The Sword Dynasty
Episode 208
"From beginning to end, from forcibly recovering Yangshan County with a large army, and challenge me at this time, he wanted to take the initiative at all times."
"He doesn't just want to fight me and Han Chendi, but the whole world."
"So if you want to form an alliance, you and Yan and Chu must form a true alliance."
Yan Ying stood up, and did not see any movement on his lips, nor did anyone hear any sound. However, these three sentences clearly penetrated into Qi Di's ears.
Emperor Qi's face was solemn and solemn at this time, shining with a peculiar glow.
He knew that this was different from the usual admonition, but Yan Ying's last words.
When Yan Ying stood up, it naturally meant a challenge.
Emperor Han Chen paid a nod to him.
Yan Yingyan made his first return.
Emperor Yuanwu laughed.
While he was laughing, the top of Lushan Mountain was suddenly bathed in a strange light.
The blowing mountain breeze and the floating clouds are nothing different, but there seem to be many rays of light that would not otherwise appear, falling from a very high altitude and falling on this deer mountain.
All eyes are heavy.
This is the real eighth state, enlightening.
The sky seems to have opened up another world, and countless other people's vitality is falling down. The whole Lushan is bathed in strange brightness, and the whole mountain seems to become a bright and transparent gemstone.
Ding Ning closed his eyes.
Not because of dazzling, but because of the pain felt at this time.
The emperor Yuanwu’s cultivation experience was much higher than he thought. This was impossible, but it happened in front of him.
In any doctrine of spiritual practice, the most crucial thing is to find out the trajectory of the air flow between the earth and the earth in and around the world. At this time, Emperor Yuanwu began to enlighten the sky, and all the practitioners on the top of Lushan Mountain naturally began to feel wholeheartedly I hope that I can understand some vital truths.
However, what they did not expect was that when their consciousness and the heavens and earth seemed to fall from another world, they could only feel a huge coercion, a coercion that seemed to crush everything .
Even the seven powerful players present were no exception.
Under such coercion, their consciousness became slow.
The consciousness of the practitioner is the source of everything. When consciousness becomes slow, everything becomes slow.
All practitioners can not realize anything related to the practice from the emperor Yuanwu’s shot at this time, but feel that this entire Lushan has become a unique little world under the flow of the vitality mobilized by the emperor Yuanwu.
A small world that belongs to Emperor Yuanwu.
Thinking of fighting in a small world that belongs to his opponent, most of the practitioners on the top of Lushan Mountain could not help but become paler, and a great fear grew in their hearts.
No war is enough to make the Seven Realms fearful of life. This is the huge difference between the Eight Realms and the Seven Realms.
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The Eight Realms Qitian not only communicates with the heavens and the earth, but also opens up a new channel for the flow of heaven and earth to gain a more magnificent vitality. At the same time, it also opens up a small world of its own.
At this time, Han Chendi and Yan Ying, who were at the center of such coercion, naturally felt better than anyone else.
Han Chendi, who only forgets honor and disgrace and life and death, will naturally not feel any fear.
Instead, he smiled, sitting cross-legged, pointing his right hand as a sword, and a sword pierced towards Emperor Yuanwu.
As he sat down, countless red puffs of gas poured out of him.
These red elixir come from Thieves Pill, the countless elixir for refining Thieves Pill is originally the condensed substance of the heaven and earth's vital energy. His dignity is strong enough to contend with Qi Tian’s vitality at this time, separating him from this side of the world.
So his sitting was like dropping a red rock in a pond, no matter whether he could contend with the small world outside, but first he would stand still.
Between his right index finger and middle finger, there was also a burst of red gas. However, with the red gas flowing out, there was a fiery fiery vitality.
This is his ten years of hard work outside Yinshan, absorbed in the fire in his body.
This is his natural life.
Danqi itself is a fierce and fierce thing. At the moment, his body is used as a guide. Red Danqi and this bunch of earth fire fuse together to form a long red sword.
boom!
There is a blast furnace between heaven and earth.
A terrifying heat wave erupted in front of him, dispersing all the water around the top of Lushan Mountain.
A sword came out of the world. In the consciousness of all practitioners, this is a unique mark of Zhao Jianlu. However, at this time, Han Chendi’s killing intention and hot flame of this sword were colder than those at that time. Zhao Zhan of World War I didn't know how many times he was stronger.
Emperor Han Chen sat on the ground with two fingers sandwiching the sword of blaze of fire, calmly and joyfully thrusting into the chest of Emperor Yuanwu.
Yan Ying, who was not far from his side, did not move, and the black robe on his body bulged slightly outwards, blowing a gust of wind.
He clearly stood there motionless, but in the perception of everyone around him, he seemed to become a transparent air, disappearing in the bright light that enveloped the entire mountain of Lushan.
Unlike the emperor Han Chen's incarnation rock, the most powerful master of the Daqi dynasty seemed to transform himself into a erratic wind, hiding himself in the emperor Yuanwu's small world.
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Emperor Han Chen's sword of danhuo walked through the air.
The sword tip and the sides of the sword body are visible to the naked eye, and the lines like flowing water are constantly passing by. These are the original invisible runes formed by the emperor Yuanwu's consciousness and mobilization of vitality.
Countless shares of seemingly small but powerful energy contained in these lines were born and died, and turned into a wave of shock waves that was enough to directly shock the practitioners under the four realms, spreading around.
This is probably the strongest sword the Emperor Yuanwu has encountered since he ascended the throne, and there is still a presence like Yan Ying on the side. However, at this moment, the Emperor Yuanwu still carried his hands on his back, but looked up slightly.
Bang!
There seemed to be huge thunder in the sky.
The sound is actually a very slow thing in the world of practitioners. However, when the loud sound rang and fell, the sword of Han Chendi did not reach the chest of Emperor Yuanwu.
The oscillating sound wave passed through the bright silk, forming a strange transparent sword with a handle, and fell towards Han Chendi's body.
"The Avenue Thunder Musical Note Sword"
Ding Ning closed his eyes and said the name of Emperor Yuanwu in his heart.
Without any hesitation, Han Chendi lifted the sword in his hands upward and cut it out.
It was not that his movements were slow, but that Emperor Yuanwu was too fast.
If he hadn't changed, his body would be chopped into countless fragments by these note swords before his long sword of piercing stabbed Yuanwu Emperor.
The Red Fire Sword turned into a huge red hearth furnace that really spewed flames into the sky.
A series of transparent swords rushed into the red furnace, and a loud noise burst out.
The sound was melodious and loud.
The whole Lushan shook.
The hills outside Lushan shook.
There are many unspeakable voices between heaven and earth.
All leaves on Lushan detached from the branches and fluttered outward.
All transparent swords are broken.
However, Emperor Han Chen's body was as if being scratched by countless broken glass. Numerous cracks appeared on his leather robe, and blood stains appeared.
Yan Ying looked quietly at Emperor Hanchen and Emperor Yuanwu.
It wasn't until now that his five fingers on his right hand flicked slightly.
Five black gases ignited like a candle flame on his fingertips, quickly condensing into five round black beads.
The five black beads are connected by black silk, like a strange bracelet.
The five black beads spun and flew up, rubbing against the bright light, and made a strange violent and sharp sound. However, the black line connecting these five black beads seemed to be absolutely still. These five black beads The violent rotation seems to have nothing to do with it.
There was a crackling noise, then suddenly quiet.
Five black beads disappeared under Yan Ying's fingers, and outside the Emperor Yuanwu, there suddenly appeared five groups of violently rotating black light.
Because the speed of rotation exceeds the limit of ordinary people's perception, in the eyes of most people, these five groups of black light are also absolutely round spheres.
However, some people can perceive that inside these five groups of black light, there are five black babies with different postures.
These five babies and children all spewed unimaginable winds, and while violently spinning themselves, they also swirled around the Emperor Yuanwu.
"Grind Sword Skill!"
Emperor Chu perceived the meaning, and there were some unbelievable voices.
Huang Zhenwei, not far behind Emperor Yuanwu, also opened his eyes unbelievably.
He can be sure that this is a real grindstone sword.
The Grinding Sword Skill is one of the original creations of the man, and it is impossible to circulate it. At this time, Yan Yingming used the Grinding Sword intention, but it was slightly different. I realized this kind of sword intention from the dead body of the man.
Being able to comprehend such swordsmanship depends on talent.
Enlightenment to the dynasty of the other dynasties is for your own use, but what you need is humility and an open mind.
Apart from the Holy One, can Da Qin alone defeat this guru?
Huang Zhenwei looked at Yan Ying's figure, and there was a trace of awe in the eyes.
Emperor Yuanwu frowned slightly, seemingly unhappy.
His head was raised a bit higher, like looking up at the stars in the sky in the night.
Several white flames appeared in the sky, falling faster than those of the musical notes and swords.