Projection of the Heavens

Tread!

Gu Shaoshang and Yuwen Tuo staggered and stood on the edge of the huge pit.

In the bottomless pit, wisps of thick smoke floated, and the unknown crystals that were burned on the walls of the pit could be faintly seen.

"This power."

Gu Shaoshang was silent.

Even if I knew for a long time that there are countless great powers in the heavens and the world, the destruction of the stars in the blink of an eye is unbelievably tyrannical.

However, seeing such tyrannical power with his own eyes made Gu Shaoshang a little surprised.

"Cough cough!"

Yuwen Tuo's face was pale, and he kept coughing up blood.

"Look for a place to heal your wounds."

Gu Shaoshang regained his composure, and took out six Tianxiang cardamom from the nine tripods hanging from his chest.

He took three of them himself and handed them three to Yuwen Tuo.

Although the healing effect of Tianxiang cardamom is not very useful to Gu Shaoshang, it is better than nothing.

"Cough cough."

Yuwen Tuo smiled reluctantly and swallowed Tianxiang Cardamom.

The spirit was slightly shaken, and a little blood was restored on his face.

Whoosh!

Neither of the two had the nature of speaking, and walked side by side to the mountains and forests, looking for a place to heal their wounds.

......

In an unpredictable place in the endless distance, countless dark gray chaotic airflow whistled and rolled.

In the tumbling chaotic airflow, a huge palace that exists between the illusory and the real is floating slightly.

The palace was blue and black, huge and immeasurable, suppressing the endless undercurrent of chaos.

Whoosh!

In the violent churning of the chaotic sea, a tyrannical will suddenly rose up.

Buzz!

That will is indifferent and ruthless, sweeping through the Chaos Sea mightily.

"He came out!"

"He has not appeared in seven primordial chaos!"

"Is there another supreme being lurking here?"

"Hide! Hide!"

Some gods and demons living in the chaos were disturbed, and the thoughts of fear and shock were scattered.

That indifferent and ruthless will originated from chaos, sweeping the heavens, wandering the long river of time and space, and instantly alarming countless terrifying existences.

"Yuan! You've crossed the line!"

"Go back!"

In the source of time and space, there is a supreme existence that is disturbed and obscures this will.

But this will ignores it at all, without any response, it is more like an existence without thinking, avoiding several unknown places.

In an instant, it will sweep the heavens and the world.

"Get back!!!"

Until, in an infinitely huge world, four huge sword qi rose up.

These four sword qi bully the heavens and overwhelm all worlds.

I don't know if it originated in the past, or in the future, or in the present.

That will trembled slightly, as if it was judging something, and then slowly returned to the endless sea of ​​chaos.

........

In a mountain forest on the edge of Lingnan.

Whoa!

A shrill air blew past, and the leaves all over the mountain clapped.

Whoosh!

Three figures walked past the mountain forest, their faces extremely gloomy.

"enough!"

Guizhen's figure stopped abruptly and shouted loudly, "When did the plane team escape in embarrassment, chased by a group of natives?!"

His face was ferocious, and a violent look flashed in his eyes.

Whoosh!

The two swordsmen looked at each other and shook their heads secretly.

Chiyou's Seven Great Limits is the sword technique of violent killing, and all practitioners of the sword technique will be eroded by evil spirits.

Guizhen's mood was unstable at this time, and the vaguely violent sword stance had begun to affect his spirit.

"what do you want?"

The swordsman's eyes narrowed, and he said coldly, "Turn around and fight?"

"Yes, I want to kill all these natives!"

Guizhen's eyes were slightly red, and the emotions of killing and violence washed and wandered in his heart.

"Okay!"

The pharmacist's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Go, the two natives behind you, go and kill them!"

His heart was gloomy, but he also knew that if he pressed again, Guizhen's emotions would explode, and the three would kill each other.

Might as well just fight!

"Let's take action together, kill these aboriginals, and then listen for information."

The swordsman raised his eyebrows and glanced at the pharmacist and the Yin-Yang mirror in his hand.

In the ghost team, the swordsman was not the captain, but the pharmacist.

Not only does he possess a strange and unpredictable witchcraft technique, but he also possesses the yin-yang mirror, which is a sure-kill magic weapon.

"That's all."

The pharmacist sighed slightly, and the yin-yang mirror in his palm flew up and down, and he no longer had hope for the mission.

In the last mission to the world, there were already heavy casualties. There were only four people left in the eleven-member team, and the savings of several worlds were spent.

Unexpectedly, a half-compensated source harvesting mission of the main temple encountered a variable again.

But in one day, he has died and gone crazy.

With his forbearance, he couldn't help losing his patience.

"Haha! Kill! Kill!"

Hearing the pharmacist's words, Guizhen's face went mad, and he burst out laughing.

boom!

Guizhen's body swayed suddenly, and his feet exploded.

Clang!

The rising long sword ripped apart the sky, the sword intent surged, the sword momentum was turbulent, and the sword force was vast and surging.

In an instant, he stepped out dozens of feet, swept up the sky with the cold sword light, and suddenly slashed into a jungle: "Rats, all die for this uncle!"

Boom!

In the blast of the air, the swaying knife light tore apart the branches of countless trees, slashing away in a mighty manner.

Guizhen at this time is even more violent, more brutal, and more violent than when he was fighting against Song Que!

Whoosh!

The turbulent air flow threw the broken tree into the sky, and the broken branches and leaves covered the sky.

"Huh? He is indeed a master!"

In the jungle, a surprised voice sounded.

Whoosh!

Xiang Yutian's figure was fluttering like a goose feather, flying away in the air current.

"Death to me!"

Guizhen's eyes turned red, and he shouted out, the tiger soul sword in his palm raised, and it was split dozens of feet away.

It was the Storm of Seven Limits that was used in the battle against Song Que!

boom!

boom!

The ferocious and violent sword mang tiger roared up to the sky, and the scattered sword energy gathered into a hurricane of sword light, roaring straight towards Yutian.

Click! Click!

The giant tiger with the sword beam shook and shattered the void, and with a whistling, it stepped out dozens of feet, approaching Yutian.

The sound of the sword roared like thunder, piercing the sky far away, and piercing into Xiang Yutian's eardrum like a sharp arrow!

"Ha ha!"

At the moment when Sen Han's gigantic sword glow came over, Xiang Yutian sneered and his body stagnated.

"It's really a good knife technique."

A wicked smile appeared on Xiang Yutian's face, and his figure suddenly stepped in the air: "But what's the point of using it in the hands of a lunatic?

boom!

The air seemed to be blasted by Xiang Yutian's foot, and the air wave swayed from under his feet.

Bang bang bang!

Taking seven steps in a row, he squeezed a fist mark towards Yutian's five fingers, and punched him horizontally.

The fist marks are mixed with holes, like a black hole, which absorbs the dissipated power around it, and silently greets the sword light giant tiger.

Loudly!

At the moment when the sword light was approaching, the black infuriating qi covered the fist mark like gold and iron, and it suddenly oscillated in the air, smashing countless punches in an instant.

Countless fist prints swept across the sky, slamming into the body of the Daomang Giant Tiger from different places.

In the sound of golden iron and iron, the fierce and indomitable sword mang tiger shattered.

It turned into countless sword lights and flew in all directions, and was easily dodged by Xiang Yutian.

"A lunatic, what kind of knives are you playing with?"

Xiang Yutian smiled contemptuously and fell to the ground.

Since the foundation of the God of War was completed, Xiang Yutian has been flawless, although he still can't reach the point where his body can break through the void.

But the accumulation of hundreds of years has exploded, and the strength has grown so fast.

Guizhen's suffocating energy entered his brain at this time, the sword qi was fierce, but disorganized.

With Xiang Yutian's grasp of fluctuations, he could easily smash the giant sword light from the weak point.

"die!"

Returning to the truth, the tiger soul sword was raised horizontally, and the dark beads inlaid on the blade's jaws flickered with black light.

boom!

His figure suddenly stepped out and stepped forward, the strong wind followed, and the wind and thunder raged.

Approaching Xiang Yutian in an instant, he slashed out.

"Humph!"

Xiang Yutian's black robe was hunting, neither dodging nor evading, but again to meet him, his fist mark swept across the sky, avoiding the blade's edge and hitting the back of the blade.

Loudly!

The fist wind and the sword gang vibrated.

In an instant, the two were fighting together.

Clang!

The swordsman glanced at the pharmacist, his body swayed, approaching the battlefield, and the ancient sword on his back buzzed endlessly.

"Shi is here, you can't get through."

A faint voice sounded, and Shi Zhixuan was wearing a green shirt, fighting on the treetops, his figure swaying with the wind.

Whoosh!

Several dozen feet away, Ning Daoqi's face was solemn, his robe was raised, and his eyes were faint.

"Shi Zhixuan, Ning Daoqi."

The swordsman's lips twitched, and his eyes flashed, and he suddenly pinched his sword fingers.

"scold!"

The long sword he was carrying rose into the sky in shock.

In trembling, one becomes two, two becomes four...  

Loudly!

In an instant, the sky was covered by countless ancient swords, flashing pale sword light.

shhhhhh!

Comparable to ten thousand arrows, the meteor shower swept across the sky.

The overwhelming flying swords enveloped Shi Zhixuan and Ning Daoqi.

"The art of flying swords!"

Ning Daoqi was shocked, and the hands hanging by his side lifted up and stretched out.

The whole body was surrounded by clouds and mist, and the true energy suddenly burst out, and the palm of the crystal clear jade protruded like a dragon in the cloud and mist.

Go straight to the flying sword that burst.

Ning Daoqi's palm slammed out without the slightest fluctuation of energy, just like a flying dragon coming from the imperial energy.

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In the swing of his palm, he avoided the edge of the sword, reached to the ridge of the sword, and gently grasped the flying sword in his hand like a bird.

Loudly!

In the roar of sword energy, Ning Daoqi stepped towards the swordsman.

As an old-fashioned grandmaster, he may not be as domineering as Song Que, but he is old and strong, and he is not leaking.

Step by step lightly, casually.

Whoosh!

At the moment when the flying sword was enveloped, Shi Zhixuan's figure moved slightly, fluctuating slightly in the air as if illusory.

In an instant, it seemed to disappear into the sky, walking through the flying sword rain that burst into the sky like a ghost.

Approaching the swordsman.

"I really don't know how to live or die!"

The swordsman shook his head and sneered.

If they had seen the horror of flying swords, they would not have done such ridiculous things.

If he can be approached so easily, what kind of flying sword is he practicing!

He turned his fingers suddenly, pinching out a strange sword mark:

"Wan Jian Jue, hoo!"

Buzz!

The flying sword that was flying in the sky suddenly trembled, piercing the sky with its whistling, and pulling out scorching white lines.

Squeeze the ubiquitous airflow space, and stab Shi Zhixuan and Ning Daoqi in an instant!

"Um?"

Ning Daoqi strode in the rain of flying swords with a dignified face, and suddenly, a warning sign appeared in his heart.

"not good!"

He didn't think too much, and let the flying sword cut through the robe.

In the cross-flow of blood, he suddenly took a step back, and he must be flying, and all his true energy exploded.

Immediately, his palms suddenly turned upside down, and his palms swayed like a long dragon in the cloud, waving a huge gossip map, lying in front of him.

The next moment, several flying swords broke through the air.

Quickly, break the sound barrier!

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