A long song rises in the night, and the clear sky and blue waves enter your heart.

"Men should strengthen themselves" made for the opening of the sea in Dongcang was instantly spread throughout Dongcang City. The lyrics are vast and the songs are exciting, and the most exciting and exciting, and the blood is boiling, so...

On Jiange Mall launches "Men Should Be Self-reliant" and appears in Biji Aimu, with a price of 500 points for the sword contest... One sentence!

...

"It's too much." Above the Sword Teahouse, a crowd of people were filled with righteous indignation.

"At the time, it was a complete poem, but why are you selling it in sentences now?" A warrior took a sip of "Maotai" wine with a score of 100 points for swords and scored a pot of "Moutai" and said with a depressed face, "This is too miserable."

"The Marquis is opening the sea to storm, isn't it just water!" Another warrior said angrily, "It's divided into fourteen sentences in total, and it takes 7,000 points to collect them all."

"That's not necessary." Another middle-aged warrior shook his head, "Just exchange a few of them. Otherwise, after you go on stage, the competition will end before the song is finished. It's okay if you win, but if you lose, it's a bit embarrassing!"

After hearing this, many people thought about it. If someone fell on the stage and the song was still singing "Let the sea and the sky gather energy for me", the picture is indeed...

A Confucian scholar shook his head gently and sent a voice to his companion around him: "Martial servant is still a little simpler in his mind."

"There is no bonus effect, what should I pay a lot of money to buy those sounds?"

"Well, junior, what are you doing?"

A younger Confucian scholar beside him raised his head: "Senior brother, do you think I bought 'proud and arrogant smiles', or this 'look at the vast sky and grandeur again'?"

"Senior brother, haven't you heard what I just said? Such a flashy thing..."

"School brother, the times have changed. Whether it is real or not is a matter of time, and Hua Bu Hua is an eternal question." The young Confucian scholar said righteously.

The Confucian scholar was stunned and thought for a while: "Second sentence, it has something to do with my Confucian scholar..."

"Okay!"

"That... help me place an order too!"

...

In the city lord's mansion, Yun Siyao and Chen Luo continued the topic of Qin Dangguo being interrupted yesterday.

"So what my senior sister means... I'd better be able to absorb a kind of natural magical power of soul defense for the third time?" Chen Luo asked.

Yun Siyao nodded: "Your martial arts is already focused on the physical body, plus the magical seeds of 'Blood Rebirth', and supplemented by martial arts such as the Vajra Cover, physical defense can already withstand most attacks from the Master Realm."

"But the soul is still a little weaker. Not to mention that the demon clan and the barbarian clan have soul methods, just say that the human clan is mainly based on souls, but it does not mean that the Confucian clan and Buddhism do not have soul attack methods, especially if you want to push the Tianmen in the future, you must contact them."

"Pushing the Sky Gate?" Chen Luo frowned slightly. He had always heard that he wanted to push the Sky Gate before. He also saw the huge Sky Gate in martial arts, so he asked, "Senior Sister, what's going on with this Sky Gate? Did I go to the Sky Gate to push it?"

Yun Siyao chuckled, glanced at Chen Luo with a beautiful eyes and said, "Do you think the Tianmen is the door of our room? That is actually a kind of limitation of the way of heaven."

"The limit of heaven?"

"Yes. The essence of the road to heaven is the bridge between the human race and the way of heaven. Did this fourth senior brother tell you?"

Chen Luo nodded.

"To give a simple example, the way of heaven is like a vast ocean, and the three paths of Confucianism, Taoism and Buddhism connect to heaven are like three huge pipes, guiding the power of the way of heaven. The deeper the ocean, the more mysterious the power. The so-called way of heaven means that the pipe can penetrate deep into the depths of the way of heaven."

"Your martial arts is only three thousand miles long, which means your pipe is only three thousand miles long, so you can only guide the power of Shanghai water of three thousand miles."

Chen Luo imagined it for a moment and nodded again.

"The so-called pushing the Tianmen opens for six thousand miles. You can think of it as the martial arts pipe extending another three thousand miles."

"But the power of the way of heaven is not endless, so the way of heaven has restricted the pipe, and this limit is the gate of heaven."

"This is just a simple example. Of course, the relationship between the real road to heaven and the way of heaven will not be so simple, but the key point is probably that."

Chen Luo had a clear understanding in his heart: "So pushing the Tianmen is actually to let the Heavenly Dao lift this restriction."

"Yes." Yun Siyao nodded, with a hint of solemnity on his face, "To be honest, the two schools of Confucianism and Taoism may be having a headache..."

"What's their headache?" Chen Luo asked.

"It's not because..." Yun Siyao said this, and suddenly said, his jade hand flipped, and a bamboo leaf appeared in Yun Siyao's hand. At this time, the green color of the bamboo leaf quickly faded and turned into a withered yellow color, and Yun Siyao's face changed drastically.

"Senior Sister?" Chen Luo felt shocked for no reason when he saw the bamboo leaves and looked at Yun Siyao.

Seeing that the bamboo leaves were probably yellowed to two-thirds and still retaining the emerald green on the upper tip of the leaf, Yun Siyao's face was still heavy, but he obviously felt that she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Senior Brother has something to do." Yun Siyao said in a deep voice.

...

Time goes back a quarter of an hour ago.

Under the wild world.

In the thousands of miles of wasteland, a light green robe stood with a sword, and the wind lifted his long hair. He held a barbarian grass in his mouth and looked ahead with a calm look.

In his sight, a barbarian figure slowly walked over. As he raised his hands and feet, black silk threads appeared and disappeared around him. It was a call for the destruction and healing of space. It seemed that this space could not bear him. He did not release any pressure, but the barbarian grass seemed to be under great pressure along the way, tightly pressing against the ground. Even the barbarian wind seemed to have intentionally bypassed him. His figure was not tall, but when he stood there, it was like the power of heaven was coming.

The air seemed to be solemn.

Every move is broken, breaking the void.

The barbarian god!

He stopped not far from the blue figure, looking at the other person in his eyes, without opening his mouth, but a majestic and thick voice seemed to sound from all directions, from heaven and earth at the same time—

"Don't you run away?"

"Don't run away!" The robe tribe smiled and spit out the wild grass in his mouth. "You seem to have found a way to track me, but it seems that you can't run away."

As he said that, he slowly drew out his long sword.

"Write a little bit, maybe I can kill the gods today?"

He pointed the tip of the sword at the barbarian god: "Human race, Lang Feixian."

The corner of the barbarian god's mouth raised slightly, raised one hand, raised it to his chest, and then pressed it downwards. A black space appeared out of thin air, expanding rapidly, instantly covering a hundred miles around, and also wrapped Lang Feixian in. Then, the black space disappeared, and the figures of Barbarian God and Lang Feixian also disappeared. The Mancao was helped up by Manfeng again, and nothing seemed to have happened.

...

Lang Feixian glanced at the space he was in, and it seemed like a void here.

"Holy War Realm." Lang Feixian knew in his heart that for Cangtian and Mantian, it was impossible to repair the world scars left by the saint-level battle, such as the Yellow Sand Desert between Daxuan and the Western Regions. Therefore, after the Double Heaven Agreement, there was another rule, that is, the saint-level battle, using qi to guide a void as a battlefield, also known as the "Holy War Realm".

"Shield the perception!" Lang Feixian soon discovered that there were more things in this holy war domain, which made it impossible for others to detect here.

"Are you guarding?" Lang Feixian looked at the barbarian god opposite.

The barbarian god nodded: "I am very curious, why can you avoid searching!"

"So, you want to find my secret and then steal it for yourself..." Lang Feixian smiled disdainfully, "With selfishness, how dare you be called a god?"

Lang Feixian said, and suddenly there was a deep sound of water in the void.

"I have a sword, called Han Jian Tianhe, please give it a taste!"

As he said that, with a swing of the sword, a Milky Way was born out of thin air, rushing towards the Barbarian God. The light in the Milky Way was as bright as the stars in the sky gathered in this river. But when you look closely, the starlight was a series of righteous sword lights gathered into a river!

"Don't you see that the Yellow River water comes from the sky, flowing to the sea without returning!"

The river is vast and surging, as if nothing can stop him from castrating.

The long river hides the sword, and the long river of sword energy seems to have cut through the void and instantly submerged the barbarian god.

There was a scattered sound of jingdong, and a majestic aura erupted in the long river of sword energy, which suddenly cut off the long river of sword energy in half. Lang Feixian turned his wrist, and the cut off the long river of sword energy flew back, lying behind Lang Feixian, and re-trained into one.

"No," the barbarian god nodded slowly, without any damage. He praised: "The barbarian god below the barbarian god, there will be no more than seven great barbarian kings who can block this attack! You have three-point ability in Li Qinglian back then!"

Lang Feixian smiled indifferently: "Second Sword!"

As he said that, Lang Feixian took a step back and immediately entered the long river of sword energy. The long river of sword energy surging in an instant. As the angry waves swelled, bright moons as bright as mirrors rose from the sword river and shone in the void;

The waning moon, the full moon, the moon on earth!

The sky is full and waning, and the moon is full and waning every night!

During the breath, the long river of righteousness surged again, the twelve crooked moons and months released the murderous intent, and the twelve full moons and months shone brightly.

"It's as bright as a flying mirror facing the Dan Palace, and the green smoke has gone through the clear light."

There are not a series of moonlights, but there are also a series of sword lights. The waning moon sword light is secret and treacherous, and the full moon sword light is grand and upright, but the power of each attack is the same. The power of each sword is comparable to the full-strength impact of the sword energy long river just now.

The sword light shone and the moonlight was burning. The endless light hit the barbarian god. In an instant, the barbarian god's clothes that were condensed with blood energy broke, and wounds appeared on the barbarian god's body, and in a blink of an eye it turned into a bloody man.

The despise in the eyes of the Barbarian God suddenly disappeared, and turned into a serious and serious look. He clenched his fists with four hands and blew heavily at the same time. The huge aura was released, and the void suddenly became turbulent. Then he stretched out his hands, as if he had grasped the two corners of the space, as if he had used all his strength, and roared with all his hands, and then he heard a series of explosive thunder sounds coming from the space. The void was shaken open like a curtain, and the attack from the moonlight was also annihilated by the fluctuations in the void! This wave spread to the long river of sword energy, and in an instant, the sword energy bright moon shattered and fell back into the long river.

At the same time, almost the same power fluctuations surged towards the barbarian god. With just two "bang bangs", the two palms that grasped the space were shattered by the backlash.

"Very good." The Barbarian God said, "If you can force me to take action, you will be hurt yourself. You are the first person. I will take back what I said just now. There are no more than three people who can fight with you below the Barbarian God!"

"I have seventy-sixths of Li Qinglian's ability back then!"

"You are qualified to know the name of this god. Remember, kill you, the Man Shen Tunan!"

The long river of sword energy seemed to be unable to support it, slowly dissipated, revealing the figure of Lang Feixian. At this time, Lang Feixian's face was pale, as if the two strikes just now had consumed all his strength. He coughed twice, and a stream of blood flowed down from the corner of his mouth, and he also sighed.

"Sure enough, it's too difficult to kill God."

He raised his hand, looked at Man Shen Tu Nan weakly, and smiled softly again.

"Don't worry, don't worry."

"I have a third sword here!"
Chapter completed!