Chapter 838

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.

"The second sword." Xu Yangyi rushed up, sword light overlapped, aura tsunami roared up, between the huge door, a dignified and dignified virtual shadow loomed. All the auras gathered behind him and rolled into a huge white aura funnel with the tip pointing directly at Liu Mingyang.

In a flash, youth is in the air.

Liu Mingyang's whole body is shining brightly. He feels... Now I don't know how many people are paying attention to it. He can't be defeated... All the national protection artifacts have failed, and the battle of the southwest gate of Zhenwu will be completely blocked.

He took a deep breath, and his psychic power ran all over his body. With a scream, his left half of his body was completely sunken, but his eyes showed the fierce light like a lone eagle.

"The prime minister can't be defeated, and Zhenwu can't be defeated..." the endless golden light condenses on Panlong, forming a sacred Golden Dragon sword. His incomplete body screams and rushes forward without Retreat: "just an ancient emperor, dare to be wild in front of Zhenwu?"

"To break the truth!"

Ten thousand golden dragons converged on the sea and turned into a nine clawed dragon. They roared and rushed up. Where they passed, the sky collapsed instantly, leaving countless cracks.

"Boom!" There was an earth shaking sound. In the twinkling light, a thin figure screamed and flew backwards again.

"How can it be!" On the palace of the king of Jin, all the wounded Tianjiao screamed out.

"Lose both swords?" Su Changqing suddenly stood up from meditation, the action was too big, the chest scar immediately cracked, dyed red clothes. But he ignored it and looked at the battlefield: "why... Why on earth!"

"It's the artifact of protecting the state of Jin Dynasty..." Bai Lianxin couldn't believe it: "never defeated... Unexpectedly... Defeated in the hands of an ancient emperor?"

No one dare to open his mouth. Under the palace, I don't know how many monks are shocked to watch this scene. Three swords? Really three swords? Can three swords defeat the national protection artifact?

"Is the ancient emperor of Jin Dynasty inferior to the ancient emperor of Huaxia?" Blood hand way gentleman hisses to stand up, the body is shaking, that kind of unwilling, unconvinced feeling tangles in the heart. What can this man... Do? How can you defeat the national protection artifact even if you have defeated 22 Tianjiao?

Is he a monster?!

The violent shock wave across the sky, Liu Mingyang's face is still stiff with an expression of disbelief, like a puppet directly hit several kilometers, blood spilled in the sky.

Shock expression is still on the face, pupil again appeared a man's figure.

There is no language, no expression, stepping on the void, holding the sword and walking, every step, the space is a slight shock, with the killing intention all over the sky, high jump.

A sword against the light cuts the light.

"The last sword, nameless." Xu Yangyi looks indifferent, Chun Jun reflects the brilliance of death in the sun: "remember my name."

"One day, you can't step into the country."

At this critical moment, the hand of the Dragon suddenly burst out several ancient runes. Liu Mingyang's pupils became needle like, and his body was suddenly pressed by an invisible force. Then, he felt a chill on his head, and a great wind pressure passed over his head.

"Ah..." the grand Jin palace, the peak of Qingcheng, all the active gold elixirs, all looked here.

No one can sit. The three real people of Yang generation are trembling, their eyes are shaking, their lips are trembling, and they can't say a word.

More than a dozen Tianjiao, looking at the sky dully, don't know how long, LAN blood old ancestor covered his heart back a few steps: "my God..."

Liu Mingyang only felt the hair on his back standing up. Half a second later, he was about to straighten up. Suddenly, "brush Lala..." a crisp ring, purple gold crown broken into two sections, full of white hair.

Looking at the golden crown split in two, he raised his head and saw a scene of cardiac arrest before he looked at it.

There is a white sword mark in the sky.

No, the sky in Sichuan seems to split the whole Dujiangyan District in two.

"This is the land of the king, the land of the land, the king's officials." Xu Yangyi's cold voice came from far behind: "this is the land of China. Only the emperor of China can turn the world upside down.""You can't do it."

You can't.

These four words, like thunder, burst into the dull friars' ears below.

In all directions, there was a dead silence.

Above the Zhenwu world, countless people are numb. If they say three swords, they will have three swords. Each sword shattered their remaining faith. At the time of the last stab, they heard the sound of their heart breaking.

"Gudu..." I don't know who swallowed the saliva, no one can say a word. All that remained was the black flag.

Out of control

Liu Mingyang painfully closed his eyes.

Completely out of control

I thought I could turn the tide, but I didn't expect that I was nothing in front of this monster! Holding a national protection artifact, he was defeated by the remnant spirit of the Chinese emperor. Now, even the Panlong sword doesn't convey his consciousness.

The silence below will soon usher in the outbreak of madness. At that time... The white wave will blow the clarion call of counterattack and completely block the flag of Zhenwu out of the country