From Leng Palace Princess Gou Cheng Martial Dao Supreme

Chapter 10 Famous Sword: Daxia Dragon Sparrow
"My lord!?"

Hearing that subtle call, Jiang Zirou's heart skipped a beat.

But after a while.

It was only then that Jiang Zirou realized that the subtle calling sound did not seem to be made by humans.

"Could it be that some kind of spiritual weapon fails..."

in the legend.

After some magical weapons are bathed in the blood of powerful enemies and collect the essence of heaven and earth, by chance, subtle intelligence can be born in them.

Such a weapon.

It is the magical weapon that countless martial arts experts dream of. Not only is it extremely sharp, but also the power that it unleashes when the mind is united is far beyond what ordinary weapons can compare with.

Jiang Zirou practiced the supernatural power of controlling the sword.

I have been thinking about a sword in my heart for a long time.

After making some guesses now, the little girl couldn't bear it any longer.

"There is a baby... go and have a look!"

Seeing no one around.

Jiang Zirou flickered, and the gate blocked by the black iron chains was nothing to her. The next moment, the slender figure of the girl appeared in the imperial tomb.

Enter the tall and deep imperial tomb.

Among the high walls on both sides, a few candles were burning slowly, emitting a pale green light.

Jiang Zirou held the candlestick.

Gently rotating, suddenly, a rough friction sound came from the depths of the imperial mausoleum.

A bottomless passage appeared in front of Jiang Zirou.

Yi Gao people are bold.

Jiang Zirou flicked her dress and stepped into it.

With the air rushing in.

On both sides of the corridor, kerosene lamps were lit one by one.

There was no poison gas from the mechanism, Jiang Zirou was on guard and walked to the end smoothly.

It was a bronze gate.

Thick, thick, carved with dragons and painted with phoenixes, it looks as heavy as ten thousand catties.

However, the door was punched open by someone.

Broken pieces of copper were inserted into the walls on both sides, and countless cracks spread, causing small cracks in the entire underground palace.

"What a fierce man!"

Jiang Zirou gasped.

This punch was struck from the inside to the outside, smashing the ten thousand jin thick bronze gate, obviously it was the old prince's handwriting.

Take off an oil lamp from the wall on both sides.

Jiang Zirou followed the cracks and entered the depths of the imperial tomb.

Dim oil lamp.

There was a strange smell of blood.

Jiang Zirou stepped into it.

Haven't taken two steps yet.

A blood-colored human head covered with gray-white hair and staring blank eyes suddenly appeared in front of her.

……

"Not reconciled!"

"I can't die!"

"The unworthy descendant Jiang Lie is ashamed of his ancestors!"

"If there is a Taiwu real body, why would I, Jiang Lie, be here!"

"New world, never going back."

"People of Great Xia... I can no longer protect you..."

……

The shattered limbs, the strong smell of blood, and the big bloody characters on the surrounding walls constituted everything Jiang Zirou saw.

She gasped.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Carrying an oil lamp.

Looking at the blood writing on the wall, Jiang Zirou's eyes also showed a hint of admiration.

In the last moments of life.

What the old prince can't let go of is still the tens of millions of people in Daxia.

"The name of God of War is well-deserved."

Reach out and close the old man's eyes.

After holding back the old prince's body, Jiang Zirou bowed and paid homage to his blood-related uncle.

Jiang Lie's body sat cross-legged on the ground.

The originally tall body was only left with a layer of skin covered with age spots drooping on the thick skeleton, the majestic god of war, reduced to this point, it is embarrassing.

He put his left hand in front of him, and held a long knife in his right.

The call just now came from this long knife.

"Famous Sword Daxia Dragon Sparrow"

Jiang Zirou took a deep breath.

This is a precious sword that has been passed down from the founding of Daxia thousands of years ago.

In the past few decades, the old prince fought south and north, and there were many martial arts masters in the world, but no one dared to disobey him. Apart from his own cultivation that was close to the level of a great master, part of it was the sword in his hand. Great summer sparrow.

But now.

The old prince has passed away, but this precious sword has produced a little wisdom.

Come to the old prince.

Jiang Zirou held the big summer dragon bird, and the cold and sharp touch spread into his hand.

Jiang Zirou tried hard to take off the treasured knife.

But he found that the old prince's palm was so powerful, and at the same time, there was a sense of resistance coming from Daxia Longque's blade.

Jiang Zirou thought for a while.

Already understand the problem.

"You also want to protect Daxia, right...I promise you, if Daxia is in danger, within the scope of my ability, I will make a move for Daxia."

She murmured in a low voice, her palms were pressed hard, and her delicate knuckles were cut open by the blade.

The blood flowing from the blood of the Daxia royal family gushed out of it and seeped into the blade.

The big summer sparrow uttered a soft cry.

The old prince's raised head suddenly dropped, and he let go of his palms.

……

South, Lake of the Dead.

In the ancient building full of will-o'-the-wisps.

A white candle was burning slowly, and a gust of wind blew through the window, making a continuous humming sound.

Several assassins gathered together as usual.

One of them was pale, and his blood-colored pupils were full of hostility. One of his arms was covered with a thick bandage, but blood continued to seep from it.

"Tiansha...how did you get hurt so badly!? Did you meet the old prince?"

The crowd was amazed.

"Hehe... If I meet the old prince, will I still come back alive?"

"Then who hurt you so badly? What useful news did you get from the Great Xia Palace?"

Sitting on the main seat, the skeleton-like old man asked anxiously.

"One good news, one bad news."

"The good news is that although it is not certain, the old prince probably has really fallen."

"The bad news is that the wound on my body was injured by a little girl in the palace... Hehe, if we don't act quickly, I am afraid that in a few years, there will be another invincible old prince in the Great Xia Dynasty. exists."

"Battered by a little girl? Are you kidding me?"

"Then do you think I'm a very humorous person?"

Tian Sha raised his eyes to look at the man, and seeing that he no longer dared to say more, he smiled sinisterly.

"I've always had a good sense of humor when I kill."

"How old is that girl, and how is her cultivation?"

asked the ghostly old man.

"From the outside, she is about twelve or thirteen years old. She is very immature, but she doesn't know how to cultivate. Both her cultivation base and physical strength are higher than mine. I slapped her with her. This arm almost was abolished."

Tian Sha restrained the nervous smile on his face, and replied seriously.

There was another gasp in the dead man's lake.

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