Watching the sword energy dissipate, his companions were killed in an instant and turned into the purest turbid energy, returning to the original reincarnation of everything in the world. The remaining demon gods' original arrogance was all gone.
He stood there as if in disbelief, while the sword in the palm of the white-haired swordsman in front whistled slightly.
They merged into one sword, and one sword became the body, stepping forward in an instant.
The sword in his palm had already pierced the throat of a god and demon. The dense sword energy instantly filled the soul around him. Then he turned and slashed, and the fierce arc of sword energy swept across into a full moon. Many gods and demons could no longer hold back, as if they knew no fear.
Not knowing any fear, they roared and rushed forward. For the second time in his life, Wei Yuan entered a state of absolute forgetfulness of self and sword.
It is not the state of forgetting the sword as the secular swordsmen call it.
But forget it completely.
Besides - where is the sword?
What I said was just a name he reluctantly gave to that thing.
Then the sword is not enough to be a form and restraint imposed by the secular mediocre people.
It's just a title.
Wei Yuan's Qi flowed, and when he gradually began to forget that the inner essence of the true spirit was perfect, even the power of cause and effect began to potentially repel it. He raised his hand and drew his sword, and in one breath, the sword energy of the Hundred Thousand Miles Kunlun passed through all the phenomena of the world in an instant.
, the front was dripping with blood, no one knew how many people had been killed, and finally even the demon stopped in his tracks.
I don’t know whether it’s fear, worry and fear, or whether the front is a realm that even the arrogant and unruly demon god who is not afraid of death dare not set foot. The white-haired swordsman holds the sword in his right hand and clasps the five fingers of his left hand, but he doesn’t know.
He grabbed a wine gourd from somewhere, then raised his neck and drank heavily. The wine spilled down his sleeves and robes, wetted his clothes, and caused piercing pain when it fell on the wound.
It fell on the invisible and substantial sword with great force.
In front is the place where the great master of the troubled world is.
Behind him were gods and demons who wanted the white-haired swordsman in front of him to die. So he drank this bottle of wine more and more comfortably and heartily. Being watched by others drinking, Wei Yuan felt so happy.
He drank up the pot of Chang'an's wine in a big gulp. He wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeves and squinted at the many gods and demons who were gnashing their teeth and angry but dared not come forward even half a step. He smiled lazily:
"It took too long to kill."
"My mouth is a little dry."
"Drink some wine, don't be weird."
"you!!!!
The gods and demons stood up in anger, holding a huge ax in their hands, with great arrogance, but they did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.
The swordsman's eyes stared at him coldly, causing him to subconsciously take a step back.
"Who is making the noise outside?"
At the very core of this troubled world, the man in long clothes spoke in a calm and gentle tone, as if he had just woken up from a big dream: "The land is noisy and desolate."
Surrounded by the core members of the troubled world, one of them was tall and seemed to be the most mature giant man in the world. He opened his eyes, his eyes were calm, vast and heavy. He just glanced outside and said slowly:
"... He is a monk from the Qing Dynasty who has come here again. The previous movements in Kunlun Ruins must have been caused by him."
"...Qingshi?"
Just like waking up from a big dream, but still a little sleepy, the Great Lord Zhuoshi said: "It's interesting, which god from the wilderness is it, or is it from Kunlun? Let me guess, although the Emperor of Heaven in the Qing Dynasty often
He came, but he never took the step to see me, probably because he was worried about the consequences if he fought with all his strength."
"It is absolutely impossible for you to think that you were defeated by me and to be so arrogant and conceited."
"It's either victory or death together, and even if he wins and beats me easily, he won't have such ridiculous thoughts in his heart, so even if he wins, it's still a partial victory, and the Heavenly Emperor himself will be injured and seriously injured.
, is controlled by deep sleep. Therefore, she will not come to me unless she is sure that the world will still be stable after she falls into deep sleep.
Master Zhuo Shi yawned: "Then it's that little girl from West Kunlun?" The tall, thick, towering and powerful man said slowly: "The Emperor of the West."
The Western Emperor of Kunlun, a powerful man with five powerful talents, a spear and a short sword, was also a strong man who once defeated an era.
"It can't be her, Xihuang. She is very strong, but she doesn't have the temperament to fight to the death or fight with strong enemies."
"However, it may not be impossible to change your gender.
Lord Zhuo Shi was very interested.
The tall man was silent for a moment and said, "It's not her either."
"Then it's the realm of the four seas?"
Master Zhuo Shi became slightly more interested: "The vast sea of the Gods is boundless, and there are passages to all the heavens and worlds. The splendor of countless worlds represents countless possibilities, countless collisions, and is also the best opportunity to give birth to strong men. So,
Is it Guixu or a strong man who has appeared in the four seas? The blood of the four spirits?"
The tall and steady man shook his head! "No.
Not the Emperor of Heaven and the Western Emperor.
It's not the bloodline of gods.
"It's not the Dao Body of Heaven. The Four Spirits and Four Evils paused in their voices: "Maybe you think I'm joking, but... "That's a human race."
"Human race?"
"Yes, human race."
"That race created by Nuwa?"
"Yes, the ethnic group created by Emperor Wa."
"Forget it." The Great Master of Zhuoshi lowered his eyes, as if he felt bored again. The tall man next to him didn't say anything more, because the Great Master of Zhuoshi is the strongest in Zhuoshi.
Fuxi had gone crazy and came here before. He was rampaging and arrogant along the way, killing many demons.
In the end, the Great Master took action and stopped Fuxi who had gone crazy for some reason.
I just didn't expect that even if Fuxi was seriously injured in the fight, and even fell into madness and madness due to the loss of his foundation, he would still have a backup plan. In the case of being severely injured, he could tear apart the void and the years, directly reverse the yin and yang, and annihilate him.
All dharmas rushed into the place where all dharmas were extinguished.
Otherwise, he would be killed here by the Great Master. And Fuxi is no different from dead at this moment.
As long as you come out of the land of annihilation of all laws, you will be noticed immediately.
Controlled by Hun Tian.
The emperor's last period of time was also ended by the Great Lord. Therefore, Fuxi is not the opponent of the Great Lord, let alone Nuwa who is not good at fighting and is the least good at attacking at the level of the top ten? More
Needless to say, he is just a member of the human race created by Nuwa.
Falling down layer by layer, like a child raised by your defeated enemy's sister who is not good at fighting.
How can you still have the desire and interest to fight?
If the child has a good temperament, he will just hold a candy and tell the child to go quickly and not bother him. If the child has a bad temperament, he will trample the child with his foot.
No wonder the great master lost interest in an instant and became bored.
"The human race... is an interesting race, and its collective resilience is quite impressive, but fighting is just that. You go and deal with it." Master Zhuoshi rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and there was something mysterious about his eyebrows.
His face is gentle, but his presence seems difficult to pin down using conventional appearance descriptions.
"yes."
The tall man nodded slowly.
Then he stood up. When he was sitting, he already felt an unimaginable sense of oppression. When he stood up, this oppression was enhanced and exploded like never before. The pillar of the Qing Dynasty was Buzhou Mountain.
Traveling around the six voids, the Zhuoshi is the foundation of the world. There is no Mount Buzhou that supports the heaven and earth, but there are also gods who exist as the foundation.
Lei Ben was running next to him, and a fierce-looking woman stood with her hands behind her hands.
The Thunder God of the Troubled Times and the Thunder God of the Qing Dynasty have fallen, or in other words, the Thunder God has reached its extreme, and the existence close to the Dao Fruit has been killed. In exchange, the Thunder God of the Troubled Times has experienced a surge in strength. The Thunder God still protects the troubled times where it is difficult to go out at this moment.
Beside the Great Master, the extremely tall Zhuoshi Zhiji has already summoned a dozen god-demonic warriors known as Zhuoshi.
"You have to be so cautious when dealing with a human race."
"Even Huang Zai is no match for you in a fight. Can the little toy she made out of clay be able to hurt you?"
Thor couldn't help but mock with a sneer.
The tall man said indifferently: "Do your job well."
Holding a double-edged long sword, there are blades on both sides. Only the handle in the middle exudes the majestic power of pure and turbid flow, wind and thunder, which is extremely terrifying. The body is covered with armor, and there are gods and demons behind it.
, like waves, formed a formation from the high place where the great master was, and came down majestically. The momentum was noisy and terrifying, and the eyes of [The Foundation of the Troubled World] were cold and cold.
The weapon in the hand emits majestic light, shaking everything in the world.
"kill!!!
The white-haired Taoist's sleeves and robes shook slightly, and the sword in his palm whistled slightly. Facing this treatment that he had only shown his sharp edge to the two emperors in the past, he closed his eyes slightly, clearly forgetting both things, but his expression softened, as if he was talking to himself:
"When I was young, I was not qualified to hold a sword at all. I used a pottery carving knife at that time, but I liked this thing after all. I would break a branch and wave it around randomly. Looking at Yu's Shadow Sword, I felt admiration to death.
."
"Later, the Master told me that the Six Arts of a Gentleman require me to practice swordsmanship. At that time, my sword master forged it himself. Senior Brother Zilu Kaifeng said that it was the most suitable for my nature. The bamboo from Nanshan can be used consistently, hence the name of the sword [Yi Yi Guanzhi]."
"Later, when I was in Da Qin, I used Da Qin's Iron Eagle Sword. Who can compete with Da Qin's warriors?"
"In the year of the Three Kingdoms, Liu Bei made a lot of swords and wanted to give me one, but I didn't ask for it. At that time,
A piece of bamboo was used as a sword, and the sword was used to support the ground. Later, in the Tang Dynasty, an iron bar and two wooden boards were used as a sword.
Later, during the journey back and forth, Xuanzang helped me recast the sword, it was the Chang'an sword, the Qianli Yueming of Chang'an in the Tang Dynasty; a friend gave me the Jieshi sword."
"Then, the Eight-sided Han Sword."
"Finally, the new Chang'an sword."
"Kunlun is a sword, but I suddenly have a question: Swordsman Swordsman, is this sword important?"
"What is a sword?"
"What am I?"
It is the sword that makes me, or I make the sword."
"And if the sword is not me, then where can I be? If it is me but not the sword, then where can the sword be? "Or, there is no sword in the first place."
"Since there is no sword, then how can there be swordsmanship and why do we need Dao Fruit?"
It’s just the word “I”.”
The long sword was spread across his hand, with a smile and loneliness on his face: "I'm probably going to fall asleep and forget many things."
‘Please help me think more about this issue.”
Qian is clearly a god and demon, but countless attacks, many magical powers, and all kinds of wonderful techniques are unable to hurt this person.
[The Foundation of Troubled Times] scolded angrily in a deep voice:
"presumptuous!"
"I have always been impudent!
The momentum has already been exchanged. In an instant, the white-haired swordsman laughed, tiptoed, and rushed forward in the opposite direction. The momentum was majestic. Asking why the sword was coming, the heroic momentum rose into the sky. In an instant, the sword energy tore through the sky and the earth. Bend, like a cold silver light, straight to the front, the base of the world holds the weapon in the palm, and the pupils shrink.
The sword energy explodes, and the sword intention is like a prison!
His body suddenly froze for a moment.
The surrounding gods and demons were shattered, and his sleeves and robes were stained with blood. The white-haired swordsman stepped out and stepped on the head of [The Foundation of the Troubled World]. His body was slightly bent, his long sleeves were fluttering, his white hair was scattered, and he looked like an immortal.
The unparalleled swordsman's bones, and then his energy clearly broke through the limit. The more serious the injury, the more hearty he seemed to be. He laughed wildly and stepped forward with his sword. On this day, many gods and demons heard those words:
"World Great Lord, I am a poor Taoist with great reputation. This sword brought great power to Chang'an of the Tang Dynasty. Please take a look at it!"
The sword energy is magnificent and spreads for hundreds of thousands of miles.
The entire mountain sect in front of the Grand Master's throne was chopped into pieces, and the devil's corpse was like a withered bone.