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

　　It's no wonder that even that old man from Ning Daoqi values ​​Li Shimin so much, he is indeed not simple!

　　Although Xiongba's appearance is majestic, people subconsciously regard him as a reckless man, but if anyone really regards him as a martial artist, his brain will be kicked by a donkey.

　　Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Yu Wenhua and the secret war with Li Shimin, and instantly made such an assertion to Li Shimin.

　　At the same time, I can't help but feel disappointed with my partner, Yu Wenhua.

　　"why?"

　　As the swordsman of the landlord - finally there is a movement again, the master of the sword-forging city, the face of the middle-aged man with the charm of infinite disappointment, exclaimed and shouted.

　　"Why does Lingshuangjian still not even have the soul of the White Rainbow Sword? Could it be that the relics of the Demon Sword have deceived us for [-] years?"

　　As soon as Jianzun said this, he immediately attracted the attention of the heroes from all walks of life who came for Lingshuang Sword to the sword-casting pool that the magma turned into.

　　It took sixty years to build the Sword City, and the Lingshuang Sword, which used the once-in-a-five-hundred-year Nine Dragon Stone as its soul, was still in the Sword Pond and did not break out.

　　Could it be that the so-called Lingshuang Sword is just an absurd and uninhibited joke?

　　For a time, everyone couldn't help but have such an idea.

　　Yu Wenhuaji, Xiongba, Li Shimin and others are nothing more than that. After all, the Lingshuang sword is not theirs.

　　Jian Zun, Jianxiong father and daughter, together with many swordsmen and others, think of the price paid for forging the Lingshuang Sword in the past sixty years, and they all come from their hearts.

　　The atmosphere in the field changed suddenly, overflowing with a few points of grief.

　　"wrong!"

　　A hearty male voice sounded, and the curling words spread throughout the sword-casting pool located in the middle of the mountain.

　　Although none of the people present had heard this voice, a figure of an emperor who reigned over the world floated in front of everyone's eyes.

　　"The Demon Sword Relic has not deceived you. The reason why Lingshuang Sword has not been completed is because of the lack of sword soul!"

　　The male voice of Qingyue rang from the entrance of the Sword Casting Pond. Everyone, including Yan Zangfeng, looked at the place.  …

　　In the words, a person wearing a snow-white robe, a golden crown with hair, and a handsome face appeared in this dark mountain, making it bright. There are only a few women here, including Jian Xiong, the daughter of Jian Zun who is obsessed with Yan Zangfeng. Inside, a handsome man who could not help but look at him stepped in.

　　Emperor Qin, Ying Yu!

　　Although it was the first time that the person met, but as a big man who was qualified to participate in the situation in China, these big men who were present saw this person's portrait and recognized each other at a glance.

　　"Your Majesty Qin Huang, what do you mean by that?"

　　Although Jian Zun unexpectedly appeared Ying Yu, his top priority was to cast the Lingshuang sword and asked impatiently.

　　"presumptuous!"

　　Ying Yu didn't come alone, dressed in red, charming and enchanting, like a red rose in full bloom, like a thorny red rose, the undefeated East; in a long dress of smoky flowers, the shadows between her brows dissipated and she regained her radiance. The heroic practice of flying smoke, like a pair of door gods, stood on his left and right sides.

　　Hearing that Jianzun dared to speak to Ying Yu like this, Lian Feiyan, who was carrying a small piece of black iron sword, was furious, and the super-excellent cultivation of half a step in the realm of heaven and man, in the mixed eyes, turned into two purple streaks. The sword light shot towards the swordsman.

　　Clang!

　　Sword Sovereign's cultivation level is not at the peak of the Grand Master, and facing the practice of flying smoke in the realm of half-step heaven and man, it is really impossible to do it.

　　Lian Feiyan focused his eyes on a sword, and fell into the eyes of Jianzun, making him horrified, and the fear of facing death after a long absence.

　　In a panic, he took out a bloody sword with his backhand.

　　Ride the dragon!

　　Jiu Dao's sword qi, which was more than ten feet long, greeted Lian Feiyan's sword light with his eyes as the sword, like nine dragons.

　　The majestic Chenglong Slash faced the burial heart evil who practiced flying smoke to the extreme, and the thunder burst apart, shaking the mountainside.

　　Wow!

　　Jianzun's martial arts are far from flying smoke. Even if he doesn't have the heart to kill, the sword energy in his eyes can easily shred his dragon-slaying sword energy and force Jianzun back a dozen times. Stepping forward, he almost fell into the sword-casting pool composed of magma.

　　"Dad, be careful."

　　Jianxiong grabbed his father, Fang let Jianzun avoid being burned alive. .

Chapter 228

　　So strong!

　　The rabbit rose and the falcon fell, and the swordsman was almost at the side of Ying Yu, the emperor of Qin.

　　Although, there are not no people who can defeat Jian Zun, but everyone thinks to themselves, no one can do it so lightly.

　　It seems that although the Qin state is small, there are many masters.

　　Li Shimin, Xiongba, Yu Wenhua and others were covered in a haze, and when they looked at each other, a trace of invisible tacit understanding was born.

　　Ying Yu gave Lian Feiyan a white look, this time she really shouldn't have brought this impatient lady!

　　"Ordinary magical weapons, such as the Sekong Sword of Cihang Jingzhai, can have a faint sword soul."

　　Ying Yu talked eloquently, and Qingyue's confident words echoed in the crowded mountainside, and everyone present listened intently.

　　"The Lingshuang Sword is different. Not only does it have a sword soul, but it also needs a sword soul to be considered truly forged!"

　　"What is the sword soul?"

　　Jian Zun raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. After being taught Feiyan's little lesson, he was the first to speak, although he did not dare to be presumptuous.

　　"Yingshuntian's blood!" Ying Yu didn't give up, "Five hundred years ago, 05 Yingshuntian used his own blood as a sword soul to forge the Lingshuang Sword."

　　"His Majesty Qin Huang," Li Shimin, who was watching from the side, said suddenly, "Ying Shuntian has been dead for five hundred years, and his descendants have changed their surnames to Murong. I heard that there is a woman from Murong's family accompanying him. This sword soul, have you brought it?"

　　Swish!

　　Ying Yu looked at Li Shimin, who had big ears and big waists.

　　If he had just come to this world two thousand years ago, he would have regarded Li Shimin as a serious worry.

　　It's a pity that the stars change and the years go by.

　　In the long river, the future Tang Taizong is no longer worthy of being his opponent.

　　"I'm not that boring, I run with blood with me." With a slight change of mind, Ying Yu said loudly, "Yingshuntian's descendants - the Demon Sword Relics are already here, why should I bother?"

　　Yingshuntian's descendants?

　　Demon Sword Relics?

　　When the heroes heard Ying Yu's words, they all changed color.

　　Sword Sovereign's sea of ​​​​knowledge suddenly appeared, and because of Ying Yu's words, all the clues were connected together.

　　"I understand, the so-called Demon Sword Relics are also the descendants of Yingshuntian. They master the method of forging Lingshuang Sword, but they don't have the ability to forge it, so they will give this method to my father and make Sword City with me. Make that deal!"

　　"Not at all."

　　Before Jian Zun's words were finished, another voice sounded from outside the mountain.

　　A burly, middle-aged man in a deep purple outfit stepped in, his burly body lingering with invisible energy, like a demon.

　　Behind this man, he followed a handsome young man with long hair and a sword, and more than ten masters of the Supreme League.

　　"Guan Yutian?"

　　"It's actually you!"

　　"Guan Yutian, Ren Qianxing!"

　　……

　　The group of heroes recognized the identity of the person who came, and the leader was Yutian, the leader of the Supreme Alliance, and the young man behind him was his disciple, Ren Qianxing.

　　Yan Zangfeng, who was standing with Jianxiong, hated Guan Yutian and Ren Qianxing to the bone, and subconsciously clenched his fists and glared angrily.

　　"As expected of the pavilion master of Tiandao Pavilion who claims to be omniscient and omniscient, it is unexpected that he even knows such a secret thing."

　　After Guan Yutian appeared, the first thing he did was to face Ying Yu, in a tone that he felt incredible.

　　Ying Yu said proudly: "The monarch is the monarch, and the subject is the subject. After all, Ying Shuntian is a subject of my Daqin. If I don't even know this trivial matter, how can I dare to stand up and dominate the world?"

　　"Now, it's you who bleed yourself, or you want me to help you!"

　　The arrogant and domineering words did not take Yutian, the leader of the Supreme Alliance, who was well known in the Great Sui Wulin, in his eyes.

　　However, everyone, including Guan Yutian himself, subconsciously believed that Ying Yu was indeed qualified to say such things.

　　"Guan Yutian, are you the head of this generation of the Demon Sword Remnant?"

　　Tonight, the number of times Jian Zun has lost his temper is probably more than he has put together in the past few decades.

　　Before and after the contact, there was still something he didn't understand.

　　"Exactly," Guan Yutian admitted frankly, "I don't mind if you call me Murong Hua!"

　　"Jianzun, according to the agreement between your father and my father back then, the Lingshuang sword is mine."

　　While speaking, Guan Yutian wanted to cut his wrist and use his own blood as his sword soul to complete the last process of Lingshuangjian and let Lingshuangjian be born.

　　master!

　　Ren Qianxing has followed Guan Yutian for many years, and he claims to be the most trusted person in Guan Yutian. In the case that Guan Yutian has no children, he even hides his intention to inherit the throne of the Supreme League after a hundred years of Guan Yutian.

　　Unexpectedly, today I know that this master hides far more deeply than he imagined, and the eyes projected on Guan Yutian's back are no longer admired, and there is a little more alienation.

　　The other people in the field who had ambitions for Ling Shuangjian were unwilling to stop Guan Yutian no matter what they thought.

　　After all, without the blood of the other party, Ling Shuangjian would be difficult to achieve.

　　Yu Wenhuaji, Xiongba, Jianzun, Li Shimin and others secretly prepared to snatch it as soon as Lingshuangjian was born.

　　This sword-casting pool located in the belly of the mountain is like a powder keg filled with gunpowder, ready to explode.

　　"Ren Qianxing, you despicable villain, kill me!"

　　Suddenly, a loud drink sounded.

　　Yan Zangfeng, the prospective son-in-law of Zhujiancheng standing behind Jianzun, fell off a cliff and lost his memory because of Ren Qianxing's plot.

　　In addition, he even remembered the death of his father, Yan Zhongyang, on Guan Yutian. He hated Guan Yutian, Ren Qianxing and his apprentice deeply, and he didn't want to let Guan Yutian get the Lingshuang sword.