Chapter 44 The Judgment of Navelette! A single sword strike from the Water Dragon dispels the heavenly tribulation!
After saying this, Tang San bowed deeply.
These words sounded very dignified and respectable.
It all sounds like it's all about brotherhood.
But to the ancient banyan tree, the sound was even more piercing than the wind from Jialing Pass.
"fart!"
Gu Rong cursed out loud, and the phantom of a bone dragon appeared and disappeared around his body, clearly indicating that he was furious.
"Tang San, have you no shame?"
What do you mean by being used to a left-handed sword?
"So, Old Chen's arm isn't made of flesh? So we're supposed to sacrifice ourselves for your brothers?"
"We saw it in the sky just now too. In the future, we two old bones even risked our lives to save you!"
"Now you're even going to scheme over a single fruit?"
The ancient banyan tree made a loud noise, causing the hall to buzz.
Tang San remained bowing, neither standing up nor offering any rebuttal.
This is a stance.
It was also a form of coercion.
He's gambling.
Betting on the current situation of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
Gambling on Ning Fengzhi's overall perspective.
Now the Spirit Hall is powerful, and there's also the unfathomable Tianshui City.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School had already been crippled. If they didn't rely on Tang San, and if they didn't rely on the future god, they would have no chance to turn things around.
Ning Rongrong looked at the unfamiliar third brother in front of her and felt a chill run down her spine.
She wanted to talk, she wanted to curse.
But it felt like there was a piece of cotton stuck in my throat.
Just then.
Ning Fengzhi, who had been silent all along, stepped forward.
The usually gentle and refined sect leader now wore an extremely complex expression.
He looked at Chen Xin, then at Tang San.
Finally, attention turned to the future situation.
a long time.
Ning Fengzhi sighed deeply and slowly closed his eyes.
"Uncle Jian".
This call sounded particularly heavy.
Chen Xin's body trembled, and he suddenly turned his head to look at Ning Fengzhi.
He saw a resolute determination in the eyes of the child he had watched grow up.
A ruthless willingness to sacrifice everything for the benefit of the sect.
"Fengzhi, you..."
Gu Rong looked at Ning Fengzhi in disbelief.
Ning Fengzhi didn't look at the ancient banyan tree; he just kept his head down, his voice a little hoarse:
"Ma Hongjun is also one of the Shrek Seven Devils. He is exceptionally talented. If he can recover, he will definitely be a great help in the future."
"With a major battle imminent, we need every bit of strength."
"Uncle Jian… this immortal fruit… let's give it to Sect Leader Tang."
The words had barely left his lips.
Like a sharp knife, it plunged deeply into the hearts of Chenxin and Gurong.
Ning Rongrong's eyes widened, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Dad! How could you do this!"
"That's Grandpa Jian's arm!"
Ning Fengzhi turned his back and stopped talking.
Tang San straightened up, his face showing little joy, but rather a heavy expression.
"Thank you, Sect Leader Ning, for your understanding and righteousness."
"Thank you for your kindness, Senior Chenxin."
He reached out his hand, waiting for Chenxin to give him what he wanted.
Chen Xin looked at the warm fairy fruit in her hand and suddenly felt it had become incredibly cold.
He smiled.
His laughter was tinged with sadness.
This is the sect he has protected his entire life.
This is the "hope" he would save even if it meant his own destruction, hidden in the sky.
"good."
"very good."
Chen Xin casually tossed the immortal fruit to Tang San.
It's like throwing away a useless stone.
"Take it."
Tang San caught it steadily, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.
"Thank you, senior."
This scene sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.
However.
Before this oppressive atmosphere could even take hold...
Suddenly, a terrifying wave that sent shivers down one's spine came from the distant horizon.
Rumble—!
Everyone turned their heads at the same time, looking in the direction of Tianshui City.
The sky, which had been covered with dense clouds of calamity, now presented a strange sight.
The thunder that filled the sky should have been a symbol of the destruction of all things.
But in the face of that deep blue power, it seemed so insignificant.
The giant sword formed by the convergence of nine water dragons is not made of ordinary iron, but rather condensed from pure laws.
It hovered in mid-air, and the surrounding space was slightly distorted.
The thunder seemed to be enraged as well, transforming into a purple thunder dragon and roaring as it charged down.
The two collided.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
Only silent annihilation.
People were horrified to see that the giant water sword merely trembled slightly.
That was a trial originating from an ancient era.
Water is the softest thing.
It is also extremely strong.
Under Villette's will, the raging flood seemed to transform into the sharpest instrument of torture.
Click—
That arrogant thunder dragon was actually cleaved in two by the water sword!
The lightning exploded, turning into specks of starlight and dissipating.
Immediately afterwards, the water sword went against the current and pierced straight into the thick clouds of tribulation.
Stir it.
A jolt.
The dark clouds that filled the sky vanished in an instant.
The sun shines on the earth again.
The water sword did not disappear immediately, but instead transformed into a shower of sweet rain that fell upon Tianshui City.
Above the city lord's mansion.
Navilette withdrew her scepter and straightened her sleeves.
His expression was indifferent, as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dust.
"quiet."
These two simple words, though separated by a great distance, seem to resonate in everyone's heart.
...
This side of Jialing Pass.
Tang San's hand, holding the Dao Body Immortal Fruit, trembled uncontrollably.
As he watched the strange phenomenon dissipate, a deep fear welled up in the depths of his eyes for the first time.
Can even the Heavenly Tribulation... be judged?
What kind of power is it?
As Chen Xin watched that scene, the deathly grayness in his eyes suddenly gave way to a strange gleam.
That's what makes someone strong.
That is the true god worth following!
The mist that filled the air had not yet dissipated.
A deathly silence hung over the Jialing Pass.
Everyone felt as if an invisible hand was gripping their necks, and they could only hiss as they gasped for breath.
What is that?
Is that within the scope of human capability?
The heavenly tribulation that was about to destroy everything turned out to be as fragile as paper in front of that seemingly delicate water-flowing longsword.
One sword.
Thunder dragons split, shattered clouds of calamity.
At that moment, Navelette was not a person; he was the sole order in the world.
Chen Xin stood still, maintaining the posture of throwing the fruit.
But his eyes, which were originally somewhat cloudy, were now frighteningly bright.
He stared intently in the direction of Tianshui City, his eyes even cracking and bleeding from the force of his gaze.
But he couldn't feel any pain.
He felt only a chill.
A kind of trembling feeling, like "If I hear the truth in the morning, I can die content in the evening."
"Is that... a sword?"
Chen Xin murmured to himself.
In his eyes, it wasn't simply about controlling the water element.
It was a sword.
A peerless sword with heaven and earth as its sheath, rivers as its blade, and judgment as its purpose.
In contrast, the Seven Killings Divine Sword in his hand, despite bearing the name of a divine sword, appeared so craftsman-like and so narrow-minded.
He spent his entire life pursuing the ultimate in swordsmanship.
He thought that the ultimate was sharpness and killing.
But after witnessing that man's sword strike, he realized that he was like a frog at the bottom of a well.
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