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Chapter 890 Deduce the battle 800 years ago(1/2)

Penghai.

A flying sword pierced through the heaven and earth.

The flying sword cuts through the clouds.

Falling straight towards the volcanic island.

It was inserted on the bluestone square outside the cave on the top of the volcanic island.

The gate to the cave was slowly opened.

Zhu Riming stepped onto the square.

Raise your hand and move.

This milky white flying sword has already arrived.

Buzz!

Get the flying sword.

The sword body emitted a dragon roar.

Above the milky white sword body, a dragon phantom circled on it.

"Senior Brother Feng is really amazing. He actually mastered a ninth-level magic weapon flying sword." Zhu Riming said while stroking the fitness.

This flying sword.

The main material is the remains of the Ice Wind Dragon from the God Transformation Stage, while the rest of the materials are configured in Tianjian Mountain and are refined by the Zhenjun of Lijian.

The flying sword has two attributes: Ice Wind, so Zhu Riming simply called it the Ice Wind Sword.

Zhu Riming took the Ice Wind Sword, returned to the cave and began to refine it into his natal flying sword.

About a month later.

Zhu Riming turned into a milky white sword thread and left the retreating cave.

On a nameless island in Penghai, Zhu Zishan has been sitting cross-legged for a long time.

Zhu Zishan and Zhu Riming sat on two hills, looking at each other.

After a long time.

Zhu Zishan opened his mouth and spit out a light golden round demon pill.

Once the demon pill comes out.

The calm sea suddenly surging.

The demon pill slowly approached Zhu Riming. Zhu Riming melted quickly like a candle, and finally turned into a pool of liquid.

Zhu Zishan tore off all the clothes on his body, and he stood naked on the pool of metal liquid.

The metal liquid seemed to be absorbed by Zhu Zishan.

Reduce slowly...

I don’t know how long it took, all the metal liquid on the ground disappeared.

Zhu Zishan was swept up to the sky by a strong wind.

The next day.

Afternoon.

Tianjian Mountain.

Zhu Zishan, who was united with his clone, came to Feng Zhuyu.

"Thank you, senior brother, for giving the sword." Zhu Zishan thanked him with his fists.

"Why are you here?" Feng Zhuyu asked with confusion.

"There are two things for junior brother to come to Tianjian Mountain this time. The first is to thank the senior brother for refining this natal flying sword for me."

"Tell me the second thing quickly." Feng Zhuyu quickly interrupted and said.

"The second thing is to ask my senior brother for a message, was there a human god-transforming sword cultivator who fell in the territory of the Xichuan Demon Clan eight hundred years ago?"

"There is indeed such a person." Feng Zhuyu replied with a deep thought.

"I dare to ask what the senior's name is?"

"Golden Demon Lord."

"Demonic Sword Cultivator?"

"What kind of demonic path is the right path, all of my human sword cultivators." Obviously, in the eyes of the true king of Li Jian, there is no distinction between good and evil, only the difference between humans and demons.

"Dare you ask how the magical passage method of the Golden Demon Lord is?"

"What do you ask about this?"

"To be honest with my senior brother, the Golden Demon Lord fell in the hand of a great demon with the bloodline of the five-color peacock eight hundred years ago. I want to speculate on the magical powers of the five-color peacock through the Golden Demon Lord."

"You want to deal with that five-colored peacock?"

"Know yourself and your enemy and you will win every battle."

"The Jinsha Demon Lord practices special skills. When practicing, you need to collect the evil of hardware and integrate it into your body. The person's face is light and his body is more than a hundred times stronger than that of ordinary sword cultivators..."

"It is rumored that the Golden Demon Lord and his natal flying sword have merged into one, or he has cultivated his magic body into a natal flying sword..."

"A man is a sword?" Zhu Zishan asked in surprise.

"Man is a sword, sword is a man. The Golden Demon Lord does not exist in the Qianli sword, because he himself is a sword." The True Lord of Li Jian said with narrowed eyes.

"I am a sword, wouldn't I touch my head with someone else's magic weapon?"

"It's true, but the Golden Demon Lord and Tong's sword cultivator also have their own tactics when fighting. He relies on the Golden Demon Sword Qi..."

"Each golden sword energy can form a split shadow sword, and each split shadow sword is almost no different from his body..."

"The Spectrum Shadow Sword is not only extremely powerful, but also not afraid of loss..."

"The sword cultivator of the same level cannot find his body, and he will only be divided into shadow swords, ten thousand swords, and no corpse remains."

"This is indeed amazing." Zhu Zishan sighed.

"What kind of magical power did the five-colored peacock use to deal with the Golden Demon Lord?" asked the True Lord of Li Jian.

"The natal magical power of the five-color peacock is called the five-color divine light. The five-color divine light has both the attributes of the five elements. The divine light can make the magic weapon of the cultivator dim and lose its spirituality at the first stroke." Zhu Zishan said truthfully.

"No wonder... this is very restraining the Golden Demon Lord, and he is not wronged to die."

"What a pity... Such a swordsman, his own "Golden Sword Art" was not passed down to the world, and it has become a terrifying sound from now on." The true master of Li Jian sighed.

"Since the Golden Demon Lord has united the sword, then if he wants to escape, no one can stop him." Zhu Zishan said after thinking for a moment.

"The sword cultivator is brave enough to move forward, rather than seeking in a straight line, how can he just think of running away?"

"Senior brother misunderstood. What I mean is that since the Golden Demon Lord knows the power of the Five-Colored Divine Light, he still has to choose to fight to the death in Wanjue Mountain, he must be somewhat sure. Moreover, I have surveyed in Wanjue Mountain. Although the traces of that year have long been wiped out after 800 years, there is a new monster called the Five-Colored Golden Phoenix in Wanjue Mountain..."

"Let the blood of the five-color peacock fall on the mountain and be absorbed by plants and plants. The grass seeds are eaten by ordinary chickens, and the chicken turns into the five-color pheasant..."

"This shows that 800 years ago, the five-colored peacock definitely shed a lot of blood, and he must have been seriously injured." Zhu Zishan said in a confident tone.

Hearing...

The true master of Li Jian was silent for a long time, and then suddenly said: "The King of Golden Demons may not have fallen..."

“Why do you say that?”

"The Divine Sword of the Wild Sword!" Zhenjun Li Jian narrowed his eyes and said a great sword cultivator's magical power.

Once the sword cultivator's magic weapon, the flying sword, enters the monster's body, it can flow into the monster's meridians. As long as the monster's magic power or thick skin is penetrated by the human sword cultivator with the magic weapon, the flying sword, can almost be said to be dead.

"It's impossible... If the Golden Demon Lord had entered the body of the five-colored peacock, he would have dismembered it."

"You didn't say that the five-colored divine light can make the magic weapon dim and lose all your spirituality..."

800 years ago.

Above Wanjue Mountain.

A five-colored peacock cried loudly.

The loud cry made the clouds in the sky spread out.

Suddenly.

The golden flying swords in the sky were like rainstorms, almost covering the entire sky.

Let the whole sky darken.

Five-colored peacock spreads its bright feathers.

The five-colored divine light swept out, and countless golden flying swords transformed by the Golden Demon Lord used the Split Shadow Sword to expose the five-colored divine lights to be wiped out by the five-colored divine lights.

With the sound of swords that resounded through the world...

Countless golden flying swords in the sky began to spin around the five-colored peacock.
To be continued...
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