These thunderbolts are too strange to come from, and they have the power of the Heavenly Dao, and the world can't fathom them.
The man had been doused with molten iron, completely sealing every part of his body, and when the electric light disappeared, the molten iron solidified again, appearing cold and hard.
The iron man stands under the plum tree, with countless plum blossoms blowing, mixed with flying snow, which seems extremely lonely and cold Completely lost his life Not a single sign of life can be felt.
"Could it be that the supreme master of the evil sect is secretly wiping out this commander of the Shenwu Army" Such a thought came to the minds of many people.
"The people of the Evil Sect are too despicable, and they are afraid of the divine power of Lord Qianfu, so they actually use this method to harm him" "This is the so-called evil sect's means of soldier against soldier, general against general.
The younger generation competes, and the older generation has the qualifications to intervene" Many people present were upset for this Shenwu Army, and of course some people were sorry, lamenting that a peerless masterpiece had just bloomed and was wiped out in the cradle.
Even Nalan Xue Fu withdrew the six swords, his eyes were cold, he scanned the sky, and said coldly: "Who is nosy?"
The thunder and lightning just now appeared so strangely that even he felt that there was a strong man of the older generation who was secretly attacking.
In the void, a ripple swept away, and an old man in a black robe broke out of the air, his god was illusory, and his voice was ethereal: "The younger generation competes, and the older generation will never kill their lives, and if they are not strong, they will wither."
The old man's words were so firm that no one could doubt them, and when he said this, he disappeared into the void again.
In the ancient city of Qianhua, there are indeed old monks of the evil sect "Who believes it, your evil sect does not play cards according to the rules, be careful of being punished by the entire immortal cultivation world."
Wang Meng roared, his heart quite angry.
The others were also angry, and the emotions of not hiding were high, the younger generation was vying for power, and the older generation of monks were not allowed to interfere, once they interfered, it would mean that a full-scale war between the two forces broke out.
"I believe," a voice sounded.
In the depths of Merlin, there is a stone platform, where two men in white Confucian clothes play chess, and the man sitting on the left is the one who just spoke.
They had been playing chess there all along, but no one had discovered their presence until this moment, and no one had ever noticed that there were two people in the depths of the Merlin.
The man sitting on the left, wearing a feather scarf on his head, has a bronze pen inserted in his bun, stabilizes his hair, thinks about a chess piece in one hand, and holds a roll of bamboo slips in the other.
If someone else does this, it will definitely make people very dissatisfied, and since they play chess, they should go all out.
Playing chess and reading books like this is an insult to the chess player.
But the man sitting opposite him was not angry at all, and even wanted to let him take a few more books to read in his hand, and it would be better to place a beautiful woman in his arms.
As long as you can distract him and let him lose a game, he can do anything, but he has never lost.
"That's the first ghost talent of the Vientiane Tower, a scholar of heaven.
Sitting opposite him was "a disciple of the Vientiane Pagoda, looking from afar, excited, and recognized the Tianshu scholar."
Bi Ningshuai was sitting on a huge plum tree in the northwest corner of Qianmei Manor at this moment, wearing a straw hat, looking over from a distance, and saw the two white-clothed men playing against each other through the layers of plum trees.
"It's Him" Bi Ningshuai's heart jumped violently, his feet slipped, and he rolled directly from the tree, "Nima oops" The two men in white have been here for a long time, but it is not until this moment that people realize that their cultivation is simply unfathomable.
"Hmph" A cold snort came from the clouds, like a divine thunder shaking the sky, "There are still such characters in the Vientiane Tower, let me see how many catties you have."
"Boom" A pitch-black heavenly knife broke through the clouds, dozens of meters long, with a wide blade and a sharp knife wave.
The air trembled as soon as the knife fell, as if a mountain was about to be split in half.
Dozens of low-level cultivators couldn't withstand the power of the sword, and the skin on their bodies was torn apart, and their bodies were directly pressed to the ground.
This power is no longer a mundane power, and monks who are not in the realm of Heavenly Destiny cannot exert it.
"Bang" The man in Confucian clothes sitting opposite the Tianshu scholar was still concentrating on pinching the chess pieces, thinking about how to fall into the chess, and his brows furrowed slightly.
He stretched out two slender fingers and directly grabbed a small piece of the blade of the Heavenly Knife.
This is a heavenly sword with aura condensed tens of meters, I don't know how much power it contains, but it was easily clamped by him, as if it was useless at all, and it seemed very relaxed.
This scene frightened the jaws off the ground, and there was a gasp in the void.
How is this possible "Boom" With a flick of his finger, the Heavenly Sword shattered, and the fragments flew back like rain, blood splattered in the void, and a scream sounded, and three black-robed figures fell from the sky.
"Fourth Highness, it's better not to be impatient.
There will be a battle between the Vientiane Pagoda and the Evil Sect, but that will have to wait until the shore of the Holy Lake, not today.
The man in a white Confucian robe landed on the chess table, and a red plum petal fell on the space.
It was His Royal Highness the Fourth Hall of the Senluo Hall who shot just now, but he was snapped by the man in white and broke the knife, and the broken knife flew back, killing the three elder monks of the evil sect, falling into the clouds and falling into pulp.
A student of the Vientiane Pagoda was overjoyed, jumped up directly, and shouted: "I finally know who he is, he is the one who ranks first in the Hundred Pagoda List." ” "Snow Mountain Lonely Swallow, Swallow Feather."
Someone rang the name for the first time.
"Yes, there must be no mistake.
The only one who can play chess against the Tianshu scholar is Yan Ziyu, and the two of them are the two of the top two people in the younger generation of Vientiane Tower. ” "People are counted as missing the sky, and the snow-capped mountain lone swallow swallow feather" The students of the Vientiane Pagoda were all excited, with these two people arriving, the evil sect was going to be arrogant.
Although Shi Yelai is an epic-level genius, he has only just broken through the first weight of the Mandate of Heaven, and he can't compete with the top geniuses of the younger generation of the Vientiane Tower.
Yan Ziyu is a figure of the same generation as the old Eight Epic-level geniuses, and has been famous for more than ten years, and has fought with the Eight Epic-level geniuses Beiming Breaking Heaven for eighty moves, but he has not fallen below.
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"Yan Ziyu is not in retreat on the eighth floor of the Infinite Tower, he once swore that he would not go out of the customs if he did not break into the ninth floor of the Infinite Tower, and now that he is out of the customs, does it represent him?"
The Heavenly Scholar smiled slightly, affirmed this person's guess, and said, "Yan Ziyu has broken into the ninth layer of the Infinite Tower, and has obtained an ancient inheritance, stepping into the ranks of epic geniuses.
That was three months ago."
"Boom" For a while, the entire Qianmei Manor exploded, this news was simply shocking, not to mention them, I am afraid that the entire immortal cultivation world will be shaken by it.
The birth of an epic genius is of great significance.
"The reason why I came late was because Brother Yan went to meet an old friend and fought a big battle, which lasted for five days and four nights, but it was an undefeated game."
Heaven is a scholar.
What kind of character Yan Ziyu is, not to mention that he has now stepped into the ranks of epic-level geniuses, and being able to fight with him for five days and four nights must be eight veteran epic-level characters.
Many people know the grievances between Yan Ziyu and Beiming Potian, and it seems that it is Beiming Potian who fights with Yan Ziyu.
If it weren't for the news of the birth of the Evil Sect from the Three Holy Counties, I'm afraid that the battle between Yan Ziyu and Beiming Breaking Heaven would continue until the winner was decided.
Several highnesses of the evil sect were moved, it was absolutely impossible for the heavenly scholars to lie, it seemed that the first rival of the evil sect had appeared.
"Today I am here to compose the Book of Epic Geniuses, and I want to record the eleventh Epic Genius and the twelfth Epic Genius into the book."
The scholar of heaven said slowly.
The crowd was in an uproar The celestial phenomenon of "dragons devouring the sky, too micro guarding the heart" has appeared for several months, and the time for the chaos in the world is getting closer and closer, and epic-level geniuses have been born one after another, far more than any other era.
But with the addition of the new generation of "Shi Yelai" and the "Little Demon" of the Feng family, there are only ten in total, Yan Ziyu is naturally the eleventh, and who is the twelfth The birth of an epic genius must be famous all over the world, could it be a peerless genius who has only appeared recently But I have never heard of an epic genius being born again.
The corners of the scholar's mouth were slightly curved, and his finger pointed at the iron man under the plum tree, and at the moment when he just pointed out in his hand, there was a soft sound in the iron man's body.
"Pop" is the sound of shattering.
A crack appeared on the iron man's body, and a white light shot out of the crack, and the light was so dazzling, like a starlight in the dark night.
"Bang, bang, bang" is another series of sounds.
There were more and more cracks on the iron man, and countless rays of light burst out from the cracks, like a piece of jade being cut out of the stubborn stone, and that kind of light made people extremely happy.
"Feng Da Niu did not die, he was reborn in the dead, and the vitality in his body rose like the rising sun."
"Could he be the twelfth epic genius?"
"Oh my God, it's incredible" This time it was even more boiling, even more boiling than hearing that Yan Ziyu had become an epic-level genius, because they witnessed the birth of an epic-level genius.
Yan Ziyu raised another chess piece and smiled at the Tiansuan scholar: "Today's battle has just begun, and I don't know if the new generation of anti-heaven heroes of the evil sect can stop it."
A son fell "Haha, the wind cow is not a good person, I'm more worried about the ten first beauties of the evil hall of the evil sect," the heavenly scholar twisted the book and laughed, laughing heartily.
Under the plum tree, sitting opposite each other and playing chess, the two laughed endlessly
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