"Thousands of swords roar in unison!"

"Wanjian surrender!"

"Sword Master from Heaven... This... This is actually true! The prophecy left by the ancestors has actually become a reality today!"

"You, it's actually you! The Sword Emperor Chongguang, the master of Dazheng, it's actually you!"

Dongli Patriarch, after being stunned, exclaimed again and again, but when he saw Yang Zheng, he was stunned again.

prophecy!

The Heavenly Sword Master in the language left by the ancestors of the Dongli Sword Family turned out to be this guy!

This guy, at the beginning of the competition for the Four Great Talents, outplayed his daughter!

Why?

Why is the Heavenly Sword Master, this guy?

Patriarch Dongli can't figure it out at the moment, because he hates Yang Zheng!

"Why can't it be me?"

Yang Zheng turned around and smiled at Patriarch Dongli.

"You, the Sword Emperor Chongguang! What you know is the peerless swordsmanship, you are a swordsman, you are not a swordsman!"

Patriarch Dongli said solemnly.

"Yes, you are a swordsman, a peerless swordsman, but you are not a peerless swordsman!"

"Sword master, must be a peerless swordsman!"

"You are just relying on your own powerful cultivation to make Wan Jian surrender!"

The rest of the swordsmen also spoke at this moment.

They are all swordsmen, and the master of the sword is the ultimate goal they pursue in their lives, and it can also be said to be their belief. But at this moment, ten thousand swords shouted together, ten thousand swords surrendered, everything showed that Yang Zheng was actually the master of the sword.

This makes them unacceptable!

How could a swordsman be a sword master?

"Swordsman? That's the case. You think I'm just a swordsman. Then I can only say that your knowledge is too superficial, and your understanding of me is too superficial."

Yang Zheng shook his head slightly.

He looked at Jian Zhuang again, raised his right hand with his back to the crowd, and took it lightly.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, within the sword mound, Wan Jian flew out!

At this moment, Wan Jian not only screamed in unison, but also flew wildly around the sword mound under the control of Yang Zheng!

Thousands of swords fly!

One person can control ten thousand swords!

"you!"

"This is impossible!"

"How could you do this!"

The head of the Dongli family, as well as the swordsmen of the Dongli family, exclaimed one by one.

"I was originally a peerless swordsman, how could I not be able to use this simple method of mastering the sword?"

Yang Zheng chuckled lightly and pointed at it, only to hear a clanking sound, all the swords flying around the sword mound, all returned to their places!

This scene caused everyone in the Dongli family to fall into a daze once again.

Yang Zheng's few tricks surpassed what they had learned in their entire lives. The sword-fighting method that Yang Zheng had just demonstrated was something they had been pursuing in their entire lives. The thing they had been pursuing in their entire life was actually easily displayed by a swordsman!

This.......

silence!

Speechless!

Shocking!

Nowhere to be ashamed!

Patriarch Dongli and a group of swordsmen were in a very complicated mood at the moment.

In this scene, they never thought, never thought that it would be an outsider who caused the vision of the sword mound, and that outsider was still famous for his swordsmanship!

The King of Swords is reborn!

The lord of big zheng!

It's him!

Yang Zheng!

"You... come to Dongli's house, what are you doing?"

After the silence, Patriarch Dongli asked. He stared at Yang Zheng with a bad premonition in his heart.

"Is Dongli Mei here?"

Yang Zheng opened his mouth.

"What are you doing with my daughter?"

When Patriarch Dongli heard this, his face sank.

"It turned out to be my uncle. I should have said it earlier. If I had known it was my uncle, I took the initiative to give a big gift." Yang Zheng looked at the Dongli Patriarch and said with a smile, "Uncle, I am here this time to give a betrothal gift. I , to marry Miss Dong Limei."

"You! Humph! Impossible! It's impossible for my daughter to marry you! Also, my daughter is already married!"

Dongli Patriarch snorted coldly, swept the long sword in his hand, and drew a sword light.

"Uncle, Meier and I have already set a lifelong event on the Primordial Star. Uncle, there is a saying that a twisted melon is not sweet. Now it's the Galaxy Age, and some old and rotten things should be thrown away. Well, only then can progress be made."

Yang Zheng smiled slightly.

"In short, my daughter, absolutely cannot marry you!"

Patriarch Dongli continued to speak coldly.

"So, uncle, then I can only use a little means to forcefully take away my Meier."

Yang Zheng looked indifferent and glanced at the Dongli Patriarch.

"you......"

Patriarch Dongli stepped back at this glance.

The rest of the Dongli family swordsmen also felt an inexplicable chill, and the hands holding the sword couldn't help shaking!

"Zheng!"

At the next moment, in the sword mound, Wan Jian roared again, and a series of famous swords flew out and gathered above Yang Zheng, forming a dragon shadow of swords!

"Yang Zheng, this place is the sword grave of my Dongli family!"

Dongli Patriarch stared at Yang Zheng.

"so what?"

Yang Zheng's face turned cold, he raised his right hand, and the dragon shadow of the sword above moved!

"Stop!" Patriarch Dongli immediately shouted: "Mei'er is in Huntian Daoyuan, you want to find Meier, go to Huntian Daoyuan! However, I remind you, the young patriarch of the Tianzu is pursuing Meier in Huntian Daoyuan! Even if you can kill the Taoist body of the ancestor of the Tiandao Palace, the Tianzu is not something you can provoke!"

"Heavenly clan... what is that, I have never heard of it!"

Yang Zheng chuckled, and then the dragon shadow of the sword dissipated, and Wan Jian returned to the sword mound, leaving only a long sword like frost. He made a move towards the long sword with his right hand, and the long sword let out a crisp sound and fell into his hands.

"Small Frost Sword!"

Dongli Patriarch saw the long sword, his expression changed, and he shouted.

"Wei Frost Sword... This sword is not bad, Xuanji, this sword is suitable for you."

Yang Zheng danced a sword flower at will, and gave Wu Xuanji the Weishuang sword in his hand.

Although this Frost Sword is not the highest grade divine sword in the Sword Tomb, it is very unique. It is sealed with a spirit, a sword spirit, which is equivalent to a natural sword spirit. When it grows up in the future, it is forgotten to advance to the Nine Heavens Divine Weapon.

Therefore, Yang Zheng took out the Frost Sword.

"Um."

Wu Xuanji took the Weishuang Sword and responded, and then in front of the Dongli Patriarch and the other swordsmen, she took the initiative to send a kiss to Yang Zheng.

This scene made Patriarch Dongli and a group of swordsmen speechless once again.

The famous sword Weishuang, one of the three favorite swords of the first generation sword master, was robbed by that guy like that! ..