Chapter 1363 Not Too Strong

The whale rider was an old man with gray hair and beard, wearing a bamboo hat and coir raincoat, and holding a blue pole in his hand. He rode the whale galloping over the sea. In the distance, there was a "boom" There was a sound like a god beating a drum, followed by the movement of the mountain, a golden god came across the sea, it was Yiping, the king of Dongyue Mountain.

"What's the matter with Mr. Hai?" Yiping asked calmly, holding his sword.

Above the head of the whale rider was the word "Donghai Fangzhu" and there was a piece of "???". He stood up, but his face didn't look too old. He just held the pole and said with a smile: "At the invitation of an old friend, stay away from Haizhongfang and come here to see the scenery of the world. Are you the Dongyue Mountain Lord of the Xuanyuan Empire?"

"Under Yiping."

"Oh, never heard of it."

The whale rider named Donghai Fangzhu laughed, and said: "If you ask what is going on, I will answer you!"

As he said that, he suddenly raised the pole, and a huge cyan dharma shot up from the ground in an instant, reaching the sky and the ground in an instant, still looking like an old man holding the pole, the raised pole suddenly swept out, causing Multiple tsunamis headed straight to the offshore area, and countless fishing boats that left the coast for fishing immediately rolled over one by one and turned into a drop in the sea. They were too small, and the voices of the boatmen calling for help were quickly drowned in the depths of the seabed.

"you……"

Dongyue Mountain Jun Yiping's feet are rooted in the mountains in the sea. The mountain weather is awe-inspiring. After suffering multiple tsunami impacts, he tried his best to protect the coast behind him. However, under repeated impacts, the golden light on his body began to gradually dim. .

"not bad."

The owner of Donghai Fang smiled lightly: "The weather of the Dongyue mountains in the legend is indeed not bad. The Xuanyuan Empire can survive under the onslaught of the Holy Demon Legion. With the Holy Devil Legion, do you humans really think you can fight against the world's mountains and seas?"

Yiping gritted his teeth: "How will you know if you don't try?"

"Okay, let's try!"

The whale rider smiled slightly, and the pole rod swept across again, and countless blue waves rushed to the shore, tearing up countless fishing boats and warships in an instant. He sneered and said, "It's just that from now on, I don't want any of you human race to dare to go into the sea." That's it."

In the deep sea, one after another vortex emerged, and immediately there were subsea armies in front of them, shrimp soldiers and crab generals, there were everything, all kinds of seafood, but their strength could not be ignored.

...

Holding the huge tiger sword in his hand, Yiping still stands on the edge of the East China Sea, motionless.

And I also knew it in my heart, looked up and looked further away, there was the sound of rolling iron hooves on the sea surface, and there was darkness in the far sea. It was a dense sea cavalry, and the shape of the horses they rode was somewhat surprising. The horse's head looked like a seahorse, and its body had scales, like iron armor. The cavalry on horseback were all covered in exquisite armor. Among them, holding a spear in his hand and a sword hanging from his waist, he looks very capable.

"Shua!"

A figure fell straight down from the sky and landed on the sea in front of Donghai Fangzhu. It was a middle-aged man with a long sword on his back. Yang raised a smile and said, "Old Yutou, I didn't expect that we haven't seen each other for so many years, and this time it's actually to fight for the top ten thrones in the north."

"snort!"

The whale rider sneered and said, "Tsk tsk, it is said that Han Ying, the swordsmith who hid in the deep-sea islands for many years and didn't care about world affairs, but only wanted to understand the supreme kendo, has passed out. Is one of the great thrones also determined to win?"

"have no idea."

Han Ying raised his hand and pulled out a broad sword, and said with a smile: "In the words of this Donghai tiger, how will you know if you don't try? This world is amazing. First there was the ancient sword fairy Lin Bailu, who gathered the world Sword Dao luck is all in one body, and then there is an incomparable swordsman wizard Jing Yunyue, the world's sword Dao luck has been divided into more than half, I, Han Ying, can only hide at the edge of the world to comprehend a thing or two, fortunately, Dao is ruthless and also has love, Let me finally comprehend that kind of way, and successfully become a sword cultivator in the quasi-god realm."

The whale rider glanced at the thousands of horses and horses behind Han Ying, and said with a smile, "Behind you?"

"Oh~~~"

Han Ying said with a smile: "Although Han doesn't care about world affairs, the countries on the seas regard Han as their king. No... When I decided to go out, they sent their own elite troops to help. Once they can really defeat the Xuanyuan Empire, Master Lin Hai naturally wants to carve up a little territory for us."

The whale rider tsk-tsk: "Speaking of which, they are all businessmen. You came here just to bring this army, and you don't have any other gifts?"

"There are some."

Han Ying stood up, holding a broad sword in his hand, and smiled into the distance: "Yi Ping, you claim to be the king of Dongyue Mountain of the human race, the guardian of the east, today I, Han Ying, want to split your Donghuang Mountain with a sword. Would you like to take the sword?"

"Sword to open Dongyue?"

Yi Ping smiled slightly: "Just use the sword."

"OK."

Han Ying's body sank slightly, and he said with a smile: "Don't compare me, a quasi-divine swordsman, with the trash like Tallinn. Compared to my understanding of swordsmanship, Tallinn is not worthy of Han Ying's shoes!"

"Too much nonsense."

"coming!"

Han Ying twisted his body suddenly, and suddenly a silver sword light slashed away, as if he wanted to cut the entire Dongyue mountains in half with a single sword. He is not worthy of lifting shoes, he is the real swordsman, and Tallinn is relying on Li Xiao's sharpness and magical powers.

"Peng!"

With a loud noise, Yi Ping stood in front of the mountains, and stretched out his long sword, turning into a thick mountain atmosphere, blocking the opponent's sword with a heavy grid, not even a ray of scattered sword energy penetrated into the mountain area.

"awesome!"

Han Ying smiled lightly, and made another sword strike. It was a little difficult for Yiping to deal with this sword. He frowned, but still blocked all the sword energy from the mountains, without any surprise.

"Okay ah?"

The whale rider, Donghai Fangzhu, inserted the pole on the head of the whale behind him, leaning his back on the pole, with a comfortable attitude, and said with a smile: "If the three swords can't open up the mountain scenery, then... the swordsman's swordsmanship, but in this way?"

"snort!"

Han Ying's expression was cold, and the light gathered all over his body. Wisps of sword light continued to emerge, and he summoned dozens of swords in an instant. Each sword had a different shape and sharpness. Moreover, I could sense that each sword It's all true, and you can feel the mighty sword spirit power in it, as if you have real life.

The sword maker is really extraordinary, and he has so many swords at the same time. If Han Ying, the sword maker, can be killed, the mountain-sea-level and Guixu-level swords that explode will definitely raise the level of swordsman players in the national server up.

For a moment, I looked at Han Ying very greedily.

"Um?"

Han Ying looked up at me, sneered and said, "A little thing in immortality, are you looking for death here?"

"The world is far away."

I looked at him and said with a smile: "Swordsmiths must pay attention to their feet. They have already joined the strange demon army and forgot their identity as a human monk. If you die in the future, you will not have a place to bury you. Such a beast is not qualified to be buried on the land of the human race."

He frowned: "Jiyue Huohuo? No wonder... the Xiaoyao King of the Xuanyuan Empire, such a powerful person, if he doesn't say he is powerful, it would be a bit shameful."

"Too much nonsense."

I shook my head: "Let's unleash the sword, Dongyue Mountain Lord is waiting impatiently!"

"Come here, don't worry."

Han Ying laughed loudly, suddenly raised his saber and struck out, dozens of divine swords turned into sword lights, and "puffy" blasted on the barriers outside Dongyue Mountains, and the atmosphere of the mountains continued to shatter , people have no doubt that the extraordinary swordsmanship of this swordsmith is indeed much stronger than that of Tallinn. When Tallinn is alive, how dare he ask the sword of Dongyue Mountains? I am afraid it is too late. This swordsmith is still a bit brave.

However, the third sword still failed to split the mountains.

There is no way, our Dongyue imperial consecrated so many mountain gods, coupled with the connection of the three rivers and four rivers, the landscape formed is more vigorous, it can be said to be slightly better than Nanyue and Beiyue, and it was originally used to resist the shadow of death When Lin Hai drew his sword, Yi Ping really wanted to be ruthless. He could even catch the sword of the Ascension Realm. What kind of jumps are you, a sword cultivator at the quasi-God Realm, doing here?

At this moment, with a sudden heartbeat, Senior Sister Yun's voice came: "Get out of the way again, Junior Brother."

I suddenly moved sideways knowingly.

"Shua!"

A sword qi full of holy aura passed directly through the mountain atmosphere of Dongyue Mountains, and slammed towards Han Ying, the swordsmith.

"What?!"

Han Ying turned pale with fright, and at the same time retreating hastily, Jian Guang handed it out, but it was instantly split by Sister Yun's sword. Immediately afterwards, Han Ying handed out the second sword, the third sword, and even the fourth sword, For the fifth sword, he was in a hurry. The five sword lights couldn't block the one from Senior Sister Yun. Han Ying roared angrily, pushed a cyan sword forward, and said in a low voice, "Lord protector!" !"

"boom--"

With a loud noise, the blade of the sword shattered, exploding a cloud of transcendent swordsmanship, which finally blocked Senior Sister Yun's sword light.

Five swords in a row, plus blowing up a divine sword, blocked Senior Sister Yun's sword.

Moreover, this sword was cut from Longyu, and at least half of its power has been consumed along the way. Looking at it this way, there is really a huge difference between Han Ying and Senior Sister Yun's swordsmanship.

...

"It seems that it's not much better than Tallinn." Senior Sister Yun's voice came after the sword light from Longyu dissipated.

Han Ying's face was ashamed.

The whale rider Donghai Fangzhu suddenly instigated the giant whale to sink to the bottom of the sea.

Just to the north, a voice from Lin Hai, the shadow of death, came: "Master Donghai Fang, the sword maker, just come to the Northern Territory. You don't have to go to the human race to ask for swords. Jing Yunyue's swordsmanship is very powerful now. Don't be alone!" He was accidentally hacked to death with a sword."

"Yes, my lord!"

The swordsmith galloped along the sea.