383: C383 Sword intent

C383 Sword intent

The light on the blade of the sword kept reflecting through the sunlight, giving off a kind and benevolent feeling.

"Zhanlu, it's actually a Zhanlu, deep and black, this is a Zhanlu treasure sword!" The Old Man Murong was finally moved. Zhanlu treasure sword, China's top ten swords, ranked second, so naturally the first place belonged to the mythical Xuan-yuan Sword. So the truth is that Zhanlu is number one, the real number one, the King's Sword, the Sovereign King's eyes.

Its body was completely black, it was three feet long, it was thick and benevolent, it had the aura of a king, the Zhanlu was truly a Zhanlu's Sword.

Everyone present were all warriors, so they naturally understood what the Zhanlu's Sword was. It was one of the ten great divine swords, and it was even the best sword in the world. At this time, even Murong Hai was starting to envy Chen Yufan's luck.

"Zhanlu's Sword, the work of the Sword Crafting Master, Ou Zhizi. Yue Wang then gave the sword to Wu Wangfu, but the sword disappeared on its own halfway. The legendary sword of the benevolent, the Eye of the Sovereign King. The monarch had his dao, the sword was by his side, and the nation flourished. Jun Wu Dao, the sword flying, the nation defeated! Zhanlu, it's actually a Zhanlu! " Old Man Murong muttered in disbelief.

Chen Yufan smiled towards Shangguan Qingxue's doubtful eyes: "This sword has already appeared in the hands of Zhao's Great General Li Mu. Li Mu relied on this sword and massacred in all directions, then went to the Great Tang, General Xue Ren Gui's, and the last time it appeared was in the hands of the Song Dynasty's Yue Fei. I never thought that the Zhanlu's Sword would appear again!"

The Old Man Murong was delighted: "Young lad, Brother Chen, can you show me this sword! This old man can take a look at the glory of the Unrivaled Sword Art and die with no regrets! "

Chen Yufan was not worried that Murong Qingyun would do something to him. After all, a Zhanlu's Sword, unless one was a benevolent person, a king, was not allowed to do anything. He handed the sword over to Murong Qingyun, and Murong Qingyun carefully received it. He gently stroked the body of the sword which had the words "Zhanlu" written in large ancient characters.

But very quickly, the Old Man Murong cried out in surprise: "This, this, the legends are actually true! Zhanlu's disputes are unyielding, and their haughtiness is unimaginable! They have always been positive, but the legends are actually true!"

"What's wrong, grandfather!" Murong Hai also went over, but very quickly he had the expression of someone who had seen a ghost.

The two big words "Zhanlu" were written on the back of the sword. When Murong Qingyun turned the sword around, the opposite side of the sword originally did not have a word, but the word "Zhanlu" quickly appeared again. Only now did Murong Hai understand why Murong Qingyun had just said that Zhanlu's Sword were arrogant and never showed their faces to others.

However, just when they were surprised, praising, and feeling strange, an even weirder thing happened. The Zhanlu's Sword, the King's Sword, actually moved on its own, suddenly escaping Murong Qingyun's grasp and returning back to Chen Yufan's hands. Chen Yufan also exclaimed in surprise, "Zhanlu, Zhanlu..."

other than the Divine Sword Xuanyuan, it could be said to be the number one sword in all of history. The rumors said that the Zhanlu was the Sword of the King, the Sword of the benevolent, Chen Yufan never thought that he would actually be able to see the divine sword of a Zhanlu here. It could be said to be an unexpected surprise.

Zhanlu had a very high value, if it fell into the hands of martial artists, it could be said to be a rare divine tool. Gripping the shining black divine tool in his hand tightly, Chen Yufan had the illusion that his whole body was filled with power, wanting to try out his hand. As the Dragon God Arts was infused into the Zhanlu's sword, the feeling of mutual communication and coexistence slowly rose.

The Dragon God Arts, the true king's dao technique, the sword of the Zhanlu, and the sword of the ruler actually seemed to have a faint affinity with each other. Chen Yufan could feel that the two of them coexisted together, and when combined, their power multiplied. This made him want to take out his sword and stand proudly under the heavens.

Murong Qingyun looked at the mystical Zhanlu. Although he had the intention to buy it, he had seen the scene of the Zhanlu automatically choosing its owner. As a warrior, he knew that even if the Zhanlu landed in his hands, it would still fly away. Aside from the Sword of Mercy and the King's Sword, Zhanlu s were also swords of loyalty. Zhanlu only had one master in their entire lives, and only after their previous master passed away would they fly away again, searching for a new master.

However, Murong Qingyun was still more curious, and joked: "Young man, you really picked up a big mistake!"

Murong Hai curiously asked from the side: "Old Gramps, just how much is this sword worth?"

Murong Qingyun said angrily: "Money? You only know how to use money. This sword can be said to be an ancient divine tool, the national treasure. Can money be used to measure its worth? If this item were to appear in the auction house, even if it's worth a billion dollars, it would be something many people would rush to buy! "

"Fifteen thousand? A billion? "Good heavens, isn't that appreciation speed too fast!" Yuwen Shaoqing snorted.

"Luck, just luck!" Chen Yufan laughed out loud, and said: "Yuwen, after you return, get someone to find me a more classical sword sheath.

"I got it, no matter how much this kind of treasure spends to create a sword sheath, it's worth it!" Yuwen Shaoqing laughed.

Murong Qingyun frowned and said: "Young lad, the legendary Zhanlu s are able to destroy everything, I wonder if it will be able to broaden our horizons!"

It could be seen that Old Man Murong really liked this item, so he rubbed his hands together. Chen Yufan swept across everyone, whether it was Murong Hai or Yuwen Shaoqing, even Shangguan Qingxue who did not know any martial arts, was filled with curiosity. Chen Yufan nodded his head: "Alright, I'll take a look at how precious this thing is!"

Saying that, Chen Yufan laughed: All of you move out of the way, leave this stone pavilion!

Murong Qingyun only wanted to see the power of the Divine Equipment at this moment, as though he had forgotten something, he immediately nodded and left the stone pavilion with Murong Hai and the others. Chen Yufan looked at them, and said: "Move further away!"

Only then did Chen Yufan nod his head, the Zhanlu Divine Sword in his hand gradually started to move, but it was extremely fast, the eyes of the Old Man Murong started to become a bit purple, not because he was intimidated by the Zhanlu's sharpness, but because he was frightened by Chen Yufan's moves.

In the blink of an eye, four sword strikes, four sword strikes, almost at the same time. There were no fancy moves, only ordinary moves, slashing, slashing, jabbing, piercing. Simple and simple, with only four strikes. After it was completed, Chen Yufan stood in the center of the stone pavilion and stared blankly for a while. Then, he slowly walked out of the stone pavilion.

"What a strong sword intent!" Old Man Murong said in shock.

However, Murong Hai and Shangguan Qingxue could not see anything at all. Murong Hai said in shock, "Old Master, is this all? Chen Yufan didn't do anything? I thought the Zhanlu's Sword must have come out to shake the world and shock the world. So it turns out to be just that! "

As soon as Murong Hai finished speaking, Old Man Murong narrowed his eyes. In his eyes, the sword intent in the stone pavilion started to dissipate slowly, with the stone pavilion as the center, it spread to a distance of eighteen steps. Soon after, with a loud rumble, the stone pavilion's four pillars collapsed with a loud rumble. Along with the entire beam pillar, the eaves were completely turned into rubble.2

The edges of the stone pillars were smooth, as if they had been polished on purpose.

"Good boy, what's this? What's this?" Murong Hai exclaimed.

He truly could not believe that the four simple slashes that Chen Yufan had just executed actually possessed such shocking power. Although it was not shocking enough, it was enough to frighten people's hearts. However, his fear was not over. Looking at Chen Yufan's figure who was walking over slowly, every inch of land behind him caused the plants and vegetation around him to wither and wither.

It could be said that wherever the sword intent passed, there was no life.

However, this also turned into a strange phenomenon, causing people to think that the ground had started to crack only after Chen Yufan had passed by them, and that there was no life left.

With a loud boom, the stone behind Chen Yufan crumbled and slid down to the ground. Under the attack of the sword aura, even the stone broke into two pieces and smashed into the ground with a loud crash. The stone dared to break from the middle as the port was still as smooth and flat as before, as if it had been polished.

The sword accidentally released 12 steps, and actually managed to cut off a piece of Mt. Tai's stone that weighed a thousand jin. This kind of strength was too outrageous, the Old Man Murong was sure that even the Sword God Dugu Family's old ghost was unable to do this.

"Could it really be related to the Zhanlu s' treasured swords?" The Old Man Murong muttered to himself.

Murong Qingyun indeed did not believe that a young man would actually possess such a terrifying strength, which nearly caused people to tremble. Especially with such control, the sword intent was always behind him, its speed was almost the same as his. After he had finished twenty steps, Chen Yufan looked at the destructive force behind him with a smile and nodded his head in satisfaction.

However, before he could regain his senses, a few people wearing Daoist robes jumped out from a mysterious path. They were all wearing swords. "Who are you, causing trouble for me, Mt. Tai?"

No one had expected such a thing to happen, especially Murong Qingyun, who was flocked to exclaim in surprise. No one expected that the Mt. Regretfully, he did not inform Chen Yufan about this matter in advance. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone through this mess.

The Mt. Tai Sword Sect was known as the supreme leader of the Five Mountains. It was like slapping someone in their home when you cut off their pebbles. Furthermore, it was such a resounding slap in the face. The most shameful thing about an upright sect was their face, so they had to fight for it. If they didn't show their face, then their reputation would be ruined in the martial arts world.

But with Chen Yufan's cultivation, he could tell that these few people were not hiding around for a long time, especially when they saw the expressions of the Zhanlu's Sword, they were too greedy, so Chen Yufan knew what these people were thinking. A divine tool, especially the legendary divine tool of Grandmaster Ou Zhizi, was something that all sects would fight over.

However, they never expected that the Zhanlu's Sword's power would be so great, so they naturally would not attribute it to Chen Yufan's high cultivation level. After all, even if you started to practice martial arts right after you were pregnant, you still would not have such cultivation, otherwise Grand Master would have already gone to eat sh * t.

While looking at the Zhanlu's Sword in Chen Yufan's hands, Murong Qingyun sighed, and said: "My fellow daoists from the Mount Tai Sect, my apologies, it was an accident on our part as well. I am Murong Qingyun, family head of the Murong Family!"

"Clear Sky Murong!" Instantly, all of the people from the Mt. Tai Sword Sect went quiet, the leader respectfully bowed to Murong Qingyun and said, "I did not expect that Senior Murong would be here, I apologize for my rudeness!"

Murong Qingyun quickly returned the greeting: "I don't know the Taoist Dao number!"

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