Jian Wuyuan was kicked away, his muscles and bones bursting and crackling, and his body uncontrollably smashed through the void barrier above Wanyuan World, flying into the sky.
Along the cracked void outside the world, straight into the depths of the vast sea of stars, it brought up a layer of gorgeous blood mist, which was very dazzling.
With his body arched like a ball, all the blood in his body had been dispersed long ago, and he could only passively fly out.
He never expected that he would suffer such great humiliation.
The Jinpeng Imperial Clan really didn't care about anything and wanted to break up with Jixia Dongtian.
What I didn't even expect was that as soon as I arrived, I would be beaten up by the warriors of the Jinpeng Imperial Clan, and I couldn't even fight back.
As the successor of Jixia Dongtian Sword Dao, the Sword Dao lineage prides itself on being incomparable to the three schools of Fa, Dao, and Mo, and its power is second only to these three lines.
Even in terms of combat power alone, the swordsmanship is definitely enough to take the lead among hundreds of schools in Jixia.
Even if he is a warrior from the Godless Clan, as long as he is not an old monster from the older generation, he has the strength to fight, and now he was kicked away directly.
Shame on you Such a failure was in front of countless warriors.
For him, this humiliation would be engraved for a lifetime unless the figure in front of him was completely annihilated.
Jinpeng Imperial City.
Not only the warriors from the Jinpeng Imperial Clan live here, but also the human warriors who travel between the human land and the Guixu world will also rest here.
At this moment, these warriors from all over the human race were dumbfounded.
What on earth is this for?
Is the war about to begin?
The warriors who can travel and adventure in the Guixu world are strong enough to be considered a small powerhouse on the human continent, and even have the title of king.
The scene that suddenly happened in front of them made these old guys feel shaken, as if they couldn't see clearly the general trend in front of them.
In recent times, the world has been undergoing a transformation, semi-saints have shed blood, and the whole world has been grieving.
In the vast world, ancient tribes that were mentioned in ancient legends and even had been buried for a long time without any trace appeared out of thin air.
Not to mention far away, just on the land of the human race, the human race has made great moves in recent days, which has caused panic among the human race warriors in the mountains and rivers of the five directions.
A strong person who can seal the king of heaven and earth can already have a subtle connection with the general trend of humanity, and he has already had many speculations in his mind.
After kicking the warriors from Jixia Cave Sky back into the starry sky, Qingyang Huan stood in the void, looking up at the vast starry sky that appeared in the great crack in the void beyond Wanyuan.
Above the starry sky, the bright starlight intertwined and formed a gorgeous colorful garment.
At this moment, in the starry sky world above Wanyuan, a dark shadow fell from outside the sky and the earth.
This is a huge ancient city, a war fortress to be precise.
The city walls are as high as ten thousand feet, and surrounded by towering arrow towers.
Each arrow tower is engraved with ancient patterns, and the entire war fortress is covered with pits and pits.
The mottled traces were stained with blood spots that had long since condensed into black, and large cracks penetrated the fortress.
Such large-scale war weapons specially designed for combat divisions have long disappeared in this era.
Only at the beginning of ancient times, when the human race was weak, in order to resist the hunting of foreign races, they devoted all their efforts to build it.
As Jixia Dongtian, who once guarded the West Pole Star Sky for the human continent, having such a war fortress is not an accident.
Soon, in the vast starry sky, the war fortress moved over Wanyuan, and the cold wind howled by.
At this moment, on the top of the war fortress, on a gray observation deck, Han Tian stood in a dark golden shirt with his hands behind his back.
No matter how the wind blew from all directions, they all disappeared in Han Tian's breath.
He stands on the observation deck, his figure is like a dark golden mountain, his breath turns into a dragon, his roar is like thunder falling from the sky, and his breath causes changes in the world.
"waste" With a soft groan, he exhaled and turned into thunder, which fell on the entire war fortress, but it was like thunder exploding.
A stream of light rose into the air from below and finally crashed into the interior of the war fortress.
Jian Wuyuan's body finally stabilized on a sword tower.
He was in a state of utter disarray, his robe was smoky and dilapidated, and the red blood soaked through the white robe on his chest, which was shocking.
His eyes were as red as blood, accumulating indescribable resentment, and his whole body began to be filled with vague blood flames.
There is no doubt that this is angry In full view of everyone, and in front of his peers from hundreds of schools of Jixia Dongtian, he was kicked back like this.
Anyone would feel hot all over and want to find a crack to get in.
"The Son."
Jian Wuyuan staggered to his feet, ignoring the stinging pain all over his body.
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He staggered to the observation deck, clasped his fists and bowed down.
He suppressed the surging blood in his stomach and shouted in a low voice.
In this short period of time, the war fortress in Jixiadongtian has fallen down from the atmosphere outside Wanyuan.
For a moment, many warriors saw the dark golden figure in the top of the observation tower.
The Holy Son of Jixia This is the equivalent of an ancient prince.
There is an ancient country in the cave, free from the human continent.
It does not listen to the tunes or announcements, and is free and easy.
This is even more free than the emperor's royal family.
Many warriors looked up at the sky.
Except for the people of the Jinpeng Imperial Clan who were worried, most of the warriors had excitement in their pupils.
Needless to say, such a scene would inevitably involve a big battle.
In recent times, as people who eat melons, they have been quite busy, selling all kinds of melons.
Lookout.
Jian Wuyuan endured the severe pain and bowed in salute.
His face was burning, and the pain on his body was far less than the mental torture at this moment.
"you" At this moment, Jian Wuyuan subconsciously turned his head and looked in the direction of Qingyang Huan, the resentment in his eyes condensed into substance.
"The Holy Son has made the decision for me.
The Jinpeng Imperial Clan deceived our master and destroyed our ancestors.
We should take back the inheritance of this lineage as a warning and demote the entire clan to be my slaves in the cave."
"ah" However, at this moment, his body suddenly froze, and an indescribable fear suddenly appeared in his pupils.
"Save me" Puff puff puff Screams rang out from Jian Wuyuan's mouth, and hundreds of blood flowers burst out all over his body in an instant.
His eyes suddenly went black, and he piled up in front of Han Tian like a puddle of mud. hiss This scene made the figures standing in the arrow towers in the war fortress take a breath of cold air, and silently felt a chill on their backs.
Every inch of the war bones in his body exploded, which was simply more terrifying than death. a puddle of mud Even the spine and keel of the human bloodline were broken.
Looking at the pool of bloody mud in front of him, Han Tian looked livid.
This is a slap in his face As the holy son of Jixia Cave Heaven and the future cave master, he was beaten hard.
What's more, at this moment, the disciples from all branches of Jixia Dongtian were surrounding him and looking at him.
This kind of humiliation made his eyes full of murderous intent.
It is precisely because of the gathering of hundreds of schools of thought that he is the Holy Son.
Without the support of these people, he is nothing like the Holy Son.
As the saying goes, when it comes to beating a dog, it depends on the owner.
Is this hitting the dog?
This is hitting him in the face.
Jian Wuyuan is the successor of Zhuzi's swordsmanship.
If this matter is not resolved properly today, it will cause hundreds of Zhuzi to be alienated.
Qingyang Huan stepped up into the air and looked at Han Tian levelly.
"Who are you" Killing light flashed in Han Tian's eyes.
He already knew about the Jinpeng Imperial Clan, and there was no such purple-robed figure in front of him.
Then, he shook his head slightly, his eyes still gleaming with murderous intent, and the icy coldness froze the surrounding wind.
"No matter who you are, you will die today."
If he doesn't capture Qingyang Huan today, he, the holy son, won't do it either.
Facing Han Tian's murderous intent, Qingyang Huan chuckled, stretched out his hand and gently hooked his fingers.
"If you don't come, you will be my grandson."
Qingyang Huan's tone was calm, and he didn't care at all about the killing that had condensed into reality.
"Do all the schools of thought have the same lineage as Sun Tzu?
Are you from the same lineage as Sun Tzu?
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It just so happens that I am from the same lineage as Lao Tzu." kill This sentence completely made the holy son of Jixia Cave Heaven explode.
He waved his palm out and fell down in the air.
For a moment, the four mysterious laws of wind, rain, thunder and lightning were derived from this palm.
In an instant, wind and rain intertwined, thunder and lightning mingled, and the killing light was like a vast ocean, surging and surging, covering the sky above Wanyuan World almost at once.
There were dense thunder and violent winds and rain, as if it was the end of the world.
A giant dragon danced in the sky in the violent wind and rain, hovering in the sky.
This is the legendary law of the ancestral dragon.
In the legend, the real dragon disappears without a trace, and the ups and downs of clouds and rain are just ordinary.
It gathers wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and travels across the world.
The giant dragon emerged from the wind and rain, and for a time the entire Wanyuan World was sinking and floating under the claws of this huge dragon.
The might of the dragon was vast, the wind was rolling in the remaining clouds, and the high sky seemed to be lowered all of a sudden, making all the warriors breathless.
The giant dragon carried wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and suppressed Qingyang Huan in the air.
This is the most powerful technique of the Jixia Dongtian Legalist lineage, which controls Taoism and evolves mysteriously.
The dragon was extremely huge.
Under the shadow of this dragon, Qingyang Huan was as big as an ant.
The dragon's head was entangled in the sky above his head, overlooking the humble creatures.
And Han Tian stands on top of this giant dragon, like a real god, moving clouds and raining in the sky and earth, patrolling the world.
"The Law of the Ancestral Dragon."
Qingyang Huan looked at the wind, clouds, thunder and lightning enveloped by the huge dragon.
His body did not move at all.
No matter how violent the wind and rain fell, he remained motionless as a mountain.
The spiritual world is quiet, without the slightest ripple.
No matter how heavy the outside world is, the mind is always like a pure land. clang
The giant dragon lowered his head and opened his huge mouth to swallow him, but once again he couldn't get any closer when the dragon's mouth was several feet away from him.
Wind, rain, thunder and lightning exploded at once, converging into a sea of destructive thunder, completely submerging Qingyang Huan's figure.
The center of the imperial city.
"Wanli."
On the rooftop of the imperial palace, next to Peng Wanli was a middle-aged warrior in golden clothes.
He was as imposing as a majestic mountain, with blond hair and a pair of eyes shining with dark gold.
At this moment, the mountain is also trembling slightly.
"Father, please be at ease.
Junior Brother's fortune is as bright as the blazing sun.
He will cut off the fortune conquest between our Jinpeng Imperial Clan and Jixia Dongtian."
Peng Wanli squinted his eyes and looked at the sea of thunder accumulating in the sky, with a trace of worry deep in his pupils.
Above the Wanyuan sky, the surrounding atmosphere has long been destroyed.
Buzz Facing the dragon head that was as huge as a sacred mountain, he stretched out his big hand into the void, then raised a finger in the air and pointed towards the dragon head.
What On the war fortress, when the descendants of hundreds of schools of thought saw this scene, their eyes showed surprise, which then turned into sneers. court death Han Tiannai is a descendant of the art lineage of hundreds of schools of thought.
He can sit on the position of the Holy Son not because of the modesty of the descendants of hundreds of schools of thought, but because he needs real combat power.
The Holy Son Han Tian is known as the person who has entered the imperial realm in a hundred years.
At that time, he will be the real big shot in charge of a paradise, and he will be on an equal footing with the older generation.
Half-step to the imperial realm even stronger In the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, Qingyang Huan let the wind and rain hit him, the sky and the earth swayed, and a black light flashed on his finger, which touched the dragon's head.
Buzz The giant dragon derived from the four mysterious laws of wind, rain, thunder and lightning began to melt, and the Taoist symbols derived from wind, rain, thunder and lightning were like the rain of time and flowers, crystal clear and flying.
Bah The next moment, a wisp of black light burst out from Qing Yanghuan's outstretched fingers and formed a sword.
It swept across like lightning, and the entire dragon head was split open from the middle in an instant. puff
The Holy Son of Jixia, who stood on top of the dragon's head and controlled the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, was hit by the sword light formed by Wu Guang before he could react at all.
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His body flew sideways, blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and a breath of all-encompassing energy rushed into his body in an instant, flowing along his limbs and bones.
Boom boom boom Han Tian's body staggered and retreated backwards.
Every step he took was out of reach.
The black light floating in his body burst out with fierce killing blows, cutting the flesh and blood all over his body like a knife.
Every step he took back crushed the giant dragon's shadow.
When he stopped, the huge dragon figure completely disappeared with the wind, rain, thunder and lightning in the sky.
The sky covered by wind, cloud and thunder suddenly returned to its original state.
Countless warriors saw the scene of Han Tian retreating violently, with astonishment in their eyes.
This scene is really too amazing The Holy Son of Jixia was retreating in embarrassment.
The dark golden shirt was like a burnt black spot that was very eye-catching.
It was cut open and printed on the battle body.
The Way of the Heavens Although it was only for a short moment, the black light between Qingyang Huan's fingers just flashed away, but it was captured by many warriors.
The contemporary holy son of Jixia Dongtian, mastering the magic of the Legalist lineage, evolving into a giant dragon, deriving clouds and rain, lightning and thunder, were all defeated by such a light and calm cloud.
"The Way of the Heavens" Han Tian, who was defeated in embarrassment, could not hide the look of horror in his eyes.
He lowered his head and looked at the torn marks on his shirt.
A ray of light condensed from all the heavenly ways almost caused a riot in his body.
"No wonder you are so arrogant.
Not long ago, it was you who was rumored to appear in the world of Guixu."
Looking up at Qingyang Huan, Han Tianya had suppressed the riot in his body.
In addition to the murderous intent flashing in his eyes, there was also another meaning unknowingly.
A fighting spirit surged into the sky, and the Dao of the Heavens that had just been condensed was not enough to make him afraid to take action.
The ways of the heavens are still the acquired ways to this day.
If you want to completely transform into one of the ten thousand ways of heaven and earth, you still need to go a long way.
His eyes were very sharp.
He didn't want to come to suppress the Jinpeng Imperial Clan, but he encountered such a change.
Although it is a bit unexpected, it is also good news.
As the Holy Son of the Supreme Inheritance of Cave Heaven, the various fortunes he has experienced are far beyond the imagination of ordinary warriors.
Facing the heavenly ways that are in the process of transformation, for him, it should be a kind of fortune that belongs to him.
Throughout the ages, how many warriors have pursued this realm of fusion and unity, and many myths have been born.
Perhaps this is his opportunity, an opportunity to create myths.
"You are very strong, but you will definitely become a stepping stone on my road to becoming emperor."
The aura on his body gathered again, and Han Tian looked down at Qingyang Huan.
In an instant, a simple and vicissitudes of life filled Han Tian's body.
A wisp of purple-gold divine armor sprouted from the outside of his dark golden shirt, and the winding and outlined lines formed runes that contained the charm of heaven and earth.
Apparently, he also became wary after a trace of Qingyang Huan's chaotic light penetrated his shirt and injured his body.
The runes outlined by the purple-gold divine armor rendered a desolate land of mountains and rivers.
Figures wandered among the mountains, rivers and lands, entering the ancient city and entering the tribe, passing on the path of martial arts.
The ancestors of hundreds of schools of thought traveled through mountains and rivers, and taught the fire of martial arts to the warriors of the human race.
Holy Armor of All Philosophers Seeing this armor, a king exclaimed.
As one of the most supreme inheritances in the world of Xijixing, Jixia Dongtian is not as well-known as Duanmu Ancient Kingdom now, but its ability to be passed down from the Middle Ages to the present is enough to prove its profound heritage.
This ancient armor is an ancient art of Jixia Dongtian, although Jixia Dongtian was really established in the Middle Ages.
However, the ancestors of various schools of thought have appeared as early as the beginning of antiquity, when the human race was born, but it was only when the Jixia Cave Heaven was established that the system was truly integrated.
Since ancient times, warriors from hundreds of schools of thought have led the human race from the dark and wild land to resist natural and man-made disasters.
The kindness they have accumulated is indescribable.
In that era, none of the ancestors who protected the difficult reproduction of the human race could be called a saint.
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This ancient art passed down by the ancestors is rumored to be the most powerful imperial art.
According to the legend, whoever can truly understand the great perseverance of the ancestors can reach the peak of this imperial art.
As the Holy Son of Jixia Dongtian, he can naturally practice this great art, and he has already practiced it to a very advanced level.
After deriving the Holy Armor, Han Tian's expression returned to calmness.
The grace from the ancestors of various schools of thought gave him confidence.
Immediately afterwards, a ray of sacred light floated in his hand.
The three-foot lightsaber did not burst out with sharpness, but instead exuded as thick as a mountain and river.
This is a heavy sword, shaped more like a ruler.
After holding the heavy sword, Han Tian's aura completely gathered to its peak, and his soaring aura broke through the vast starry sky and reached the top of the Nine Heavens.
"Heir of the Way of the Heavens, use all your strength to show me how great the legendary Hunyuan of the Heavens is and whether it is worthy of the eternal myth."
In a breath, the world in Wanyuan World completely changed, and was inspired by the Holy Son of Jixia.
"You are not qualified" Facing the Holy Son of Jixia who was wearing holy armor and holding a holy sword in his hand, Qingyang Huan looked at him quietly and shook his head gently.
Not qualified "furious" Han Tian, who had just calmed down, was so angry that he laughed.
The person in front of him was too arrogant.
In fact, it wasn't just him, Qingyang Huan's cold voice also spread to all directions in Wanyuan World.
Some warriors who had been ups and downs for a long time also frowned.
This is too crazy The Holy Son of Jixia Cave Heaven, under the starry sky of the West Pole, there are only a few people who can rival him in status.
According to legend, his strength has already crossed the realm of king, and it is not an exaggeration to call him half-step emperor.
Amid many doubts, Peng Wanli looked at Qingyang Huan's figure on the rooftop of the Imperial City, with a hint of thought in his eyes.
The junior brother's combat power improved much faster than he expected, but it didn't feel unexpected.
"You really don't deserve it" In the face of doubts from all directions, Qingyang Huan's eyes remained calm as he stared at Jixia Shengzi and said.
"Okay, okay, after I suppress you, you will know whether you are worthy or not."
Han Tian's eyes flashed with murderous light in an instant.
He held the Holy Sword of the Masters in his hand and walked in the direction of Qingyang Huan.
The Holy Sword of the Zhuzi, like the Holy Armor of the Zhuzi, is also a great art belonging to the hundreds of schools of Zhuzi.
It has one attack and one defense, and the attack and defense are integrated.
Buzz For a moment, the aura on Han Tian's body began to surge like a huge wave, one wave after another, surging and surging, coloring the world.
Behind him, a magnificent and desolate mountain, river and land slowly emerged, with mountains, rivers, sun, moon and stars.
Immediately afterwards, a majestic figure gradually emerged from the vast mountains and rivers.
Each of these figures is wearing a coarse linen animal robe, or even a simple animal skin covering the body, with a vicissitudes of life on their face, or holding a tortoise shell in their hands, or holding a wooden staff, or carrying a stone sword on their back, or holding a grass vine Each figure has its feet on the ground, and its body stands straight, like a stone spear piercing the ground, with its spine raised high.
This is the epitome of the ancestors of various schools of thought.
The phantoms looked hazy from a distance.
From the first one that appeared, they seemed to be burning with a wisp of fire.
When more than a hundred figures appeared, a spark of fire ignited the prairie fire.
These figures surrounded the back of Holy Son Jixia, shouting as he waved the holy swords in his hands, illuminating a piece of blue sky for a while.
Looking at the ancestors of various schools of thought, Qing Yanghuan's pupils were rendered purple, and his eyes could see through time and space.
"Have you ever remembered the bones under the dark sky?"
"Have you ever remembered that the red blood soaked the sacred soil?"
"Have you ever remembered the blue sky stained with blue blood?"
"I have never forgotten the sky stained red with blood."
"I would like to turn into firewood and light the way forward for mankind."
The ancient sacrificial sounds echoed between heaven and earth, and the world of Wanyuan World once again dimmed, and countless warriors felt the oppression originating from the depths of their blood.
The ancestors of hundreds of schools of thought moved together with Han Tian, and the ancient time and space revived, covering the world.
At this moment, the purple light in Qingyang Huan's eyes saw through the shadows of various schools of thought, and a fierce murderous intention emerged from his fists.
The Chaos Taoist Talisman seemed to be burning, and it evolved into a supreme killing blow between his fists.
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Behind it, an illusory shadow of ancient mountains, rivers and continents appeared, reflecting each other.
Buzz There was no earth-shattering explosion, no burst of divine light.
The moment Qingyanghuan's fist touched Jixia Shengzi, the world trembled slightly.
Not only that, the blood descendants of all races in the entire Wanyuan World couldn't help but feel their hearts flutter. boom Qingyang Huan stepped forward, his whole body was like burning purple jade, and his fist shook the holy swords of the disciples.
At this moment, fierce murderous intent rushed into Han Tian's body along the holy sword. click The Holy Sword of the Masters made a soft sound, and a crack appeared at the location of the impact, which then spread throughout the Holy Sword like a spider web
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