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Chapter 462 King's Weapon
Wei Lang swung the knife in his hand fiercely towards Zhong Lin. With one swing, the entire hall was enveloped by the violent knife energy. The knife energy soared into the sky and broke through the clouds.

Roar!
Waves of sword sounds like tiger roars rang out, as if a vicious tiger was roaring towards the sky.

Zhong Lin's pupils shrank, his hair stood on end, and his heart began to beat wildly.

Wei Lang was only at the Gang stage of the Yin-Yang realm. Although Zhong Lin was two realms lower than him, he could easily suppress him with his transformed "Five Elements Hunyuan Gong" and powerful body. But after shaking hands with this strange knife, Zhong Lin felt a fear of death enveloping his whole body. The mere burst of knife energy made his brows ache.

"hide!"

Zhong Lin did not dare to hesitate at all. His body moved suddenly, his spine surged like a dragon rising into the sky, and he dodged quickly to avoid the terrifying knife.

boom!
The air currents were extremely vast, an endless hurricane rose up, and the strong winds and explosions swept across the sky.

Zhong Lin was directly blown away. At the critical moment, he avoided the attack of the sword energy, but even so, the blood in his body was churning and his spiritual energy was shaking.

call out!call out!
In the distance, Chi Zhonglin and Bian Yingjie were also running over quickly. Naturally, they also felt the terrifying sword energy.

"Junior brother, are you okay?"

Chi Zhonglin stood in front of Zhong Lin with a worried look on his face.

"I'm fine, be careful of the knife in his hand."

Zhong Lin shook his head and reminded him with a serious expression.

At this time, Bian Yingjie also took out his life-threatening weapon, the spear, and looked at Wei Lang, who looked like a god or demon, with full of vigilance and doubt, or to be more precise, at the knife in his hand.

"Is this... a royal weapon? Holy crap, it really is a royal weapon."

"Royal weapon? Where is it? Where is it?"

After just a quick scan, both of them fixed their eyes on the long sword in Wei Lang's hand.

The blade of the knife was four feet long and half a foot wide. It was dark black with dark red lines like the meridians of the human body. An animal spine was clearly visible on the inside of the blade, and the bone spurs on the vertebra were as sharp as teeth.

The tip of the blade is slightly tilted upward to form a perfect arc, and the spine of the blade near the tip is made into several serrated notches. The entire blade gives people an indescribable beauty, a beauty full of murderousness.

The unknown two-headed beast image on the hilt gives people a feeling of ferocity and viciousness. The blood-red eyes are full of murderous intent, as if even the soul will be trapped in it.

The most important thing is the terrifying power contained in this sword, which is incomparable to that of a treasure. Only a stronger royal weapon can do that.

The weapons used by warriors are all nurtured by themselves, and the royal weapons can only be nurtured by the strong men at the king level.

This is the weapon of a king-level warrior!
If it was in the hands of a powerful king, naturally no one would dare to make a move on it, but since its owner is now just a small warrior in the Yin-Yang realm, how could it not arouse the envy of others?

Bian Yingjie and Chi Zhonglin looked at each other and saw the greed in each other's eyes.

"So this is the real treasure of the Zhenhai Sect's inheritance site. The others are just accessories. What should we do?"

"What should we do? Steal it! How can a Yin-Yang Realm junior be qualified to possess such a powerful divine weapon? If I'm not mistaken, this is the Demon-Smashing Sword in the hands of the Zhenhai Sect's founder. The vertebrae on the blade were taken from a King Realm demon beast, the Red Flame Tiger King. How can we miss out on such a divine weapon?"

Bian Yingjie licked his cracked lips and said viciously.

"Okay, grab it first, and we'll talk about the distribution later. Junior brother, you hold the line and don't let him run away." Chi Zhonglin ordered without turning his head.

Zhong Lin nodded and slowly stepped aside.

Tread!

Wei Lang held the Demon-Smashing Sword upside down and stepped out of the Black Stone Castle. He took one step at a time, and a slight breeze blew, and the sword's will soared into the sky, breaking through the clouds.

Roar!
Waves of sword sounds like tiger roars rang out, as if a hungry tiger was roaring towards the sky.

As he moved forward step by step, the force of his sword became more concentrated, and the cyclone around him swept up the dust in the sky, mighty and murderous.

He advanced with murderous intent as strong as that of splitting mountains and breaking seas.

"You are all going to die."

From dozens of feet away, Wei Lang roared suddenly, and the sharp sound was like a knife blade, cutting through the sky and shaking for hundreds of miles, even directly killing some evil demons.

"Eight Demon-Slaying Swords, Hurricane."

Wei Lang roared suddenly, raised the demon-breaking sword in his hand, and slashed it from dozens of feet away.

Roar!
The air flow surged in all directions, as if a real blade light was stretching out.

First, a tiger tail as long as ten feet and as thick as a child's arm stretched out, and a light stroke in the air blew out a fierce gust of wind. Then, four tiger claws as big as millstones suddenly stretched out, and the sharp claws tore through the air.

Then came the majestic and agile body, and finally the huge tiger head emerged from it, with the huge three-foot-long fangs flashing with a cold light.

Rumble!
The giant tiger formed by the sword light looked around, looking down on the world, and opened its mouth slightly, and the tiger roar resounded through the sky.

Immediately, a hurricane several feet wide arose, sweeping across the sky with explosive winds.

Within hundreds of miles, those evil demons who had never had any brains could not help but tremble at the sound of the whistling sword and knelt on the ground.

"Brother, be careful. This is the Zhenhai Sect's 'Eight Demon-Slaying Swords.'" Zhong Lin reminded loudly.

"Eight Swords to Slay Demons" is a powerful weapon that is in no way inferior to "Eight Styles of Azure Dragon", and is even more lethal. Long Zhao once introduced this powerful sword technique of Zhenhai Sect to Zhong Lin, but the murderous aura of this sword technique is too sharp, and it is easy to hurt others and oneself before it is practiced to perfection. Therefore, it is usually shelved and few disciples of Zhenhai Sect practice it.

The move Wei Lang performed was called "Hurricane". It was created by the founder of Zhenhai Sect after watching an ancient hurricane. When he swung his sword, the light slashed straight and horizontally like a tornado, crushing anyone or anything.

"Good knife, good knife skills."

Chi Zhonglin faced this sword technique with his eyes, not only without fear, but also with a strong fighting spirit.

He exclaimed in his heart and tore the storm in the sky apart with a stride.

With a grab of his right hand, the black heavy sword fell into his palm.

"Heavy Sword: Starfall."

As the faint sound of Chi Zhonglin floated in the air, a magnificent and domineering sword light rose high and pierced through the clouds amid a sharp sword sound that pierced the sky and split the clouds.

Then it suddenly slashed down, splitting the sky and slashing straight at Wei Lang's sweeping storm of sword light.

Wei Lang smiled violently, and the storm of sword light gathered, and the giant tiger with sword light roared to meet the heavy sword that was chopped down by the scales in the pool.

Rumble!
Under the gazes of the crowd, the rolling knife energy and sword energy collided violently.

The sound of swords clashing covered the entire secret realm like thunder. Countless evil demons screamed and their bodies and souls were destroyed, leaving only pure evil energy.

(End of this chapter)