boom!

Thousands of mountains and rivers shook, and waves hit the sky. Mu Feiqing suddenly rose up from the ground and held a city with one hand. His white clothes were better than snow, his white hair was fluttering, his appearance was peerless, his charming look down at the common people.

At this time, he remained motionless without the collision of thousands of troops.

Drag the city with one hand and hold the sword with the other hand, the fairy light is shining brightly,

The entire battlefield was boiling, extremely intense.

"puff!"

In the army, countless people were vomiting blood, the fairy light was surging, and the magical skills were endless. Mu Feiqing's snow-white hand was waving his sword, smashing every army that rushed out of the Chaos City. Every time he swung his sword, he cut a piece of army, and some of the real armies lined up were bleeding from their mouths.

Zhuge Qingrou looked at this scene and was laughing instead.

He steals the power of the sky and turns into a city battle formation,

Two hundred thousand troops can be two million,

Mu Feiqing can kill ten thousand people, one hundred thousand people, what about five hundred thousand, one million, two million?

Mu Feiqing kept waving his long sword, and his eyes kept changing. He waved his plainness and waved his surging waves. He looked up at the sky, and there was a line of blood hanging from the corners of his eyes.

Two spiritual consciousnesses are intertwining,

Sometimes compassionate, sometimes cold and unyielding,

Sometimes justice is magnificent, sometimes magical power is swaying,

Instead, it was roaring, and a desperate feeling spread, but it was full of vitality. Every time a sword was swung, its sound was like thunder, shaking thousands of realms, and its aura was extremely majestic.

"What's going on?"

Zhuge Qingrou looked at this scene in shock.

He didn't know what happened to Mu Feiqing, his breath was sometimes gentle and sometimes cold, and he felt like he couldn't control it.

Mu Feiqing holds the city with one hand and waves his sword with the other hand.

He was also shocked,

He was obviously not injured, but now his skill seemed to be triggered automatically, and there seemed to be a devil in his body struggling to escape from his body.

His thinking was also colliding. He liked this world, which had its own brilliance, his relatives, his brothers, Dada's horse hooves, walking through the bluestone slabs of time,

There is a faint flute, playing in the dreams of travelers, the passing years are quietly changing, and I miss the parting in my wandering, there is a quiet lotus blooming in the long night of clouds and misty clouds, and there is a lonely building looking alone at the west building of the moon, and the endless brocade books are haggard and willows...

But this is a chaotic world, it is too cruel. Everyone is whistling, crying, and struggling. Everyone is miserable and sad.

The Tang Dynasty, which was once extremely glorious, is now in decline, with mountains and rivers cracking and the country swaying. At the bleeding dusk, all the passionate, brilliant, powerful, legendary... those people, those inheritances, and those myths are all shattered.

He had an impulse in his heart that this era should end, this civilization should end, and this era has reached its end.

Suddenly, Mu Feiqing looked up slightly,

A smile appeared on his face and he whispered: "So, there are really people who can decide forever!"

At that moment, the purple air came from the east, bursting with infinite light, and the great power entangled Mu Feiqing, making him sublimate his entire body, extremely dazzling, like an emperor born in the purple sun.

Amid the clanging sound, he was covered with a layer of white luster. This is the essence of heaven and earth, and this is the flow of runes from the origin of nature.

boom!

Mu Feiqing's own strength increased rapidly, and there was a crystal shining under the cracked old skin, as if he wanted to break the human cage and break free from a brand new true self.

The two forces are merging,

The two figures overlap,

A white dress, a black dress,

Gradually turned into a person!

boom!

The waves soar into the sky, and the vitality bursts.

This place is filled with light and extremely vigorous, and the light of fists passes through the past and present and future.

The world seems to be exhausted, cold and dark, and has been silent for thousands of years, but it has changed today.

Mu Feiqing suddenly opened his eyes, and the light emitted penetrated thousands of mountains and rivers. The two beams of light were more intimidating than the fairy sword, and it was too sharp.

From a distance, it looks like two lightning bursting in the darkness, breaking the tranquility.

Then, the boundless void exploded, forming one terrible crack after another, not knowing where it was connected. The next moment, he took a step, penetrated the void, broke through the space, and carried endless pressure.

With a sword, the Chaos City was broken.

In an instant, the sky and the earth boiled, and then the waves overflowed, rolling towards the sky.

The city of chaos was like sea water bursting, forcing it to rush to all directions, and it was almost dry up and there was no sea water. The oppressive space was turbulent, and the waves were surging in the distance, constantly slapping the Cangyu, and the power of the origin filled the universe.

The white clothes spread and broke through all obstacles.

"Today, I, Mu Feiqing, become a saint!"

At this moment, in the cave of the eighteen holy lands in the world, in the void, a saint opened his eyes. At that moment, eighteen streams of light flew across thousands of mountains and rivers towards the Nanling Mountains.

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A dark cloud floated over, the Chaos City broke into clouds, shattered into clouds and dispersed in decay.

A black wave pressed over and hit the Qing Gorge, shattering into water foam and falling silently. The tragic neighing of the war horses and the broken bones sounded clearly in everyone's ears, even louder than the dense sound of hooves like thunder.

Two hundred thousand troops were defeated and defeated.

Blood was like a river, the smell of blood enveloped Tanyuan, and it started raining in the sky.

Zhuge fell to the ground and burst into laughter, laughing wildly, with a very sad smile, with blood everywhere in his mouth, and his whole body was as if he was crazy.

"Hahahaha, Mu Feiqing... Mu Feiqing... You won again, you won again, but unexpectedly, in the end, I was the one who helped you become a saint, hahaha... It's so sad!"

Yes, it's really sad,

Zhuge Qingrou treats Mu Feiqing as his life's opponent. In the last battle, he steals the sky and changes the sun. Even if he is defeated by Mu Feiqing, he is convinced.

But the result is that he helped Mu Feiqing become a saint.

He has made his opponent with one hand and achieved true invincibility.

How sad this is,

He lost to his opponent, he could afford to lose.

But he exhausted his life's talents and his vitality.

What he got was to make his opponent stronger and completely surpass him. He had no hope of chasing him.

It’s not that you can’t afford to lose, but that you’re despair, endless despair!

He was crying,

He hates the injustice of heaven.

After Zhuge Qingrou was born, why did you give birth to the beautiful Feiqing?

Since he is an opponent, why should God be so partial to one side?

Why bother!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he saw Mu Feiqing walking towards him along the blood and corpses.

"Master Feiqing, I don't accept it!" Zhuge Qingrou said.

"I should have won this battle. Whether it is a failure or success, I should have won it!"

Mu Feiqing nodded and said, "I understand!"

It is indeed as Zhuge Qingrou said, whether Mu Feiqing failed, let the Julu Army break through the barrier, or he successfully defeated the 200,000 Iron Cavalry, Zhuge Qingrou should be victorious in the battle between the two of them.

But, the last time,

Mu Feiqing won again!
Chapter completed!