Archive of Fate’s End Chapter 78: How many days are enemies?
Volume IV: Dragon and Tiger Converge Together] Chapter 78 How the Number of Days is Enemy (Section 3)
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Chapter Seventy-eight: How Many Days Are Against the Magic Power (Chapter Three)
After listening to Zhuo Yiping's words, the martial arts men froze for a moment, and the leading man asked, "Do you know him, lord? He is a real deity of the Yang God?" They were so afraid of the one in the Ming Dynasty Real people, the most important thing is because the opponent's strength is unknown, it may be one robbery, it may be two robbery, or even three robbery, it seems mysterious and weird. Once you can really affirm the opponent's cultivation, then either the soldiers will block it and the water will cover it. Either escape directly, so there is no need to panic.
Zhuo Yiping nodded: "More than three hundred years ago, this king had not had the first sky-tribulation, he had a hand in Wanlingling with him, and the result was evenly divided. Then the Yanbo Lake was affected by the aftermath of our game It was only born." Because that big lake rarely appears in the middle of the high mountain of Wanling, and it has beautiful scenery, it is very famous.
What Zhuo Yiping did not say is that at the time, both of them had pseudo-Vietnamese immortals, and they were barely tied. However, more than three hundred years later, the other party spent at most one heavenly disaster, just like himself, but I also refined Tiannan Dragon Vein into the boxing intention. I can partly borrow the power of the Tiannan Earth, plus the number of days of luck to suppress the other party, there is no reason to fail at all.
So Zhuo Yiping is full of confidence and wants to meet the old knowledge that came to the door for a while. As for the lack of whim, Zhuo Yiping didn't care much because the other party would definitely be blind to the heavens.
According to Zhuo Yiping’s affirmation, the several Wu Shengs breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself: “It turned out to be the enemy that the prince once fought against, not a new mysterious Yang Shen real person, so good, so Fortunately, everyone knows the truth, and it’s easy to deal with. Since he and the lord are both robbing the Yangshen real person, then with the strength of the lord and the battle on the earth in the south of the sky, even if he can’t kill him, he can still easily fight back Of."
Then they all said in unison: "That subordinate wished Wang Yeqi a victory."
Zhuo Yiping slightly jaw head, swinging his sleeves, walked outside the hall.
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Because there is a bright yellow curtain, those martial arts monks can only see a figure of a vaguely and quietly sitting robe, but even so, every time you look at the figure in the bright yellow demon Let them feel a chilling fear, become afraid of shrinking, and dare not look directly.
And many of the martial arts monks who followed the bright yellow incense, were quiet and abnormal, waiting in silence and brewing in silence. As for brewing joy, confidence, despair, and collapse, then they could only wait until the king of Zhennan Zhuo Yiping can only know after the shot.
In a quiet environment, the bright yellow agarwood flew towards the King's Mansion in Zhennan, leisurely as if going on a wild outing.
Wei Peining, Gu Canghai, Ji Ming, Lu Dayuan and others saw the sword of Shi Xuan and beheaded two people immortals with ease.
Especially some disciples who have never seen the strength of real people have a feeling that they can’t believe it. On weekdays, they are so majestic, so that they and other people are scared of hearing their names. The beheadings were so light, which made them re-confident in the path of Daomen's cultivation, became optimistic, and yearned for Yuanshen.
Shi Xuanpan sits on the bright yellow agarwood, playing with a ball of half-fingered white fingernail-like white translucent brilliance, the brilliance is composed of countless white filaments, each of which has a killing pressure and high on the top Meaning, it is the killing of heaven.
After killing Gao Hefeng and Ren Feizhou with a sword just now, Shi Xuan, through the "three talents destroying the sword" mentality that has been running, felt a piece of silk, descending from the sky, and transported himself to Jinyun and Yuanshen flesh. The stab-down sky killer, so unfolded the secret method, collected them.
"It's still too few." Shi Xuan looked at this group of heavenly murderous paths, and outside Ming and Huang Shenxiang, as several disciples became more and more confident in the path of Daomen, they flew from all directions intermittently. Silk luck converges above the yoke, but these lucks are like rootless wood and passive water, shaking and shaking, as if a strong wind blows, they will dissipate again.
"Zhuo Yiping is here." Gu Canghai looked at the hundreds of colorful escapes flying from the south of the palace in the far town, and whispered to Shi Xuan.
Shi Xuan Yuan Sense unfolded, naturally it was discovered long ago that after the jaws responded, Zi Ying Jian was ready to go.
The five disciples next to Qian no longer have the tension of rapid heartbeat and sweating in the palm when the two immortals struck just now. The power of the immortal should be achievable in a tie.
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"The King of Zhennan appeared." The martial monks who followed followed whispered.
Then they continued to remain silent and concentrated on the sky between the Ming Huang demon and Zhennan Wangfu. Their inner expectations became stronger and heavier and heavier.
After flying into the air, Zhuo Yiping appeared in shape, with a tiger’s back and a waist, his face like a knife and axe, hard and majestic, majestic like a mountain, and Shen Ning like a ground, and behind him were many martial saints and masters, neatly surrounded by he.
Seeing that the people in Huang Xiong’s silence remained the same, but only drove him to move forward slowly, Zhuo Yiping smiled and arched his hand: "I haven’t seen it in years, Dao You took the trick."
The voice fell and Zhuo Yiping punched.
As he punched this punch, it seemed to be transformed into a high mountain, heavy and simple, but compared with when he and Shixuan played back, there was a black, thick, vicissitudes of land under this mountain, and The high mountains are closely connected to make the high mountains stand more stable and become higher.
And his fist condensed into substance, turned into countless black-pressed, heavy mountain peaks, at the foot of the mountain, a huge, majestic black dragon vein appeared, which was boiling and fierce roaring, like a real dragon, and with the sky The southern earth is connected to each other, and the power of the earth is constantly being drawn.
Facing it is like facing the power of heaven and earth, and feels that you are so small that it is difficult to rise up to resist. You can only surrender and worship.
The disciples around Ming Huang Chen Xiang, such as Ji Ming and Chang Ya, were shrouded in Shi Xuan Yuan's knowledge and did not raise their surrender, but they were also panicked in their hearts. Shake, the luck gathered above the gantry shakes violently, about to dissipate.
Only Gu Canghai and Wei Peining have seen the two meet once, so even if this kind of suppression becomes larger, it can still remain normal.
While many martial art monks behind, on both sides, and below the bright yellow incense shrine, they were suppressed by this momentum, and they kneeled in the air involuntarily and worshipped piously, but they also felt this punch because they witnessed the power of this punch. The world's great power contained in them, the self-confidence in their hearts is rising, and they feel that the demon road in the bright yellow dragon can't parry this punch.
"Win!"
"Good life!"
"Really unimaginable!"
"The power of heaven and earth that can't be overcome at all!"
"The power of Dixian is really unstoppable!"
"Boxing can actually reach this point! It is unimaginable, unimaginable, it is like a world!"
...Many reactions rose in their hearts, and their confidence and momentum grew stronger and stronger.
Just when the confidence of these martial monks rose to the highest peak in an instant, the bright purple sword light was again emitted from the agar yinzhong, so that all the monks who saw this sword light could not help but emerge. Two words: majestic, unstoppable, and seemingly shimmering in four colors.
Jianguang was chopped on the black dragon veins, but he had no resistance, was torn apart, struggling to recover with the connection to the south of the earth, and the purple swordlight continued to penetrate the seat black without any delay. mountain peak.
In just a moment, Zhuo Yiping’s punch was completely penetrated, and then the purple light flashed, and a small blood spot appeared on his forehead before he could react.
"The number of days...in me...why..." Zhuo Yiping said blankly, and then there were blood marks extending to the Quartet at the small blood spot, and then Zhuo Yiping's flesh collapsed into blood drops and minced meat.
Dangdang, the faith of all martial monks fell straight down on the highest peak, like pieces of glazed glass. They all had blank eyes, fearful expressions, and pale faces. They no longer felt the sense of highness of the Taoist monks. Confidence in the path of martial arts.
What if the practice is more powerful? Even if he survives the sky-tribulation and achieves immortality, just like heaven and earth, he is still not the enemy of the other sword.
The lead cloud in the sky rolled, and a dull dry thunder hit.
Shi Xuan sees that a punishment is coming, so he uses a secret method to put away the looting sky of death, about the size of a phalanx.
The target was lost, and after the dull thunder, the lead cloud disappeared.
Ji Ming, Lu Yao, Chang Yao and others, including Gu Canghai and Wei Pei Ning, all have their eyes wide open and they are unbelievable. Zhuo Yiping didn't even block Shi Xuan's sword, which was completely unexpected and they thought it would be a battle.
“I’m afraid that Xiao Chuhe’s appearance~IndoMTL.com~ is just a draw.” They all had this idea in their hearts, and their confidence increased suddenly. The authenticity of my Taoism is not worse than that of the body, or even a victory. Because he didn't cultivate well, he was arrogant about the Taoist way.
A trace of white luck gathered from all corners of the Yuanmang world, and the luck of the fleshly sanctified road disappeared after their confidence and momentum were lost.
Ming Huang Shenxiang flew slowly towards the southern palace of Zhennan. The martial art monks behind, below, and on both sides did not continue to follow, and stood there in situ, a desperate, panic, and decadent atmosphere enveloped them.
Several martial saints in front of me saw Chen Xiangyun flying, because they had not yet recovered from the shock and sorrow, and subconsciously stepped forward to show martial arts and wanted to block it.
A four-color sword light flew by, and several martial saints turned into powder.
Many masters in the back, seeing this scene in front of them, their hands trembling, it seems that many people want to desperately, but in the end they still hang their heads and retreat to the sides, allowing Ming Huang Chen Xiang to slowly fly over them, The eyes are full of sorrow and pain, and the bright yellow agarwood disappears in the northern horizon.
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