The shadow of the golden-winged roc came to the sky hundreds of miles in front of the tomb. The edges of the wings were filled with golden light, but it brought darkness to the tomb. Looking in the darkness, its eyes were like two burning divine fires. Nanke's black hair fluttered, and his petite body was quietly hanging between the two divine fires. It was extremely small in comparison, but it gave people a feeling that there was an indivisible connection between her and the golden-winged roc. In other words, she is now the soul of the golden-winged roc.

As the golden light shone, an unimaginable terrifying pressure fell on the grassland, and followed by a hurricane. Even the most violent wind in the South China Sea could not be so many. The broken grass clips were dancing wildly. The sewage on the ground was shattered. No monster could stand firm and fell to the ground. The thousands of broken swords in the air around the tomb were blown up and down, just like countless ships in Wang Chi, which could be swallowed up by the shocking waves at any time.

Accompanied by a cold and arrogant sound, the golden-winged roc flapped its wings and flew towards the tomb, giving people the feeling that the sky was about to press towards the tomb. The golden light on the edges of the wings scattered and then reunited, as if it was jumping flames, as if it was about to come alive, so the whole grassland began to burn, and both blood and water began to produce a blazing flame.

On the burning grassland is a black ocean composed of countless monsters. This black ocean is also burning and turning into a sea of ​​fire. Whether it is high-level monsters or field mice born in the grassland, they all stand in the sea of ​​fire, looking at the wings that cross hundreds of miles in the sky with awe and piety, and making almost crazy roars.

As the golden-winged roc approached, the burning grassland became brighter, and the tomb in the middle of the grassland became even darker. Tens of thousands of broken swords desperately resisted the strong wind brought by the two giant wings and flew directly in front of the tomb.

The densely packed with ten thousand broken swords formed a semicircular sword formation in front of the tomb. Chen Changsheng stood in the middle of the huge sword formation, which was extremely small in comparison, but he was the soul of this sword formation. His left hand was still holding a yellow paper umbrella and did not retract the sword intent from the ten thousand broken swords, because he knew very well that after experiencing the fierce battle with the beast tide, many swords were almost out of support. If he retracted the sword intent of the mountain at this time, then there was no need for the golden-winged big roll to do anything, and the swords would die.

All he can use now is the sword intent of the Dragon Song Sword. It’s just that hundreds of years have passed. Is the sword intent of this sword still powerful enough? Looking at the golden-winged roc getting closer and closer, he silently felt the pride and intimacy in the Dragon Song Sword. Yes, it was a sense of pride that made him very familiar and even intimate, as if this was what he should have innately.

This inexplicable intimacy made his mind shake violently. Just like when Chessie gets sick, his heart beats more than twice as quickly as the speed of his true energy running in the meridians became countless times faster. His hand holding the hilt of the sword kept trembling, trembling more and more violently, and his whole body trembled.

Even the snow field in his body trembled.

The thick snow that this snow field once carried was the result of his continuous practice of hundreds of nights since the National Education Academy's destiny star. It is the purest star brilliance. It has burned out several times in the Great Court test and dozens of days of battle, but now there is a shallow layer left.

The shallow snow is easy to slack. With the vibration from outside the body, the snow flakes shake out of the field and thrown into the air. When the light reflected by the spherical lake water was reflected, it began to burn violently. The starry snow chips instantly burned into clear water, and then turned into the purest true essence, filling his body, and then flowed forward along the meridians that were dry and even broken like cliffs, and kept moving forward... For Chen Changsheng, this was an extremely painful process, but he did not let out a muffled groan, but just stared at the golden-winged roc that was getting closer and closer to the tomb, and continued to persevere, allowing the vibrations to continue to burn the snow field, and the true essence continued to invade and move forward in his body.

At some point, the true energy finally came to his wrist, and the vibration from the heart met the vibration at the hilt of the sword, and then merged into one and turned into an indescribable fighting spirit.

The Dragon Roar Sword is broken, and the sword intention is not as good as it was back then, but the fighting intention is particularly strong

With this proud and stubborn sword intent, Chen Changsheng held the dragon roar in his hand and stabbed towards the golden-winged roc in the sky.

A clear and distant dragon roar sounded on the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum

An extremely magnificent and bright sword light, with the almost real dragon breath, broke through dozens of miles away, came to the sky, and slashed between the two divine fire-like eyes of the Golden-winged Roc.

Nanke is there...

Compared with the sword light of the Dragon Roaring Sword, she was so small, just a small black dot. But her expression remained unchanged, and she stretched out a finger towards the extremely bright sword light.

Through the connection between the soul wood, she is already one with the Golden-winged Roc. She is the Golden-winged Roc, with a power and spiritual height that is almost in the sacred realm.

She only needed one finger to block the sword light of the Dragon Roar Sword.

Looking from the grassland and the tomb, a strange black air mass appeared between the eyes of the golden-winged roc.

The air mass was at Nanke's fingertips, which was the result of the hedging of two great forces.

The next moment, the black air mass disappeared instantly, and faintly, many tiny cracks appeared in the air, which represented the signs of disintegration of the real space. At the same time, a huge sound rang over the grassland, like a thunder.

The strong wind instantly came from high altitude to the ground, and then went thousands of miles away. All the stubborn grasses in the cliffs of the tomb were pulled out into the sky and blown to somewhere. Even the moss attached to the cliffs at the bottom was peeled off, and even the stones on the surface of the cliffs were a little crisp. The black ocean burning in the grassland produced a huge tide. Under the golden-winged roc-like eyes, at least hundreds of low-level monsters were directly shocked to death, and dozens of swords were shaking in the sword formation in front of the tomb.

Chen Changsheng did not hear the thunder in the sky, did not pay attention to these scenes, staring at the Dragon Roar Sword in his hand, because at that moment, a very slight sound came from the Dragon Roar Sword.

That was the sound of breaking.

The Dragon Roar Sword was broken, and the upper half of the sword fell into the water in front of him, making a slight sound.

This sound was thunder in Chen Changsheng's ears.

A thunder exploded on the stone platform in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum.

In the strong wind, Chen Changsheng's body swept back dozens of feet, and fell heavily on the stone gate, and smoke and dust rose slightly.

His face was pale, blood surged to his throat, but he swallowed it back. He felt all the bones were broken, but he stood up again. Although the Dragon Roar Sword had broken, his fighting spirit was still there. It was just...

Even if the fighting spirit is so violent, even if there are thousands of swords to cheer, isn't it still a match for the Golden-winged Roc?

Chen Changsheng looked at the broken sword and noticed that the broken mouth was neat and smooth, but not new. Then he remembered that when he held the Long Yin Sword, he vaguely saw that there was a line that was faintly visible on the Long Yin Sword's sword.

Now he realized that the thread was a knife mark.

Countless years ago, Chen Xuanba brought this sword to Zhouyuan and was defeated by Zhou Dufu's sword. Although he was dead, he refused to fall. The sword was clearly broken, but he stubbornly refused to let his opponent see it. Until countless years later, the proud sword faced an equally powerful opponent again and finally could not bear it.

He held the broken sword, silently, slowly walked back to the edge of the stone platform again, looking into the dark sky.

The golden-winged roc had somehow needed to merge with Nanke, but it had proved its strength.

Nanke had disappeared and had truly merged with Dapeng. The two divine fires were still holy but violent, looking coldly at him who was small in the tomb, getting closer and closer.

The sky and the earth changed color, the clouds rolled, and thousands of lightning flashes kept lit up like snakes over the tomb.

The Dragon Yin Sword has been broken. Which sword should he use? Shanhai Sword or Zhai Sword? Or does it mean that all the swords come out together?

At this moment, he suddenly felt a heat flow appearing at the tiger's mouth on his right hand.

He had not put down the Dragon Song Sword. This hot stream came from half of the sword body of the Dragon Song Sword. This was the sword intent of the Dragon Song Sword - this proud sword intent, with reluctance, left the sword body of the Dragon Song Sword. In just a moment, only half of the sword was left before but was still proud and stubborn. The extremely bright Dragon Song Sword became dull, as if dead

The sword intent entered Chen Changsheng's body and then entered the short sword beside his waist.

Although his sword heart has been perfect, his sword intent has never been achieved due to his realm cultivation. Therefore, only by borrowing the sword intent of the mountain through the yellow paper umbrella can he control the tide of killing beasts by ten thousand swords. It is precisely because of this that his sword intent and the dagger have never been truly integrated, or in other words, this seemingly ordinary dagger believes that his sword intent is not worthy of him.

Until this moment, the sword intent of the Dragon Roar Sword came.

The dagger was still in the sheath, but it began to buzz slightly.

Chen Changsheng understood the meaning of the Dragon Roar Sword, which is the inheritance.

He was a little sad.

The Dragon Yin Jian passed the sword intent to the Dark Sword, and then died, but the Dark Sword came alive.

Now he can only hope that the Dragon Roar Sword can continue his life, or be proud in this way.

Then, he needs victory.

He gently placed half of the Dragon Roar Sword on the ground, stood up, held the hilt of the short sword and pulled it out.

As he moved, a sun appeared in front of the main entrance of the mausoleum.

The sun rose at the sheath mouth with the body of the dagger, illuminating the dark tombs and grasslands.

There were countless golden rays of light.

It was an extremely bright sword.

An unparalleled breath came to light, shocking all the lives around the tomb.

It's quiet.

The sword intent of the Dragon Roar Sword and the short sword perfectly merged together, just like the feeling when Chen Changsheng held the sword before, as if he was born to be together, but that was not enough.

The soul of this sword has not yet woken up.
Chapter completed!