Chapter 492: Wielding the Divine Sword

Tianshan Sword Manor, Sword Tomb.

The Sword Tomb is located on the cliff of Tianshan Mountain. Looking down through the clouds, you can vaguely see the Sword Furnace Square.

There are various swords inserted on the cliff, some of which have grown with trees, and some have stone shells on their surfaces, which have been weathered by the years.

The owners of these swords once fought in Tianren City.

But in the end, they all died and their swords were returned here.

Under the wind-facing pines and cypresses, an old man in cloth clothes is sitting opposite a thin middle-aged scholar. There is a large bluestone between the two, with exquisite wine pots and wine glasses.

The old man has a white beard and white hair tied with straw ropes. His face is deep and his breath is weak, as if he is no different from the bluestone in front of him.

No one would think that he would be the master of Hengyun Sword City in the past.

One of the Nine Heavens today.

The scholar opposite him has a deep chuan character between his eyebrows and his hair is loose, which makes him look a bit unruly and seems to be suffering from a chronic disease.

He looked like a wild and unrestrained person who had taken Wushisan.

But his other temperaments could not suppress his nobleness.

"I remember you looked like this when I first met you, senior. Now I am almost old, and you are still like this."

The middle-aged scholar was gentle, but also majestic.

"Is it a thief to be old and not dead? Hehe..."

The old man guarding the spirit took a sip of wine, and it seemed that he could not taste the taste.

"This time, the Hidden Dragon List is quite interesting. There is Ying Bing who is not inferior to her in the past, and there is also a boy who is not bad. Unfortunately, his talent in swordsmanship is too weak."

"Otherwise, the two of them, plus Jiang Yu, would not have to thank Xuan to enter Tianren City."

The middle-aged scholar sighed.

Hearing this, the old man guarding the spirit laughed.

The scholar raised his eyebrows: "Why are you laughing, senior?"

"How could I laugh at you? I am laughing at your father and I. We spent our whole lives working hard, but in the end, we accidentally planted willows and made them grow into a forest. The huge Tianshan Sword Manor is full of talented swordsmen from all over the world, but in the end... it depends on a hammer to wield the magic sword and cut through the heavens and men."

"You mean... the little bully with the magic hammer?"

The scholar's expression became solemn, and the vague majesty emanated from his body.

The old man who was guarding the body wiped the tears from his eyes:

"This morning, Ying Bing came here with the little princess."

The scholar's expression froze, and his eyes revealed a subtle complexity and guilt.

Everything is fate, nothing can be controlled by man...

"Ying Bing asked me, if the Heavenly Sword was summoned by her today, would it be taken back?"

"I dare to tell her that if she deserves this sword, she can go and get it."

Since Shi Sujun left the sword in Tianren City.

Dayu started the three-yearly Hidden Dragon Conference.

There are many participants, and it can be said that the most talented people in the nine heavens and ten earths have entered the imperial capital to fight for the youth's spirit, the first-class in the world.

However, there are so many people, but no one can take out the Heavenly Sword.

Not to mention recognizing the master.

"How can she find the sword, and how can she take the sword?"

The middle-aged scholar asked anxiously.

"I see that the little princess has a sword bone, and she can still find her mother's sword if she wants to find it."

"She...is better than Sujun, so how can she not take the sword?"

The old man who was guarding the spirit seemed a little drunk.

"The one who can hold the sword..."

When the middle-aged scholar said this, he suddenly thought of what the old man had just said, and all his emotions were restrained, and he fell into deep thought.

He was silent for a moment, stood up, looked back and stared at the huge Jiangshan Sheji map hanging high in the sky.

After nodding silently.

In the Jiangshan Sheji map, thunder suddenly appeared, and Tianren City emerged.

......

After getting the magic sword, Ying Bing returned to the world with the sword. At this moment, she undoubtedly made all eyes stagnate.

The sword in her hand was like a crystal of heaven, and the moonlight was gone, but her skin was still like the moon shining on the flowing frost, as if she had just returned from the Moon Palace, and stole the elixir for you (crossed out), and brought back a sword.

Then she landed beside a little tyrant, looked at him with a stream of beautiful eyes, and whispered:

"The good sword is back, it should be... worthy of your dream."

"What is my dream..."

Li Mo's scalp was numb, and he almost forgot to breathe.

The second in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Divine Weapons!

It is second only to the Six Directions and Eight Desolations Seal, which is the one that the emperor uses to seal the imperial edict every day!

It hangs high in the Tianren City, attracting countless heroes to bow down, and even many hidden dragons come to participate in the Hidden Dragon Conference just to admire its style and feel the style of the Tianshan Sword Armor in the past.

Now the Hidden Dragon Conference has not started yet, and it is lying quietly in front of him.

It seems that if you stretch out your hand, you can... control the heaven and the man!

The Jianlu Square suddenly became quiet. There was a little noise just now. The owner and the various chairmen of the Jianzhuang have all come.

Before they came, they thought, sitting in the Sword Dao Holy Land for so many years, what scenes have they not seen?

Nangong Laogou was making a fuss, which was really ridiculous.

After they came, they found that they had never seen this scene.

The magic sword was pulled out by someone.

The key is that the one who pulled it out doesn't seem to want it yet, and intends to give it to someone else!

"How could Fairy Han be the second most beautiful of all flowers... She looks like she walked out of a painting."

"What are you focusing on? She took out the second part of the Divine Weapon Book from Tianren City. Can the Hidden Dragon Conference be held?"

"Did the Little Overlord of the Divine Hammer save the nine heavens and ten earths in his previous life? He really deserves to die."

"Isn't he a god of hammer? Even Xie Xuan doesn't like the Divine Sword of Tianren. It's useless to give it to him."

The scene was very chaotic.

Don't talk about other people.

Classmate Xiao Li himself feels that his talent in swordsmanship makes Excalibur a bit of a secret.

"Li Mo, you can do it." Ying Bing said seriously with a cold face.

Li Mo thought for a while and said: "Hmm...how about you use the Divine Sword and I use Taibai..."

Ying Bing's eyes were as clear as frost: "I said you can do it, but no one is allowed to say you can't do it."

"good!"

Li Mo stretched out his hand and touched the hilt of the sword.

The hilt of the sword was not cold, on the contrary, it was very gentle. Li Mo was startled. This divine sword seemed to be much gentler than he imagined, and it seemed to have no temper.

But as soon as he thought this, he was slapped in the face.

The Divine Sword of Heaven buzzed, and long-lasting sword energy and sword intent erupted, seeming to express his dissatisfaction.

This feeling is like holding many swords at the same time.

When Chi Xiao reluctantly recognized his master that day, he had to bear the attack of the sword.

The feeling he felt now was thousands of times better than Chi Xiao's, and even Li Mo's body couldn't bear it.

Suddenly, before he could even consider letting go, a bare hand grasped his wrist.

Her tone was smooth: "Don't make trouble, or I'll let you go back."

The Heavenly Sword is honest.

"..."

Li Mo felt that the spirituality in the divine sword reluctantly established contact with him.

Because of Bingtuozi's threat, he was afraid that he would be thrown back to Tianren City if he disobeyed.

Is this okay?

"hiss....."

Is this even possible? !

Xie Xuan sat down on the ground dejectedly, as if he had lost his soul.