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"As expected of the Seven Nights Demon Monarch, the first genius of the Demon Sect in 300 years, in a short period of time, your skill has surpassed the heavens and reached a new level.

The second sword god is none other than you.

Back then, the sword god Xie Shisan, who was a weak crown against the Great Master, invited the myth to fight at the age of 26, which shocked the world and made his peers despair.

I didn't expect that in my lifetime, I could see a second him.

This is Fu's luck, but Shendaomen's misfortune. "

"But I won't admit defeat!"

As soon as Fu Tianchou pointed at his chest, the sea of ​​blood appeared again behind him, seemingly boundless, filling the void.

But Qiye was unmoved, but surrounded by hundreds of feet around him, the sea of ​​blood all backed away, not daring to approach him at all.

Fu Tianchou thought of his family's hundreds of years of hard work, but in the end they were not as good as a young man who could be his son.

He was really not reconciled, he saw his hand pulled out to his chest, and a bloody long knife was pulled out from the atrium by him.

"This knife is named Fengmo!"

"It was the founder of the Divine Sword Sect who spent his whole life working hard to forge a real divine weapon back then. When the sword was completed, visions appeared in the sky, ghosts cried and gods howled, but without the help of myths, they finally stopped under the divine weapon."

"But the Patriarch did not give up. Instead, he traveled all over the world and explored the secrets of ancient tombs, only to discover a shocking secret by accident."

"These are the three families of imperial warriors who have guarded Zhao, Wei, and Qin for hundreds of years!"

"Back then, the world was in turmoil and war, and divine soldiers were born one after another, looking for their own masters. At the same time, a special method was spread among the masters of the countries.

That is the method of the permanent envoy of the divine weapon.

The lords of the countries found the masters of the gods they trusted and gave them this method. From then on, the gods became tool slaves and were controlled by one family.

And the most important of these is luck.

The magical weapon was refined by the luck of a country, and since then it has been involved with the luck of other countries, regardless of each other.

The stronger the country, the stronger the imperial soldiers.

Now that the Three Kingdoms are at their peak, the masters of the Three Great Divine Weapons are not considered weak even in mythology.

As a result, the blood of the Yushenbing family has been polluted by the fate of the country. From then on, geniuses will be born from generation to generation, but they will not be included in the mythology for life.

This is the favor and curse of the blood of the Royal God Soldier.

From then on, the Royal God Soldier family can only be loyal to the country and not betray, otherwise it will be backlashed by the blood and become a useless person. "

"And the patriarch of our Shendao Sect is indeed a genius of the sky, from the few words in the secret method, he found a new way to comprehend the method of strengthening and upgrading the magic weapon.

From then on, our Shendao Sect began to punish the strong and help the weak, and uphold justice, and became an orthodox sect respected by everyone.

And the reason why we do this is to sacrifice the sword with a human being, devour his luck, and let the life in the sword, but the patriarch holds his body as righteous and does not hurt the lives of ordinary people, but only relying on wicked people, the effect is really slow.

It wasn't until the end that the patriarch did not hesitate to sacrifice himself to feed the knife, so that the knife produced a trace of spirituality.Or magic. "

"From then on, from generation to generation, we use people as sacrifices for each generation, bound by the blood of the Fu family. Each generation of sect masters will hold a knife in their twilight years to let the spirit of the sword grow. From generation to generation, this knife blends with the blood of the Fu family and survives. between reality and reality.”

"In my generation, the magic knife will finally come true!"

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Looking up at the sky, Fu Tianchou felt that his ambitions were inferior to the bright starry sky in front of him.

He retracted his gaze and said to Qiye:

"Thank you, let me finish."

Qiye shook his head and said, "Jiang Ping wants to hear it, so you should thank him."

Jiang Ping walked out from behind Qiye, ignored Fu Tianchou's constipated expression, and said with a smile:

"Yes, it's me again."

"Master Fu, are these your last words? It is indeed a good story."

Fu Tianchou: "..."

He hesitated to speak, and finally said:

"If I can survive, Tianya Haijiao, Director Jiang, you can't escape my knife."

Then he straightened his expression, held the knife in both hands, and shouted:

"Seven Night Demon Monarch, let me take a look at the 200 years of hard work of my Fu family, and the lifelong dream of the Shendaomen.

Is it worth it? ! "

At this moment, without any temptation or hesitation, Fu Tianchou had already given up everything, desperately going forward.

He didn't want to be beaten like a dog, so he wanted to make a big move desperately.

Doing that is just the howling of a defeated dog, and it has no effect other than adding a bit of sadness.

And he, Fu Tianchou, is a person who will not turn back even if he dies.

boom!

I saw the sea of ​​blood all over the sky rolled back and turned into huge waves, Fu Tianchou's body turned into blood light, and merged with the knife.

At the position where he was standing, the space seemed to be collapsing, and the endless suction was constantly pulling everything outside.

The tiles and bricks of the roof, the beams of the roof, the slate soil on the ground, the big tree in the distance, the carriage, and even the corpse weapon...

An invisible force made them come towards one direction, and then cracked inch by inch in midair, and then turned into powder.

"All sentient beings perish!"

The last move of the Blood Sea Cangshengjing.

Fu Tianchou had disappeared, and what appeared in his original place was a handleless scimitar that made people's eyes sting at the first glance, and then they went crazy.

It was like a blood-colored arc moon, rising slowly, exuding a dangerous and strange light.

Blood moon transits.

Everything along the way turns to dust.

The blood moon hangs in the sky, like a real bright moon, competing with the sky for glory.

Qiye also became serious, in his perception.

This trick is very strong.

When this knife falls, at least half of the city below will collapse.

One move, destroy the city!

This kind of mighty power can be called the power of myth.

He waited intently, his breathing calmed down, and then like a thunderstorm on the ground, it sounded like a spring.

His figure suddenly disappeared, and when he reappeared, he was already standing behind the blood moon with a serious face.

A cold sword light like moonlight flashed in the void.

Clang!

The sound of the clanging of the sword was long overdue.

then……

Shi Potian was shocked, and the blood moon fell!

In the sky, the hanging blood moon was divided into two parts, easily separated by Jian Guang like tofu.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

As the blood moon fell, the night sky suddenly lit up, as if it had been liberated.

It turned out that with this move, even the light was swallowed.

The strongest move was broken, and Fu Tianchou revealed his true form.

The bloodstains between his brows are constantly oozing blood, and there is even a thin sword mark on his face that divides him into two. It is only an invisible force that restrains this sword mark, so there is no explosion. open.

But he didn't have the will to win anymore.

"cough!"

Fu Tianchou wiped the blood gushing from the corner of his mouth, and asked:

"What kind of trick is this?"

"Draw out the sword and cut the sky art." Qiye replied seriously.

"It turned out to be it, the number one killer of the Demon Sect, and its reputation is well-deserved, and I deserved the loss."

Fu Tianchou sighed, and the back of his face began to crumble like porcelain, and the sound of bubbles bursting also resounded in his body.

The suppressed sword energy was raging in his body.

"Jiang Ping, I haven't lost yet!"

Bang!

Fu Tianchou was like a firework, exploding with a loud bang, the sky and the earth were full of his traces, and no one had a chance to lick his bag at all.

Dang bang.

A blood knife fell from the position where Fu Tianchou exploded, exuding an unpretentious light.

Jiang Ping glanced left and right before he landed with confidence.

He looked at the magic knife on the ground and sighed leisurely:

"Why bother?"

"You are so powerful, and you ran away with someone, I can still chase you, and now there is not even a scum left, and you have to give me a baby."

Qiye appeared beside Jiang Ping at some point and said:

"He's strong, strong, strong."

"If it weren't for my experience in fighting Wuji Supreme and Dongfang Supreme, I took advantage of it, and my recent breakthrough, I would only be [-]-[-] with him."

Qiye silently licked her lips, but there was still a bit of fishy and sweet taste left.

At that moment, he was not uninjured.

But in front of Jiang Ping, he didn't show it.

Hearing this, Jiang Ping said nonchalantly:

"If you win, you win, and if you lose, you lose. There is so much reason."

"But you have to wait to reminisce about the old days. The matter is not over."

Said Jiang Ping pointed to the magic knife on the ground and said:

"Fu Tianchou is also considered a generation of heroes, Qiye, give me face, we don't want this knife, if it is destroyed, it will be buried with Master Fu."

Qiye didn't act immediately, but planned for Jiang Ping:

"It's a good knife, not inferior to a fully awakened soldier. If you can find a way to use it, it will add a top combat power to you.

Are you really willing? "

Jiang Ping waved his hand and said grandly:

"Joke, don't you know who I am, Jiang Ping?

That's knowing heroes and valuing heroes. Fu Tianchou's sect master is actually dead. What's the use of keeping his sword?

And this is the treasure of their Fu family for hundreds of years, if I take it, I will panic. "

"it is good."

Qiye nodded, stretched out his hand and grabbed the magic knife in his hand.

As soon as the knife was in his hand, he felt bloodthirsty impulses rushing from the knife to his mind continuously, adding a bit of bloodthirsty thoughts to his heart.

However, he was used to this feeling when he practiced the Great Blood God Hand, and his realm has surpassed the master of the sword, otherwise he might be led astray by the sword and become a slave to the sword.

"Sure enough, evil."

As soon as Qiye's true energy was urged, and as soon as he released his strength, the magic knife clanged twice and turned into three severed blades.