep valley, looking forward to piercing, but can't see the end.

The densely packed broken swords of remnants filled the deep valley, some were rusty, some were full of cracks, some were already weathered, as if they would collapse at any time... and some had been petrified and integrated with the rock walls of the earth.

"This is the legendary [Sword Burial Valley]...it's really impressive."

Wang Ling poked his head out and couldn't help sighing.

Such a spectacular scene, he could not see it in the capital.

"Be careful, do you think this is a vegetable market?"

At this moment, beside him, a big man with bare chest and arms grabbed Wang Ling, preventing him from taking another half step.

"Brother Xiong, what's wrong?" Wang Ling didn't know why.

"Do you know the origin of this Valley of Burying Swords?" Xiong Yier gave him a blank look and asked in a deep voice.

"I don't know." Wang Ling shook his head blankly.

All he knew was that the Valley of Burying Swords was a wonderland on the frontier, and it was said that there were millions of hidden swords in it, which was innumerable.

As early as when he first joined the Town Magic Division, Wang Ling wanted to come and see it.

In recent days, Zhou Dao has been unable to retreat, so he was free and brought Xiong Yier here.

Both are Black Banner envoys, Xiong Yier is under the command of True Lord Void, and he is also familiar with Wang Ling.

"This is an ancient battlefield." Xiong Yier said in a deep voice.

Three thousand years ago, the Great Qin Taizu was born out of nowhere, and the wind and cloud gathered, and the world's masters were seen at a glance, and they destroyed the Great Zhou royal family with a destructive force.

Although the country is dead, the blood is still there.

Back then, the last seven-year-old bloodline of the Great Zhou royal family was escorted by a great master, out of the pass, and killed all the way to the border.

Having said that, Xiong Yier remained silent for a while.

"This great master is famous, and he can be regarded as one of the most powerful existences in the world in the days of Great Qin Taizu..."

"The strongest existence!?" Wang Ling couldn't help being moved.

Times create heroes. Three thousand years ago, it was the time when bells and spirits gathered, and luck and fortune were united in ancient times.

In those years, I don't know how many unrivaled masters have been created, and there are endless streams of people who have joined the Tao.

How terrifying it would be to be called the strongest at that time.

"That great master is one of the only surviving elders of the Great Zhou royal family, and the world calls it the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords."

"He was invincible all the way. I don't know how many masters of Daqin he killed, including even the old friend of Qin Taizu."

"He escorted the blood of the Great Zhou royal family, and even killed his former friends. Qin Taizu was really angry, and wanted to come in person..."

"However, at that time he had already ascended to the great position, he is not what he used to be, and his status is precious, how could he come and kill him in person?" Xiong Yier said in a deep voice.

"On that day, the two masters came out from the capital, went to the outside of the Great Wall, and blocked the way of the Lord of Thousand Swords."

"Could it be..." Wang Ling's heart moved slightly.

"Tiangangdisha!" Xiong Yier spat out two names.

Those are the founders of the two forces of controlling demons and suppressing demons, and they are also the two most terrifying masters around Great Qin Taizu.

"The three of them fought here, the sky and the earth changed color, and everyone was shocked forever..." Xiong Yier's eyes were filled with deep awe.

Because of that battle, the terrain outside the border Great Wall changed accordingly.

The Lord of Ten Thousand Swords is powerful and terrifying. With a single thought, he can drive the world's magical weapons.

Millions of divine soldiers are hidden here, almost overwhelming the heaven and earth.

"This is where the Burial Sword Valley comes from." Xiong Yier sighed.

Three thousand years have passed, and the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords has long since disappeared from the world. Up to now, there are very few people in this world who even remember him.

As for Tiangangdisha, it has become a legend passed down from word to mouth in the world.

However, the million spells in the Burial Sword Valley were left behind.

"There are quite a few top-notch people here, and courageous monks often come here to hunt treasures, wanting to find an amazing magic sword." Xiong Yier showed a knowing smile.

This is an extremely huge chain of interests. The magic swords transported from [Buried Sword Valley] are all top-quality, and after changing hands several times, they can be sold for a large price.

"Why do you have to be so bold?" Wang Ling asked puzzled.

rumbling...

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

Not far away, the flames soaring into the sky created mushroom-like clouds, engulfing all the nearby monks.

There were bursts of screams, and in the fierce sword light and flames, they all turned into dense bones, and stayed in the Burial Sword Valley forever, becoming the burial of these magic swords.

"Because of this." Xiong Yier pointed.

"Endless Magic Sword, after three thousand years of transformation, some cores have already been broken, and a slight touch will cause disaster..."

"Some are contaminated with the evil spirits of heaven and earth, and they are so heavy that ordinary people can't grasp them at all..."

"There are also some swords that are even more outrageous. They can even transform into human shapes and confuse people's hearts..."

Xiong Yier shook his head. In short, earning a living in the Burial Sword Valley requires strength, luck, and foresight...

Those who want to make a fortune out of luck will stay here sooner or later.

"What? Are you tempted?" Xiong Yier asked with a smile seeing Wang Ling's eager expression.

In the Burial Sword Valley, there are endless magic swords, magic weapons, spiritual weapons, and even Taoist weapons... everything you need, but how you get it depends on your fate.

hum...

Suddenly, a sharp sword light shot up into the sky, the sky swayed, and the red flame turned into a fire bird, which spread its wings and flew high, and the scorching wind blew across the deep valley.

"That's... the ultimate spirit sword." Xiong Yier's expression changed slightly.

The best spiritual sword, which is already the top among many magic swords.

After all, at the top, only peerless spirit swords and Taoist artifacts can stabilize one end, and not everyone can meet such treasures.

"Flame Sparrow Sword...hahaha...not bad not bad!"

The deafening laughter echoed in the world, attracting envious eyes.

The phantom of the fire bird supporting the sky dissipated, and a young man in fine clothes stood in the void, holding a long red sword in his hand, which was infected with real flames and scorched endlessly.

"Brother Wei is invincible."

A burst of cheers resounded suddenly, deafening.

"Wei Tianya!? What luck." Xiong Yier raised his eyes, saw the figure clearly, and immediately his face darkened.

"let's go."

"Brother Xiong, who is he?"

"The little **** under Zhenjun Jiuyao's command, you'd better stay away from him." Xiong Yier reminded.

Now, the grievances between the newly-promoted Liming Sword Lord and Jiuyao Zhenjun have long been an open secret in Zhenmensi, and even Zhenkong Zhenjun is regarded as the opposite of Jiuyao Zhenjun, and the atmosphere is extremely tense.

"Xiong Yier, why are you leaving in such a hurry?"

At this moment, a faint laughter came from behind.

The fire was like a sword, and it was extremely fast in an instant. Wei Wuya controlled the [Flame Sparrow Sword], and the speed was almost ten times faster than usual, directly blocking their way.

"So fast!" Xiong Yier's complexion changed slightly, and his heart skipped a beat.

The top-grade spirit sword is indeed extraordinary, Wei Wuya has only just mastered it, and his strength has improved so obviously.

"Old Xiong, why don't you leave without saying hello? Why don't you come and **** new magic sword?"

Wei Wuya held the [Flame Sparrow Sword] in his hand, his arrogance was about to come out, and there was an incomparably frivolous look in his brows and eyes.

In the past, he and Xiong Yier were only in the middle of the same strength, but now, with the help of this top-grade spirit sword in his hand, they can stabilize one end without any suspense.

"It's really luck." Xiong Yier pouted, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Who wouldn't want such a spirit sword?

"Luck is also a part of strength..." Wei Wuya smiled slightly, and suddenly, his eyes fell on Wang Ling who was beside him.

"Huh!? A subordinate of Sword Lord Liming!?"

Wei Wuya looked at the imprint of the small sword glowing brightly at the corner of Wang Ling's clothes, and his eyes could not help but sink.

"Old Xiong, if you get involved with this kind of thing, I'm afraid you will never have the luck I have in this life."

"What did you say?" Xiong Yier asked in a deep voice with a cold expression on his face.

"What? Now you still dare to fight with me?"

As he spoke, Wei Wuya shook the [Flame Sparrow Sword] in his hand, the cold light shone like fire in an instant, and the powerful coercion made everyone present feel suffocated and frightened.

"Old Xiong, with great strength, you can have a loud voice. From now on, speak softly in front of me." Wei Wuya sneered.

"you…"

Xiong Yier's face turned red, and he was about to explode.

"Hahaha, interesting, really interesting, stupid humans always like to fight among themselves."

At this moment, a burst of wild laughter sounded suddenly.

In an instant, streams of light interweaved and flooded from the sky, turning into a large net covering more than five hundred miles.

"Demon Sect!?"

As soon as the words fell, a wave of terrifying aura shot up into the sky, and the divine sense was so powerful that it locked all the people present.

The group of masters who appeared suddenly were wearing black armor, carrying long swords, and there was a mark like a black lotus between their brows.

"The Black Lotus Guard of the Demon Sect... Oops, run!"

When everyone saw this, their hearts sank.

The Black Lotus Guard is the top guard of the Demon Sect. All members are one-of-a-kind masters. After life and death battles, they have undergone many selections and are personally trained by lord-level experts.

Once this kind of well-trained and terrible armed forces appeared, it was almost a disaster.

There is no possibility of escape for ordinary masters.

hum...

Almost immediately, Wei Wuya controlled the [Flame Sparrow Sword] and turned it into a flame, which shot up into the sky like a shooting star, and wanted to escape from this place.

"Senior brother Wei, you...you don't care about us?"

Wei Wuya's subordinates shouted one after another, showing signs of despair.

Facing the Black Lotus Guard, Wei Wuya's first thought was of course self-protection. He had just acquired the [Flame Sparrow Sword] and hadn't flexed his muscles yet, so how could he die here.

"It's really stupid, the turtle in the urn, still want to escape?"

A girl from the Demon Sect sneered, her red lips were like fire, her hands were in seals, her slender jade fingers shook like phantoms, the French net in the sky shrank suddenly, and thunderbolts rained down.

rumbling...

Lei Guang was swift and furious, and made more than a dozen shots in succession, finally caught Wei Wuya's figure.

"ah…"

Wei Wuya let out a scream, and the True Flame Sword Light that protected his body suddenly shattered, thick black smoke billowed from his body, and fell from a very high place.

"Brother Wei..."

Everyone looked up, seeing the falling Wei Wuya, their hearts instantly sank to the bottom of the valley.

Even Wei Wuya, who possessed the top-grade spirit sword, could not escape from birth. What hope do they have?

"It's such a waste of this superb spirit sword." The red-lipped woman chuckled.

"Stop dawdling with these trash, kill them all."

The leading man said in a deep voice, his eyes were cold, and there was a deep scar on the back of his hand, just standing there, he was not angry.

As soon as the words fell, the red-lipped woman didn't dare to neglect, the sky net fell down, wrapped in the power of thunder, and wanted to strangle everyone here.

The appearance in front of him looked like a fly swatter that had fallen.

"I haven't had time to go shopping yet. It's not good for you to spoil the fun like this."

Suddenly, an indifferent voice resounded through the sky and earth, and then, a figure slowly walked out from the crowd.

"Wang...Wang Ling...what are you going to do?"

Xiong Yier looked at Wang Ling who was standing in front of him, his eyes trembled, and his expression was blank and puzzled.

rumbling...

At this moment, a terrifying aura shot up from Wang Ling's body. In a trance, it was as if a great sun was shining across the sky.

The riotous thunder light danced recklessly, shaking the deep valley like a storm.

The world seemed to fall into a deathly silence, and various horrified eyes fell on Wang Ling.

"He...he...this is his strength!?" Xiong Yier was dumbfounded.

He originally thought that Wang Ling was just a new Jinzhen magician, just a stunned young man, and he always regarded him as a newcomer.

Who could have imagined that such a terrifying power was hidden in this kid's body, and his heart was moved by a single thought, and his breath covered the sky.

"Liming Sword Lord's lineage... What's going on? Why are the ones who just came in so fierce?"

Xiong Yier was in a daze, almost unable to control himself.

"Then... that's Liming Jianjun's... Wang Ling?"

"It doesn't seem long since he joined Zhenmensi. He was just promoted to the Black Banner Envoy not long ago. I heard that he still went through the back door."

"Your brain has been kicked by a bull, and this kind of strength still has to go through the back door? You are used to being used by others, right?"

"My mother, his strength is so terrifying? Everyone in this line is abnormal."

At this moment, the masters of Zhenmensi looked at Wang Ling with strange eyes, and there was deep awe in the shock.

Even Wei Wuya couldn't help showing a strange look, holding the Flame Sparrow Sword, he gradually felt a sense of powerlessness.

The aura that Wang Ling erupted just now even made him feel scared for a moment.

"I didn't expect Zhenmensi to come with a master!" Xiao Jiuhan touched the scar on his arm, his slightly narrowed eyes finally became sharp.

He seems to have found something interesting.

"Just the momentum broke my [Thunder Law Open]!?" The red-lipped woman frowned slightly, and she was no longer as relaxed as she was just now.

"Kill him, if you lose, you don't have to come back." Xiao Jiuhan said lightly.

"Obey!"

The red-lipped girl Qingmei's face trembled slightly, and she walked out slowly.

"Master of Zhenmensi, since you are strong, then I will meet you."

The red-lipped woman stood in the air, her terrifying aura perfectly matched her petite figure.

At this moment, all the masters of Zhenmagic Division pinned their hopes on Wang Ling, and even Wei Wuya cast a hopeful look at him.

Even if he doesn't want to admit it, but at this moment, in order to survive, he is willing that Wang Ling is strong enough~ lightnovelpub.net~ I didn't want to be strong enough. "

At this moment, Wang Ling's words caused everyone to fall into silence again, and doubts gradually appeared on their faces.

"Um!?"

"As a strong person, how can you allow a battle to be unfinished!?"

"Life and death determine the outcome. Didn't you fight him just now? You continue..."

Wang Ling turned around abruptly, waved his fingers, and aimed at Wei Wuya.

"You decide life and death, we will come again."

Wang Ling's expression was sincere and sincere, and he gave Wei Wuya the respect and dignity of a strong man.

Wei Wuya froze on the spot, didn't recover for a while, but when he felt the hostile gaze of the woman with red lips, his face finally turned livid.

"Wang Ling, you step on the horse..."