Chapter 838 (1/2)
A sudden change has taken place.
Below a dead silence, black and white interlaced, is the bloody sea. The collision of millions of people, countless people die every second. Now, the wounded, the dying and the fighting all look up at the blooming place in the sky.
On the floating boat, the gorgeous woman was livid and clutching the railing. Before the waiter could speak, the woman said in a deep voice: ”roll...”
More than a dozen waiters are bandaging Su Changqing in the grand Jin palace. He pushed everyone away, worked hard to turn the remaining spirit power into a golden light, and barely flew into the air.
Brush brush brush, while he flies up, several human figures appear at the same time. It was Tianjiao who had survived the general battle before. All of them grinded their teeth, glanced at each other, and immediately looked at the battlefield.
Just in front of Liu Mingyang, in the light column projected from the starry sky, a long sword shadow slowly emerged.
Purity cannot be profaned, and nobility cannot be profaned. Domineering, expensive. It's just a virtual shadow. The surrounding space seems to be holy, with a little pure white halo.
It's like the kingdom of God.
”This is...” Chu Wu Mian took a look at the sky, where a star appeared in the daytime, casting thousands of starlight.
”Ziwei star... Emperor star comes...”
Lan Xue Lao Zu was stunned for a moment, staring at the field: ”I'm afraid it's just in an instant...”
The light column is more and more bright, and the virtual shadow is more and more solidified. Liu Mingyang looks at the front with great solemnity. A series of mysterious talismans are unfolding in the air, and the Golden Dragon in his hand... Has not listened to his control at all. Trembling, roaring, not substance, but in his soul, his blood.
It's not fear.
It's a real battle, a match for the match, a tit for tat.
”Boom!” Before the end of a word, the huge golden dragon burst out and turned into countless dragons circling around. Each dragon didn't roar, but the light in its eyes exploded, and hundreds of longan were staring at the figure in the center.
As the God of war reborn, javelin like figure in the stand, took millions of people's eyes. But the most remarkable thing is a pure white sword in his hand.
Chun Jun!
Corresponding to the call of emperor Taizu of Ming Dynasty, we come across thousands of mountains and rivers!
Xu Yangyi's chest fluctuates, his eyes twinkle and raises Chun Jun in front of him. With a flick, a dragon song resounds through the sky.
”Ming Taizu... Is this your sustenance?” Looking at the autumn water in front of him, his young and resolute face was reflected. At this moment, his blood was almost burning in his heart.
A founding emperor, who had been sleeping for thousands of years, felt the provocation of the great Jin emperor, and a trace of spirit summoned Chun Jun to come and entrusted himself with everything.
Heart to heart, with ”boom!” The sound of a, a Jinxia appeared behind him, a never felt the power slowly rising.
It's like... If you raise your hand, you can wave the clouds, and if you raise your foot, you can level the mountains and rivers.
”Emperor Qi...” Xu Yangyi's eyes moved, and Jinxia in all directions rushed into his body. This is not aura. Aura has been used up for a long time, and he can't even do it. But he felt that his whole body was full of endless power.
”Brush...” Chun Jun raised and pointed to Liu Mingyang's throat: ”three swords.”
”Defeat you.”
As soon as the voice fell, the body turned into a streamer. In the light and shadow, Chun Jun turned into a streamer and rose to the sky.
”Broken dragon platform!”
A sword, Liu Mingyang look dignified, thought to be mighty. But there was no intention of killing.
As if the summer breeze, ten thousand fireflies covered the sky.
”Dang...” all the surrounding spaces were filled with a clear and bleak sound. The sky was full of brilliance, forming a tsunami of mountains and hills. An ancient door hundreds of meters high rose from the tsunami.
In the first sword, the sound of the Phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish dragon dances all night.
”Boom!” The golden and white light exploded in an instant and turned into the brilliance of death. I don't know how many people are engrossed in watching this scene. The next second, with a dull hum, a figure flies backwards. With his rapid retreat, blood spilled a hundred meters.
”Brush!” I don't know how many people are paying attention to this place. Qi Qi stands up.
Ordinary friars are watching, foundation building friars are watching, and immortal Jindan is also watching!
At the top of Qingcheng Mountain, the three real people of Yang generation suddenly lean out and look at everything in front of them.
The two imperial weapons collided with each other, and the dignity of the two emperors collided. As a result, they were defeated like a mountain?”That's it!” In the grand Jin palace, all Tianjiao's eyes suddenly open. They can see it clearly, but they can't accept it.
Without it, the figure flying backwards, with golden dragon spirit.
However, there was no time for anyone to respond.
Just as the golden figure flies backward, a white figure all over the body follows the shadow. Chun Jun rolls all over the sky, and his voice is like the reaping God of death.