Shenjing City, Sitian Tower, the hall is silent, and the needles can be heard.

In the hall on the first floor, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty and the officials of the Si Tianjian all held their breath, looking up at the picture scroll of mountains and seas above, and they couldn't take their eyes off it.

In the picture scroll of mountains and seas, with the release of the qi of national fortune, the chaotic and riotous void quickly subsided, and then the scene on the top of the Burial Sword Lake completely appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Even those old courtiers in their seventies and eighties, the snow-white long beards on their chests kept shaking, and they all raised their arms and shouted in oblivion:

"Long live Your Majesty!"

Looking at Murong He, who had his arm cut off and knelt on one knee in the picture scroll of mountains and seas, he had not stood up for a long time, and the originally dignified face of Rouge sitting in the center of Si Tianta stretched slightly, and he breathed a sigh of light slightly, and then stretched out his hand and gently stroked his lower abdomen, as if he was comforting the little life in his stomach not to be nervous.

Behind Rouge, Li Chunfeng withdrew his gaze, and then opened his mouth to let out an old voice that resounded through the hall:

"This battle is not over yet, please be quiet!"

After finishing speaking, Li Chunfeng turned his head and just met Sima Annan's gaze, the old and the young, all looked relieved in each other's eyes, and in addition, there was a deep shock, shocking Zhao Yu's strength.

As an emperor, Zhao Yu doesn't have many opportunities to make a move, so even those close to him don't know how strong the young emperor is, and even Zhao Yu himself doesn't know, because for the taboo, simply talking about the strength of the realm division has no meaning.

The strong cherish the strong, but only the strong fight the strong to know who is stronger!

Compared with the Si Tian Pagoda, the cultivation of the court officials who are generally not high, above the void of Wanjian Mountain, those great masters and forbidden people who watched the battle at close range, undoubtedly felt the strength of the two more clearly, and every divine power of Zhao Yu and Murong He carried the power of the land fairy realm of the shattered void, which was worthy of the name of the pinnacle battle of the world.

"Murong He's broken arm is equivalent to a monk's loss of soul, and the impact is not only as simple as strength, but also essence, qi, god and power, in other words, Murong He's impact on the holy throne this time is categorically hopeless!"

Above the Spirit Crane, the great masters from the Dao Palace, the Linglong Sect, the Bing Sect and other great masters let out a sigh in unison, their expressions were complicated, although they could not agree with Murong He's move to launch a war against the dynasty and the lord of Great Xia, but they could understand the infinite desire of a monk, a great power standing at the peak of the sword path, to move towards a higher life level.

Because so do they!

But the avenue is ruthless, she only favors sharper blades, and even Murong and himself know that what he is fighting for is just that illusory opportunity.

Murong He's sword is only sharp, and once it is pierced, it is difficult to resist, but since the beginning of this holy battle to the present, everyone understands that under the young emperor's tidal law offensive, the last bit of momentum and luck belonging to Murong He and the rivers and lakes has been completely and mercilessly shattered by Zhao Yu's heavy fist.

In other words, when Zhao Yu blasted Murong He from above Qinglian from the void into the clouds, this path to sanctification was already the opposite of this Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion Lord!

Under the influence of the Ten Mile Red Great Array and the Mountains and Seas Map, the void chaos on the top of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain gradually subsided, and the drifting heavy rain above the sky continued to fill the dark night sky.

"Murong He misestimated His Majesty's strength, and now, he doesn't have many choices, because for him, it is no longer a holy battle of sanctification, but a battle of life, and the old man wants to know what the first person in the kendo who is cornered will do?"

"Desperate people are the most dangerous, no matter what, Murong and he finally have a chance to draw a sword!"

Beside the old sect master Lu Yao, the silver-haired old woman's voice was still full of solemnity, and then another echo sounded:

"The master of the Heaven Breaking Academy is reasonable, Murong He can be said to have broken free from His Majesty's first hand at the cost of one left arm, and finally won a chance for himself to play the sword, Murong He's sharp qi is not much left, then Murong He's sword is the last sword in the entire battle. ”

At the same time, above the black dragon where the Radiant Army and the Dire Division were located, the voice belonging to Xu Qing, the eldest lady of the Wei State Mansion, suddenly sounded in the ears of all the forbidden people:

"This battle has come to the last moment, cheer up, mobilize your qi, and wait for the battle!"

"No!"

Accompanied by a uniform and categorical roar, above the surface of the Burial Sword Lake below, Murong He, who was kneeling on one knee, suddenly inhaled sharply, and then spit out violently, his breathing was extremely heavy, and even the entire huge lake seemed to be surging violently with it, and a large amount of blood gushed out of Murong He's mouth.

But after this breath, Murong He's ordinary and inconspicuous face has become as calm as ever, especially his eyes, all the negative emotions before have disappeared, and there is only pure firmness, calmness and confidence.

Because Murong He's only remaining right hand slowly stepped forward and grasped the hilt of the mountain guarding sword.

"When a sword cultivator holds the sword, he is fearless!"

A faint voice came out of Murong He's mouth, and then he raised his head and looked at the other end of the lake, the tall and young emperor shadow under the rain curtain, for some reason, Murong He's extremely sharp eyes, when he looked at this figure in an imperial robe, there was a moment of blur.

Then Murong He's brows furrowed, and he grabbed his right hand, which was already full of cracked sword hilts in front of him, and suddenly exerted force, and the last sharp edge of his body was completely released outward, and his entire body stood upright extremely slowly, as if he was carrying hundreds of millions of catties of weight.

The infinite edge appeared, the void sword aura above the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain was awe-inspiring, and all the rain was cut into powder!

Murong He's speed of standing up with his sword was extremely slow, although the Great Sword of Guarding the Mountain was extremely large and amazingly heavy, but there was absolutely no such huge weight, and as the hilt of this sword was pulled up, the entire Burial Sword Lake began to boil violently, because the countless sword souls that had been sleeping in the lake had been awakened, competing to release their own violent edge that was unwilling to be lonely.

On Murong He's angular upper body, the green tendons bulged like a dragon, but his face was still calm, and then the hilt of the mountain guarding sword was completely pulled out of the water, but under the hilt, it was not the original stone sword, but an incomparably blurred blade.

At the same time, Murong and Yang Tian roared, and the rolling sound was accompanied by a furious sword aura, which directly exploded in the ears of Zhao Yu, whose expression changed slightly:

"Your Majesty, you must be familiar with this sword, because I have borrowed it from you!"

After the roar, a sword roar sounded between heaven and earth, like a thunderstorm, and a name that was not long ago appeared in Zhao Yu's mind.

A sword flies to the immortals!