Everlasting Sword God - Chapter 227

[Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty Seven]

Fu Potian’s knife was still burning.

But he didn’t shoot.

The burning flame almost burned his fingers, and even the black robe seemed to be on fire, but he still didn’t make a move.

“Do you want to shoot?”

“If you shoot, you will die.”

Shen Zhenyi’s words echoed in Fu Potian’s ears.

He didn’t want to believe it, but still hadn’t made a final decision.

“After seventy-seven-forty-nine days, your swordsmanship will enter a new realm, surpassing the peak, and it will be more meaningful to chop this sword out at that time.”

He held the knife, and the thought kept circling in his heart.

He was reluctant to face the fear in his heart, but the desire had already entangled in his heart.

Third Young Master Shen’s white-clothed phantom stood floating above the bronze sword, smiling and waiting patiently.

Whether the other party can’t use the knife, he can take care of it.

After about ten breaths.

Fu Potian suddenly opened his eyes and asked coldly, “The Eighteen Kings, is he already dead?”

“died.”

Shen Zhenyi nodded slightly.

“The situation he faces is the same as you. Unfortunately, as a descendant of the royal family, he has no room for further growth. Moreover, the responsibility for the royal lineage also forces him to take action.”

“So he died.”

Shen Zhenyi waved his sleeves, and there was a faint sigh in his tone.

Martial arts seeds are not easy to grow. If you destroy one, you will lose one.

Fu Potian was stunned.

The fire of the knife in his hand gradually extinguished, and finally sank into the darkness. The blood-colored long knife was fleeting, and the pale hand retracted into the sleeve of the robe.

“good!”

Fu Potian gritted his teeth and nodded.

“I am here to study the seventy-seven forty-nine days, and after I realize the magic of my swordsmanship, I will ask you for advice!”

It can be put and retracted, and it can be up and down.

This is called a hero.

Fu Potian endured bitterly for four hundred years, and finally went one step further, with the heroic appearance of a dragon and a tiger.

Shen Zhenyi smiled and nodded.

Seeing that Fu Potian was sitting cross-legged on the spot, his eyes seemed to be open and closed, but he was really in front of the mountain gate of Abandoned Sword Villa, and he began to retreat and comprehend!

He is not afraid of the harassment of the enemy, and he does not care about the mess around him on the battlefield.

Shen Zhenyi turned his head, his body swayed, and the phantom shrank to the size of a normal person. Only then did Shi Shiran set foot in the villa and gesture to the princess of Chu Huoluolong.

“You don’t have to worry. After forty-nine days, I will naturally return to Abandoned Sword Villa to fight this man. Before that, you only need to close the mountain gate.”

Today, there was a big battle outside the Abandoned Sword Villa, and the spirit blood flew and the white formation shattered, but the 30,000-strong army also returned, and the general Zuo Yang Yingwei Hei Tehu died tragically, and there is still a lot of mess to clean up.

Chu Huoluo said anxiously, “Master, where are you now?”

Although she was still in the dark about the method of distraction and didn’t know much about it, she watched Shen Zhenyi’s phantom fade away, and she could guess that he was about to leave, so she hurriedly asked.

“I am still in the imperial city.”

Shen Zhenyi said casually, “Don’t worry, I will definitely be able to come back.”

It is said that the Imperial City is like a walking park!

Chu Huoluo complained in her heart, and Princess Long couldn’t help but ask again, “Master, how is the situation in the imperial city?”

Shen Zhenyi smiled slightly and said: “It’s okay, the five checkpoints in the inner city have been broken, I’m going to see Shan Yujing soon, and when he is resolved, I can come back safely.”

Shan Yujing is the emperor!

Chu Huoluo smiled bitterly, even if the master was so unbelievable, the emperor was nothing in his eyes.

“I wish Master all the best.” Princess Long quickly pulled Chu Huoluo, and the two of them saluted Shen Zhenyi together.

Shen Zhenyi waved his hand, his body gradually faded, and he just disappeared out of thin air.

Chu Huoluo was in a hurry and shouted, “Master, are you just leaving? This is still a lot of mess!”

I knew he was going, but I didn’t expect him to go so fast.

“Trivial things, you can take care of yourself.”

The lingering sound.

Chu Huoluo and Long County Lord looked at each other.

Well…Although there is still a tenth-level master of the real world squatting at the door, but they have already retreated, and they will not open their eyes until seventy-seven forty-nine days. Compared with the challenge of the emperor, other things seem to be really not considered. What an amazing event.

Master, is it time to challenge the supreme being in the world of eight cultivation ways?

No matter what, it feels like a dream.

in the imperial city.

Shen Zhenyi swayed and coughed lightly.

The spiritual sense of the clone returned to the body, but the damage caused was irreparable.

Therefore, the method of distraction cannot be used easily, and it cannot be easily tried for higher masters who pursue spiritual unity.

Of course, Shen Zhenyi will naturally have a secret method to make up for it in the future, so he will let go.

“Third Young Master, do we… should we continue to move forward?”

After a while, Young Master Yu helped the Eighteen Sages dug the grave, erected a stone tablet, and engraved his name and deeds with his own knife, so he came to ask Shen Zhenyi for instructions.

In front is the emperor’s residence.

Even though the imperial city has been turned upside down, and even the eighteen sage kings with great reputation have been killed, but if he really wants to challenge the emperor, because of the deep-rooted fear, Young Master Yu is still somewhat in awe.

“We’ve all come here, how can we give up halfway?”

Shen Zhenyi moved forward, as if it was not a dragon pond and a tiger’s den in front of him, but was walking on the ground.

Of course, Zi Ningjun did not hesitate to follow in Shen Zhenyi’s footsteps.

Young Master Yu frowned, but he had no choice but to keep up.

In front is the Golden Palace.

The five checkpoints in the inner city were swept away by Shen Zhenyi, and this forbidden hall had become an undefended place.

The palace maids, eunuchs, and guards were all swept away.

There was only the emperor alone, sitting quietly on the throne.

His face was ugly, but at least he had calmed down.

– He couldn’t help but be calm.

For Shan Yujing, there is no way out, he is the Dayue Dynasty, the last barrier!

He got up slowly, and the whole person was hidden in the darkness.

The golden dragon robe is bleak.

“I…seem to have done something wrong.”

The emperor opened his mouth to the three people who slowly entered the hall. The wind blew the gauze curtains in the hall, flying around, and the sound of ghost crying was endless.

Where is the stately mansion still here?

This is simply a ghost on earth!

“I should have killed you the first time I saw you. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have indulged you to such a degree.”

Shan Yujing raised his head, his face wrinkled, but his eyes were like cold stars, flickering with frightening light.

When the Son of Heaven is angry, the world is full of elements.

The cold wind swept the world.

The sun and the moon are dark, and the sky is dark.

The climate of the entire eighth-cultivation world seemed to be changed by the emperor’s wrath.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been prostrate at the feet of the emperor begging for forgiveness.

But Shen Zhenyi is not an ordinary person.

He looked back at Shan Yujing absently, smiled and shook his head, “Even then, you had no chance to kill me.”

The emperor’s expression suddenly froze!

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