The fifth army camp station 120 miles north of Yanjing was carrying out one-sided massacre. As soon as the Storm Army and the White Army came up, they pressed their strongest spear - the grass-cutting messenger who suppressed the grasslands, tidied through the elite defense line of Yanjing. As soon as the Seven Love Dead Soldiers from the Brotherhood came up, they sacrificed their lives to assassinate officers at all levels.

The fierce generals of the Fifth Army Camp in Kinki survived the roar of the demon, but still could not escape the fate of being trampled by a fast knife.

Suddenly, a terrifying roar that pierced the sky was like rolling thunder, shocking the battlefield!

"Vos!!!"

The roar of the warrior wearing a cow horn helmet was as if it were real, setting off a storm and roared away all the enemies in front of him!

When the soldiers of the Fifth Army camp heard the sound, they saw a scene that made them lose their souls. The commander of the Left Army of the Fifth Army camp, Yanxia Bosu Yulou, known as the remnant sword martial pillar, was repelled by this roar and even crashed into the deer antlers of the fortifications behind. The sharp deer antlers pierced his abdomen from behind!

"Su Canjian, there is no need to rest for that long time for this minor injury!" The Niujiao Helmet soldier held a giant sword in his hand, slashed the soldiers of the Five Military Camp into two pieces with one sword. He held a steel tower shield in his left hand to block the barrage storm, and led the way across the fortifications and shouted arrogantly.

"It's really... I can't deceive you!" Su Yulou groaned, and without the help of others, he pulled it out of the deer antler directly. The green light shone in his left hand and a casual smear. The wound on his abdomen that could not stop bleeding just now stopped was stopped. He held a broken sword, like a wounded lion, rushing towards the ox-horned helmet warrior.

"We have been in the comrade for five years, who doesn't know that your Su Canjian is becoming more and more fierce as he is?"

"I haven't seen each other for many years. The little head who was sentenced to run twenty laps to the military camp back then did not expect that he would harm the people."

The battlefield fell into a strange tranquility for a moment - Su Yulou and Chen Fengshang were once comrades-in-arms who were sleeping together?

"Where is Baiyujin?"

"You will soon be a dead person, there is no need to know where General Bai is."

"It's right." Chen Fengshang strode forward, handed out a giant sword and stabbed the soldiers of the Five Military Camp who were purging him: "Anyway, as long as the Five Military Camp is destroyed, Bai Yujin is not enough to worry. After entering Yanjing, I will let the Su family go."

“No need.”

Su Yulou's broken sword burst out with a blazing light, and the broken sword was recast like a light blade!

"If rust occurs, it cannot be used, and if it cannot be used, it will break... The so-called dignity is actually very similar to a sword. But the broken broken sword still has a day to be recast, and the lost dignity has no time to return!"

"Yanxia Su family has been loved by the royal family for generations, and it is now burning out!"

Su Yulou waved the light-burning sword, like a rolling river sweeping towards Chen Fengshang. His voice resounded throughout the battlefield, thunderous!

"Light for the brilliance!"

At this moment, the morale of the entire army was greatly boosted, and the soldiers of the five military camps shouted angrily: "Light for the brilliance!"

"Okay, then you will follow the path of honor passed down from generation to generation, and be absurd and foolish loyalty for paranoidness..." Chen Fengshang threw away the tower shield and held the giant sword in his hands, like a towering mountain resisting Su Yulou's sword force.

"Let the rest of your life be turned into a useless stone tablet."

...

On the city wall of Chongsheng Gate in the south of Yanjing, soldiers who were guarding the city defense suddenly became nervous when they watched someone approaching quickly with their swords and boots.

But the figure of the waiter gradually became clear, and the expression of the city defense captain changed suddenly: "It's General Shixian Wuzhu Buqi Bu! He was seriously injured! Hurry up and open the small door and let him in! Medical officer, go and call the medical officer over!"

When the city defense captain took the medical officer down, he saw the majestic general Kinki lying in the sergeant's arms with more intake and less exhaustion, losing one hand and one foot, and an eye on his face was even dug away. The wound was bleeding constantly, as if running back had exhausted all his strength.

"General Bu, the medical officer is here, don't worry--"

"No……"

The city defense captain looked at it blankly, but he found that Buqi didn't care about his injuries at all, his pupils didn't match the focal length, and seemed to be still immersed in his memories.

"General Bu, what did you say?" asked the city defense captain: "Do you want to tell the enemy's intelligence?"

"Yes, no...no..."

Suddenly, it was like touching a switch. Buqi's expression fell into hysterical madness, and he struggled and roared despite his injuries!

"Not a human!"

"He is not a human!"

"Don't come over! Don't come over! Don't..."

Seeing such a disobedient Ten-Secret Martial Arts Pillar, the soldiers looked at each other, but they didn't think much about it. They just felt that the Ten-Secret Martial Arts Pillar might have been injured by the monster transformed in the night of the demon transformation.

At the same time, on the small hill ten miles away from Chongsheng Gate, a heroic man wearing glasses was looking at Yan Jing on the horizon. He looked less like a warrior, more like a scholar.

A young general dancing with a stick approached him from later and asked with a smile: "Why let him go?"

"Before the war, rumors and fear were the best pioneers. However, I seemed to be too heavy to start."

"It's so strange that you actually make mistakes."

"Ten miles away is Huiyao's core, the peak of power, the accumulation of thousands of years of history, and the gathering of faith in the people. When I think that Yan Jing is within reach, even I will inevitably lose my composure."

"Then." Yin Guyue asked, "Are you going to Beijing? The hunter is a little impatient."

Lan Yan turned around and looked at the millions of troops behind him, with flags like rain and soldiers like forests.

"Tell Chai Xin to hunt for his head, the more this time, the more calm you should be."

Lan Yan said: "Mr. Xia said he wanted to wait for the coalition forces in the north of the third district, so we will wait."

...

Yan Jing and the seventh floor of the Platinum Tower, the two young people are not the strongest, but are definitely the most special.

"Using the relics of the saints can change the characteristics of the divine weapon, turning it into a powerful force that is weakened, but at a lower cost, and it can even make the holy sword used by people from other surnames shine..."

Cha Shiyin grabbed Leyu's left wrist, clicked his Saint Relic bracelet, shook his head and put it down: "What do you think the Saint Relic was made for?"

Although he was unwilling to admit it, Leyu clearly realized in his heart that the relics of the saint may be really useless.

In this world, the Holy Sword Radiant is equivalent to a strategic nuclear bomb that destroys the world. It is not only amazingly powerful, but also extremely terrifying - it consumes the lifespan of the ruler.

There is a great horror between life and death, and the most difficult life is death. Therefore, if it were not forbidden, no emperor would be willing to activate the Holy Sword Huiyao to play with it. Even if it was forbidden, the emperor would rather find other ways.

To be fair, the emperor did not hate this violence that ruined the world, but hated that he had to control it himself! Although the Holy Sword Huiyao bound his bloodline, the Ming royal family lasted for thousands of years, people always longed for more. The emperor not only wanted to continue to control the Holy Sword, but also wanted to use the Holy Sword without consuming the cost!

At least the price cannot be yourself.

But the Holy Sword Huiyao is a magical weapon that transcends the times. Emperors of all generations have not studied it much, let alone erase its side effects. Moreover, the Holy Sword Huiyao is a family heirloom after all, and the royal family is afraid of destroying the Holy Sword. After all, Emperor Gaozu could not climb out of the grave for warranty.

As for how to pass the Holy Sword Huiyao to outsiders, it is even more undesirable. People are selfish. The blood binding of the Holy Sword Huiyao means that the Ming royal family is a royal family for all generations. If the royal family has a little brain, it will not destroy the only talent feature of its entire server.

According to this idea, the royal family has only one choice: to create a magic weapon with some of the power of the Holy Sword Huiyao, which can be used by people from other surnames, and preferably can be controlled by the Holy Sword Huiyao.

The craftsmen who made magic weapons would definitely curse when they saw this kind of colorful and black party requesting.

Thinking of this, the saint's relics are completely unreasonable requirements: not only can it be used by outsiders, but also if the holder wants to transform it into other divine weapons, he must first touch the body of the divine weapons.

In other words, when the emperor needs to chop people, he will send his confidant to take charge of the relics of the saint and ask him to touch the Holy Sword Huiyao, and then the confidant can wield the fake to cut everything.

Even if the confidant suddenly turns against him, he is not afraid. After all, the fakes cannot defeat the authentic one; as for the saint's relics are lost, there is no problem, because those who have never touched the holy sword cannot copy the fake one.

However, the result is that the relics of the saint are left among the people and are not in the hands of the royal family.

Speaking of this, Leyu actually had a question before: Why are divine weapons spread everywhere in the world? Warlords and assassins possess them, and even barbarians hold illusion magic weapons. Is the royal family investing in the enemy?

But after thinking about it carefully, you will understand: magic weapons are tools after all, and tools need to be used by people, but people have selfish intentions.

Of course, the royal family did not want to lose the magical weapons, but the emperor could not go into battle himself, so he naturally had to entrust the magical weapons to his confidants. There are two situations here: after the confidants finish their work, they will directly take the magical weapons with the magical weapons and fly away; or the confidants do not want to run away, but others are jealous of the magical weapons, stab the trustees behind their backs, and then run away after they steal the magical weapons.

So it’s useless to hide the magic weapon? It’s also useless. After all, the magic weapon warehouse is also guarded by someone. As long as someone intervenes, there will inevitably be loopholes.

Over time, the divine weapons will naturally fall into the people. However, this is not a one-way flow. After all, the rituals required to activate the divine weapons are more obvious, and many divine weapons holders will also actively expose them - only those who do not have the confidence will live cautiously, while those who can get angry at any time will basically live very arrogantly.

Sometimes the court would recycle divine weapons, and after recycling, it would be left among the people. Once, the emperor collected half of the divine weapons and even formed the "Divine Soldiers Division" for this purpose, and sent the holders of the divine weapons to pursue the divine weapons. However, in the end, the people of the Divine Soldiers Division ran away with their buckets and swept away all the divine weapons.

But in the final analysis, the royal family does not attach much importance to the magical weapons.

It’s not that the royal family doesn’t care about the magic weapons, the royal family cares a lot, but there is currently no perfect magic weapons use program. No matter how you block, the magic weapons will be lost and it is not worth wasting energy on it.

Moreover, the Holy Sword Huiyao suppressed the people, and the divine weapons did not pose any threat to the royal family. In the era of peace, the royal family did not need so many divine weapons, so they naturally didn't care. On the contrary, the divine weapons that were wandering among the people would basically cause bloody storms, and invisibly helped the court solve many idle people in society.

But the status of different divine weapons in the hearts of the royal family is different. For example, the Phantom Divine Soldier Flying Boots, once they are lost, they will inevitably devote all the whole country to pursue them. Many people will die. There are two reasons. On the one hand, the flying boots are indeed very practical, and on the other hand, all emperors want to fly freely in the sky.

Who didn’t have a dream of flying when he was young?

The flying boots are enough to show that the royal family has the strength to monopolize a certain divine weapon. Therefore, the relics of the Saint are left among the people and are held by the Chenfeng Ding family, which can only explain one problem-the royal family does not care about the relics of the Saint.

The reason for not caring is also coming out - the relic of the saint who cannot copy the power of the Holy Sword, is just an interesting toy, and its importance is not even as important as that of the flying boots.

"You have also read the list of magic weapons. Don't you feel strange about the names of the relics of the Saint?"

Cha Shiyin suddenly changed the topic: "There are two ways to name the magic weapon. One is to name it according to functions, such as the Phantom Knife, Blood Essence Stone, Golden Hand, and Crazy Mask; the other is to describe it based on the poetic appearance, such as the veil of disputes, purple resentment, and monarch butterfly..."

"The name of the Saint's Relic is neither a functional name nor a poetic description."

Cha Shiyin stretched out his thin fingers and raised the blood-red hair in Leyu's ears: "It originated from his manufacturing process."

"Although the Twelve Extreme Divine Weapons were made by Liezong, the entire process actually went through three dynasties of Liezong, Wenzong and Zhaozong. Because of its difficulty in manufacturing, the relics of the saints were the last divine weapon made."

"The original code name of the Saint's relics was called 'Fake'. When Emperor Wenzong was young, the fake began to be forged, but when Emperor Wenzong was old, the fake still failed to complete and could not achieve its ideal goal: to become a fake of the Holy Sword Huiyao."

"So Wenzong believed that as the ancestor of the divine weapon, the Holy Sword Huiyao could not copy fakes at all. The only way to copy was to make fakes genuine."

"How to make the fake a genuine product? That is to let the fake drink the flesh and blood soaked by the Holy Sword Huiyao. He thought so, and did so - Wenzong, who had already left his candle in the wind, used his last vitality to wield the Holy Sword Huiyao, and then jumped into the furnace to become part of the fake."

Music: "His he failed?"

"He succeeded, but failed," Cha Shiyin said calmly: "He succeeded, and the fake can indeed copy the Holy Sword Huiyao; he also failed, because as he said, the Holy Sword Huiyao cannot copy the fake."

Leyu frowned slightly, obviously not understanding what riddles Cha Shiyin was talking about. Cha Shiyin smiled: "You have witnessed the process of the Holy Sword Huiyao being summoned twice. You should know that unless someone deliberately summoned it, the Holy Sword Huiyao is invisible and does not exist."

Leyu vaguely realized something, "So, when no one calls it, fakes can become genuine."

"The correct answer." Cha Shiyin said: "But when the Sword Lord summons, the fake is just a fake after all, and the Holy Sword Huiyao will return to the Sword Lord."

"Even if you get a fake, if you don't get the recognition of the Holy Sword Huiyao, you won't be able to exert any power."

"That is, the fake is just a scabbard."

"A scabbard with ever-changing changes."

"A sword sheath for the emperor."
Chapter completed!