It has always been said that the National Memorial is made of the jade seal passed down from the country. The person who draws the sword is blessed by the luck of the country. When the sword is taken out of the sheath, there will be a roar of dragons, yellow and purple clouds surrounding the body, and golden lotus growing under the feet, which can add energy, promote cultivation, and make the sword more powerful. Being a sword-wielding warrior is also equivalent to shouldering the heavy responsibility of guarding a country.
The first Emperor Chen Guo smashed the jade seal into pieces just to benefit Zhang Mingze. When Zhang Mingze regained the lost land and opened up the territory, he was still only a moderate second-grade man. If he was placed in the army and the world, he might be a few masters, but he was dignified. How could a great general of a country and the commander of the three armies not be a master figure? Zhang Mingze has made great achievements in protecting the country. He has no selfish intentions towards the emperor of the Chen family who has always been broad-minded and sacrifices himself for the benefit of the world. Neither the former emperor nor Chen Liuren, who was just a prince at the time, has any selfish intentions in this regard and is very generous. Wait for the opportunity to pass.
The more vast the country, the stronger the national destiny contained in the national jade seal. If the country is mourning, the world can create another six handles. But I ask all the kings in the world, who has such a broad mind as the emperor of the Chen family?
But rumors are just rumors after all. How many people can witness Zhang Mingze drawing his sword? How could we not say that it was an exaggeration by someone with good intentions? At this moment, Zhang Ling raised his hand and carefully looked at this second most famous sword in the world.
The blade is generally bright silver in color, with dark gold threads inlaid on the back of the blade, and a faint purple mist mixed with the blade appears at the touch.
Zhang Ling looked around and realized carefully that there was nothing strange about it except that it was sharper than ordinary swords.
Zhang Hongshan, who was chasing after him hurriedly, was stunned when he saw this.
The three people present knew that no one had pulled out this sword since Zhang Mingze, but only Zhang Ling knew in his heart that Guoshang had not recognized the master, but he himself did not know the reason.
Zhang Ling said calmly: "The second best sword in the world? It doesn't look like anything special!"
Zhang Qizhou was in disbelief. How could Guoshang recognize such a person? He shouted: "Impossible!"
Zhang Ling chuckled and said: "What's impossible? Hehe, you don't have to chase it now. If the country recognizes its owner, then it will be mine."
Zhang Qizhou said angrily: "Put down the knife, you are not worthy!"
Zhang Ling sneered and said: "What? If you don't accept it, come and rob it!"
Zhang Qizhou waved his sleeves, curled his arms, leaned forward, stretched out his hand, and was shot away by Zhang Ling's hand.
Zhang Ling smiled. He held a sharp blade for the first time. He couldn't help but want to swing it. He closed his eyes for a moment and recalled a set of knife formations used by Du Haifanxin. After a month of groping and asking Song Qingtian to clarify his doubts, Zhang Ling smiled. , after all, it allowed Zhang Ling to master a little bit, that is, these moves that were not worth mentioning to the great master were regarded as treasures by the newcomers like them.
The Fanlong Sword Formation is depicted with the National War. This was originally a defensive formation, but Zhang Ling exploited some of the essential defensive moves and added tiny needles on the empty wall. Although it was just a new approach to the two masters of sword use, it was still a small skill. When Zhang Ling came, it was just right.
It's a pity that Zhang Ling only has one sword, and the sword array must have more than one, but it is already the best defensive move now.
The cage was not unbreakable, but as soon as Zhang Qizhou made contact, a scratch was made on his palm, and he retreated. He wanted to find another flaw, but after holding for a while, Zhang Ling also stopped wielding his sword, which made Zhang Qizhou very troubled. The observation just now was not enough to break through the simplified Fan Cong defensive formation.
Zhang Qizhou suddenly became annoyed: "Let me see how many times you can defend yourself."
Zhang Ling had a good idea in his mind. Although this formation was capable of both offense and defense, its losses were only slightly lower than those of the Overbearing Sword Technique and Feng Tie Three Styles. With Zhang Ling's current internal strength, it really wouldn't be used a few times. When Zhang Qizhou attacked again, Zhang Ling stood sideways and stayed there, waiting for the opponent to pounce. Zhang Ling raised his left hand and fired five hidden weapons at the same time. One was aimed at the center of the eyebrow, one was aimed at the neck, and the remaining three were all fired at the joints.
Zhang Qizhou reacted quickly, rolled up his sleeves and put them down, making a circle with his sleeves. The breeze blew, and he caught all five hidden weapons with one stroke.
Zhang Ling looked from a distance and said jokingly: "Not bad, but let's see how you hide this time!"
From Zhang Ling's hand, three flying needles of different shapes were suddenly thrown out, but this time the three falling silver needles did not attack his vital points, and they took out the joints, which seemed very casual.
Zhang Qizhou smiled disdainfully and was about to wave his sleeves again to wrap up the package. He should have received all the orders as expected, but just as he was dancing with his sleeves, the three needles turned and attacked him from different directions. This time, it was impossible to accept them smoothly. Down.
Zhang Qizhou knew something was wrong and subconsciously backed away. When the three falling silver needles fell and gathered together, Zhang Qizhou wanted to take the opportunity to reach out and grab it. Unfortunately, one falling silver needle did not stop and continued to move towards his heart. If he ignored this A serious injury from one needle could indeed take away two falling silver needles, but how could he, the dignified minister of the Ministry of War, do such a loss-making business? In such a situation, Zhang Qizhou could only retreat.
There was a long distance between the person and the flying needle. If it were further away, Zhang Ling would still be frightened and had to take it back.
Faced with a situation where there was a gap in quality, Zhang Ling used several strange methods to make the competition between him and his second uncle appear to be easy. After several rounds, there was no slight disadvantage. However, Zhang Ling knew that the loss of special skills was great, and the same was true for controlling the flying needle. , if it lasts longer, there will definitely be no benefit.
With Zhang Ling's current skills, he would definitely not be able to stop his second uncle if he wanted to leave. But after all, he was just looking for trouble for the emperor, so running away like this would really be a loss of status, and the loss of national honor would definitely shock the court, so Zhang Ling could only stay. .
He stayed and waited for others to come, waiting for everyone to know that Guoshang was in his hands, and it was unsheathed.
After Zhang Qizhou regained his composure, he finally realized something was wrong. He frowned and said, "First, I don't know where the superior sword skills are, and then I control the flying needle. Ordinary forces definitely don't have such capital. Who are you? Why do you want to steal the country's mourning?" "
Zhang Ling chuckled and said, "Didn't you see? Guoshang recognizes his master, why would he steal it? It's you. Guoshang is a national weapon, and he doesn't recognize you, but you insist on taking it as your own. What on earth is it? Why do you care?"
Zhang Qizhou said angrily: "Even if the national tragedy is covered in dust, it is absolutely impossible to hand it over to someone with unknown origins like you."
Zhang Ling raised his fingers and said mockingly: "Come again if you don't accept it!"
Zhang Qizhou's anger rose in his heart, and he was about to step forward when Zhang Hongshan suddenly pulled him behind him.
Zhang Hongshan was filled with emotion when he saw this young man who came from nowhere, but he still suppressed the hazy emotion and said: "This little brother, since you pulled out the National Sword, then he is yours, but You should also know that Guoshang does not belong to my Zhang family. If he disappears inexplicably, there will definitely be a massive search, and then you may not be able to protect yourself."
Zhang Ling pretended to listen and said, "Oh, I wonder what Zhang Shangshu has to say?"
