Archfiend Chapter 783: : Heroic Monument (3)
The sound of "Swiss" is endless, and each name shines.
Zhenwu world, dry and empty, no phase old gentleman. Seven hundred and six hundred thousand spirits. No return, the Tagul family, the "immortal king" Xidro Tagul, 8.7 million souls.
Zhenwu Realm, Northern Ming Dynasty, Supreme King, 6.9 million spirits. No return, the Kovinus family, "full moon shadow" Ochuande Kovinus. Seven hundred and ninety six thousand spirits.
The white light is like a tide, and in an instant, the names of a total of thirty people all jumped above the stone monument, and the top combat power of the two sides were all revealed!
In the universe, pairs of deep eyes look towards the earth through countless light years. On the earth, the same pair of calm but more profound eyes shot through the layers of the sky, looking towards the endless void.
Nearly ten million peak monks collide!
But, at this moment, at the top, the names of True Monarch Tianzai, the ancestor of Mo Yun, went down together, and all the names below were dropped in a column.
Egypt, next to the stele, hundreds of men in white robes guard the man sitting in a round of golden seats in the center. The man shook his fan, but stared at the stele.
"Your Excellency, this..." an entourage said.
"This...is the prince of the two worlds." The man pursed his lips, his eyes fired: "We...are not worse than Zhenwu World!"
"Look! The true prince of China, the Holy Light Prince Murad of the Vatican, the Prince Almaty Khan of Mecca, and the latter, which one is not better than them?"
He took a deep breath and looked at the sky: "We will not lose."
"The earth will never fail."
Before the words fell, the stone monument not far away unexpectedly burst into golden light!
It's not white light. This time, the light is all golden, not misty, but overwhelming. Wherever it passes, it is like an infinite sword roaring, the wind and the cloud are falling, the river is falling!
One line of words, only one line, not two lines as below, appearing on the stone stele in the golden light. At the top, the names of True Monarch Tianzai and the ancestor of Mo Yun went down together, and all the names below were dropped down in a column.
However, this line of words is like a cloud of smoke, not clear, as if someone's name is about to appear, but still hesitating.
Under the Eiffel Tower in Paris, countless people gathered together. People from all over the world looked at each other as if they had thought of a possibility.
"This...is there a real Yuan Ying who is about to appear?" "There is only one name...that is, the strongest? No one can match?" "Unbelievable...and...then, that would exceed Nine million souls?" "Who the **** is it? Are we...or the real martial arts?"
This person's name is very important. Very important.
Once the two sides have reached the stage where Yuan Ying must take action at the end, this person... is likely to start to deflect the balance of victory.
The whole earth seems to have a heartbeat, except for ignorant animals. Humans, monks, and monsters, they really felt the heart beating in their throats. Gritting his teeth and looking at the stele.
China, next to the Hukou Waterfall on the Yellow River, the current generation of Xuanyuan Sword Master holds Chi Xiao in his hand, kneels on the ground, and holds it respectfully in his hands. Facing an old man wearing a Tang suit in front of him, he said solemnly: "Master, please draw your sword."
No answer.
After a long time, the voice sounded: "Why draw the sword?"
"A strong enemy is coming, we must fight! We must fight!"
"The juniors are not talented, but they know that our seniors cut the true martial world spirits with a single sword, sitting on the spot. As juniors, is there any reason to shrink?"
"Senior, please draw your sword!"
Silence.
Five minutes later, the whole land, tens of thousands of meters around the old man was roaring, and all the vegetation, even the cattle and sheep, flew up without strength.
Chi Xiao let out a cheerful cry, turning into a crimson phoenix and rushing into the hands of the old man. At the same time, a sharp sword light slashed the wind and waves and shot directly into the sky!
I don't know when, the old man has appeared in the air at a speed that is almost teleporting, singing one step at a time, volleying away, and every step, every word, makes the sky tremble.
"Ten years of sharpening a sword, the Frost Blade has never been tried."
When these two sentences appeared, they had a radius of tens of thousands of meters. All weapons, even kitchen knives, made a mournful cry. Then, in the stunned eyes of the housewives, countless swords broke through the windows and flew out of the air.
"Today, Shijun, who is injustice."
After finishing the last two sentences, the old man has disappeared.
I don't know how many miles away, Wei Chenyuan looked at his hand in amazement, unable to hold it at all, and actually let go and flew towards Huaxia. The fish intestine far away in Jerusalem let out an exclamation, leaving Xu Yangyi for the first time and rushing towards Huaxia.
In the sky, the earth's protective circle, the broken sword, uttered an unbearable hum, as if... a magic weapon full of human blood, after being sealed for a thousand years, it will be out of its sheath again !
Xu Yangyi looked at his hand in amazement, and then suddenly looked at Huaxia, he could feel...a powerful sword aura was bursting from Huaxia!
"This is... Sword Master Xuanyuan?"
"Except for him, who can give an order to return the sword to the clan?"
China, Wanli Canxue let out a long sigh of relief. However, the next second, the Hukou Waterfall in front of him let out an earth-shattering roar!
The stone moat swallowed thin smoke, and the sky fell down and roared with thunder. The endless river rushing from above unexpectedly rolled back! Like a dragon looking back!
Jiuqu Yellow River, was blocked at Hukou.
"Swipe!" At the same time, the first line of words finally appeared on the stone tablet!
No return, first? On behalf of Xuanyuan sword master. Spiritual power: nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand spirits! Field: Ten Thousand Swords Return to the Sect.
New York, Times Square, this moment is silent.
Even if they are just refining qi and mortals, they know what this is talking about.
Yuan Ying combat power! Prince fighting power! The top super monk in the two worlds!
The heart is whistling, the nerves are screaming, whoever reads these words has only a sense of belonging, a strong will to war.
No matter mortal, monk. Regardless of Qi refining, or Yuan Ying.
War!
Earth, never retreat!
As soon as the golden handwriting appeared, the entire Times Square, regardless of white, black, or yellow race, gave out a burst of earth-shattering cheers!
There is no real martial arts!
This is number one! The real first!
Sword Master Xuanyuan, go out.
This kind of shock, this kind of enthusiasm of being proud, advancing and retreating together, has no borders, no race, and crosses the soul.
"We are strong, we are strong!" I don't know who yelled this sentence, and the whole Times Square was full of people.
It's not a shout, it's a hoarse roar, as if to roar with blood.
"Never flinch!!!!" "Let those **** go back!!" "X didn't lie! It's really a battle of ten thousand worlds!!" "The preparation for nearly a hundred years is for the next glory!!!" "Guys! Get your weapons! What are you waiting for! The Earth Allies are waiting for us!!"
Imperial Capital, the center of the Forbidden City.
The Tianzai real person who has never shown his real body, his face is neither sad nor happy, sitting in the void, no longer concealing the spiritual pressure on his body, the majestic spiritual power burst out!
This is not showing off.
This is self-confidence!
This is to give confidence to all the soldiers and people of the earth!
Yuan Ying is here, he won't fall, neither will the emperor fall.
"Buzzing..." Black and white two-color Tai Chi coiled around, covering most of the Forbidden City, yet so friendly to the people of the earth. I don't know how many people, at this moment, they knelt on their knees religiously, with blood-red warfare in their eyes, and bowed down sincerely.
"It's really true..." For a long time, Tianzai real person looked far and looked at Jerusalem: "Actually, in the past hundred years, the countries have not worried or worried?"
"You said, the earth did it, but there was anxiety in my heart. But today, everything has become true."
"You... changed the earth."
He lowered his gaze and looked at the stone tablet, as calm as him, his voice trembled slightly: "I don't know which generation of Xuanyuan Sword Master has finally drawn his sword?"
"We... are strong!"
He closed his eyes, his eyelids trembled, and he repeated: "Really strong."
Qingcheng Mountain, a blue dragon whizzed straight up from the mountains, and Xu Fangyuan's voice, which had never been seen before, enveloped the entire Taoist ancestral land: "Let the master come to see me."
The sound is thunderous, domineering and majestic. However, the Taoist priests all over the mountain were stunned for a second, and then their legs trembled with excitement, and fell on their knees: "Welcome to the ancestor!" "Welcome to the true king!"
On the back mountain of Qingcheng, three pairs of old eyes opened, looking forward to the mountain in disbelief.
"This is... the coercion of Nascent Soul?!" "The true monarch appeared... the true monarch who could not be found last time finally appeared!" "Good, good! Good! I broke the enemy in Qingcheng Mountain a thousand years ago 300,000 yuan, this time, we must kill the enemy again!"
Vatican, St. Peter of the Pope's Light is flying straight towards the vault of the Holy Light. The salute of the cardinals on the road was unexpected.
"Your Excellency!" Pushing open a door that had never been opened before, his breathing was a little short: "You..."
Inside, is an ordinary priest.
Very ordinary, ordinary to the extreme. He gently took out a bible, flipped it slowly, and replied slowly and quickly: "Finally...this day is here."
"X didn't lie." He closed the book, his eyes seemed to see the stele through thousands of rivers and mountains: "My opponent~IndoMTL.com~ should choose this moon shadow fairy grandma?"
St. Peter of Light took a deep breath, stepped forward, and firmly grasped the old man's hand: "Murad...300 million believers have gathered in the Vatican, including 30 million monks and ten grand princes. Eight thousand marquis, twenty-two thousand earls... and five thousand holy knights, three thousand ascetics, and... I, the pope, ten cardinals, three cardinals, four saints. The foundation of Catholicism , It’s all here."
"I... give it to you."
The priest smiled and shook his hand: "If you were not so obsessed with power, with your qualifications, you would have come to me a long time ago. But I don’t blame you, our foundation, faith, always Someone let go of practice. It's not you, it's me."
"You are the light on the bright side, and I am the shadow behind you."
He straightened his face and said solemnly: "I am afraid that the entire Catholic Church will disappear in this battle. Are you sad?"
St. Peter clenched his hands, his voice was a little hoarse: "I don't hesitate."
"Received by the earth, by the blessings of mankind, have not yet returned, because this is an obligation. The obligation of every earth monk. Don’t you think I don’t even have this responsibility? If I am so weak, how can I get there? This step today."
The priest smiled and clasped his hands: "Very good."
"Then, let us see if this powerful enemy who has come across light years can swallow the Holy Light."
Cities, mortals, monks, and hundreds of thousands of stone monuments, let most people on the earth see the above content. A long-lost, unyielding, bloodthirsty factor that was hidden deep in the peaceful years, quickly boiled in the blood vessels, and then exploded like crazy.
No one is willing to give in.
No one wants to live on their knees.
Life is a master, and death is a ghost. So far, he thinks about Xiang Yu and refuses to cross Jiangdong.