Zongwu: Two Thousand Years Later, I Will Be the Emperor of Heaven!

　　The sky is full of stars twinkling like tiny gems, embellishing the pitch-black sky, reflecting the bright moon.

　　The Sword Casting City was enveloped in the dazzling beauty of the stars and the moon, as if it was no different from the past.At least, for the common people living in the Sword Casting City, although the Sword Casting City has recently welcomed some guests from afar, it has not had much impact on their lives.

　　Only a big man understands that a turmoil that is about to shake the rule of the sword family in Casting Sword City may break out at any time.

　　Sword City, Volcano.

　　In the sword-casting pool created by pulling the hot magma, the Lingshuang sword with gold mixed with black iron and the golden dragon hovering as the hilt floats and sinks in the hot magma.

　　Thanks to the constantly rolling magma every moment, even though this sword casting pool is located in the belly of the mountain, it is still bright and translucent.

　　The Lord of Sword Casting City, Jian Zun, dressed in a dark-gold costume, with a pair of bright eyes, fell on the Lingshuang sword and was reluctant to move it away.

　　Jian Zun holds the Nine Dragon Stone in his hand, and he only needs to throw the Nine Dragon Stone into the Sword Pond. With the rare treasures born in the heaven and the earth, he will become the soul of the Lingshuang Sword.

　　Behind Jian Zun, Yan Zangfeng, with a handsome face and dark skin, was on the left and right with Jian Xiong, the daughter of Jian Zun, who was white and beautiful.

　　The eyes of the two also fell on Lingshuangjian. The difference is that when Yan Zangfeng looked at Lingshuangjian, there was a bit of concern in his eyes; on the contrary, Jianxiong faced this Lingshuangjian, which had been forged since his grandfather. As greedy, but also contains fiery.

　　"Hahaha."

　　As a landlord, Jianzun knows better than anyone that Li Shimin, the second son of the Li clan, Yu Wenhua, the Yuwen clan, the master and apprentice of the supreme alliance official Yutian, the master and apprentice of the World Association, have come to Jianjian City, either openly or secretly. .

　　In the past, any one of these people was the object that Jianzun had to wait for. Now that so many people are here, if you are a little careless, the sword-casting city that has been passed down for hundreds of years may be destroyed in the hands of Jianzun.

　　However, for him at this moment, the threat posed by these people is nothing, and there is only one priority.

　　That is, forging a Frost Sword!

　　In the inexplicable laughter, Sword Sovereign threw the Nine Dragon Stone in his palm and fell to the Lingshuang Sword that had not yet been cast in the Sword Casting Pool.

　　The Nine Dragon Stones, which were nurtured by the heavens and the earth, condensed the essence of the sun and the moon, drew a wonderful arc in the air, drawing the eyes of everyone in front of the Sword Casting Pond.

　　Time seems to have slowed down countless times. Everyone from Jianzun and below in Jianjian City, except for Yan Zangfeng, who became Jianzun's future son-in-law, who accidentally ended up here, all looked at the Nine Dragon Stones fiery.

　　The Jiulong Stone is impartial, with the exposed hilt of the Lingshuang Sword in the middle. Under the eyes of the public, this treasure that has been formed in five hundred years, has cracks on the surface that is as smooth as jade.

　　Hey!

　　The Nine Dragons Stone cracked, and a loud dragon roared.

　　The nine paths are hundreds of feet long, and the lifelike shadow of the dragon fills the sword-casting pool in the belly of the mountain. The awe-inspiring might of a god makes Jian Zun and others tremble, and many guards with low cultivation base make a fool of themselves in public.

　　The surrounding mountain walls are also trembling, and countless dust and powder are falling.

　　Are you going to succeed?

　　When Jian Zun saw this scene, his eyes were fixed, and his eyes were fixed with Lingshuang sword.

　　Clang!

　　The phantoms of the nine dragons revealed by the broken nine dragon stones were created by the spiritual veins of the earth and possessed their own spirituality.

　　The soul of the sword will return, and the sword will be completed.

　　In an instant, the body of Lingshuang Sword, which was hidden in the surging magma of the Sword Casting Pond, suddenly emerged from the magma.

　　From the handle of the Lingshuang sword, a chilling white light shot out, penetrating the thick mountain and reaching Xiaohan.

　　The stern sword qi went straight to the bullfight, suppressing the sky full of stars, and the sky of a thousand miles became as bright as day at this moment.They sent a common signal to all the heroes who came to Cast Sword City one after another and were interested in Lingshuang Sword.

　　Lingshuang Sword, it's done!

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　　City Lord's Mansion, guest room.

　　The great movement alarmed the guests who came to visit with integrity.

　　Boom!

　　A splendid guest room was rudely opened from the inside, and a middle-aged man in his thirties with a sinister temperament shot from the inside.

　　The surging cold air around him caused the flowers placed around him to be stained with frosty white, but if you look closely, you can see that this person's face is pale.

　　Yuwen valve, Yuwen culture and!

　　Although Fu Junzheng's martial arts are inferior to Yu Wenhua and one-up, but the desperate battle still caused great damage to Yu Wenhua and the injury has not healed up to now.

　　When Yu Wenhua and left the room, another group of 'guests' who came to visit with integrity also realized what happened.

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　　The person at the head is a mighty and domineering old man with a trembling beard under his jaw.

　　At a distance of more than ten feet, Yu Wenhua and Xiongba had a face-to-face face-to-face, and they all nodded secretly, tacitly.

　　"Master Hero, together?"

　　Yu Wenhua, who led more than a dozen masters of the Yuwen clan to this place, clasped his arms around him, arrogantly.

　　Xiongba brought his three major disciples: Qin Shuang, Bu Jingyun, Nie Feng, and dozens of experts from the World Association.

　　Hearing Yu Wenhua's words, Xiongba laughed and said, "Lord Yuwen, please."

　　Immediately, the Yuwen Clan and the Tianxia Association merged and headed towards the Cast Sword Pond together.

　　…………

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　　"Ling Frost Sword?"

　　In the city, the inn.

　　In the elegant room on the second floor, Yutian, the leader of the Supreme Alliance, brought his disciple Ren Qianxing secretly to Zhujian City. Huo Ran opened the window and looked at the direction of Zhujian Pond. He started from a young age and became an important member of the Great Sui Wulin in [-] years. The hero of the lord of one party's power, his eyes are shining, and his normally indifferent tone trembles.

　　Ren Qianxing held a fine steel sword and stood behind his teacher. Noticing the change in Guan Yutian's mood, his sword eyes showed suspicion.

　　Master, why are you so concerned about Lingshuangjian?

　　As Guan Yutian's disciple, Ren Qianxing believed that he knew each other better than anyone else. Although Guan Yutian didn't mention it much, he knew that Guan Yutian had always wanted this sword.

　　"Qianxing, come with the teacher."

　　Guan Yutian turned around suddenly, strode out, and said words full of confidence.

　　"To compete for the Lingshuang sword, how can I lack my official Yutian?"

　　"Yes!"

　　Ren Qianxing responded and followed Guan Yutian step by step.

　　…………

　　"Amitabha!"

　　Castle of Swords, Nuns.

　　A beautiful girl dressed in Tsing Yi, standing in the moonlight, as if Luoshen had come into the world, a beautiful girl in the vast cold and the world, carrying a delicate and elegant women's long sword, absolutely gorgeous, like the undefeated Dongfang, Huo Qingtong. The half-finished jade face, hanging with infinite compassion, is really a wonderful woman who is compassionate and compassionate.

　　"Ling Shuangjian was born, and the chaotic times are bloody and bloody, why are the people so ignorant?"

　　At the end of the day, this woman's eyes flashed with a sparkling luster.Four.

Chapter 227

　　"Hahaha."

　　The Baihong Sword Soul, who went straight to the bullfight, made Jian Zun's father and daughter, Yan Zangfeng and others who bore the brunt of the brunt couldn't open their eyes, but Jian Zun let out a burst of uncontrollable ecstatic laughter.

　　The Lingshuang Sword has been completed, and with the help of the power of the Nine Dragons Stone, he has reached the ninth level of Dragon Slash. Who else is his opponent?

　　Thinking like this, Jian Zun, who has been suppressing his ambitious ambitions for decades, is as ambitious as a river that is about to burst its banks, and it is difficult to contain it.

　　tread!tread!tread!

　　After a long while, the great power created by the sword soul dissipated, and suddenly there were footsteps.

　　"The sword energy is rushing to the bullfight. It seems that the Lingshuang sword has been forged. Congratulations to the city lord."

　　The Yuwen Clan, Yuwenhua, and the World Association, each came with a dozen elite players.

　　Clang!Clang!Clang!

　　When the guards around the sword-casting pool saw this, they drew their swords one after another, and the swords were aimed at Yu Wenhua, Xiongba and others, creating an atmosphere of swordsmanship.

　　However, Jian Zun did not have the time to pay attention to Yu Wenhua, Xiongba and others, and looked at Lingshuang Sword in the Sword Casting Pool in disappointment.

　　According to common sense, the soul of the white rainbow sword has been formed, why did the Lingshuang sword still not emerge when it left the sword casting pool?

　　"It's so lively here!"

　　A wave of unrest, a wave of up again.

　　In the great Sui Dynasty, everyone knew that Lingshuang Sword was about to succeed. In addition to the Yuwen Clan and the Tianxia Association who had reached a secret agreement, there were also some people coming.

　　For example, Li Shimin, the second son of the Li clan, who was bringing dozens of well-trained, armored black-armored knights with their heads held high!

　　"Lord Yuwen, the leader of the gang, and the city owner of Jian Zun, Li Shimin is polite."

　　Li Shimin's eyes were like lightning, his eyes swept over the crowd, and he politely saluted them.

　　"Second Young Master," Yu Wenwen and his pupils shrank slightly, and a cold murderous intent lingered in his eyes, "You only brought so many people here, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to go back?"

　　In the words, the murderous intent was revealed.

　　In the Great Sui Empire, there were smoke everywhere.

　　Most of the four gate clans were disrespectful to the Yang family. Among them, the conflict between the Yuwen clan, who was in the center, and the Li clan, who was the tiger, was extremely sharp.

　　Although the face has not been officially torn apart, both parties would not mind killing each other's first and second executives if they got the chance.

　　"Lord Yuwen," Li Shimin didn't seem to hear Yu Wenwen's murderous intention, "I think enough of these people are enough."

　　"Besides, Master Yuwen can really be sure that I only brought these brothers with me?"

　　In recent years, the Li clan secretly recruited soldiers and horses to gather and train refugees who could not bear Yang Guang's tyranny.

　　Li Shimin's direct subordinate Mysterious Armored Cavalry is the elite among the elites. Dozens of Mysterious Armored Elite Cavalry listened to the words of their masters, and their spirits and machines blended together into a seamless phalanx.

　　This?

　　Yu Wenhua paused for a while, full of murderous aura, and looked around at the dozen masters he had brought, beating drums in his heart.