Vishnu, who almost single-handedly unified all the gods in India, froze in action.
He had originally planned to take advantage of the good situation to break his opponent's mood, take advantage of the situation, and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, but for a moment, his instinct as a god in this land made him pause subconsciously, because of an indescribable and unknown aura.
Circling.
It's like the wind blowing from eight thousand miles away, cutting every inch of it.
Vishnu looked at the swordsman with narrowed eyes.
"This is... sword energy?!"
"Why is a stable state of mind not the strongest?" Kuafu once asked.
'Stability represents reason, and reason represents restraint. Reasonable people can avoid the trough, but they also lose the highest mountain top.'
'The highest mountain top?'
'Yes, Guan Yunchang who returned to Cao's camp, King Chu of Chu who fought a last-ditch battle, Xiaoyaojin who leaped eight hundred horses and broke one hundred thousand, Zhao Zilong who entered and exited seven times, Zhang Yide who drank in the sun, do you think that at that moment they were really the same as usual?
Do you have the same strength in your current state?'
There was another sentence that remained unsaid.
'Easier said than done.'
That's why Bai Ze is just Bai Ze.
Like countless people in modern times, everyone knows that the simplest exercise is good for the body, but there are only a few people who can do it. They clearly know the road ahead, but in the end it is just the moon in the mirror. The peak state is already lonely and cold.
Go up there, but there's no guarantee you'll always be there.
Knowing and doing it are two completely different realms.
At this moment, it was clear that there was no sword in his hands, but Vishnu felt that the tingling feeling between his eyebrows was getting stronger and stronger. The sharp energy forced him to draw the sword, because the energy machine was moving at an almost terrifying speed.
Climbing up like rolling thunder.
If he doesn't draw his sword, after a while, he may not even be able to hand out the weapon.
The immortal blade that had once set out to kill ten Rakshasas was slashed out domineeringly.
The knight of the Tang Dynasty lowered his eyes and swept the fingers of his left hand together.
A loud roar.
The mythical weapon can no longer break through the invisible sword energy.
The divine sword that once killed Rakshasa was raised by the sword energy.
Wei Yuan took a step forward, his fingers slightly spread, and accompanied by a clear and unspeakable roaring sound, he entered an underground palace that had long been buried in history, in the 'precept-abiding sun god' who was trapped by the Deva clan.
In the ruins, the roar of Qingyue became more and more majestic, like a great bell.
There were eleven blasts in a row.
The seal is broken.
An ancient Tang sword rose up.
As the only weapon that King Harsha cherished when he was buried, this sword suddenly rose.
There are thirty-three oil lamps around, the lights are like candles, representing the thirty-three heavens.
Originally there was a slight tremor accompanying the breathing movements, but now it suddenly became stagnant.
Every candlelight rises like a sword.
Then it converged into the sword light like a rainbow, drew an arc in the sky, directly broke through the heavy blockades and formations, pierced the air, leaving a gorgeous stream of light in the sky, and fell straight into the sky.
In the palm of the knight's hand.
Leave the precepts behind and exchange for this Chang'an, so that there is a beginning and an end.
Taking advantage of the situation, he stabbed out with the first sword.
Tianzhu.
Like a child practicing the sword, twisting and turning, Vishnu raised his hand and slashed out with the magic weapon. The two swords clashed at the same time, head-on. The Tang sword Changan trembled, and was forced to retreat by the sword protected by heaven. Vishnu's expression did not change, but he just stepped back half way.
step.
Just half a step.
Then, when he was about to adjust his posture, he noticed a sharp anger rising in front of his eyes.
It actually invaded again.
Vishnu's expression froze slightly, and he had to retreat again, hoping to get rid of this aggressive energy.
According to common sense, the circulation, exertion and movements of a person's Qi must be integrated with the Qi. The simplest way is to exhale and make sounds in various martial arts schools.
Just like the "Heng Ha Er Yin" of Bajiquan, it is to adjust the Qi machine to explode and exert force.
Most people need to regain their energy after making a move in order to adjust their physical strength. However, after the ranger thrust out his sword, his energy was not coordinated at all. Instead, he stepped forward in an instant and thrust out the second sword exactly the same.
It was like fighting in a battle formation, fierce and majestic, directly surpassing the momentum of the first sword.
The ranger whispered in his heart.
"Chang'an."
The second sword was blocked.
Vishnu held the conch in his two arms and withstood the sword.
Press your right foot hard on the ground.
Once again, I plan to stop the retreat.
But the knight in front of him became angry again and took the third step suddenly.
The sleeves and robes vibrated in the air, almost like wind and thunder.
The first sword was ordinary, the second sword was domineering and killing, but the third sword was already full of sword energy. The sword intention was like the Yangtze River rushing to the vast sea, pulling out a long river of sword energy that was extremely bright and extremely cold, Bishui
The slave gritted his teeth and had no choice but to retreat again and again.
Just this retreat, its own momentum is like a river flowing straight down, unstoppable.
The sleeves and robes made of the divine weapon cracked with cracks.
Wei Yuan stepped forward with his right foot, ignoring the pressure on him from the sword. This time, his speed increased again, sweeping forward like thunder, pulling out large sonic boom clouds in the air. The fourth time the Qi machine still did not adjust, still
It is as straight as the bamboo in Nanshan.
The sleeves and robes were billowing, clinging to the white condensation cloud. The long sword was stabbed out flatly, and wind and thunder were already brewing on the sword's edge.
When the sword was drawn out, the energy all over his body surged.
The fourth sword.
The world is already filled with sword energy like frost.
When fighting, the callback of Qi will inevitably lead to a decrease in one's own momentum. At this moment, Wei Yuan seems to have simply forgotten that he needs to regain his Qi. Every time he forcibly draws his sword, the momentum is accumulated, and the pressure on himself is also constantly increasing.
But at this moment, he was completely ignored.
With such a rapid sword movement and violent momentum, Vishnu had already retreated a very far distance before he knew it. A vast silver sword light appeared in front of him. With the fifth sword, Wei Yuan still stepped forward, and his speed increased again, unable to be caught by the naked eye.
It's just that the sword energy is sharp, like the moonlight surging
At the same time, he slashed out the fifth sword.
Ignore your own injuries.
Ignore the oppression on yourself.
Ignore the threat of attack from the opponent.
If he came to kill, he would kill with kill and exchange injury with injury. This is the most brutal and brutal method of killing. Vishnu knew that he could not continue like this, so the divine wheel in his palm spun out, like wind and thunder, and spun directly towards the ranger's neck.
, if it is beheaded, its head will be cut off.
The sword in Wei Yuan's palm did not retreat or dodge, and stabbed straight towards Vishnu's soul between his brows.
The momentum suddenly became fierce.
As if he was exchanging death for death, even though he was wearing immortal golden armor, the fear in Vishnu's heart became more and more intense. He had to summon back the Divine Law Wheel and block it in front of him. Ranger
The sword in his palm fell down, as if the heavenly chakra was naturally blocking his way.
There were cracks on that magic weapon.
The counterattack was powerful, and there was a crackling sound on the so-called three thousand layers of golden armor.
A trace of blood appeared at the corner of Wei Yuan's mouth.
He raised his right foot and paused.
Then he stepped down suddenly.
No retreat!
Never take a step back!
Ripples appeared in the sky, and the clouds suddenly sank.
It is like the bamboo of Nanshan that shoots straight through the hole.
Eleven bowls of wine were rising like raging flames in the chest of the Tang Dynasty Ranger. Every time the sword was struck, the shock and energy oppressed the internal organs, which in turn made the fire more violent. At the seventh sword blow,
It's for Qianqiu.
The Dharma Protector golden hammer in Vishnu's hand was directly chopped into pieces.
The seemingly ordinary Tang Sword Chang'an changed for the first time. It swept violently, and its two arms were directly swept up and flew up. As the armor of an ancient hero, its original owner did not have the eight-armed form.
Golden blood suddenly rose up, and a tragic atmosphere filled the air.
Wei Yuan kept walking and stabbed out the eighth sword.
The golden blood solidified in the air, and then it was all wrapped up in the sword force and turned into sword energy.
Like hundreds of rivers returning to the sea.
The eighth sword is called Fighting Sword.
Break another arm!
The ninth sword comes and goes vertically and horizontally!
Before the battle bow owned by Shiva in the myth had time to shoot the legendary golden arrow again, it was chopped into pieces by the force of the sword. Vishnu intercepted it with both hands, and the sword cut it down directly.
Deep into the bones of the hand.
Wei Yuan himself was dripping with blood.
One sword is violent.
Split the two arms directly along the hand bones.
At the tenth sword strike, Wei Yuan once again cut the sword in Vishnu's hand.
The roaring sound and the sound of the sword were like thunder. Wei Yuan lifted it to his chest in one breath and kept his breath. He fired ten swords in a row, and the ten swords were non-stop. Each sword was far superior to the previous one.
His intention was to push his swordsmanship to a state that was stronger than before, almost like stepping up the ladder to heaven. Every sword he fired today was a masterpiece.
It wouldn't have happened before today.
Wei Yuan will no longer be able to use it after today.
Because each of these swords is an unparalleled pinnacle.
The ten consecutive swords were all extremely violent, as if there was a real sword in his hand, advancing and never retreating. Wei Yuan swallowed the breath and blood together, and the last sword continued to thrust forward. In an instant, his eyes felt like
There was a golden stream of light, and the golden light seemed to be faintly flowing above Kunlun Mountain in China, but it disappeared immediately.
Characteristics of Kunlun Mountain·Coexistence of all realms.
But this is not something that the Kunlun Mountains in the world can achieve, but a height that only the true Lord of Kunlun is qualified to reach. At this moment, the sword in the hand of the ranger relies on the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world, and has climbed to the level of reason by forcefully using swordsmanship.
Evolved into Tao, following that ray of Kunlun characteristics that is almost too weak to be ignored.
Cut it out with one sword.
My sword, Kunlun, exists in different spaces at the same time.
Locking the world in front of him, every ray of space seemed to be folded and turned into the size of a sword mark.
This sword slashed through every part of the space 'at the same time'.
It was as if the space in front of him folded and turned into a sword mark, and then slashed straight through.
This sword is bound to hit.
This sword is not the pinnacle or a legend.
This sword is a myth.
The unprecedented sound of the sword roared. The sword light, which could not be captured with the naked eye or anything, seemed to have been cut out and hit in an instant. The golden armor, which was said to be immortal, was shattered in an instant, and a sword penetrated directly.
down Vishnu's throat.
Chang'an, Tianzhu, returns to my hometown.
The Hundred Thousand Mile Sword.
The Dharma is blue and the sword is fighting for thousands of years.
Coming and going vertically and horizontally, holding a sword from north to south and east to west.
Ask the heroic enemy,
Ask the heroic enemy!
Vishnu held the sword tightly with both hands, and the Tang Dynasty Ranger ran forward directly against the god, dragged it on the ground for dozens of miles, and stuck it heavily on a mountain, panting like an ox, and then laughed ferociously, holding the sword in his right hand, standing upright.
The thrusting sword turned, and the blade became parallel to the ground. Then it exerted force violently, and the blade swept directly like a long river, tearing out a large piece of blood mist.
Vishnu was beheaded directly.
He pressed the god's head with his left hand and pressed it back firmly.
Look at the fear in those eyes.
"Can't you still live?"
The Ranger, who had lost all his energy, gasped and said ferociously: "Will you come back to life again and let me see?"
……………………
Under the Eleven Swords, the strongest swordsmanship in the world, and the use of swordsmanship to explain the principles of Kunlun.
Vishnu's fatal game was already lost when he took half a step back.
Wuzhiqi's heart was surging, and he soon felt a little more instinctive.
When facing that sword, you can only fight hard.
As long as you take half a step back, you will only continue to move towards death.
After Wei Yuan's breath disappeared, his whole body was exhausted, and he only felt a stinging pain. His clothes were instantly wet with cold sweat. He kicked Vishnu over, gritted his teeth and said, "Stand up!"
"Isn't there a legend about immortality?!"
"Since it is the divinity of the earth here, if this is the case, you still can't die, right?"
"I just killed 'Vishnu', there is something deeper, right?"
"you……!"
Seeing the collapse of the body of the three-phase god, Vishnu, or the existence that can no longer be called Vishnu, suddenly and rapidly expanded, and the mythical concept naturally emerged, with the scorching and domineering high-temperature Vedic sun god,
This is the essence of Vishnu.
He was originally one of the sun gods of the Vedic era.
He continued to devour other people's divinities and legends, and appeared in ten incarnations before becoming a three-phase god.
At this moment, the existence of one of the three-phase gods was wiped out by a sword.
The god who was sung and worshiped, named ‘Vishnu’, is dead,
Directly returned to its original form.
"Mortal, I want you to die!!!"
Thousands of years of accumulation were directly wiped out by Kunlun's sword. 'Vishnu', who had really died once, was frightened and angry, or the murderous intention was more serious. He looked at the ranger who was obviously exhausted, and he suddenly rose.
And rise, opening up the concept of myth.
next moment.
The whole of India turned completely into darkness.
Human beings' understanding of the sun is because the sun's rays fall in the eyes.
At this moment, all the sunlight was gathered and twisted, concentrating on the sun god.
At this moment, He is the Great Sun.
High temperature, hot, bright!
And there was darkness on the vast land, and then the sun rose and set suddenly, like a huge burning flame. The high temperature of hundreds of millions of degrees, which erupted all the time, fell towards the world at an extremely fast speed, as if to kill it.
Vishnu's ranger was directly burned to ashes. Wei Yuan leaned on his sword, looked at the big sun, and stood up unsteadily: "That's great..."
He said: "I can kill you twice!"
"Mortal, let's be presumptuous!!!"
"I will burn your soul to ashes!"
In the wrath of God, there is endless heat and brilliance that cannot be seen directly.
No one can look directly at it, but a new breath appears.
Along with the desolate roar, a barbaric spirit, a kind of loneliness and determination to conquer the gods by one person, covered the sky and the earth, directly wrapping up the Tang Dynasty Ranger who was exhausted after reaching the peak state, and the Ranger since
The roar that came out of the child's mouth is the simplest writing in ancient times.
"Kuafu!!!"
then,
The ancient heroes responded to this.
Using a mortal body to seize the superior gods in his hands, and to pursue and kill the superior sun-controlling god Xihe, is the arrogance of the human race and the first resistance. Here, the desolate legend of ancient times returns to the earth.