From Yitian, the sword pressed the heavens

Chapter 155 One Hundred Eight Thousand Swords

Zhang Wuji couldn't help turning his eyes to the black iron sword in his hand, expecting this guy to have some special reaction here.

But unfortunately, he was disappointed, Heitiejian was still like an old man, motionless.

Zhang Wuji sighed inwardly, but he also began to shift his gaze to the mural again.

Gradually, his whole mind was immersed in this sword move.

This sword is so wonderful, so wonderful that he felt that all the things he had learned about swords were in vain.

Compared with this type of sword move, those sword tactics in Xuanyuan Sword Forest became rubbish.

"Fuck, why do I feel this way!"

Zhang Wuji himself was frightened by this feeling, but he couldn't control the thought, because it was the thought that resonated between the sword energy in his body and the sword move in the mural.

"How does this dead man think that this painting looks endless!"

"Look forward!" Standing behind Zhang Wuji, Zhao Min couldn't help shouting wildly in his heart.

It's a pity that Zhang Wuji still stood there motionless.

An hour, two hours passed, and Zhang Wuji remained motionless.

From fidgeting at the beginning, Zhao Min gradually became bored, and finally fell asleep leaning against the wall next to her.

She has entered this cave countless times, and she has also seen these gestures countless times, so naturally there is nothing to see.

But she also knew that Zhang Wuji was different. It was the first time he came in, and he was a swordsman, so he must have been attracted by the exquisite swordsmanship on it, so she didn't bother, because she knew that when Zhang Wuji had seen enough, he would naturally come over to meet her. Discussing the issue of practicing this type of sword move.

Time flies by two months.

During the past two months, there seemed to be loud cheers from outside the cave, and the howling of countless monsters could be heard clearly even if they were inside the cave.

Among them was the voice of the Lion King announcing their marriage.

But all of this seems to have nothing to do with Zhang Wuji, for him now he only has this sword move in his eyes, nothing more.

Gradually, the noise outside disappeared, and the cave was once again quiet.

Zhang Wuji has been watching the first painting for seven months, and Zhao Min has been with him for seven months.

Suddenly, a ray of sword intent quietly appeared on Zhang Wuji's body.

Sensing this sword intent, Zhao Min next to her was stunned, and behind her, there was a sudden flash of seven-color brilliance, and these faint brilliance combined with each other to form a huge phoenix phantom.

At this moment, Zhao Min looks like a colorful phoenix.

Zhang Wuji turned his head, the two looked at each other, and then smiled at each other.

it is more than words.

The brilliance on Zhao Min rose and fell, and the whole cave suddenly became dark.

"Let's practice swords!" Zhang Wuji said softly.

"En!" Zhao Min's voice was thin and weak.

Time passed slowly, and 30 years passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, there was a sudden sound of swords soaring into the sky in the Wan Yao Palace.

Then, a bright sword light suddenly appeared, and a colorful sky phoenix rose along with the sword light.

Jian Guang and Colorful Tianfeng accompanied each other, rushed straight to the sky and disappeared.

"It's done!" Lion King Shisan couldn't help grinning when he saw this scene.

"Come on!" he shouted.

A few little monsters outside suddenly ran in again.

"Pass down the order, I am happy today, and hold a banquet, a hundred-day banquet." The voice of the Lion King rumbled.

When the little demons heard the words, their faces were overjoyed.

What they like most is to hear the king say this sentence.

"What's the noise outside?" Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min came out of the cave three days later, and when they heard the cheers in the hall ahead, Zhang Wuji was a little puzzled.

"Needless to say, it must be the foster father holding a banquet again." Zhao Min pursed her lips and smiled. She looked less mischievous and clever than before, but more charming and charming, gently holding Zhang Wuji's arm Hand, like a happy bird.

"Hey, you think I should be considered a sword cultivator now!" Zhao Min said with a smile.

"It's half!"

"After all, you can only be counted when you are by my side!" Zhang Wuji couldn't help feeling emotional again.

The senior sword cultivator who created the Hundred Eight Thousand Swords is really amazing, after Zhao Min and him practiced the Hundred Eight Thousand Swords move, they were able to borrow sword energy from him.

And in the same way, he can also borrow the seven-color divine light from Zhao Min.

This kind of operation, let Zhang Wuji do it, he can't think of it anyway.

"Haha, our bride and groom have come out. Brothers, hold up the wine glasses for me and toast the groom one by one. You are not allowed to leave here until you have finished drinking." The Lion King saw Zhang Wuji and Zhao Min arm in arm. When the apse came out, he burst out laughing.

"This...!" Zhang Wuji was immediately depressed when he heard this.

"Looks like we got married 30 years ago?"

"It's good of you, give me a toast after 30 years!"

"Hahaha, who let you enter a bridal chamber for 30 years!"

"This should be punished even more!" The Lion Emperor winked at Zhang Wuji and said.

As soon as he said this, all the monsters in the hall burst into laughter. Zhang Wuji was thick-skinned, but it was nothing. On the contrary, Zhao Min looked a little embarrassed. Behind her, a flash of seven-color light flashed, condensing into seven The lightsaber slashed towards the Lion King fiercely.

"boom!"

With a wave of his hand, the Lion King shattered the colorful divine light, and said nonchalantly: "Girl, if you want to fight with me, you have to practice for another 1000 years!"

"However, your colorful divine light is lacking. I guess you won't be my opponent in 1000 years. Why don't you show me that sword move together with you Ruyi Langjun?"

Hearing what the Lion King said, Zhang Wuji realized that one of Zhao Min's seven-color divine light was a bit dim, obviously not as powerful as the other six colors.

This reminded him of the phoenix phantom that Zhao Min used to save himself when he came from the ancestor star.

Perhaps it was that time that he lost a piece of divine light, and at the same time forever lost the opportunity to consummate the seven-color divine light.

"Come here, I'll let you see!" Zhao Min chuckled and tugged at Zhang Wuji's sleeve.

Only then did Zhang Wuji come to his senses. To be honest, he also wanted to see how strong his Hundred Eight Thousand Swords were. Seeing Lion King mentioning it, he immediately licked his lips and nodded eagerly.

"Come on!" Zhang Wuji shouted in a low voice, suddenly a sword energy erupted from his body.

Beside him, Zhao Min was drawn by his sword energy, and soon appeared on Zhang Wuji's head.

As soon as the two moved, they made a tactic at the same time, and then tapped lightly towards the Lion King from a distance.

Two sword lights came out from the hands of the two, merged suddenly in mid-air, and then slashed towards the Lion King with a loud buzzing sound.

(End of this chapter)