Wanjian Mountain, Burial Sword Lake, heavy rain.

The original visions above the sky have all dissipated, and the shattered spatial cracks have also been quickly repaired under the laws of the vast land of God, leaving only the silent roaring night under the torrential rain.

Zhao Yu's not burly body stood on the Burial Sword Lake, and the silver ancient ruins that had clearly appeared around him slowly disappeared, while the imperial robe on the young emperor's body, which represented the identity of the lord of Great Xia, was constantly swaying under the strong wind.

At this time, in the entire Burial Sword Lake, countless cyan sword qi rose from the bottom of the lake, and in an instant, it enveloped the entire lake void, and these cyan sword qi were dozens of times richer than the one released above the sky dome before, and had completely condensed into a materialized mist.

The Burial Sword Lake on the top of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain is the foundation of the sword path inheritance for countless years, and it is the well-deserved home of Murong He!

The dark cyan sword qi cloud began to slowly drift outward in the center of the Burial Sword Lake, but on this Burial Sword Lake, it was not only Zhao Yu and Murong He.

On the shore of the Burial Sword Lake, in the heavy rain, stood a figure in a white monk's uniform.

Zhao Yu turned his head and looked, the girl on the shore burst into tears instantly, and a drop of tears flowed down from Jian Sheng's eyes, and the eyes of the same girl were dim.

Then the girl looked at the still calm face of the young emperor, slowly knelt down, bowed to the ground with both hands, and bowed heavily, again and again.

Zhao Yu looked at the shore in the distance, his breath was weak, the fire of life was almost extinguished, and the sword student who was kowtowing and kowtowing in silence, a thick complexity flashed in his black eyes, and then he slowly spoke:

"Jiansheng, it's not your fault in all this, you don't have to be like this, it's all for the sake of creation. ”

After the calm imperial voice fell, Zhao Yu then looked up at the deep, extremely dark night sky above, and after contemplating for a few breaths, he continued to speak:

"I once said that everyone has their own choice, but the choice is really not an easy task, because sometimes, even this Heavenly Dao is persecuting you!"

"I, Murong He, no one can force me, even this avenue, I can't do it!"

Zhao Yu's Huanghuang Emperor's voice had not yet fallen, and in the sky above the Burial Sword Lake, a middle-aged man's decisive voice sounded directly, but faster than this sound was a blue light that could not be captured by the naked eye.

Within this blue light, there is a person!

The countless green qi in the sky above the entire Burial Sword Lake suddenly surged violently, as if it had been directly split into two halves from the middle, and then the blue light ignored the existence of space and appeared directly in front of the young emperor, and within the light, Murong He, who was dressed in a robe, once again combined his two fingers into a sword and stabbed out directly.

Powerful fighting, life and death are just in an instant!

In the next moment, Zhao Yu's dark golden imperial robe on the lake flew backwards, and the finger sword pierced directly into the chest of the young figure, but Murong He's face did not have any joy, his left foot drew an arc and stepped out, and the whole body instantly completed his sideways, his left hand was held weakly, and he pulled out a cyan sword soul from the void, and stabbed out a sword at the void in front of him again.

"Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, Double Sword Flow!"

"Ancient Forbidden Magical Powers, Illusion!"

It was only at this time that the phantom clone of Zhao Yu, who was pierced by Murong He's finger sword, shattered like foam, and at the same time, the entire surrounding void was centered on the former's finger sword, and the void shattered in all directions like glass, crawling with dense spider webs.

But on the other side of Murong He, under the edge of the cyan sword soul, the originally empty night void seemed to be torn apart directly to both sides, and a touch of orange red appeared that people couldn't look at directly.

This orange is the Blazing Sword formed by the most violent magma and flames in the depths of the region, and it has another name, Yama Blade!

Ancient Forbidden Divine Power: Yan Blade!

Murong He is the bearer of the sword path above the vast land of Shenzhou, and he is the king of ten thousand swords, in other words, the ordinary sword soul in the hands of the Great Xia monk is inherently suppressed, but at this time, the Yan blade held in Zhao Yu's hand comes from the depths of the apocalyptic hell that is more ancient and higher.

Therefore, this is a sword that Murong He has never seen before.

Yan blade, stabbing out is the end of the world!

The pure edge of the Shenzhou Haotu Sword Dao Law and the Sword of the Yan Blade were directly pierced in one place, and on the entire Burial Sword Lake, the infinite doomsday flames exploded outward, sweeping in all directions, and a large amount of lake water was directly evaporated into rolling water vapor, rising from the sky, accompanied by rolling flames, like a volcano that was erupting violently, clearly visible in the distance.

In the west of the city, those monks who were rushing out of the city gate and rushing towards Wanjian Mountain stopped in unison when they saw this.

The right hand of Yan Blade held by Zhao Yu was calm and powerful, and the flames of doom burned fiercely above Murong He's body in a robe, but above the latter's ordinary face, there was a full look of confidence, and then his voice sounded in Zhao Yu's ears:

"Your Majesty, your strength is beyond my imagination, I don't even know how many laws you have, this is undoubtedly terrifying, but Your Majesty, you and I fight sword against sword, I Murong and this life, fight for the sword, can also die for the sword, never lose to anyone!"

Murong He's voice became louder and louder, and finally turned into an infinitely whistling sword sound, and in the next moment, the sword shadow held in his left hand suddenly condensed, and the lines on this cyan sword continued to appear, just like a green lotus blooming outward.

If Shan Wenbai was still alive, he would definitely be no stranger to this Qinglian Sword, because the last scene of his life was this continuous enlargement of the cyan sword tip in his sight.

Then the blue light on this sword rose and shrank, as if it was breathing in and out, and the substantiated green qi floating on the entire Burial Sword Lake was instantly absorbed, and in Zhao Yu's induction, this sword then completely bloomed like a green lotus, and at the same time, there was also the pure sword edge.

Under the cyan edge, the Yan Blade Great Sword in the young emperor's hand shattered inch by inch, and even the surrounding apocalyptic flames were directly extinguished, turning into countless billowing smoke, covering the sky and the sun.

Under the thick smoke, the Qinglian Sword after stabbing the Yan Blade continued downward, advancing steadily towards Zhao Yu's eyebrows, and the void shattered all around the long sword, leaving a dark spatial crack.

Sword cultivation Murong He, every sword stabbed out, will go all out, life and death will be forgotten, and there is no saying that there is no hand, this is the respect for the sword in the hand, but also the respect for the enemy.

Therefore, at this time, towards Zhao Yu's eyebrows, the three bright and dripping avenue cinnabar patterns pierced the Qinglian Sword gathered the strongest sword path peak in the entire vast land of Shenzhou.

It is comparable to the sharp sword of a true saint!

In the Sitian Tower, exclamations rang out one after another, and then Rouge came out calmly:

"Don't be impatient!"

At the same time, under this extremely sharp sword blade, Zhao Yu's eyes were calm, his thoughts were still clear, and then he did not retreat but advanced, and stepped forward directly, and the brilliant voice then resounded through the four fields:

"Murong He, I don't want to fight sword against sword with you, the sword cultivation of the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion believes in pure attack, so today I want to attack against sword!"