Da Qin: Heaven Defying, I Will Live Forever In The Ghost Valley

With such strength, is Heavenly Court really going to give birth to an unimaginable big man?

Palace of Responsible, Laojun Mansion.

Elderly Lord Taishang slowly woke up from his trance.

"This Wang Meng is just a prodigy in alchemy skills. Now he even reaches the pinnacle of weapon refining. The nine-tooth rake I carefully built was cut off by his ten swords!

"What is this kid's background?"

"Self-taught without a teacher, only the Exalted Master has such understanding.

"Could it be said that Heavenly Dao is about to undergo another big change?"

"No, no! He is still gathering Karmic Merit. The Great Primordial disaster has passed, how can he still gather so much Karmic Merit?"

Elderly Lord Taishang, who had always been pampered and indifferent to fame and fortune, suddenly stood up, and for the first time his always calm face showed a look of surprise.

"Did 097 say..."

Elderly Lord Taishang counted with his fingers, his eyes flashed, but he quickly regained his composure.

Chang'é and the Three Holy Mothers looked at each other, their eyes falling on the nine-tooth nail rake on the ground.

Marshal Tianpeng of the Heavenly Canopy's signature weapon was broken from it.

"Is this possible?" Chang'é looked shocked.

The Third Holy Mother looked at Su Chen with the same surprise, as if she were looking at a monster.

It was clearly an ordinary heavenly soldier, but his attacks were extremely swift. When faced with a powerful enemy, he could kill him with just one sword!

"Sister Chang'é, look at the sky, what is that?" San Shengsheng suddenly said. (bhdg) As soon as these words came out, both Chang'é and Tianpeng, who was in a state of collapse, looked up at the sky.

"Impossible! How is this possible?" Marshal Tianpeng of the Heavenly Canopy was stunned when he saw the scene in the sky clearly.

Chang'é's beautiful face turned pale with fear.

The Third Holy Mother raised her eyes and exclaimed: "Those are the fairy swords from the treasure house of fairy swords! There are so many of them! I'm afraid there are tens of thousands of them?! How could they all fly out?"

In the sky, tens of thousands of flying swords roared, and even if they were far apart, they could still hear the sound of piercing the sky!

"Swish swish search~~~~~"

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of fairy swords were flying in the sky above Lunar Palace.

"WIS!"

"It's the sound of swords! These fairy swords are worshiping the supreme being among the fairy swords!" The Third Holy Mother exclaimed.

"My brother's three-pointed two-edged sword also shocked the world when it was born." Chang'é sighed.

"Could it be the fairy sword in Su Chen's hand? It's red like a flame." Chang'é said in surprise.

No one responded, only Su Chen raised his head slightly, holding the Ten Thousand Immortals Sword tightly in his right hand, seeming to resonate with it, making a buzzing sound.

"Go!" Su Chen waved his hand, and the Ten Thousand Immortal Sword flew into the sky instantly.

In an instant, countless immortal swords followed closely behind, disappearing into the void.

They use the sky as a stage to dance gracefully. Whenever the Ten Thousand Immortal Swords dance, they are accompanied by the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring.

Those fairy swords that followed seemed to be receiving baptism.

[You watch the Ten Thousand Swords Pilgrimage, understand the secrets of swordsmanship, and create the Wuji Swordsmanship! Based on the principle of Wuji, you can make sword moves as you wish, with endless changes, and the power of predicting gods and ghosts. 】

A brand new perception poured into Su Chen's mind. At this moment, he felt that his swordsmanship had achieved some kind of qualitative leap.

Soon, the Ten Thousand Immortals Sword slowly returned and fell into Su Chen's hands again.

The fairy sword in the sky circled reluctantly for several times before slowly leaving.

Such a spectacular scene shocked everyone present.

"You actually refined the king of fairy swords! I am so convinced that I lost! Su Chen, you win!"

Tianpeng seemed to have aged hundreds of years at this moment, kneeling on the ground, staring at the broken nine-tooth rake, his face gloomy.