v3 Chapter 926： Dont need me to do it at all (2/2)
”What.” The face on the back of the chair frowned.
He looked intently, but saw that the young man had a peach sword in his hand.
The line ”Sword Coming” has been spoken countless times by Wang Ling, but now it is a bit lacking.
A good summer vacation, a series of troubles hit him, this divine world, a bit unclean.
He didn't care what the origin of the royal chair was.
In this world, apart from Juan Ma's dishes and Chen Chao's mouth, there is nothing that can make Wang Ling feel a trembling in his heart. This is the pressure released by the royal chair from the real **** world, and it does not let Wang Makes you feel the slightest timid.
The king's chair stopped working, because he noticed a strangeness in the young boy's calm posture ...
On the back of the chair, the chair's face was dignified, and his gaze was fixed on the boy in front of him.
Only saw the boy slowly walk to the golden pillar of the palace and sit down slowly. He rested one arm on his knee, leaned against the pillar, and sighed softly.
”This sitting position ...” At this moment, the king chair was startled.
He actually saw a familiar figure from this sitting position.
impossible……
This person is gone!
On the back of the chair, the chair's face kept changing ~~ He stared at the boy with his godly eyes that could see through him, but he saw that the boy's past life and future were nothing, and he couldn't peep at all.
Wang Ling smiled.
He knew the king chair was watching himself.
But ah, his past and future are not even clear to him, let alone this broken chair.
”It's time to end.” Wang Ling turned his gaze to the king's chair, at which time the king's chair had no such arrogance as before.
There was a very dangerous feeling lingering in the heart of this royal chair.
Wang Ling gently threw the peach sword in his hand into the void, and the peach sword released a strong divine power!
”The power of Shinto ...” The king chair revealed an incredible God: ”You passed the power of Shinto to your sword spirit?”
”Do not.”
Wang Ling shook his head, his voice coldly echoing in the void: ”It's just a make-up lesson.”
Wang Chair: ”Make up ????”
Wang Ling: ”I can learn, my sword spirit, naturally I can also learn.”
In fact, just a few moments after the King Ling summoned Jing Ke, cut off the **** light, and sat down, the make-up lesson was completed.
Now Wang Ling throws Jing Ke into the void, in order to make Jing Ke resonate with the white sheath.
When the sword body and scabbard approach, the memory between them will be merged into one! The power of Shinto has become two!
”So, I don't need to do it at all.” Wang Ling stared at the king's chair, his expression was ancient.
At this time, the white sheath that understood Wang Ling's meaning had been transformed into a scabbard for the first time.
On the contrary, Jing Ke was a little hesitant in the void ... he had never entered the scabbard, but he was a bit shy for a while, and the sword glowed red ...
White sheath was a little impatient: ”Don't talk nonsense! Come in!”
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