Chapter 398
Hundreds of thousands of years!
I've been waiting for 100,000 years.
Looking at the Human Emperor Sword in the big screen, Nan Huang's heart trembled, her beautiful eyes turned red, tears flashed, and finally broke down her beautiful cheeks.
For ten thousand years, Nan Huang has never shed tears when she saw the Human Emperor Sword in Xuanyuan Hao's hand.
She cried.
Hundreds of thousands of years, what a long time?
How many centuries have it been?
It can also be said that every day for the past 100,000 years, she has been living like a year, every minute and every second, not thinking that long-lost face appears in front of her, but for the past 100,000 years, he has never appeared.
Even after 100,000 years of forced by her family, the Sword Emperor was angry, and from then on, their relationship was broken and two pieces.
However, the sword appeared in front of her again tonight.
She will never forget this sword, it was imprinted in her heart, like a scar that cannot be erased.
"Master!" The saint next to him stepped forward, his beautiful eyes flashed: "What's wrong with you?"
At this moment, the Saint was very surprised. She knew Nan Huang very well and had never seen Nan Huang cry. But just now, she looked at the big screen and actually cried. I'm afraid that the only one who could make Nan Huang cry was probably the only one.
"He appears!"
Nan Huang pointed to the Human Emperor Sword in Xuanyuan Hao's hand on the big screen and said, "Xue'er, it's been 100,000 years. Do you know how I lived? Every minute and every second, I hope he appears in front of me. I always hold a glimmer of hope. He can appear. The sword in that kid's hand is his carry-on sword. He must have asked him to come here!"
As he said that, the tears in Nanhuang's beautiful eyes slowly dripped.
Bai Ruxue's body trembled. How could she not know how Nan Huang lived in the past 100,000 years? She was undoubtedly waiting for that person to appear.
However, the Sword Emperor is a human race, not a demon race, and his life span is limited. Now that 100,000 years have passed, is he really still alive?
So, Bai Ruxue's beautiful eyes flashed: "Senior Sword Emperor, he is a human race!"
It is not difficult to understand the meaning of this statement. The human king has a lifespan of ten thousand years, but now it has 100,000 years passed.
"He must still be alive, otherwise how could this kid have his sword in his hand? It must be his handed over to him, or in other words, the Sword Emperor has already attained enlightenment and saints, not necessarily!"
Achieve enlightenment and become saints, the flesh becomes saints, and transcends the ordinary and becomes saints.
In this way, it will not be a lifespan of ten thousand years.
Of course, this is just a fantasy in Nan Huang’s mind. How can we say that we can achieve success in enlightenment and becoming a saint?
At least in Wushuang Jiuzhou, no one has become a saint yet.
That level is the vast chasm.
"Master!" Bai Ruxue showed a hint of heartache. She wanted to say something, but swallowed it back. She didn't want to hurt Nan Huang's heart again. She knew that for Nan Huang, only this wisp of fantasy could support Nan Huang to survive.
Otherwise, Nan Huang would have gone with the Sword Emperor long ago.
"Xue'er!" Nan Huang's beautiful eyes turned, stared at Bai Ruxue, and said, "This kid is a dynasty called Da Chu from the land of hundreds of countries. Go and check what this kid has done in Da Chu to see if there is any trace of the Sword Emperor!"
"Okay!" Bai Ruxue nodded, and her white clothes were urging in the wind. Her figure flashed and disappeared into the secret room.
...
The forbidden area of Yaochi, the Phantom Demon Cliff.
As those geniuses of great power continue to reach the top, the number of demon troops on Xuanyuan Hao's side has gathered more and more, reaching thousands of people, each of which is quite outstanding in the Unparalleled Jiuzhou.
Therefore, these thousands of people are a catastrophe for anyone.
Dongdong ~
Mo Xuan's burly body kept stepping out, with magic power scattered, and the dark golden armor flowed through golden runes, just like the demon king from hell. The Sky-Cutting Axe in his hand kept slashing from the void, and every axe fell, the demon body died.
However, the area ahead was covered with darkness, all of which were devils who had lost their minds, as if they could not be killed.
Even after a battle, Mo Xuan's aura was already a little weak.
Jianjun and Xiao Qi are the left and right wings.
Now, the two of them have also begun to attack and kill. The void sword power is rolling, and endless sword lights burst out from the vortex, sweeping wildly.
They just hope to break out a bloody path and reach the top of the Demon Cliff before they are exhausted.
As for Ye Cheng, he protected Ye Qinghuang, his power was blooming, and the Shura sword in his hand also kept killing forward.
It is the inheritance of Emperor Asura, and it is no longer Ye Cheng in the past.
It can also be said that after receiving the inheritance, Ye Cheng was already a natural human emperor, but his cultivation level was not yet reached. In this way, his strength was also extremely terrifying. With one sword and a sword, he had his head flying across.
Dong ~
Xuanyuan Hao, who fought side by side with Mo Xuan, suddenly took his footsteps, and the fourth step of the Seven Killing Sword Step bloomed. The surging sword power in the void had condensed the boundless sword waves.
It seemed as if after Xuanyuan Hao fell, a hole appeared in the sky, trying to tear the sky apart.
Bang bang bang ~
Under the cover of the Seven Killing Sword Power, many demons turned into a ball of blood mist.
Not only that, the soul of the piano above Xuanyuan Hao's head was shining with dazzling light, the sound of the piano continued, and the heaven and earth were dying and killing. Wherever sound waves passed, they were like sharp swords, piercing the bodies of those demon soldiers.
At this moment, Xuanyuan Hao's body was shrouded in sacred light, as if he was a saint, and he was invincible to all evil.
His zither soul is the life soul of the zither holy.
The Qin Saint is a saint, how could his soul be ordinary?
"Step 4!"
At this moment, Leng Wuya, who had reached the top, looked at Xuanyuan Hao, and there was a shock in his eyes. He was also an extremely outstanding pride of heaven in the Seven Killing Sword Palace, and he was only qualified to learn three steps.
He even studied these three steps for several years before he could understand them.
However, now Xuanyuan Hao has blossomed into the fourth step of the Seven Killing Sword Step.
For him, how could he not be shocked?
A man who is not the Seven Killing Sword Palace has practiced the Seven Killing Sword Step, and his attainments are far above his Leng Wuya, which also puzzled him.
"Senior Brother Leng, his sword step..." Several disciples from the Sword Palace next to him were also shocked. The Seven Killing Sword Step is the most peerless Gong in the Seven Killing Sword Palace. In the Seven Killing Sword Palace, it is not a genius.
But now...
"You must find out this matter clearly. If this person is not a closed disciple of any elder in my Sword Palace, you must kill him. Sword Palace Gong Fa cannot be spread outside!" Suddenly, there was a cold murderous intent in Leng Wuya's eyes.
Of course, it is mostly jealousy.
"Interesting!" Nangong Que was also surprised to see Xuanyuan Hao. Even though he was not from the Sword Palace, he naturally knew the Seven Killing Sword Steps of the Seven Killing Sword Palace. Especially when he saw Leng Wuya's expression, Nangong Que knew that Xuanyuan Hao might have nothing to do with the Seven Killing Sword Palace.
But how could a person who has nothing to do with the Seven Killing Sword Step?
At this moment, Xuanyuan Hao's side.
Wow~
Endless sword light fell from the sky, puff puff puff puff puff puff~ One body was torn apart, and Xuanyuan Hao was blessed with the help of the piano soul to improve his combat effectiveness. Even the sixth-grade king was still unstoppable.
Chapter completed!