The most powerful emperor system

Chapter 729 The origin of the king, the battle of power
Where the long sword pointed, the mountains turned into the king's corpse and the ten-thousand-mile plain in front were all cut open, and a bottomless black lacquered gully appeared, and that kind of transcendent sword intent still lingered.

Wisps of sword light emerged from the gully, shining brightly and slowly dissipating between the sky and the earth, and the immeasurable light also dissipated.

The four-foot green sharp nail was nailed to the ground, and the majestic figure collapsed and returned to the coffin. The huge coffin board flew back upside down and covered the coffin again.

"Every iron-blooded child of our human race, you can step forward and take the origin of my king! Reborn, kill the enemy to defend the country, and protect the safety of our human race! Remember, remember!"

A majestic and benevolent voice resounded throughout the underground space, and five or sixty people, including Luoyang, were enlightened for a while.

What happened just now was really too dramatic. Unexpectedly, the Sword King, who had been dead for a million years, would have such a means. He directly killed the corpse king Cannian with a sword, and knocked down the arrogant Wu Zhi from the altar.

"Sword King, you are really a man!" Luo Yang stretched out his thumb and said, he rarely admires a person, but the Sword King deserves his admiration!
This king has fought for the human race all his life, and he has left many scars from his conquests here and there.
Even now, even though he has died long ago, a lingering lingering thought actually contributed to his most precious king origin.

Letting the descendants of the next generation inherit good fortune is really dedicating everything in life and after death.

Zhang Wenyuan's eyes were red, and his eye sockets were already moist: "The King of Swords is worthy of being a king named after swords! He is worthy of being a hero of the human race. We must always remember him, inherit his will, and protect the greatness of the human race."

With the promise of the Sword King, the faces of the six emperors and dozens of powerhouses all turned wild. They are all pure-bred humans, and they are qualified to inherit the origin of the Sword King!

That is the origin of the king. It can be said to be a shocking good fortune. It is the purest power that has been condensed from the essence of flesh and blood after the death of the king. It is almost equivalent to the inheritance of a king!

When the strong under the king are refined, they can be reborn and soar into the sky, not to mention the achievement of great power, even becoming a half-step king is just around the corner!
So they all rushed up like crazy, their greed almost reached the level of madness, their eyes were as red as coals, their blood accelerated, and their heartbeats hit their throats.

The four-foot green blades formed by the fusion of three thousand swords are buzzing there. They don't want their master's body to be desecrated by others, but they can't disobey their master's orders, so they can only let out a wail of unwillingness!
The sword chant was melodious and piercing, like the cries of white apes in the thick fog on both sides of the river, which made people feel a sense of sadness involuntarily. The nose was sore and the corners of the eyes were tearing. There was a feeling of the end of the king and the end of the hero.

"The origin of the sword king must not be obtained by this group of selfish and selfish guys. That is an insult to the sword king!"

Zhang Wenyuan's voice was hoarse, and his face was gloomy and terrifying. It was obvious that he was trying his best to suppress his anger.

Luo Yang grabbed the fairy burial coffin in his hand, and laughed wildly: "What are they? They don't deserve the inheritance of the Sword King. It's impossible to put them in the coffin!"

Yin Xia nodded, her beautiful eyes sparkled with brilliance, the strange-shaped dagger reappeared, and she was still holding Luoyang's ten magic map in her left hand, ready to launch a thunderous blow at any time.

The six emperors walked in the front. At this moment, facing the origin of the king, everyone has gone crazy. They have no morality or trust at all. Now everyone is an enemy and no one can be trusted, so they are very jealous of each other.

They walked to the front of the sapphire coffin, and the six of them stretched out their hands together, and the all-powerful soldiers around them who had recovered to the extreme protected themselves, and together they pushed open the coffin.

When the lid of the coffin fell to the ground, a round of milky white scorching sun burst out, with a diameter of about ten feet, all boiling with pure energy to the limit, this is the origin of the king!
Countless divine swords are rushing back and forth between the heaven and the earth, the sword energy opens the gate of heaven, the sword light flashes through Kunlun, and there are scenes of thousands of swords returning to their ancestors and the way of swords rushing between the origin of the king of the sword king.

The mournful sound of Three Thousand Swords became louder, and its humming vibration on the ground was reluctance and unwillingness.

"The origin of the king, mine!" Emperor Tai Geng's eyes were red and bleeding, his body seemed to be flowing with sword intent, and he stretched out his hand to grab the origin of the king.

Emperor Zixing swallowed hard, the power of the tenth level of Nirvana was surging, and he also stretched out his hand: "I got it, I must get it! When the time comes, great power will be nothing!"

The six emperors made a move together to seize the origin of the king, and dozens of people from all directions behind them also turned into powerful hands with spiritual power, and they were catching the origin of the king!
The King of Sword left his will, so naturally he will not resist. Seeing that the origin of the king is about to be taken away by this group of people with sinister intentions, the three people in Luoyang are ready to make a move, just waiting for an opportunity!
"Go away!"

At this moment, there was a sound of shouting like a torrent of bells, waves of surging waves came, but a person came stepping on a long blue river, he was dressed in a blue robe, and his eyes were like lightning.

With a sharp sword in his hand, he slashed out, and the wind and clouds surged between the sky and the earth, and a thousand-mile-long sword light was imprinted on the sky and the earth, like a waterfall hanging down from the sky and the earth!

All the masters including the six emperors were smashed into the air, the mighty soldiers of the six swords were damaged, and the weapon spirits within them let out a shrill scream.

As for those ordinary masters, it was even more miserable. One by one, their bones were broken, their tendons were broken, and those with weak cultivation were even cut open by the light of a knife, and their bodies and heads were separated and died on the ground.

"The powerful monk has arrived!"

Luoyang protected Yin Xia and the impulsive Zhang Wenyuan with his fairy funeral coffin in his hand. At this moment, he retreated quickly. The man in the green robe just now showed a perfect power of power. The power of power is not something ordinary people can resist!
The figure of this mighty figure was blurred, and disappeared strangely out of nowhere, and when he appeared, he was already above the source of the king.

His green robe fluttered up and down, his long hair was hunting, his hooked nose looked very cold, and his sharp eyes were full of possessiveness: "Original king, it should be mine today!"

"Roar!"

At this moment, there was a roaring sound, and a large lake with a radius of thousands of miles in the distance set off turbulent waves, and a black turtle came out, as big as an island!
Although he looks clumsy in size, his strength is still strong. Dao and law are intertwined as chains, and he has rushed to the coffin in a few steps, and his body has shrunk to a radius of ten feet.

There is a scene of ebb and flow around this old turtle, and the aura it exudes is moving and unfathomable. This is a powerful monster clan!

"Put things down!"

The old turtle opened his mouth and sprayed out a pitch-black beam of light, with countless runes shining on it, the green-robed swordsman was forced away, and after a few blinks, he was thousands of miles away.

The green-robed swordsman narrowed his eyes and became very dangerous. Countless sword lights gathered into nine rivers of heaven: "Old tortoise, don't you monster race also want to take a share? Don't forget the last words of the king of the human race!"

"Hmph, don't scare me!" The old turtle's voice was very dull, like a heavy hammer beating a drum: "If I get the origin of the king, I am willing to sneak into Zhanbing Road and guard for thousands of years!"

"If you think about it like this, it doesn't violate the will of the king! After all, my human and demon races have been working together since the end of the age of gods and the beginning of the age of mythology! I also have the credit for expelling hundreds of races!"

"Don't get out? Then you are courting death!"

The green-robed swordsman's murderous intent surged, he slashed out with nine swords in a row, and the nine swords of light washed down the Milky Way, and every inch of the waves was a collection of powerful swordsmanship ideas, which was very terrifying.

But the old tortoise is also really extraordinary, its body swayed, and a thick light curtain appeared on the green and black tortoise shell, and the long river of knife light collided with it and shattered directly!

However, the nine long rivers have no beginning and no end, constantly spewing out, and the two sides have entered into a protracted battle of supernatural powers and mana. Once a powerful war breaks out, it may last for days and nights, or it may end everything in an instant with a killer move!
Thousands of miles around became battlefields, and those strong men were almost all dead, that is to say, there were only a few emperors left, and they retreated thousands of miles away under the protection of the magic soldiers.

But Luoyang and the others were three thousand miles away, in another direction, shrouded in the light of the funeral coffin, looking into the distance, each of them was excited or angry.

With the impact of the broken knife light, it easily cut through the earth and the sky, releasing the black turbulence of the void, which is thrilling.

"Ding!"

After a few breaths, the most intense fight had already begun, and they didn't want to see more old monsters in latent cultivation appear after the delay.

This saber was powerful and powerful, and its destructive power was astonishing. The green and black tortoise shell, which was harder than King Kong, was cut seven feet, and the saber intent penetrated into it, almost opening the old tortoise's internal organs.

However, the old tortoise is extraordinary after all, it has been cultivated for tens of thousands of years, even though it opened its mouth to spurt blood, it slapped it with one paw, and instantly sent the green-robed swordsman flying.

"Hoohoo!"

There was a sound of wind, and black and white light clusters appeared on the ground continuously rolling around, and then a big black and white two-color hand reached out, and grabbed the king's origin, and another great power arrived!
"who?"

"If you want to cut a beard, come out!"

A gossip seal flew out of the old tortoise, blocking the grasp of the big black and white hand, and then the knife of the green-robed swordsman descended, and the knife waterfall swept across, and cut off the big hand at the wrist with a puff!
A cry of pain came, and the black and white dragon swept across and turned into a skinny old man with a sallow complexion and sunken eyes. The most eye-catching thing was the black and white hair, which shone with a metallic luster.

The thin old man let out a low growl, and the black and white light turned into a dragon snake, wrapped around his hands, and then grabbed the king's origin again.

A big battle started again, even more intense than before. The green-robed swordsman joined the old turtle to attack the skinny old man. The two of them were aggressive with swordsmanship, and the old turtle was thick and broad.

The two cooperated with each other, even if they were already injured, they were extremely tyrannical, crushing and beating the skinny old man, and finally spurted blood again and again, and after the combat power was even, they started a scuffle again.

Sometimes the skinny old man hit the old turtle's shell with a black and white dragon fist, causing him to cough up blood;

Sometimes the old tortoise bumped into the green-robed swordsman, making his bones crack, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

This battle became more intense, with thousands of miles around exploded, and the shock wave turned into a gust of wind and continued to spread in all directions, causing people to stagger and stagger.

(End of this chapter)