Chapter 1535 (1/2)

Lingxiao has a sword in his hand.

A purple sword.

On the blade, there is a purple aura of king.

”Why does that sword look so familiar?”

In the crowd, a lot of people muttered to themselves.

”Yes! That's the sword that Wang Yisheng wore in ancient books! Later generations call it the sword of the king

Many people have looked back, searching their minds for knowledge from books before.

One by one, they marvel.

How can Lingxiao get the king's sword? Is he really the descendant of RenWang?

Lingxiao will not answer them.

He just slowly pointed the tip of the sword at kumako Zhiyan and said coldly, ”this is a king's sword. If you can die under its blade, you should be at ease.”

No intention to kill!

No destruction!

Pure to the extreme of the king's spirit, landed in the killing dragon forest every place.

Those who kneel on the ground, not only did not stand up, but more devout.

”Old master, I have lived so long and I haven't seen Wang Zhijian before. In order to make you die at ease, I'll send you away with this sword.

By the way, only frogs in the well think that they have cards. Others are idiots.

The dark world is very big, and there are many strong ones. Unfortunately, you don't have a chance to see it again. ”

Lingxiao's voice is not big, however, every word is full of strong king's breath, which makes people have to listen.

In the worship of countless people, the sky moved, holding the sword of the king, and killed jiumo Zhiyan with the spirit of a great king.

The breath of magic sword trembled.

”Impossible, my magic sword. How can I fear you, a little doll?”

He murmured to himself, and then his face became more crazy, and the huge magic sword also cut down toward the sky.

Since it is impossible to suppress Lingxiao in momentum, it is simply to use strength to destroy Lingxiao.

The terrible sword is like a magic light that cuts open the world.

However, at this time, it did not have the kind of shivering feeling before.

Because the king's spirit on the other side is too strong. That kind of noble and righteous spirit steadily suppresses this evil spirit.

”Lose!”

Between the heaven and the earth, there is only the majestic voice.

Like Wang Fu Sheng, he wanted to take this metaphysical realm as his own rule.

”Boom

”Click

The huge magic sword was blocked by the king's sword, and then the terrible roar exploded in the sky.

The noble and righteous spirit of the sword of man and king, and the power of the king, began to suppress and consume the evil spirit and the meaning of death sword.

It was as if the sword was shaking.

”What!”

He looked at the scene in astonishment.

The ancestor of black crow empire in his body could not understand how his magic sword could be lost to the sword in the hands of this imp.

Is it really Wang Fusheng?

Otherwise, how can such a strong kingly spirit be released?

On his face, there was an incredible expression and an unacceptable fear.

He resurrected by magic sword and controlled the body of his offspring. He thought that he could use this body to re-enter the metaphysical world and dominate the metaphysical world.

Now, however, everything seems to be in vain.

He couldn't even kill the arrogant boy in front of him.

His magic sword should have been irresistible. It should have made the sky tremble and completely lose its fighting power.

But at this moment, the person who was frightened was not Lingxiao, but he.

Such a sword full of noble righteousness, the boundless breath of king and the terrible pressure should never appear on a warrior in the cave.