Supreme Uprising

What a sword this is, no one here can describe it, except that all the heavenly kingdoms, all of them, have changed in color.

They can't stop it, and under this sword, almost everyone has only one feeling: they are ants.

Little ants, could be killed by a sword at any moment!

Ning Shenhui, for his strength, those present had long overestimated, but did not expect that he showed strength, far more than everyone else's accidents.

Lu Bingyue's eyes, a moment of pain, she knew very well that the reason for this pain was that she repaired it, it was difficult to withstand the threat of this sword light.

If Ning God walks to the Blue Dragon House and then chops out this sword, then the Blue Dragon House...

I'm afraid there will never be a Blue Dragon Marquis Mansion again!

Lu Bingyue, who had confidence in her cousin, was worried at this moment, and her confidence had collapsed with the arrival of this sword.

Not my cousin is weak, but this sword is too strong.

All the disciples of Heavenly Sword Gate, one by one, stared at each other tightly. Most of their fixes were not as good as Lu Bingyue's, but they were able to see this sword clearly because it was the same root as Ning Shen's practice of Famen.

Many of them already had a sense of pride in their own practice, but now there is nothing but shame in their hearts.

It's too big, their gap is too big. If they compare this sword to the heavens and the earth, they feel like the little ants between them.

Inside the temple of the Sky Luck Divine Dynasty, a treasure mirror hanging high in the sky, bursting into pieces, sharp swords, rushed out of the treasure mirror and fell straight towards the emperor sitting high on the throne.

“Escort! ”

The roar came from all sides, hundreds of masters, coming from all sides, but they were fast, but the sword light was faster than they were.

In other words, for a moment, the emperor is afraid to die in the light of the sword. At this time, even the eyes of the emperor are filled with fear.

“Break!” he sighed and rang in the hall. As he sighed, a tall crown appeared in the void, with an empty face.

He has more power than the emperor does not know. He stood in the sky, mirroring the emperor like an ant.

“Meet Joe!” The emperor, who had already been frightened, paid homage as soon as he saw the old man.

“Humph, no strength, look at what the strong duel is, if I hadn't left a self-defense jade on you, you'd be dead by now. ”

The man's voice filled with the smell of reprimand. But even so, the emperor still dared not speak.

Because in front of the old man, he was too far behind.

“Ancestor, the child knew wrong, but did not know that the Ning God was so strong.” The emperor said here, with a hint of clarity in his voice: “This time, Grandfather thought Ning Shenhui was winning or losing? ”

The old man glanced at the emperor and said indifferently: "Do you have to ask? ”

Five words spit out of the ancestor's mouth, suddenly calming down the people present, they knew that what the ancestor said actually represented the end of the matter.

You don't have to ask. It must be Ning Shen Huo!

“I thought it would be difficult for Ning Shen Huo to cross that Kan forever because of his pride, see if he really wanted to thank Luo Yuanchu.” In the words of the old man in the void, with a hint of emotion, three points of envy, six points of bitterness.

It was bitter, obviously, because he had not reached that point.

And at the time of the emperor's tremor, in a small book jade, the man looking over the book seemed to have sensed something.

He looked up at the sky and his eyes flashed a gloomy colour.

“Ning Shenhui, does painstaking really work better than reading?” Between his words, his eyes fell again on his books.

But after a few glances, the book burned without wind, instantly burning between heaven and earth.

The man who looked over at the book gave birth to a hint of heaviness in his peaceful, ordinary, middle-aged face.

He waved his sleeves, empty, and a picture roll appeared. This is the scene of the sword cut out by Ning Shen.

Looking at Nathansen's sword, the feeling on the book's face grew more and more, and eventually a glimmer flashed in his eyes as the old man appeared in front of the emperor.

“I can't make it! ”

But just when the writer was dark, his eyes suddenly flashed a little light, and then the object he was watching had been transferred from Ning Shenhu to Luo Yunyang.

Luo Yunyang, the performance of this moment makes him unbelievable.

In the painting, under the sword light of the broken heavens and earth, Luo Yunyang's figure appeared so small, but it was when the heavens and the earth changed color, the smile on his face remained unchanged, or so he looked.

Perhaps, in most people's eyes, Luo Yunyang's current situation is already a stunning solidification, but only by the presence of such a writer can we understand what Luo Yunyang's performance is at this time.

It's a self-confidence, a huge self-confidence, a self-confidence that winning tickets hold.

Indeed, just before the sword light was about to reach the peak of Luo Yunyang, Luo Yunyang moved. He stood up as a knife and waved gently towards the void.

This swing, it's simple, it's simply incredible. Even a lot of people think this is a kid's joke.

The palm knife was cut out, the void did not change slightly, there was no response around, and there was no reconciliation between the heavens and the earth.

It's like, it's just a normal kid, and in the sky, there's a little prank.

But when the knife was cut out, two tear marks were dropped in the student's eyes, two blood red tear marks.

He stood up suddenly, at a time when the scholar stood up a bit like a madman, his hands waving, his voice with a path of fear; “How is that possible? How is this possible? ”

With his words, the scroll that had been spread in the void, along with the sword light in the scroll, along with the Ning Shenhu in the scroll, was unified into crushed pieces.

With the breeze blowing, everything seemed like it didn't exist.

The writer couldn't believe it was true, but that was the god he practiced over the years and told him that in endless distances, the scene was happening.

As the scholar guessed, in the area where Luo Yunyang and Ning Shen Hu rival each other, this scene is being performed in front of countless people.

There are no half-white ripples, no half-white sounds, let alone half-dozen sounds. It is like the sword that broke the heavens and the earth. The one who inspired this sword was silent and broken in the heavens and the earth.

The last look of God Hugh, someone saw, was an incredible, but indeed admirable look.

White hair, white clothes, walking in the heavens, Ning Gon Hugh, that's how the body dies!

A man watching the war, at this moment, opened his mouth, and they couldn't believe what they saw was true.

But their eyes told him that in front of them, there was no peak that made them feel insurmountable, there was no strong man who had assembled 3600 swords into one!

There is no more peace in the world!

“Buzz!” A wave of sword sounded in the ears of the spectator, in which a sharp sword swept out of a disciple of the heavenly sword gate of the war, trembling in the sky.

On this sword, those present felt sad, a sorrow for a genius who fell with a sword.

More and more long swords flew out of the magazine, they stagnated in the sky, and they cried out loudly.

This sorrow, which makes people feel sad from the heart, makes people feel a sorrow from the heart.

It's a whining of a sword!

From the desert to the sea, from the high mountains to the abyss, countless swords, at this moment, there was a silent cry!

Heavenly Sword Mountain, countless holy places in the hearts of swordsmen, countless long swords are ringing, countless long swords, in long waves! However, with these sorrows, the disciples of Sword Mountain bowed their heads for countless days.

Some of them, although they didn't see the big enough to be shocked, and some of them, although they didn't even know the big enough to be shocked, knew the result from the sound of their swords.

If the gods lose, there will be no rest in the world.

A sword like a crystal, crushed in the sky!

Broken sword!

The long sword of a handle was broken into pieces silently and silently. The countless disciples of Tianjianshan, the whole heavenly god of transportation, countless people with swords, raised a sense of great difficulty for a time.

And just as this sword was grieving, it sighed, spanned time and space, and rang between heaven and earth.

Along with this sigh, a sword light, rises in Tianjianshan, this sword light at the beginning, just a little, but only momentary kung fu, this sword light has turned into a 10,000-mile long rainbow, covering half the heavens and earth.

Infinite heaven, there is only one sword at this time!

“A good trick is not to cut each other, but to be able to die in this trick, Ning Shen is not unjustly defeated. ”

“Three years later, on Heavenly Place, I'll wait for you!” A faint voice, with an unquestionable sharpness, echoes in the sky.

With the sound of this voice, the swords that were to be broken, the rapid self-repair, that is, the momentary kung fu, the long swords emitted a loud sword, a joyful sword, and a war-filled sword.

Sword sounds and vibrates, infinite sword breath and divine dynasty!

Luo Yunyang's eyes, similarly became incredibly bright, his heart, even more aroused a great excitement.

An excitement filled with the desire to fight.

“Ok!” Luo Yunyang said only one word, but this word settled the infinite sword, letting the long sword, which vibrated wildly, each quickly flew into his sheath.

“I didn't hear it wrong, so... it was the grandmaster who spoke!” There was the disciple of Heavenly Sword Gate, screaming wildly.

Compared to Ning Shenhu, Heavenly Sword Gate's true Heavenly Sword is a white shock!

And just now, talking is just as frightening as talking!