Sword type?
Even though Tang Zhao was distracted, he couldn't help but be excited when he heard this keyword and looked up.
Sky……
There is nothing in the sky.
He turned his eyes and saw that everyone was staring down at one place, so he stared at them too.
It's a crack, a crack that has been bridged, and now there are small wrinkles.
From the folds, pieces of sword seeds are spurting out.
The sword species is not sparkling and eye-catching like stars. On the contrary, it is as void as broken space. Only the light that passes through is slightly distorted and can be observed carefully.
Therefore, it is not bright in the night sky, but may be detected during the day.
It's only a small possibility.
But at this time, when a large piece of sword seed spurted out, it was extremely dazzling.
After the cracks were closed, the closed folds stood out, as if there was a rainbow-like color.
These lights are like the sun shining around, and the sword seeds that spurt out are stars that reflect the sunlight. When stacked together, it gives the feeling of bright stars.
Even though Tang Zhao was at a loss now, he couldn't help but feel shocked when he saw so many sword types flying out.
Ever since he was assassinated by the white-haired swordsman and cheated to save the day, he has never obtained a sword species again. The next time he saw a sword species, it was Xue Xianyun's collection. However, Xue Xianyun collected a wall full of hollow materials, among which there were still only a handful of sword types.
Xue Xianyun also needs to make careful calculations when forging swords, even considering them for several years, because swords are precious and cannot be wasted casually.
For Tang Zhao, these sword types all belong to Xue Xianyun. He has only been addicted to them, and it is not easy to practice with them. In essence, they have nothing to do with him.
For so many years, all he had was the sword type that entered his body. Also, the Jubao Sword he met on the way to Jianzhou is also in his hand, and he has not dealt with it specially. If he is determined to destroy it, he can dismantle a sword species. There is no more.
This is not because he is unlucky or does not work hard to collect, it is really that swords are rare in the world, and swords are also rare.
A sword can lead to the birth of a swordsman. Even if the swordsman dies, the sword can be passed down and can still support a sect. As a swordsman, if you pass on your swordsmanship and swordsmanship experience, it will be easier for future generations to use the same sword.
Therefore, in the human world, swords are generally passed down from generation to generation intact. At most, they can be washed by a swordsmith, and they will not be dismantled and recast to restore the original state of the sword.
And there are very few new sword types in the world. When they are discovered, they often go around in circles, and eventually they are taken away and monopolized by big forces.
This is also the reason why there are so few swordsmiths in the world. There are too few sword types, and swordsmiths have no chance to practice their skills. Especially for small swordsmith sects, a swordsmith can only get a handful of sword types in his lifetime. How can he grow? Not to mention training apprentices.
However, on the front line, Tang Zhao saw a large number of swords erupting.
How much is this?
Ten? a hundred?
Anyway, it’s an amount he couldn’t even imagine!
Dots of sword seeds exploded in front of Tang Zhao's eyes, more dazzling than gold, making his eyes full of stars.
Tang Zhao is a relatively restrained person, but he is not a stoic person. He doesn't seem greedy just because there are many things he doesn't want, or he can get them easily, which makes them not precious. Once he meets what he really wants, He has to fight for what he wants and what he can't get.
As for the sword species, he has always wanted it, but has always lacked it.
Without a sword type, what kind of swordsmith is he?
He also has friends who need swords.
This is your chance!
Moreover, the explosion point of the sword species was very close to him. He didn't even need to take a step before part of the exploding sword species had already hit him.
"Sword species! Sword species!"
At this time, noisy human voices rang in his ears, some shouting, some crying and laughing, everyone was excited, and it was completely different from the killing sound on the battlefield just now.
Tang Zhao understood immediately: not only was he shocked when he saw this scene, but the swordsmen who had been on the front line for a long time were also shocked.
Come to think of it, even if they have been in Moyun City for several years, they don't often see scenes like this. Even before they arrived, they didn't expect to encounter such an outburst at the end of the tide.
The swordsmen who were still full of momentum just now and focused on besieging Shura were also confused. Countless people put down the demons at hand and rushed towards the sword seeds, erupting at a speed that seemed like a life and death battle.
They are coming, then I...
Tang Zhao's heart moved, and the sword elephant turned accordingly, and a ray of light flashed in front of him.
Speed of light!
His sword elephant is originally a ray of light, which can be directly transferred to the sword technique - the speed of light. The characteristics of the swordsmanship of the speed of light are firstly fast and secondly concealment.
Yes, covert.
At night, his light is extremely dazzling, perfect for showing his holiness in front of people. But during the day, especially now when the daylight is bright, his light is blended into the sunlight, making it almost indistinguishable. So when he used the speed of light to transfer the flying sword species, he was also invisible and unnoticed.
Of course, he also knew not to go too far. He would not touch those sword types that were gathered together and were refracted by the light, exuding starlight, and very dazzling. The swords he chose were all flying alone, far away from the light source, and almost unable to reflect light. Because his inspiration was high enough and the distance was close enough, he could sense them and grab them more concealedly.
One...two...
The joy of harvest and the secret satisfaction that no one knew made him concentrate at this moment.
At this moment, someone shouted loudly: "Everyone, stop, don't mess up the formation, Shura is not dead yet!"
It seemed to be Li Yijian's voice.
The noise in the ears quieted down a little, but then became chaotic again. It was obvious that Li Yijian's words were not enough to overwhelm everyone's greed.
I heard Cui Yinsheng's voice ringing from above my head. His voice was loud and clear, and he said: "In the name of the acting lord of Moyun City and the deputy governor of Yunzhou, I would like to inform you all that anyone who fights against the demons on the battlefield at this time will at least receive a reward after the war." One type of sword! The other types of swords and other trophies will be distributed among the people according to merit. I guarantee it with my reputation, openness and fairness, and no partiality! Anyone who leaves the battlefield without authorization at this time will disturb the morale of the army and harm our overall situation! They are all deserters. Talk about it, I will punish him immediately!"
The scene suddenly became quiet.
Cui Yinsheng has led Moyun City for many years and has a high prestige. Although everyone is still reluctant to leave, they have stopped rushing. Tang Zhao also retracted his hand and stopped secretly collecting the sword seeds.
He has collected six at this time, which is enough. The swords can be made for many years. Asking for more is just greed. Although he could take more credit based on merit, whether it was openly or covertly, he still restrained himself.
At this time, Cui Yinsheng said: "Xiaotang, please organize the formation again. Bring back the situation."
Tang Zhao looked back and saw that Pixiu jumped over from across the sea of clouds, and Cui Yinsheng was still holding down the stage. He hurriedly crossed his hands and said: "Follow the general's order."
At this time, the field was already in chaos. Those Shura took advantage of the chaos just now to fight back, and some fled. There were even two or three swordsmen who fell under the counterattack, not knowing whether to live or die. The three-person team siege and multi-person focused attack formation that Tang Zhao had just constructed was completely in disarray.
At this time, everyone was rushing to the battlefield following Cui Yinsheng's instructions. Tang Zhao hurriedly mobilized at the speed of light to get everyone back to their positions quickly. Everyone got used to his mobilization and returned to the battlefield instantly to fight in time. Li Yijian led several mobile swordsmen to attack in a focused manner, and attacked and strangled the Shura one by one.
The battle has finally settled.
Tang Zhao looked at the gradually quiet battlefield, and his mind gradually calmed down. Because it was too quiet, the excitement just dissipated, and the confusion as if he had lost his crutch quietly came again.
My mind gradually began to tear apart again.
"What happened just now?"
Pixiu Jian asked suddenly behind him.
Tang Zhao turned his head, his face expressionless, and said, "What?"
Pixiu Jian said: "Shura was about to break through the boundary just now, why did the crack suddenly disappear? Where did this miracle come from?"
Tang Zhao said slowly: "Since it is a miracle, how could a mortal know about it?"
The Pixiu Sword paused for a moment, and the dragon-like head showed no expression. Finally, he just said: "Really? It seems that the Broken Realm is helping us, right? This Broken Realm was forged by the sages to help the world resist the devil. The purpose is to help mankind, and he is naturally on our side. So isn't it reasonable to launch a miracle today to save us?"
In this case... when the cities that were advancing towards the city were destroyed, why didn't a miracle happen in the Broken Realm?
No one will ask this question, and no one will answer it.
Pixiu Jian continued: "It's a pity that the Broken Realm is broken after all. I think this was our home ground at the beginning, the home ground where we relied on to compete with the demons and even reverse the overall situation. If... the Broken Realm can be repaired, how can we be here? We are trapped here, so much so that we have to accept the extremely unfair agreement made by the devil..."
boom--
Tang Zhao could no longer hear what he said next. Just now a light suddenly flashed in his mind.
repair!
Yes, this fix!
This huge fragmented domain was broken into thousands of pieces, turning the front line into a piece of loose sand. Doesn’t it need to be repaired?
The fairy sister jumped down from the crack in the Shattered Realm and repaired a crack with her own body. Is this her mission?
The words she left behind meant that she left the mission of repairing the Broken Realm to herself?
Can this kind of thing...be done?
Suddenly, he remembered the moment when he put on the glasses, and a thousand responses came to his ears.
Who is answering the call of glasses?
Are they those broken fragments?
Thinking of this, Tang Zhao suddenly got goosebumps.
Although he is not afraid of taking responsibility, it is really terrifying and...
So excited!
"Oh, by the way, whether it was a gap or a battle today, you were the first to do it." Pixiu Jian said suddenly.
Tang Zhao turned around and thanked instinctively: "I don't dare."
Pixiu looked at him in surprise. Why did this young man's eyes become bloodshot in just a moment, as if he was excited or sad?
But the young man's mind was fickle, so he ignored it and said directly: "So you should take whatever you want, but don't tell anyone. It won't be good for everyone."
As soon as Tang Zhao heard this, he knew that he had not hidden the sword seed from the swordsman. He felt a little embarrassed, and finally lowered his head and said: "I will teach you. Thank you, general."
