Archfiend Chapter 838: : Breakthrough Yuanying (2)

The sudden change occurred.

There is dead silence below, and between black and white, there is a **** ocean. With the collision of millions of people, countless people die every second. And now, the wounded, the dying, the fighting, all raised their heads together and looked at the place where the talisman blooms in the sky.

On the floating boat, the gorgeously-dressed woman's face was pale, clutching the handrail. The waiter beside him wanted to speak, but before she could speak, the woman said solemnly: "Go away..."

In the Dajin Palace, a dozen waiters are putting bandages on Su Changqing. He slammed everyone away, fighting the remaining spiritual power into a golden light, barely flying into the air.

Swipe, just as he flew up, several figures appeared at the same time. That was the Tianjiao who had survived the general battle before. Everyone gritted their teeth, glanced at each other, and immediately looked at the battlefield.

Just in front of Liu Mingyang, in the beam of light projected from the starry sky, a long sword phantom slowly emerged.

Pure is not to be profanity, noble is not to be anything. Domineering, unattainable. It was just a phantom, and the surrounding space seemed to be sanctified, with a pure white halo from its starting point.

Like the kingdom of God.

"This is..." Chu Wumian glanced at the sky, where a star appeared in the day, projecting thousands of stars.

"Purple Star...The Emperor Star is coming..."

The ancestor of Lanxue was stunned for a moment, staring at the court: "The victory or defeat...maybe in an instant..."

The beam of light is getting brighter, and the phantom is getting more and more frozen. Liu Mingyang looked at the front incomparably solemnly, the layers of mysterious talisman spread out in the air, and the golden dragon in his hand...had not listened to his control at all. Trembling, roaring, not in substance, but in his soul, his blood.

That is not fear.

But the real fighting spirit is boiling.

"Boom!!!" Before the word was finished, the huge golden dragon burst and turned into countless wandering dragons coiling around. Every dragon did not roar, but the bright light burst in its eyes, and hundreds of dragon eyes stared at him. The figure in the center.

Like the reincarnation of the God of War, the javelin-like figure stood upright and took the eyes of millions of people. But the most striking thing is a pure white sword in his hand.

Chun Jun!

According to Ming Taizu's call, he came across thousands of mountains and rivers!

Xu Yangyi's chest rises and falls, his eyes flickering and he lifts Chunjun to his face, and with a light flick, a dragon chants resounding across the sky.

"Ming Taizu...Is this your sustenance?" Looking at the puddle of autumn water in front of him, the reflection of a young and resolute face, at this moment, the blood in his heart was about to burn.

A founding emperor, who has slept for thousands of years, felt the provocation of the Jin emperor, a trace of remnant spirit summoned Chunjun to come and entrusted everything to himself.

The heart was connected, and with the sound of "Boom!", a golden haze appeared behind him, and a force that had never been felt slowly rose.

As if... you can wave the clouds with your hand, and you can level the country with your feet.

"Emperor Qi..." Xu Yangyi's eyes moved, and Jin Xia from all directions rushed towards his body. This is not aura. The aura has long been used up, and it can't even be done. But he felt that his whole body was full of inexhaustible power.

"Swipe..." Chunjun lifted up and pointed at Liu Mingyang's throat: "Three swords."

"I defeat you."

As soon as the voice fell, he turned into a streamer, and between light and shadow, Chun Jun turned into a streamer and rose into the sky.

"Broken Dragon Terrace!"

With a sword coming out, Liu Mingyang's expression is solemn, he thought he was mighty. However, there was no trace of killing intent.

Like a breeze in a summer night, thousands of fireflies fill the sky.

"When..." There was a clear and bleak sound from all the surrounding spaces, and the sky was full of brilliance to form a tsunami of mountains and mountains, and an ancient door hundreds of meters high rose from the tsunami.

The first sword, the sound of the phoenix flute, the light of the jade pot, and the fish and dragon dance overnight.

"Boom!!!" The golden and white rays of light exploded instantly, turning into a splendor of death. I don't know how many people are paying attention to this scene, and in the next second, with a muffled grunt, a figure flies upside down. With his rapid retreat, blood spilled a hundred meters.

"Swipe!" Not knowing how many people are watching here, Qi Qi stood up.

The ordinary monk is watching, the foundation monk is watching, and the real Jindan is also watching!

On the top of Qingcheng Mountain, three real people of Yangzi generation suddenly leaned out of their bodies and looked at everything in front of them in shock.

The two imperial weapons collided, and the dignity of the two emperors collided, and the result... was actually defeated?

"This is!" Dajin Palace, all Tianjiao's eyes suddenly opened. They saw it clearly, but they couldn't accept it.

Without it, the silhouette of the flying upside down actually carries the golden dragon spirit.

However, there is no time for anyone to react.

Just as the golden figure flew upside down, a figure with white light all over it followed like a shadow. It was a pure Junjuan animation, and its voice was like a harvesting death.

"Second Sword." Xu Yangyi rushed forward, the sword lights overlapped, the aura tsunami roared, and between the huge door, a majestic shadow was looming. All the auras gathered behind him, rolled into a huge white aura funnel, the tip pointed directly at Liu Mingyang.

The white horse crossed the gap, and it burst into bloom.

Liu Mingyang's whole body was illuminated sharply, he felt it...now I don't know how many people are watching here, he can't be defeated...The guardian artifacts have all missed, and the battle of the Southwest Gate of Zhenwu Realm will be completely blocked.

He took a deep breath, and his spiritual energy ran across his body frantically. With a scream, his left half of his body was completely sunken, but his eyes showed the fierce light like a lone eagle.

"The truth is invincible, true martial arts are invincible..." The endless golden light condensed on the Panlong, forming a sacred Golden Dragon Sacred Sword. His mutilated body screamed and rushed forward: "The mere ancient emperor, dare to be wild in front of Emperor Zhenwu?!"

"Break the truth!!!"

The golden dragon meets the sea and turned into a nine-clawed dragon, roaring and rushing up, wherever it passed, the sky instantly collapsed and numerous cracks were melted.

"Boom!!!" There was a loud noise, and a thin figure flew out again with a scream in the light flashing.

"How is it possible!!" Above the Dajin Palace, all the Tianjiao who had recovered from their wounds exclaimed.

"Both swords are defeated?!" Su Changqing suddenly stood up from the meditation, moving too much, and the scar on his chest immediately cracked and dyed his clothes red. He didn't care about it, and stared at the battlefield: "Why...why is this!"

"This is the artifact that protects my country from the Great Jin Dynasty..." Bai Lianxin couldn't believe it, "Never failed... unexpectedly... was defeated by an ancient emperor's remnant spirit?!"

No one dared to speak, under the palace, I don't know how many monks watched this scene in shock. Three swords? Really three swords? Three swords can defeat the artifact?

"Is the ancient emperor of Jin Dynasty inferior to the ancient emperor of Huaxia!" The Blood Hand Taoist hissed to his feet, his body trembling, the feeling of unwillingness and dissatisfaction tangled in his heart. This person...what can he do? After defeating 22 Tianjiao, can he still defeat the artifact of protecting the country?

Is he a monster? !

The violent shock wave crossed the sky, Liu Mingyang's face was still stiff with an unbelievable expression, and the puppet was directly knocked into the sky for thousands of meters, and blood was spilled into the sky.

The shocked expression was still on his face, and the figure of a man appeared in his pupils again.

No words, no expressions, walking in the void with a sword, every step of the way, the space is lightly shaken, with a sky full of killing intent, jumping high.

A sword against the light, but cut through the light.

"The last sword, nameless." Xu Yangyi looked indifferent, and Chunjun reflected the splendor of death in the sun: "Remember my name."

"With real people in one day, you don't want to step into the country."

At this very moment, Panlong suddenly burst out of several ancient runes in his hand. Liu Mingyang’s pupils became pinpointed, and his body was slammed by an invisible force. Then, he only felt a chill on the top of his head. A strong wind pressure passed over the head.

"Heh..." Dajin Palace, the top of Qingcheng Mountain, all the active golden cores, all looked here.

No one can sit still. The three real people of the Yang character generation trembling body, staring at the sky with shocking eyes, trembling lips, unable to speak a word.

A dozen Tianjiao stared at the sky blankly. I don’t know how long it took. The ancestor of Lanxue took a few steps back with his heart: "My God..."

Liu Mingyang only felt the hair on his back stand up~IndoMTL.com~ After half a second, he was about to straighten up. Suddenly, "Swipe Lala..." With a crisp sound, the purple gold crown broke into two sections, and his head was scattered with white hair.

Looking at the golden crown that was split in half, he raised his head, and before he looked at his mouth, he saw a heart-stopping scene.

In the sky, a white sword mark remains.

I don't know its length, its width, and it traverses the entire Qingcheng Mountain... No, the sky in Sichuan seems to split the entire Dujiangyan area in half.

"This is the whole world. Could it be the land of the king, the shore of the land, and the court of the land." Xu Yangyi's cold voice came from far behind: "This is the land of China. Only the emperor of China can Under an order, the world was turned upside down."

"You guys, no."

You guys, no.

These four words rushed into the ears of the sluggish monk below like thunder.

There is a dead silence in all directions.

Above the real martial arts world, countless people are dumbfounded, saying three swords, just three swords. Each sword pierced their last confidence to pieces. When the last sword stabbed, they heard the sound of a broken heart.

"Goooo..." I don't know who swallowed the saliva, no one could say a word. Only the black flag was hunting.

Out of control...

Liu Mingyang closed his eyes in pain.

Completely out of control...

I thought I would turn the tide, but I didn't expect to be nothing in front of this monster! Holding the artifact of protecting the country, he was defeated by the remnant spirit of the emperor of China, and now, even the Panlong sword did not convey consciousness.

The silence below will soon usher in a frenzied eruption. At that time... the white wave will blow the horn of counterattack, completely blocking the Zhenwu banner from the country.

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