Chapter 98: Thousands of Palace Lanterns
Gray-white stone chips fell as the sword blade swung and chopped, and the blade was constantly broken and re-condensed again and again, which made people think of the ancient oriental word "unyielding".
Her breathing became increasingly rapid, and the sweat on her forehead and hair stuck together. Heshia once again avoided the giant palm that was slapping down quickly, and at the same time kicked on the blue-red arm, her body tilted back and flew, and the sword in her hand drew a crescent-like arc of light in the air, directly cutting off the already broken golden-red ribbon.
After that, the gold covering the god's body seemed to gradually dim and return to a dull earthy yellow color. At the same time, Heshia leaped again, and the long sword in her hand turned with her body, and the flying hair and skirt formed a short and gorgeous vortex circle in the air.
Zizi -
the long sword was inserted into the huge bronze eyeball, exploding with zizi electric light and debris. After discarding the long sword, Heshia retreated rapidly, and the huge god general slowly fell like a rotten rock, hitting the ground heavily, paralyzed and damaged. In
this way, it should be enough. Although there is AI provided by the academy, it is still necessary to show enough strength to persuade the other party, otherwise it will be like a child carrying gold through the market, and the adults will only take the benefits and not care about your thoughts.
She quietly floated in the air, holding a sword in one hand, the sword body hanging down along the snow-white sleeves, looking at the silent masked man below.
"Hehe... Hehehe... Hahahaha, are you laughing at me!?" He pressed his forehead with one hand, his voice distorted, and then became gnashing his teeth.
If the girl in front of him begged in a coquettish and weak way, he might be soft-hearted, but she was so stubborn that Gu Qianlou felt ashamed, as if his behavior had always been as ridiculous as a clown.
Look, Gu Yongrong's daughter, only 20 years after she went out, she can easily destroy what you are proud of. What is the meaning of your persistence all these years? What's the value of the trouble you made back then, which not only destroyed the reputation of Jielou City, but also sacrificed your sister?
Killing is better than destroying the heart. Maybe Heshia just wants Gu Qianlou to realize that the status quo can no longer continue, but what she doesn't know is that not everyone is so easy to accept other people's advice. In the eyes of some stubborn and conservative people, this is a challenge to his authority, overthrowing everything he has, and humiliating him.
"Very good, you want to prove that you are right, right? Then I will help you." He no longer watched the battle on the spot, but jumped up directly, the wide black robe dancing in the air, and then the golden mask instantly changed between the sleeves, becoming a flame-like red.
The red sword light suddenly pulled out from the scabbard and connected with Heshia in the sky. The magic power bursting from the crimson blade directly knocked the girl away, and the heat contained in it spread like a fire poison, making Heshia feel suffocated.
Just as the blue light in her eyes flowed and the burning heat on her body was instantly extinguished, Gu Qianlou, who was suddenly attacking from the opposite side, changed again. The fiery red mask became a yellow background with white patterns, and the long sword in his hand also flew out, forming a complex magic pattern in the sky.
In this complex pattern of bright yellow like a circuit board, the long sword was suspended in the middle, and layers of light spots continued to converge on the sword body, forming layers of special effects.
Penetration·Splitting Gold·Piercing Magic·Extreme Speed
"Jielou Secret·Instant Killing Formation!"
Like a bright yellow laser suddenly lit up, the sword blade stabbed out instantly, almost reaching the limit of vision, and directly pierced Heshia in the air.
Looking at the bloodstained girl falling from the sky, everyone present opened their mouths, as if they wanted to say a lot, but at this moment they had no way to speak. Whether it was the sword protectors or the generals, they all felt a little disappointed and sad.
No matter what, the girl was also Gu Yongrong's daughter, the closest person to Gu Qianlou at present, and one of the hopes for the future of Jielou City. If she fell like this.
The golden sword blade pierced through Heshiya and turned again, falling into Gu Qianlou's hands. The mask on his face changed again, turning into a blue-green color. At this moment, he also rushed towards the falling girl quickly, as if he wanted to catch her.
However, a swirling snow-colored knife light stopped him in the middle, and Feng Jianxue blocked him.
"Ahem..." Heshiya half-knelt on the ground, covering her right shoulder with a blood-red gap, and her body trembled.
Gu Qianlou finally showed some mercy and did not hit her directly in the chest.
The sword guards in the distance came quickly and protected the seriously injured girl. At this time, Ge Lianfeng looked around and saw the ancestral temple that was close by. He suddenly made up his mind.
"Send your highness to the ancestral temple. It will be safer there and we can deploy defenses better."
"Yes."
The sword guards surrounded Heshia and supported her to the front. The ancestral temple that had been sealed for many years, although it was just an ancient two-story building, it was built with the highest standard of protective materials and security measures, so it was particularly solid.
Whether it was a god general or a sword guard, they were all direct descendants of Jielou City. It was easy for them to open the ancestral temple, but once they entered and activated the protective measures, it would not be easy for outsiders to come in again.
Half a minute later, Heshia felt the wound on half of her shoulder slowly healed. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief and look around.
The decoration of the ancestral hall is not gorgeous, and it can even be said to be solemn and simple. There are statues standing on both sides of the hall, all of which are covered with a layer of dust, and the original blue and red paint is also dull. According to the meaning of these statues in mythology, they are probably the sun, moon, stars, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and gods from all directions.
Along the central axis of the hall, there are two magnificent statues. They are on the left and right, and their heads directly touch the beams of the hall. In the middle of the two statues, there is a hollow carving of a phoenix, and an incense burner is placed below. When the incense burner is lit, the smoke from the furnace curls up, and you can vaguely see the phoenix flying.
However, the most attractive thing in this hall is the ancient sword placed horizontally behind the incense burner. It is wrapped in a scabbard that looks like stone, with green silk wrapped around the hilt, and a lotus petal carving at the end.
No technological creations are used in the entire hall, probably to maintain the original flavor of the ancient style, with a sense of silence and distance.
After entering the hall, everyone became much quieter. Out of respect for their ancestors and heritage, no one was making loud noises.
After standing up a little, Heshia looked at the sword lying horizontally in the distance, and seemed to be able to "hear" a strange melody. It was not a song, but more like the lingering fragrance of some historical sedimentation.
Is this the fate that her mother had to inherit back then... She shook her head and walked up the steps step by step.
Everyone watched this scene, and the already low conversations also quieted down in an instant. They lined up neatly and watched Heshia walk step by step to the end of the steps until her wrist, as white as the moon, passed over the incense burner and her fingers gently touched the scabbard.
The dust fell one by one, and the scabbard was held in the girl's hand. She grasped the hilt of the sword, and a sense of blood intimacy emerged, and then she slowly pulled it out.
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Outside, above the open space, Feng Jianxue and Gu Qianlou's battle became more and more intense, but Feng Jianxue soon fell into a disadvantage and complained bitterly.
This guy is not normal. He is definitely not as strong as a normal Sequence 6. He must have used some evil means. He absolutely does not admit that his skills are inferior to others. After all, he is also a top student who graduated from a famous federal school, and he has a unique family skill. How can he be inferior to this "native" underground.
No matter what, he has done his duty. It seems that the other side will not do anything to this little girl Heshiya. If it doesn't work, he can find helpers to rescue her after a while.
After thinking about this clearly, Feng Jianxue prepared to run away. He is not a rigid and face-saving person.
"It's not suitable to fight for a long time today. We will meet again later!" After saying that, his blade flew and swept across a piece of white light, and then his figure quickly swept up, leaping like a great owl, rushing into the layers of red flags on the dome, and disappeared without a trace.
"Humph."
After driving away the fly that came from nowhere, Feng Jianxue, Gu Qianlou rushed straight to the ancestral hall below, and kicked the front door to pieces with just one foot, and saw the situation in the hall.
Heshiya slowly pulled out the sword, but the scene inside disappointed everyone present. There was only half of the broken sword body behind the hilt, and when the scabbard was turned upside down, several pieces of broken sword blades fell out of it.
The magic sword that inherited the classics and secrets in the past has long been damaged over the years.
"Do you think we didn't think about revival in the past? This is reality." Gu Qianlou looked at the ancient sword in Heshiya's hand and said coldly.
He had pulled out this sword when he was very young, but the result was very disappointing, so he resolutely chose to inherit the secret skills of another lineage, and handed over the sword guard lineage to his sister.
"Yes, it's a pity." Heshia leaned over and carefully picked up the fragments one by one.
Seeing that she was still so "disobedient", Gu Qianlou was furious, and the sword in his hand swept across, sweeping away the sword guard beside him, and rushed straight to the girl in the hall.
Facing Gu Qianlou who was rushing towards her, Heshia closed her eyes slightly, slowly opened her hands, and in front of her, the broken sword blade, the fragments slowly floated up and suddenly bloomed with a bright green light. Countless
air currents overflowed from the gap of the broken sword, and the surging and vast magic power directly lifted the statues in the hall, and then both the windows and the doors shot out a verdant green light.
"This is..."
The fierce wind kept blowing, and the whole ancestral hall was shaking, until the chaotic airflow inside finally lifted the roof. Among the broken bricks and tiles, the girl with long black hair stood alone, her eyes slightly closed, and the ancient sword fragments beside her slowly rose with her. In the surprised and shocked eyes of everyone, the fragments of the sword blade returned to the correct position one by one and spliced into a complete sword body.
Gu Qianlou tried to get closer to the floating Heshia in the sky again in the strong wind, but as he approached, the strong wind pressure became stronger and stronger, making him slower and slower.
Until finally, when the gradually complete ancient sword floated above the girl's head, she raised her hands, one hand holding the hilt, and the other hand stroking the broken sword body...
The gap on the sword body burst into a dazzling green light, sweeping across the dim underground, and its brilliant light reflected the entire core area, whether it was the two warring parties in the forbidden city, the residents of the core area, or the people in other places in Jielou City who were nervously guarding the monitors.
In the dazzling light, the part that had disappeared slowly reappeared and reassembled into a complete and flawless sword.
Qingluan Crying·Ink-washing Sword
When the sword slowly emerged from the emerald light, the phantom of the phoenix soared and danced around it, and the sound of its cry resounded through the ground.
Finally, the light faded, and the girl was seen holding the sword in the air, with her hilt wrapped in green hair, and the sword body was clear and transparent, like crystal. In the transparent sword body, there was smoke and ink, like a phoenix dancing, extremely beautiful.
This sword was not used for killing, but a ritual vessel for sacrifice, symbolizing the inheritance of Qinglian Xijian Palace, which meant to cleanse the worldly vanity and make the mind clear and pure.
Holding this sword, Heshia continuously obtained many records of secret arts from the past. Whether it was everything in the ancient land of Shenzhou, the hesitation of entering the Star Sea Era, or the sorrow of avoiding wars in later generations, they all came into mind one by one, making people sigh at the changes in time.
The scenes of the old days made people nostalgic, but the train of the times kept moving forward, and everything gradually changed. There was no need for the knights who traveled around the world, no longer needed to climb the green mountains alone to gain the recognition of the sect, no longer needed to stay alone in the mountains for decades to learn the superior and complete swordsmanship, no longer had the so-called demons and monsters that needed to be suppressed and eliminated by the masters, and no longer had people who regarded each other as brothers and sisters for the so-called factions and supported each other.
The decline of the various sects in the past was not only because the so-called secret arts were lost, but more because, in this Galaxy Era, the sects of the past were no longer needed, and no longer adapted to this complex and changing era.
Where is the way out?
With a long sigh, Tilan slowly opened her eyes and looked down at the ancient and deserted palace buildings below. She swung the sword in her hand, and a breeze blew through the ground. Bright yellow dots of light emerged from the void. The magic power condensed from these Aigeka particles was like a bright lamp floating in the air, illuminating the dark underground.
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