The beginning of the story: Tracing back to the empress, my qualifications to be the emperor

Chapter 66: The sword is called Feixian, please try the sword! (Available, please pre-order!)
"boom!"

Outside the emperor's bedroom, many people were taking action, and hundreds of flags were being pulled down one by one. With the last loud bang, a dozen people walked in.

These dozen people seemed to be between 30 and 40 years old, but no one knew their actual age. They all walked calmly and looked composed, and it was obvious at first glance that they had extraordinary temperament.

"Big Brother, please take action to avenge the Holy Son!" The disciple of Dayan Holy Land stepped forward and bowed respectfully to a middle-aged man.

This was a man who looked to be about thirty-seven or thirty-eight years old. He was tall, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. He was extremely heroic, and made people feel in awe of him, like an immortal king.

Many people present changed color and instantly understood who this person was.

This is Ling Tian, ​​a genius of the previous generation in the Dayan Holy Land. Now he has already become a famous figure who has cultivated to an extremely deep level in the fourth secret realm of dragon transformation. I am afraid he is not far from the Xiantai secret realm.

“Really? Someone actually dared to attack the Holy Son of Dayan?!” Ling Tian’s eyes were as deep as the ocean as he looked up into the air.

Mu Wushuang looked calm, the Azure Lotus Emperor Weapon in his palm rising and falling, his aura restrained, he spoke calmly, "It's just a casual crush of an ant."

None of the dozen or so middle-aged men who stepped into the underground palace were good people. They were all extraordinary figures from various holy places, and were half a generation to a generation older than the young people present.

Mu Wushuang, a young man, dared to say such words, and none of the dozen middle-aged men were not surprised.

"Where has the divine body of my Jiang family gone?" At this time, a middle-aged man in his thirties also raised his head, his sword-like eyebrows inverted, and a sharp aura rushed out.

"Uncle, the divine body of my Jiang family has also perished at the hands of this man." The people of the Jiang family also stepped forward and bowed respectfully to the middle-aged man of the Jiang family.

"You Wanchu are really brave to dare to attack my Jiang family's divine body." The genius of the previous generation of the Jiang family put his hands behind his back and spoke calmly.

Many people present recognized him. It was Jiang Yuanqing from the Jiang family. He was of medium build and not very tall, but he had an aura of great virtue, and there was a faint colorful fairy flame all around him.

This is a manifestation of cultivating the "Heng Yu Sutra" to an extremely deep level. He is very famous in the major holy places. If the Jiang family had not produced a divine body and a genius Jiang Yifei in this generation, the position of the future head of the family would definitely be his.

Afterwards, the middle-aged man from the Ji family also stepped forward and understood what had happened.

Two divine bodies and one holy son, two dead and one injured?
The expressions of these dozen people all changed color. They were half a generation to a generation older than the younger generation and were all geniuses, but they were also very concerned about those who were chosen as the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters.

In particular, the Jiang family's divine bodies and the Ji family's divine bodies were both known to be the strongest in the Eastern Wilderness. They were somewhat similar to the performance of the ancient emperor when he was young, but they were suppressed by just one person raising his hand, which made them shocked.

"You killed my clan's divine body. I'm afraid that even with Wanchu Holy Land behind you, you can't bear this crime."

The middle-aged man of the Jiang family spoke and shouted directly.

"Young man, you have such a cruel heart to kill my Great Yan Saint!"

At this moment, a streak of murderous intent appeared, followed by an arrow that was powerful enough to destroy the world. Mu Wushuang's body shook, his blood churned, and he hastily threw a punch!
Although the punch blocked most of the force, it also left a bloody hole in the fist.

This was the first time that Mu Wushuang was injured since entering the underground palace, which made everyone who had experienced the unparalleled scenes before a little stunned.

"Xuanhuang Bow!"

"This is the Xuanhuang Bow from the Dayan Holy Land. They actually brought this thing with them. This is a powerful weapon. Ling Tian used his ninth-level cultivation to summon it. It can shoot and kill ordinary Xiantai Secret Realm strongmen."

In the hall, Ling Tian, ​​a genius from the Great Yan Holy Land, had a cold face as he held a large bow filled with dark yellow energy. He looked extremely powerful. Bathed in the golden sun, he was like an arrow god, staring at Mu Wushuang with sharp eyes.

"In the cultivation world, you can kill me and I can kill you, it doesn't matter if we are ruthless or not!"

Mu Wushuang flew directly into the air. He did not get frustrated because of the sneak attack. He just warned himself in his heart that he must be more stable from now on.

Boom!

The Immortal-Slaying Gourd appeared, and in an instant it was surrounded by seven-colored light, like a vast ocean, flooding the surrounding area for hundreds of miles. The seven-colored light made this place look like a fairyland, and the shadow of a flying knife appeared in the middle, looking magnificent.

"Come die!"

Ling Tian, ​​a genius of the generation from Dayan Holy Land, roared. He walked in the air above the hall, holding the Xuanhuang bow, full of murderous aura and emitting tremendous divine power.

He was very powerful, a cultivator who was already at the ninth level of the Dragon Transformation Stage. He was now holding the Xuanhuang Bow, a perfect and powerful weapon that seemed to be able to shoot the sun. His pair of black eyes stared at Mu Wushuang with terrifying might.

Deng!
After pulling the bow, a dark yellow arrow shot out, as thick as ten feet, like a giant dragon.

"You shoot me with an arrow, so I'll return it to you with a knife!"

Mu Wushuang lightly grasped the Immortal-Slaying Gourd in his right hand, and in an instant a flying knife appeared in his palm, inch by inch of it crystal clear, with endless traces of Dao imprinted on it. The surging intention of flying immortals descended from the nine heavens and gathered on Mu Wushuang's body, making people tremble.

"Qiang!"

The ear-piercing sound of metal clashing rang out, the void collapsed bit by bit, and the terrifying blade light directly annihilated the attacking Xuanhuang arrow. Then with a click, the Xuanhuang bow that he relied on was seen to be cracked bit by bit, turning into several pieces of scrap iron that fell into the sky.

At the same time, five fingers were missing in a row on his right hand, and bright red blood was flowing down.

This scene scared everyone. No one had expected that with just one strike, not only did Ling Tian's flawless Saint Lord-level weapon break into pieces, but five of his fingers were also cut off.

The power of this attack is so terrifying!
"Gourd? Shatter the powerful weapon Xuanhuang Bow with one strike?"

"Isn't this the holy weapon passed down from Wanchu Holy Land?"

"Wanchu Holy Land even let him carry the Holy Weapon with him."

Since the power of the Immortal-Slaying Gourd has not been revealed, even the omniscient Zhatian Passerby could only vaguely guess that this gourd was one of the sacred weapons of the Wanchu Holy Land and was bestowed upon Mu Wushuang.

"I was reckless in this matter. How about we stop here?"

Ling Tian's blood was churning inside him. Facing the sword slashed by Mu Wushuang just now, he really felt like he was going to die.

Moreover, there seemed to be some force blocking the five fingers that had just been cut off, making it impossible for him to even repair his injuries.

If the knife had just struck him on the neck, he would have been beheaded.

He is the prodigy of the Great Yan Holy Land. He is only forty years old this year, but he has already reached the ninth level of Dragon Transformation. He cannot die here so easily.

He knew that Mu Wushuang was powerful, but with Mu Wushuang's level of cultivation, he could not activate a holy weapon more than a few times, at most two or three times. If they fought like this, it would not be good for either side, so he planned to negotiate peace.

"The battle is not a game. Once it starts, there will be no room for negotiation!"

Mu Wushuang is unparalleled in his dominance, with tremendous power like the vast ocean, and his divine light is as bright as a galaxy, dazzling and eye-catching.

"Son of Wanchu! Are you really going to be so ruthless?" Seeing that Mu Wushuang was about to attack again, Ling Tian gritted his teeth and roared, his face looking extremely ugly.

Another flying knife appeared in Mu Wushuang's palm, illuminating the world.

Boom!

At this moment, suddenly, a big hand appeared, stirring up the wind and clouds, and instantly held Ling Tian in its palm. Ling Tian also breathed a sigh of relief, quickly fled from the hall, and appeared behind an old man.

Someone intervened, and at the very least, it was someone of high power.

"What does it mean?"

Mu Wushuang held the Immortal-Slaying Gourd in his hand and spoke indifferently. He questioned the other party and was obviously a little angry.

"I shouldn't have participated in a fight between young people. I just used the Holy Soldiers. It can't be considered a real fight. It's reasonable for me to stop it."

At this moment, high in the sky, the old man stood in front of Ling Tian. He spoke slowly. It was obvious that he saw that his people could not win the fight, so he quickly stepped in to stop it. He had to say something reasonable.

Behind the old man, Ling Tian's blood boiled and his face looked very ugly. Feeling Mu Wushuang's gaze, he couldn't help but retreat.

The gourd in Mu Wushuang's hand was too terrifying. Just the aura of it made him feel that a thick shadow of death was enveloping him.

"He has something important to do right now, so it's not convenient for him to fight. I'll fight you again when I have time in the future."

The powerful person from Dayan Holy Land spoke up and answered calmly, making up a random excuse to get away with it, which was obviously biased.

"Alright! Do you still have any shame, you old bastard?"

At this moment, a lazy voice sounded, and when the voice sounded, even the powerful people in Dayan Holy Land changed color slightly.

Feng Wan of Wanchu Holy Land is an unrivaled powerhouse who is less than two hundred years old and is on par with the Holy Land's Holy Lord. In her hands, ordinary powerful beings are no different from dragon-transforming cultivators.

"No, I can handle it myself!"

As soon as Mu Wushuang finished speaking, a woman appeared outside the hall, wearing a Nine-Sky Floating Clouds robe. She was extremely graceful, with light steps, a perfect figure, and a transcendent temperament that was intoxicating.

What kind of woman is this? Her facial features are so beautiful, as if created by God himself. Her eyes are so captivating, but without any seductiveness. She just stands there without any movement.

Mu Wushuang nodded to Feng Wan, then looked at the mighty one from Dayan Holy Land and said in a neither humble nor arrogant manner:
"I have a sword called Feixian. Today I would like to ask the great master to test the sword!"

(End of this chapter)