Supreme Uprising

Heavenly Venerable Terrace is here!

The myriad laws of origin gather in Tianjingtai, looking far away, and can even see the true body of the martial arts gathered by a law of respect, hidden beneath Tianjingtai.

On the platform of Heavenly Venerable, the world will be honored!

For countless fighters, the Heavenly Place is a distant dream for them, but it still stirs them up at this moment.

“The sword fight, the sword demon will win!” On the wine floor of a large city pool, an open man shouted loudly.

The man's voice was ecstatic. And beside him, a knife about five feet long, in the void, kept ringing.

The roar of the man shook all over the place, and when the roar of the man sounded, someone coldly said: “Nonsense! ”

“Heavenly Sword is invincible, Lord Baishuan, you will not lose!” A young man with an English face with a sword behind his back.

“The next Lord of Heaven will surely be Lord White Horror. ”

The open man heard the words, glanced at the young man of Yingwu and snorted coldly: “Invincible? You say invincible, invincible! ”

“Lord Knife Demon is one and five enemies, killing God is the Emperor. Even if he is strong in the day of white shock, he is not the opponent of Lord Knife Demon. ”

The Youngwu teenager's eyes glistened cold and his palms fell directly on the sword behind him.

The sound of a sword and a knife, colliding in the void, that is, for a moment, two people who did not know each other at all, had already fought together.

This battle is only part of the myriad sword battles in the Heavenly Luck Dynasty. From ordinary, non-existent fighters to the existence of the Earth's divine realm, they fought directly because of their beliefs.

The clearer Tianzhengtai is, but none of the powerful god emperors who have climbed toward Tianzhentai in the past have emerged.

Even the divine imperial realm, which laid the heavens and the earth, did not appear before all men.

No one is surprised by this situation, and almost everyone knows what these powerful men of the Divine Empire are waiting for.

They are waiting for the sword to fight, they are waiting for two defeats and injuries, or they are waiting for two males to fall to the next.

“It would be a pity if the sword was fought, and one side won, but was besieged by other divine empires. ”

Talking to a little girl, his words filled with emotion.

A lot of people have that concern. Although the disciples in the Heavenly Sword Gate were full of confidence in the daylight of shock, they were equally worried about the situation.

After all, the White Horror is not a god, and the Knife Demon is not as powerful as usual. Once he defeated the Knife Demon in a whitewash, he was seriously injured, but whether Zuntai could survive this day was suspicious or not, even his life would be difficult to protect.

After all, the invincible Heavenly Knife died under the siege of many powerful men of the Divine Empire. But there is nothing Nguyen can do about this. After all, there are more than a dozen gods in the Heavenly Luck Dynasty.

Burning emperors, black emperors and other powerful people from four or five divine empires gathered at an unnamed mountain peak. None of them spoke, but the minds of each other were well known to each other.

Now they're all the best hunters, and they're waiting, waiting for the best time to be fishermen.

Similarly, in an unnamed cave, several powerful men of the Divine Empire sat on their knees, and in front of them, there was a treasure mirror reflecting what was happening on the Temple of Heaven.

Heavenly Sword Mountain, still calm.

But no one knows how long this calm before the storm will last. But there are fewer and fewer people around Tianzhengtai watching the bustle.

“Whimpering! ”

On Tianjian Mountain, the ten thousand swords are ringing, and the disciples of the ten thousand swordmen, who were suppressed by this atmosphere, almost instantly moved.

They had already gathered under the sword peak on that day, and at this time one eye looked directly at the heavenly sword peak.

A white figure, out of the heavenly sword peak, black-haired white coat, single-handedly holding sword, floating out, like a god.

Looking at this figure, the disciples of Sword Mountain for countless days knelt almost simultaneously on the ground. The long sword they wore, they flew straight out and went up towards the shadow.

Myriad Sword Emperor!

In Nguyen's mind, this is not only excitement, but also a concern, and the moment he sees his teacher's esteem, he is ready to speak.

After all, he is the master of Heavenly Sword Gate!

However, at the moment when he was about to open his mouth, the white sky had looked at him, just a glance, enough to allow Nguyen God to swallow all the words he was going to say.

Master knows what he's going to say!

And just as the mood of the Nguyen god reverberated, a sword whistle sounded from the void, and these swords whistled, sharply! Amazing warfare, from these swordswoops, rallied wildly.

By this time, Nguyen God had known who had appeared. He quickly turned his head and saw a man wearing a blue long shirt, strangely appearing on a mountain peak not far away.

That 10,000 swords gathered around the white shock, at this time a variety of sharp sword whistling sounds, some full of stiffness, some full of sharpness, some full of inflexibility...

The color of the Nguyen god is getting tighter, because he has already felt a great horror from that man.

It was a great terror that made him cold from the bottom of his heart, a great terror that shook him infinitely.

“The King of Knives!” I don't know why, Nguyen Shen's mouth spit out so many words!

“You didn't disappoint me.” The day of white shock opened, and his voice was calm: “Whether it's the Tenth Reincarnation or your Heavenly Knife, it's the strongest I've ever seen. ”

Luo Yunyang smiled softly: “You didn't disappoint me either, but this time the heavenly platform, I must get it. ”

“That's so full of shit.” The whitewash faintly said, and his gaze looked at the empty heavenly statue.

He is also full of aspirations for this day!

“You and I, though inevitable, must not let those insidious generations take advantage of us. ”

Speaking in shock, he pointed at the void: “Today, Tianzhentai is now, those heavenly privileges have been tied up outside the Tianjin dynasty. You and I would rather try and see who killed Xiao Xiao's younger generations than win. ”

“Exactly!” When Luo Yunyang spoke, one step out, man had disappeared into the void. And the white terror sleeve waved gently, a sword split open the void, humanizing the sword light.

After Luo Yunyang and Baiyang left, Nguyen God returned to others. He woke up from the shock and looked at the heavenly venerable platform that suppressed the heavens and the earth. Nguyen God said with a glimmer of joy in his eyes: “Something big is about to happen! ”

Deep in the palace of the Sky Luck Divine Dynasty, the man wearing the crown is sitting opposite a scholar, as can be seen from the seats of the two, at this time the two are mainly scholars.

In the hands of the writer, a finger plays two fist-sized balls, while the old man in the yellow robe waits silently.

“Dang Dang! ”

With a slight chirp, two balls crumbled in the void, and a hint of fright flashed in the author's eyes.

“Looks like I'm going to congratulate you, your dynasty, on continuing.” The writer raised his head again and his voice was blunt, but he could see a few tears in his eyes.

“Book student, I know that you will not speak falsehood in your lifetime, but you really do not believe, how can one Divine Dynasty deter all sides without the support of the Divine Empire?” The voice of the High Crown Old Man is bitter.

“No need. For the next millennium, all I have to do is deter the existence of those gods. As for you and I, if you cannot become gods in the next millennium, it is also your gods of heaven who deserve to be destroyed. ”

The eyes of the High Crown Old Man flashed, and although he had shown tremendous indifference since he saw the writer, such indifference did not mean that he was indifferent to the matter.

“What do you see? What exactly did you see?” The old man grabbed the writer's hand and his voice was filled with excitement.

“I saw the divine emperor fall, I saw the starry sky bleed, I saw the sword and raised it, but I only didn't see who could climb the throne of the divine emperor. ”

The writer, who said in a row what he saw, said in a silent voice: “I also saw that we were on the brink of becoming god emperors. ”

“How is it possible that the Emperor falls? Though there are countless spells on Heavenly Place, it is not easy to let the Emperor fall.” The High Crown said here, as if a string in his heart had been touched by something, and his words carried a hint of incredibility: “Is it possible...”

“You're right, that's it!” The writer said here, faintly: “It should have begun. ”

“Are you sure it's okay for both of them to do this?” The voice of the high crown man bears an incredible colour.

“Heaven will not honor them, they are the strongest. For the mighty, those ordinary divine empires are the ants. ”

Speaking here, the writer said with emotion: "It is a sadness not to become divine emperors like them, after all, to be able to die in their hands, is also a great blessing in life. ”

“Here we go! ”

Just as the writer spoke, the plates of burning emperors and black emperors in small spaces opened their eyes almost simultaneously, and they repaired them into the sky, all the more sensitive to the perception of danger.

Almost as soon as Luo Yunyang and Baiqiao departed, they had been warned of the divine intentions in the midst of the world.

“They dare…” The Emperor's voice was filled with anger, but no one responded to his words, because at this point, in their space, a man with a broken knife hanging from his waist had emerged.

“Gentlemen, I'm here to escort you on your way.” Luo Yunyang looked at everyone flat, his eyes were not sad or happy, and his eyes were calm and natural!

When he said that, it was like he was saying the least important thing.