A one-sided massacre was going on at the Fifth Army Camp 120 miles north of Yanjing. As soon as the Storm Army and the Tabai Army came up, they pressed their strongest spears—the grass-cutting messengers who suppressed the grasslands forcibly pierced through the elite defense line of Yanjing. officers at all levels.

The warriors of the five military camps in Kinki survived the roar of monsters, but they still couldn't escape the fate of being trampled by sharp knives.

Suddenly, a terrifying roar that pierced the sky, like rolling thunder, shook the battlefield!

"Fos!!!!"

The roar of the warrior wearing the horn helmet was real, setting off a rolling storm and roaring back all the enemies in front of him!

The soldiers of the fifth army battalion heard the sound, but saw a scene that made their souls fly away - the commander of the left army of the fifth army battalion, the Yanxia Bo Su Yulou, known as the Canned Sword and Martial Pillar, was repelled by this roar and even crashed into the fortifications behind On his antlers, sharp antlers pierced his abdomen from behind!

"Su Canjian, there's no need to rest for so long for this minor injury!" The bull-horned helmeted warrior held a giant sword, which cut the soldiers of the Fifth Army Battalion into two pieces with one sword. He held a steel tower shield in his left hand to block the barrage storm, and took the lead. Stepping over the fortifications, he shouted extremely arrogantly.

"It's really... I can't fool you!" Su Yulou snorted, without the help of others, he pulled it out from the antlers, and the left hand flashed a green light, and the wound on his abdomen that couldn't stop bleeding just now stopped. . Holding a broken sword in half, like a wounded lion, he charged towards the horn-helmed warrior.

"We have been together for five years, who doesn't know that the more cruel and fierce you Su Canjian is?"

"I haven't seen it for many years. The little ghost who was fined for 20 laps in the barracks back then didn't expect that he would actually be a disaster for the common people."

The battlefield fell into a strange silence for a while - Su Yulou and Chen Fengfeng were once comrades in the same bed?

"Where is Baiyujin?"

"You will soon be a dead person, there is no need to know where General Bai is."

"That's right." Chen Fengfeng strode forward, handed out a giant sword and pierced through the soldiers of the Fifth Army Battalion who were slaughtering him: "Anyway, as long as the Fifth Army Camp is destroyed, Bai Yujin is not a concern. After entering Yanjing , I will let the Su family go."

"No need."

Su Yulou's broken sword exploded with blazing light, recasting the broken sword like a blade of light!

"If it gets rusted, it can't be used, and it will shatter if it can't be used... The so-called dignity is actually very similar to a sword. But the broken sword will still be recast, and the lost dignity will never return!"

"The Yanxia Su family has been blessed by the royal family for generations, and this moment is the time to burn out!"

Su Yulou wielded the remnant sword, like a rolling river swept towards Chen Fengfeng, his voice resounded through the battlefield like thunder!

"Light for brilliance!"

At this moment, the morale of the whole army was greatly boosted, and the soldiers of the five army battalions shouted in unison: "Light up for brilliance!"

"Okay, then you will walk on the road of honor that has been passed down from generation to generation, for the sake of paranoid and absurd loyalty..." Chen Fengfeng threw away the tower shield and clenched the giant sword in both hands, like a towering mountain resisting Su Yulou's sword. .

"Let the rest of your life become a useless stone tablet."

...

On the city wall of the Chongsheng Gate in the south of Yanjing, the soldiers who were stationed in the city defense suddenly became nervous when they saw someone stepping on the sharp knife boots quickly approaching.

But when the figure of the visitor gradually became clear, the city defense captain's expression suddenly changed: "It's the ten-stringed martial arts general! He is seriously injured! Hurry up to open the small door and let him in! Medical officer, go and call the medical officer over! "

When the city defense captain went down with the medical officer, he saw the majestic Kinki general lying in the sergeant's arms with more air and less breath. He lost one hand and one foot, and one eye on his face was even more disturbed. Abruptly dug away. The wound was bleeding non-stop, and it seemed that running back had exhausted all his strength.

"General Bu, the medical officer is here, don't worry—"

"No……"

The city defense captain watched blankly, but he found that Mu Qi didn't care about his injury at all, his pupils were not in focus, and he seemed to be still immersed in his own memories.

"General Bu, what did you say?" the city defense captain asked, "Are you trying to tell the enemy's intelligence?"

"Yes, no... not..."

All of a sudden, it was as if he had touched a switch, and Mo Qi's expression fell into hysterical madness, struggling and roaring despite the injury!

"not human!"

"He's not human!"

"Don't come! Don't come! Don't..."

Seeing the Shixian Wuzhu so out of shape, the sergeants looked at each other in dismay, but they didn't think much about it, they only thought that Shixian Wuzhu might have been injured by the monster that transformed into the monster on the night of the monster transformation.

At the same time, on a hillside ten miles away from Chongshengmen, a heroic man wearing glasses was looking at the Yanjing on the horizon. He doesn't look like a warrior, but more like a scholar.

A young soldier dancing with a stick approached him later and asked with a smile, "Why did you let him go?"

"Gossip and fear are the best spearheads before the war. However, I seem to be playing too hard."

"It's strange that you can make mistakes."

"Ten miles away is the core of brilliance, the pinnacle of power, the accumulation of thousands of years of history, and the gathering of the beliefs of all people. When I think that Yanjing is within reach, even I will inevitably lose my temper."

"Then." Yin Guyue asked: "Are you going to enter the capital? The headhunter can't wait."

Lan Yan turned around and looked at the tens of thousands of troops behind with flags like rain and soldiers like forests.

"Tell Chai Xin to headhunter, the more this time, the more calm you have to be."

Lan Yan said: "Mr. Xia said that he would wait for the coalition forces in the three districts in the north, then we will wait."

...

In Yanjing, on the seventh floor of the Platinum Tower, the two are not the strongest, but definitely the most special young people are facing each other.

"Using the relics of the saints can change the characteristics of the divine weapon and turn it into a weapon with weakened power, but at a lower cost, and even the holy sword used by foreigners can shine..."

Cha Shiyin grabbed Le Yu's left wrist, tapped his Sage's Relic bracelet, shook his head and put it down: "What do you think the Sage's Relic was made for in the first place?"

Although he was reluctant to admit it, Le Yu clearly realized in his heart that the relics of saints might be really useless.

In this world, the holy sword Radiance is equivalent to a strategic nuclear bomb that destroys the world. Not only is the power amazing, but the price is also extremely terrifying - it will consume the life of the ruler.

There is a great terror between life and death, and the most difficult thing in life is one death. Therefore, if it is not a last resort, no emperor will be willing to activate the holy sword Huiyao to play, even if it is a last resort, the emperor would rather find other methods.

In all fairness, the emperor did not hate this destructive violence, but hated that he had to control this violence himself! Although the Ming Dynasty's royal family has been incessant for thousands of years because of the holy sword's brilliance bound to the bloodline, people are always eager to get more. The emperor not only wants to continue to control the holy sword, but also wants to use the holy sword without consuming the price!

At least the price can't be yourself.

But the holy sword, Radiance, is an absolute magic weapon that surpasses the times. The emperors of all dynasties have not studied it much, let alone eradicate its side effects. Moreover, the holy sword Huiyao is a family heirloom after all, and the royal family is also afraid of breaking the holy sword. After all, it is impossible for the emperor to climb out of the grave to guarantee it.

As for researching how to hand over the holy sword Huiyao to outsiders, it is even more inadvisable. Everyone is selfish. The bloodline binding of the holy sword Huiyao means that the Ming royal family is the royal family of all ages. The only talent feature.

According to this line of thinking, the royal family has only one choice: to create a magic weapon that possesses some of the power of the holy sword radiance, which can be used by foreigners, and it is best to be controlled by the holy sword radiance.

The craftsman who made the magic weapon would definitely scold his mother when he saw this kind of request from Party A who asked for colorful and black colors.

Thinking about it this way, the saint's relic is completely unreasonable: it can not only be used by outsiders, but if the holder wants to transform it into other magic weapons, he must first touch the body of the magic weapon.

That is to say, when the emperor needs to cut people, he will send his cronies to take charge of the relics of the saint, let him touch the holy sword radiance, and then the cronies can slash everything with fake goods.

Don't be afraid even if the cronies suddenly turn against the water, after all, fakes can't beat the real ones; as for the lost saint's relic, there is no problem, because people who haven't touched the holy sword can't copy the fakes.

However, the result was that the relics of the saints fell to the people and were not in the hands of the royal family.

Speaking of which, Le Yu had doubts before: why the magic weapons are spread all over the world, not to mention the possession of warlords and assassins, even barbarians have magic weapons, the royal family is funding the enemy ?

But if you think about it carefully, you will understand: magic weapons are tools after all, and tools need to be used by people, but people have selfish intentions.

Of course, the royal family did not want to lose the magic weapon, but the emperor could not go into battle himself, so he naturally had to entrust the magic weapon to his cronies. There are two situations here: when the cronies finish their work, they run away with a bucket of magic soldiers and fly away; or the cronies don’t want to run away, but others are jealous of the magic soldiers, stab the cronies in the back, and run away after grabbing the magic soldiers.

So why not hide the magic weapon? It's just as useless, after all, the magic barn is also guarded by people, as long as someone intervenes in the joints, there must be loopholes.

As time goes by, the magic soldiers naturally live in the people. However, this is not a one-way flow. After all, the ceremonies required to activate the magic weapon are relatively obvious, and many magic weapon holders will also take the initiative to expose - those who have no confidence will live cautiously, and those who can go crazy at any time are basically Live arrogantly.

Sometimes the imperial court will reclaim the magic weapon, and after reclaiming it, it will be exiled to the people. There was a time when the emperor collected half of the magical soldiers, and even formed the "Divine Weapons Division" for this purpose, and sent the holders of the magical weapons to pursue the magical soldiers. rolled away.

But in the final analysis, it is actually the royal family that does not pay much attention to magic weapons.

It's not that the royal family doesn't care about magic weapons, the royal family cares a lot, but there is currently no perfect program for using magic weapons. No matter how you block, chase and intercept, the magic weapon will be lost, and it is not worth wasting energy on it.

Moreover, there is the holy sword radiance to suppress the common people, and the magic weapon is no threat to the royal family. On the contrary, it is the magic soldiers who are living in the people, who will basically cause a **** storm, and invisibly help the court to solve many idle people in society.

However, the status of different magic weapons in the hearts of the royal family is different. Like the magic magic weapon and flying boots, once it is lost, it will inevitably be pursued by the whole country. No matter how many people die, there are two reasons. On the one hand, Flying boots are really practical, on the other hand all emperors want to fly freely in the sky.

Who didn't have a dream of flying when they were young?

The flying boots are enough to show that the royal family has the power to monopolize a certain magic weapon. Therefore, the relics of the saints have flowed to the people and are held by the Morrowind Ding family, which can only indicate one problem - the royal family does not care about the relics of the saints.

The reason for not caring is also clear-the relic of the saint that cannot replicate the radiant power of the holy sword is just an interesting toy, and its importance is not even comparable to the flying boots.

"You've also seen the list of divine soldiers, aren't you surprised by the name of the saint's relic?"

Cha Shiyin suddenly changed the topic: "There are two ways to name the magic weapon, one is named according to the function, such as the phantom knife, blood essence stone, golden hand, crazy mask; the other is based on the poetic description of appearance, such as disputes Veil, Purple Resentment, Overlord Butterfly..."

"The name Saint's Relic is neither a functional name nor a poetic description."

Cha Shiyin stretched out his slender fingers and lifted the blood-red hair in Le Yu's ear: "It comes from his manufacturing process."

"Although the twelve-pole magic weapon is said to be made by Liezong, in fact, the whole process has gone through the three dynasties of Liezong, Wenzong and Zhaozong. Because of its difficulty in manufacturing, the relic of the saint is the last magic weapon to be produced."

"The original code name of the saint's relic was called 'fake'. When Wenzong was young, the fake began to be forged, and when Wenzong was old, the fake still failed to achieve its ideal goal: to become a holy sword Brilliant fake."

"So Wenzong believed that the holy sword, Huiyao, as the ancestor of the magic weapon, could not copy the fake product at all. The only way to copy it is to make the fake product authentic."

"How to make a fake become a real one? That is to make the fake drink the flesh and blood soaked by the holy sword. He thinks so, and he does it - Wenzong, who has been left in the wind, uses his last vitality to wave the holy sword. Yao, then jump into the furnace and become part of the fake."

Le Yu: "He failed?"

"He succeeded~lightnovelpub.net~ also failed." Cha Shiyin said calmly: "He succeeded, the fake can indeed replicate the holy sword Huiyao; he also failed, because as he said, the holy sword Huiyao Yao cannot reproduce a fake."

Le Yu frowned slightly, obviously not understanding what riddle Cha Shiyin was talking about. Cha Shiyin smiled: "You have also witnessed the process of being summoned by the holy sword Huiyao twice. You should know that unless someone deliberately summons it, the holy sword Huiyao is invisible and does not exist."

Le Yu faintly realized something, "So, when no one calls, the fake can become the real one."

"Correct answer." Cha Shiyin said: "But when the sword master summons, the fake is just a fake after all, and the holy sword Huiyao will return to the sword master."

"Even if you get a fake product, if you don't get the approval of the holy sword Huiyao, you won't be able to exert any power."

"In other words, the fake is just a scabbard."

"A kaleidoscopic scabbard."

"A scabbard for the emperor."