Chapter 783

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In the world of true martial arts, there is no prime minister. 7.6 million souls. Don't go back to the world, tagul family, "undead king" hidro tagul, 8.7 million souls.

Zhenwu Kingdom, Beiming Dynasty, supreme king, 6.9 million spirits. Out of bounds, the corvinas, the shadow of the full moon, ochuende corvinas. 7.96 million souls.

In a flash, the names of a total of 30 people were all on the stone tablet, and the top fighting power of both sides was disclosed!

In the universe, a pair of deep eyes look at the earth through countless light years. On earth, the same pair of calm, but more mysterious eyes, shot through the layers of sky, looking at the endless void.

Nearly ten million level of the summit monk big collision!

But, at this moment, at the top, the names of tianzai Zhenjun and Moyun Laozu all fell down, and all the names below dropped down.

Hundreds of men in white robes guard a man sitting on a golden chair in the middle of a stone tablet in Egypt. The man shook his fan, but his eyes were fixed on the stone tablet.

"Sir, this..." said one of the attendants.

"This... Is the fighting power of the princes of the two worlds." The man pursed his lips and looked like fire: "we are no worse than the real martial arts world!"

"Look! Who is not better than tianzai Zhenjun of China, Prince Murad of holy light of Vatican, Prince Alam Khan of Mecca, and others

He took a deep breath and looked into the sky: "we won't lose."

"The earth will never fail."

Before the words came down, the stone tablet not far away from them burst out into a golden light!

It's not white light. This time, the light is golden. It's not mysterious. It's overwhelming. It's like an endless sword roaring, the wind and the clouds rolling down, and the rivers rolling down!

A line of words, only one line, instead of the two lines below, appeared on the stone tablet in the misty golden light. At the top, the names of tianzai Zhenjun and Moyun Laozu all sink down. All the names below drop down one column.

However, this line of words like clouds cover the eyes, can not see clearly, as if whose name to appear, but still hesitating.

Under the Paris tower, countless people gathered, people from all over the world, they looked at each other, as if they thought of a possibility.

"Is there still a real Yuanying to show up?"“ There's only one name... That is, the strongest? No one can match? "“ Unbelievable... And... So, that's more than nine million souls? "“ Who is it? Is it us... Or the real martial arts world? "

This name is very important. It's very important.

Once the two sides reach the final stage where Yuanying has to make a move, this person is likely to make the balance of victory skew.

The whole earth seems to have a heartbeat, except for the ignorant animals. Humans, friars, demons, they really feel the heart beating in the throat. Gnash your teeth and look at the stone tablet.

In Huaxia, beside the Hukou waterfall of the Yellow River, the master of Xuanyuan sword of this generation is holding Chixiao in his hands, kneeling on his knees and holding it respectfully in his hands. In front of an old man in imitation Tang costume, he said in a deep voice: "Shizu, please draw your sword."

There was no answer.

For a long time, the voice rang out: "why draw the sword?"

"When a strong enemy comes, we must fight! There is no way to avoid war

"I'm not talented, but I know that our predecessors cut off the spirit of the real martial arts world with one sword and sat on the spot. As a younger generation, why should we shrink

"Please draw your sword!"

Silence.

Five minutes later, tens of thousands of meters around the old man were roaring all over the land, and all the plants, even cattle and sheep, were flying upward.

Chixiao sends out a joyful cry, turns into a red phoenix and rushes into the old man's hands. At the same time, a sharp sword light cuts the wind and waves and shoots directly into the sky!

I don't know when the old man has appeared in the air at a speed close to blink, singing step by step, flying away. Every step, every word, makes the sky tremble.

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has never been tried."

When these two sentences appeared, with a radius of tens of thousands of meters, all weapons, even kitchen knives, uttered a cry of sadness. Then, in the eyes of all housewives, countless swords burst through the windows and flew out of the air.

"Today, I'll show you who's going to be unfair."

After the last two sentences, the figure of the old man has disappeared.

I don't know how many thousands of miles away, Wei Chenyuan looked at Tai A in his hand in amazement. He couldn't hold it at all, so he flew away to China. As far away as Jerusalem, fish intestines let out a cry of surprise. For the first time, they broke away from Xu Yangyi and rushed to China.In the sky, the earth's protection array, the broken sword, issued a burst of intolerable buzz, as if... A magic weapon full of human blood, after a thousand years of seal, it will come out again!

Xu Yangyi looked at his hand in amazement, and then suddenly looked at Huaxia. He could feel... A strong and incomparable sword Qi was exploding from Huaxia!

"Is this the master of Xuanyuan sword?"

"Except for him, who can give an order and let all swords go back to their ancestors?"

Huaxia, Wanli CanXue breathed a long sigh of relief, however, the next second, Hukou waterfall in front of us gave a earth shaking roar!

Stone cutting horizontal swallow thin smoke, ladybugs pour roar thunder. The endless river water rushing from the top is tumbling down! Like a dragon looking back!

Jiuqu Yellow River is blocked at hukou.

"Brush!" At the same time, the first line finally appeared on the stone tablet!

Don't go back to the boundary, number two? On behalf of Xuanyuan sword master. Lingli: 9.99 million Lingli! Field: wanjian Guizong.

New York, Times Square, this moment is silent.

Even if they're just refining gas and mortals, they know what that means.

Yuanying's fighting power! Prince's fighting power! Two of the world's top super friars!

The heart is whistling and the nerves are screaming. Whoever sees these words has only a sense of belonging and a strong sense of war in his heart.

No matter mortals, friars. Whether it's gas refining or Yuanying.

Fight!

Earth, never retreat!

At the moment when the golden handwriting appeared, the whole Times Square, white people, black people and yellow people, all gave out a burst of earth shaking cheers!

There is no real world!

That's number one! Real number one!

Xuanyuan sword master, exit.

This kind of shock, this kind of heat of advancing and retreating together with glory, has no national boundaries, no race, and transcends the soul.

"We are strong, we are strong!" I don't know who called out this sentence. Suddenly, the whole Times Square was full of people.

It's not a cry, it's the kind of roaring, as if to roar out the blood of the heart.

"Never flinch!"“ Let those bastards go back! "“ X didn't lie! It's really a world war! "“ Nearly a hundred years of preparation is for the next glory! "“ Guys! Take your weapons! What are you waiting for! The Earth allies are waiting for us! "

The imperial capital, the center of the Forbidden City.

The immortal tianzai, who has never shown his true body, has no sadness or joy on his face. He sits in the void and does not hide the pressure of his spirit any more. The magnificent spirit power bursts out like a sea!

It's not a show off.

This is confidence!

This is to give the earth all soldiers, all people's confidence!

Yuan Ying here, he does not fall, the emperor does not fall.

"Buzzing..." black and white Tai Chi hovers over most of the Forbidden City, but it is so friendly to the people of the earth. I don't know how many people kneel down devoutly at the moment. Their eyes are full of blood red fighting spirit. They kneel down sincerely.

"It's true..." for a long time, tianzai looked far away and looked at Jerusalem: "in fact, in this hundred years, why don't countries worry or worry?"

"You say, the earth has done it, but there is also uneasiness in your heart. But today, everything is true. "

"You... Changed the earth."

He lowered his eyes and looked at the stone tablet. He was as calm as he was. His voice trembled slightly: "I don't know which generation of Xuanyuan sword master has finally drawn his sword?"

"We are... Strong!"

He closed his eyes, his eyelids trembled, and repeated, "it's really strong."

In Qingcheng Mountain, a green dragon roars straight up from the mountain. The voice of Xu Fangyuan, who has never appeared before, envelops the whole ancestral land of Taoism: "let Zhangjiao come to see me."

However, the Taoist priest of the whole mountain was just stunned for a second, and then his legs trembled excitedly, and he knelt down on the ground: "welcome to your ancestors!"“ Welcome you to this world! "

After Qingcheng Mountain, three pairs of old eyes opened and looked forward in disbelief.

"Is this... Yuanying's bullying?"“ The real king is here... The real king who couldn't be found last time finally appeared! "“ Good, good! Good!! Qingcheng Mountain defeated 300000 enemies here a thousand years ago. This time, we will surely kill the enemy again! "

At the Vatican, the Pope, St. Peter of light, is flying to the vault of the light. On the way, you Cardinals saluted me as if I hadn't seen them."Sir When he opened a door that had never been opened, he breathed quickly: "you..."

Inside, there is an ordinary priest.

Very ordinary, ordinary to the extreme, he gently took out a Bible, slowly flipped, slowly replied: "finally... To this day."

"X didn't lie." He closed the book, his eyes seemed to see the stone tablet through the mountains and rivers: "my opponent, should I choose this moon shadow fairy?"

St. Peter of light took a deep breath, stepped forward two steps, and grasped the old man's hand: "Murad... 300 million believers have gathered at the Vatican, including 30 million friars, 10 Archduke, 8000 Marquis, 22000 earls... 5000 paladins, 3000 friars, and... Me, Pope, 10 cardinals, three Cardinals, Four Saints. The foundation of Catholicism is all here. "

"I'll... Give it to you."

The priest smiles and shakes his hand: "if you were not so obsessed with power, with your qualifications, you would have come to me. However, I don't blame you. Our foundation, faith, must be put down for practice. It's not you, it's me. "

"You are the light on your face, and I am the shadow behind you."

He straightened his face and said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid the whole Catholic Church will disappear in this war. Are you sad?"

St. Peter's hands clenched, his voice a little hoarse: "at all costs."

"By the earth, by the grace of mankind, not yet, because it is an obligation. The duty of every earth monk. Do you think I don't even have this responsibility? If I'm so weak, how can I get to where I am today? "

The priest smiles and clenches his hands: "very good."

"Well, let's see if this powerful enemy, who has crossed the light years, can devour the holy light."

Cities, mortals, friars and 100000 stone tablets let most people on the earth see the above contents. A kind of indomitable and bloodthirsty factor, which has been hidden for a long time in peacetime, boils rapidly in blood vessels and then explodes wildly.

No one is willing to give in.

No one wants to live on his knees.

Living as a hero and dying as a ghost hero, he still thinks about Xiang Yu and refuses to cross Jiangdong