Heavenly Star

Chu Cang's eyes were half-closed and his voice was as blunt as fog: “No need, people are old, there is no longer a competing heart. These years have been isolated for more than a decade in search of the peak of martial arts. ”

He made a sound and continued to sue. All those below put their ears up, but one word was missed: “The world has spoken and stepped into the Divine Path, becoming God of man has become the limit of man, and no one has ever broken this limit since ancient times. For more than a decade, I have been nurturing God in order to see the opportunity to break through the Divine Path. Though my heart and sword have been successful, I have never had the privilege of touching the opportunity to break through the Divine Path. ”

Breaking through Shinto? A heart beats violently. When they were breaking through to the spiritual level for themselves, rejoicing in heaven, and sighing only at the divine path far from heaven, what the Sword God was pursuing was actually breaking through the divine path to reach another level above the divine level.

But is it really possible? Becoming a “god” has not reached the highest peak that man can reach? Man, can you truly break through the level of God and become God in God?

“Though I had nothing to gain, I sighed, but I also thought that after eighteen years of meditation in a quiet world, no one would ever cross the height of my place in Shinto. But I didn't want to, I saw the world. ”

In a surprised gaze, Chu Cang's body slowly descended from the air, fell not far from the flame, his eyes fell on the quiet as a stone's flame: “I am here today to see the performance of my grandson, and the hero who will rise from the sky. But it didn't occur to me that there are already people in this world who have stood at the peak of the Divine Way. As soon as the opportunity arrives, they will be able to transform again, step out of the Divine Way and enter the Divine Way - the Divine Way! ”

His words are shocking, even stunning. This is not a play, not a joke, but from the mouth of a sword god, their hearts are only shocked, but no doubt is born. One gaze follows Chu Cangwei's gaze and falls on Yan Tianwei, who, under the eyes of a master, is still so quiet, like a century-old well with no wind and waves.

“You, pursuing the path of the illusory god?” Tianwei's lips moved gently, making a fresh, watery sound.

“Well, why don't you try that?” Chu Cang looked at him and formed a strange aura between the two elderly people just as their eyes turned to each other.

“How many years have you learned? ”

Eighteen years. ”

“Me, 60 years of enlightenment.” Yan Tianwei looked at Chu Cang and slowly spit out that number.

Sixty years……

Chu Cang continued silently.

They are about the same age, all above the sixth and below the seventh. And their gap is that... Chu's pursuit of the Divine Path was eighteen years ago, and Yan Tianwei, when he had just practiced martial arts, his goal was not the peak divine level expected by ordinary people, but the divine level that no one had ever reached, or even thought of.

Indeed, the fact from ancient times to the present makes the peak that one can achieve a common sense of divine hierarchy, and hardly anyone has thought about what is above divine hierarchy. It's like, when a vast universe outside the continent becomes common sense, few people think about what's going to happen outside the universe... let alone pursue it.

Yan Tianwei's achievements stem from his all-time paranoia and insanity that no one else can understand. And more importantly, he's been locked away in a world of broken souls. Chu Cang had been enlightened for eighteen years in the end made by the Sword of Chopping Stars, and he, in the end made by the Bow of Disaster, had been enlightened to old. Combined with the inherent advantages of the blood of the North Emperor and his grandfather instilling his power in him after his old age... he stood at the peak of Shinto, only a line from breakthrough.

But this line is one that is difficult and difficult to cross. Because what it takes is not effort and time, but an opportunity that no one knows. If this opportunity is not found, there will be no further progress, even if the centenary of painstaking enlightenment is painstakingly repaired.

“You are the benefactor of the master, so… I will tell you what I understand. ”

Chu Cang: “…"

Yan Tianwei took a step and stepped on the hard rock in front of him: “Uncle Shallot, Shallot God, we haven't cut it in a long time. ”

“Oh, we haven't had a serious fight since we left there with the master.” Yan Qinghong grinned, and Yan Qingping smiled. The old dragon bell's face was wrinkled with ancient bark wrinkles.

“Today, at last, there is no need for any more concern. It's been a long time since I've been able to revive my muscles. Hehe hehe. ”

When the laughter dropped, he had reached the end of the flame: “Cane, you go too. ”

Boom!

Somewhere there came a roar, obviously not loud, but it was like a weighing hammer smashed into their hearts, causing them to tremble all over their bodies and flinch in their chests.

A raging wind swept wildly, sweeping wildly west around the flaming body. The storm was so great that the large rock above the ground flew like a light bubble. Clearly there is no cloud above the sky, but it is as if there is a dark pressed cloud pressing its head down, making the space dark, making these great experts feel like a heavy sheet of iron pressed against their bodies and hearts, so as to suppress a few aspirations to spit blood.

Bang

A loud bang, a middle-aged man who couldn't escape was hit by a big flying stone in his head, his body was taken out and his mouth was sprayed with blood... who could get here, could be an ordinary man, but in the face of the impact caused by the momentum, it was so hard to strike.

Tianwei, he just stood there quietly, his head, head, horns dancing in the air. Strong men present stood up against the momentum he had unleashed. Before Chu candled with his brief conversation, they listened in their ears and were shocked in their hearts. At this time, they finally had to believe in fear that this constantly quiet old man had really reached the “peak of the Divine Path” in Chu's mouth… His momentum was so much stronger than the “evil break” that had stepped into the Divine Path. They have never experienced, nor have they ever heard, such terrible consequences that a man can achieve by virtue of his momentum alone.

They can almost certainly shout out, this man... must be the worthy number one in the world!

Here we go!

Drink

aah!!

Three simultaneous loud and loud drinks, the flames are light. Yan Qingping, as well as the flame breaking also fully opened up, released his own momentum... For a moment, three waves containing the breath of God pushed Tianwei.

Beneath his feet, the earth rock called God's power began to shake slightly, as if it was causing the whole cliff to shake, shaking more and more intensely, but far less than their inner tremor. Looking at those two white, year-over-august dry old people, they couldn't help wondering if it would be a dream.

Two more people with the breath of God appeared in front of them. These gods, standing at the height of mankind's strength, who normally want to meet not a single god, have appeared before them today in succession… instead of the four already recognized gods, they are the four who have never seen or heard of them before.

One of them is strong, far beyond their perception. Even the Sword God said that he was no better than him.

Moreover, they came together, above their names, as if they were family members.

Judging by their aura, it is easy to know that they practise the same martial arts, which means that they are essentially "one of a kind", from the same place.

These people, what a bunch of people!

They would rather believe that these people would come from the legendary Continent of God to the Continent of Heaven.

Yan Tianwei rose up, rushed directly over the sky, flame broke closely behind, underfoot weakness, hands pushed up, Yan Qinghong and Yan Qingping rose at the same time, following Yan Tianwei's body, two pairs of dry old hands also reached out. Three airwaves of three people take on three different shapes in the direction of flaming Tianwei.

Faced with the power of the three divine classes, the flaming sky did not see any confusion, the left hand touched, that stacked offense suddenly became soothing, such as the running river turned into a raging stream, the right hand lightly pictured the void, pounding heavenly force to cover the surrounding force of the three.

Their level of combat no longer requires physical contact. For them, taking people's lives in isolation with their bare hands is as simple as probing. “God” is not only a code name, but also because they have a terrible ability to control everything in front of mortals.

The four men floated deliberately, spreading a collision of forces in the air, so that some of the relatively weak people on the ground could not bear it. Nevertheless, when the power of Flaming Tianwei collided with the power of the three, the cliffs swayed sharply before and after sunset, and under the pressure of heavy mountains, it made people feel like the hard-boiled were pressed down a few points. The flying rubble and stormy wind kept your eyes open. Underneath the aftermath of power, several masters bled out on the spot. Although the bow is fully protected by the fire and Qiusha, its face is still white.

The energy aftermath alone has severely traumatized these tremendous hands who have to tremble all over the Tianchen mainland. If directly relative… those who have not experienced what “divine power” is, at this moment, finally know how hard their strength is in front of divine ranks.

For the first time, a flaming Tianwei faced three divine masters, but the autumn color was divided equally. Both sides were forced to open by the air waves and then re-attacked each other.

Boom…

Boom…

Hu……

The moment……

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Over the sky, is the battle between “God," and they will probably only see this once in their lives, not wanting to watch this incredibly shocking confrontation in detail, without missing a single detail. But they are doomed to despair. Four people are of the same origin. They are fundamentally different from the battle of Chu Cang, Feng Chaoyang, Wuyang and Snow Girl. They are too familiar with each other's methods and tricks. They will not use any more tricks. The only thing that needs to be done is a fight of pure power. Under the pressure of power, the people below can't even lift their heads, and even if they do, they can't open their eyes. Only in the ear, there was a huge sound that shook their blood and air. Under their feet, it shook like an earthquake. The hard ground size tortoise cracked, interwoven into a dense, numb mesh.