Transcending the Nine Heavens

“Because the Purple Sky is a hero we all admire! …… ”

Xuan Long Sky grinned, seemingly unconscious. “Heroes… no matter life or death, they should not be left with regrets! His Majesty's daughter came to worship him, and we deserve it! Whatever the end result, whatever the cost, but... His Majesty, the Emperor of Purple Sky, deserves his own blood to worship! ”

“With or without this love of heaven, we will send his descendants to him! Then we'll escort you back safely! ”

When Xuanxuan finished talking, he turned around.

Walking to the door, he paused a little and muttered, “We've left regrets behind. How can we make another one? Ha-ha-ha...”

Laughter is fierce.

His figure has disappeared at the door.

Chu Yang deeply sighed.

“Chuyang, this story of yours... drives them crazy.” Purple evil sighs lightly.

Chuyang heavily said: “There is no way to do this... sooner or later, they want to know the truth... rather than let others say it, let me, the contemporary Nine Robbery Sword Lord, say it! More importantly, the current Dueling Celestial Demon... is the best time to express their emotions, and... you went to visit your father and gave them the best reason to express your emotions... If you don't let them completely explode the negative emotions in your heart, do you really want to see such a good man commit suicide with guilt? ”

Purple evil sighs: “But... they are also born to die...”

Chu Yang nodded.

This, too, was just hidden from him.

Purple evil sighs: “This is only going to be accompanied by a lot of casualties... and any one of them, casualties, will be a huge loss. If you hadn't successively made me look, I would have almost changed my mind...”

Chu Yang glanced and said: “This verse… I have my own intention. Although the Nine Swordsmen of the Ages are heroes, I will try not to surprise them if one of his brothers is not a good man. ”

His eyes turned to "Dance lightly, this is up to you. ”

Don't nod deeply.

……

In this case, there were constant shadow swings from afar, dozens of shadows coming from all directions.

“What's the matter?" someone asked anxiously, "How can you send a convening signal on this side that a non-demonic invasion cannot easily send? ”

Chu Yang looked at the people who came from afar, but another greasy enlightenment rose.

Said it was enlightenment, or touched!

The people who came, obviously, divided into seven camps!

Or should be… a group of seven. In the meantime, there is even a noticeable sense of clarity.

These people are undoubtedly friendly to each other, and there seems to be no so-called partisan difference, just a partner working together for the same purpose, but it is clear that they are different and belong to one camp after another.

Each group comes side by side, and the distance between them is precisely a unique form of watchful support; it seems that each person has focused all his attention on the brothers around him, without regard for his own blemishes or weaknesses, which have long been exposed.

But when everyone does that, all the blossoms become non-existent, or enough to entice any enemy to the deadly temptation!

Everyone's clothes vary in color, but everyone's skin, and eyes, are overflowing with a light gold color.

Immortal gold!

Everyone is in this state.

However, these seven groups, apart from their brothers, have maintained a distance from groups other than themselves.

This distance is very delicate.

We can watch and help, we can live and die together, but we can't live and die together.

What is the difference between life and death and communion? Chuyang doesn't know, but Chuyang just feels such a small gap.

“A total of seven? How can it be seven batches, it shouldn't be so much...” Chu Yang remembered a sentence: “The vast majority of the Nine Swordsmen chose to sacrifice themselves at the selected juncture to become whole brothers, except that the first generation of swordsmen chose to truly kill their brothers to become whole themselves... but eventually, he was suppressed under the Lake of Death, and the end was bleak... and the sixth generation of nine swordsmen Qin Fang that time, the fixed trajectory of the fifth decree changed, which means that everyone else has been wiped out... how can there be seven batches...”

“Did the fifth bunch of brothers actually not die?” Chu Yang has spent a lot of time in his heart, thinking about not knowing how much.

The first call came first, nine people, coming together.

From the acquiescence of others as leaders and the divine colors of these people, Chu Yang can guess: this, perhaps, is the second generation of nine brothers of the sword master storm!

That is, in fact, the first to arrive in the Nine Heavens, the first nine to start against the Warriors!

In addition to the signs of age wind cream on the faces of the nine people, there is some stability that can be noticeably felt. After experiencing life and death, it wanders between life and death for a long time, and it can only be cultivated by standing on a well-deserved force field!

This brilliant attitude makes people feel heartbroken at first glance.

The second batch, still a complete nine people whistled, the third generation nine robbed the nine brothers of Meng Cao, the swordsman.

In the third batch, there were only six people in this batch, and the most urgent of the six people came, clustered next to the three people in the sky, with an infinite concern in one divine colour. These six are obviously the other six brothers in the main days of the fourth generation of nine robbery swords, and only they will care so much about the three men such as Xuan Long Sky.

The fourth batch of people were not nine, only eight. After the arrival, the eyes were measured on Chuyang. These people did not know any of them, but the divine color of these people revealed an indescribably friendly smell, and the excitement of the Moko name.

It seems to be a long-standing desire, to be achieved, or to have been fulfilled.

Seeing Chu Yang is like seeing their most respected person, their most guilty person, and their most missed person... it's like a feeling of mediocrity.

Chuyang's mind reads electric turnaround, instantly awakens. These people must be the brothers of Yundong, the fifth generation of nine swordsmen, and also the brothers of the Dance City. Only these people will understand Chuyang and others, and show goodwill from the beginning.

Because they know everything from the mouth of the City of Dance.

Seeing these people, Chu Yang said in his heart: I tread on the dome, the sword finger Bai Yundong! I'm Yundong, who dares touch my brother?

It seems that there is already a man in the underworld, the White Sword, the Emperor has arrived!

And when Chu Yang had this mysterious expression, the look in the eyes of the eight people became even more excited.

Tears have been hidden in the eyes of some.

Because… at this moment, they think… is the same person.

The number of people in the fifth batch is also only eight, but there is a certain sense of exhaustion between the colors of God. According to the order, it should be the brothers of Qin Fang, the sixth generation of nine robbers of swords.

Looking at them, Chuyang could not help but raise a layer of uncertainty. At this moment, the eyes of the Purple Evil Question also came. On that day, Chuyang and Purple Evil Question were all parties.

The fifth utterance is still in the ear. But now these people are in front of us.

“Why are these people still alive? Didn't all the souls disappear? Didn't the souls fly away?” Chu Yang's heart was really a little confused, because on that day, the Fifth Heaven once explained that he was able to escape and return to the Nine Heavens, which absorbed the souls of all his brothers, which fortunately survived the swallowing of the black hole.

As soon as I read this, Chu Yang inevitably remembered the enemy of the day, the "Lord of the Law”, the fifth.

The one who spent tens of thousands of years alone waiting for the moment to avenge his brothers.

The original hero was transformed by a generation of heroes.

For his sake, for his hatred, to wash the entire blood of the Nine Heavens... Nine Robbery Think Tanks, Fifth!

Chu Yang sighed a long time, but inadvertently noticed that a seat was inadvertently empty between the eight men.

Chu Yang thought... this seat is meant to be reserved for the fifth person. If the fifth person is included, the whole formation becomes seamless, but... today it seems that there is a lot less of such a person, and a huge defect emerges.

But they prefer to keep this flaw, but also this seat - even though each of them knows which seat the brother belongs to, will never be here again!

Chu Yang looked at the empty space and stared at it for a long time.

In my heart, I sigh long.

Father, would you regret knowing this?

……

The sixth instalment is a complete nine-person combination. These men should be the nine brothers of the Seventh Generation and Nine Sword Lords, Lord Lin!

Chu Yang and the three of them saw the signs before, and the golden man came out, right in there.

The seventh instalment, again, consists of nine complete individuals. It is also the strongest group that feels for Chuyang. The reason why it feels so strong is not to say that these people are more powerful than others, but... Chuyang has determined the origin of these people: the 8th generation nine robbery of the Kings of the Sword!

And Chuyang and others subverted the Nine Heavens, the most powerful enemies facing the front, the Nine Dominating Families, are the descendants of the Nine!

Chu Yang suddenly felt... the day he left the Nine Heavens continent, seemed to be far, far... seemed as hazy as in previous life...

The eight people in the fourth batch did not care about the others, but just walked to Chuyang. The person in charge looked at Chuyang very sharply and said softly: “Are you Chuyang? ”

Chu Yang nodded, smiling: “Yes, I am Chu Yang. ”

The man's body trembled for a moment, and in the eyes of eight people, they suddenly shot together an extremely hot divine color.

And look at Chu Yang's waist!

Between the waist, is where ordinary people hang their sheaths.