Chapter 640

Zhou Haosheng's eyes are fixed: "the sword of time Time flow lightsaber! Are you the descendant of shenglingzi? "

At the time of the founding of the great xuandynasty, Emperor Xuanwen, the great ancestor of the dynasty, had a great deal of magical power, and at the same time, some people fought with him to fight down the rivers and mountains of the great xuandynasty in the future.

At that time, King Xuanwen was in proportion to these brothers. Shenglingzi was one of them.

Later, the great Xuan Dynasty was established in the world of huangjianhai, and Xuanwen King became king. Shenglingzi and others did not stay, but disappeared.

This left a lot of speculation for future generations, such as birds, bows and hides, killing heroes and so on.

But looking at today's appearance, Zhou Haosheng knew that everyone had guessed wrong before.

Shenglingzi really didn't care about the ruling power of huangjianhai. In those days, the great xuanwang had a successful life.

Now the situation of the great Xuan Dynasty is unstable, and they even reappear to help.

At present, this man looks young, but his age is probably higher than that of Zhou Haosheng and Xuanmu Wang. He has reached the Seven Realms of wusheng and has already stepped on Xianqiao.

In the direction of the dark zongtan, step by step, as if stepping on an invisible bridge, the higher it is.

The so-called "high" is not simply a space distance up to the top of the general altar of the dark sect, but as if stepping into a higher level, overlooking Zhou Haosheng and others below.

Zhou Haosheng looks serious. He is integrated with the force of the array, like the abyss of darkness, and bears the light of the water sword falling like a waterfall above.

The darkness that engulfs and embraces all things is now resisting everything.

The sword light, which fell like a waterfall, hit the darkness, broke up and bounced up, flew away, and became invisible.

It's like the real water hitting the black rock below, splashing water.

The "young man" in the sky looked down at the general altar of the dark sect and nodded slowly. The vicissitudes in his eyes were more intense, while his facial features seemed to be a little younger.

He had a long sword in his hand. It was rusty and rotten, as if it could break at any time.

But as he wielded his sword, it became more erratic.

The speed of time in the heaven and earth stained by the sword light seems to become fast and slow, forming a twisted force.

It's like solidified darkness, under the attack of such sword light, it's also gradually opened, as if water dripping through stone.

Zhou Haosheng's robe is full of black light incantations, forming a black light curtain, which is no different from his own martial arts.

But Zhou Haosheng is in a heavy mood at the moment.

In normal times, relying on the original dark and desolate array, he can still fight one of his opponents. But now, on the one hand, he is making a sacrifice to the sun and the moon, and on the other hand, he is attacked by King Xuanmu. Zhou Haosheng suddenly feels great pressure.

The other strongmen of youdarkzong who were still in the general arena came to help, but the great xuandynasty was also as strong as clouds.

Zhou Haosheng also found that in addition to the seven strong martial saint, there are other top players in shenglingzi's team.

The situation faced by youdarkzong was very bad. The original dark flood array was about to be broken.

A terrifying spear front protrudes from the empty air. The empty space cracks directly where the spear front reaches.

The sharp edge burns a little, and the flames fall out. It seems that the heaven and earth in the corner of the Huanghe sea in the upper world are all burned up, leaving a blank.

King Xuanmu's face was expressionless. With the unique skills of five fire and seven bird guns, he urged the long gun in his hand to kill the general altar of the dark sect.

"Xuanwang gun!" When he saw the long gun, Zhou Haosheng paid more attention to it than Xuanmu, who saw the six aspects of wusheng and the later realm of God.

However, he has been implicated in all his energy by the years streamer sword above, but now he is unable to resist this terrible shot.

In the general altar of the dark sect, there are other dark sect strongmen to meet them, but they are unable to resist the spear of the xuanwang gun.

At the moment, the Xuanmu king with his gun in his hand is no weaker than the one who wields the lightsaber of the years.

The terrible spear finally broke through the dark array!

As if after the night, dawn, light back to the earth, burning light, an instant to illuminate the city and half of the cliff.

Zhou Hao's face was as deep as water, his hands closed slowly, and then he suddenly forced one point towards both sides.

The dark sky seems to be torn, bursting out the unprecedented strong light, and even obscuring the flames and years.

Dark light, dark to the extreme, gave birth to incomparably pure, incomparably dazzling brilliance.

Though fleeting, it is gorgeous.

The shining light turns into the light of terror sword, and cuts to the Xuanmu king.

King Xuan Mu calmly takes back his gun and stops Zhou Haosheng's horrible dark and brilliant sabre in the sky.

Both sides collided, and the sky was white. Fire and rain and light and rain scattered down together. The sea below was riddled with holes, and almost all the sea water evaporated.

But in the boundless white light, the seemingly unhurried time flow lightsaber once again cut to Zhou Haosheng.

Zhou Haosheng calmly responded by alternating the light and the dark, interpreting the changing mood of obscurity, turning the bright sword light into a darkness, like the light of a water sword.

However, when the speed of sword light changed, Zhou Haosheng suddenly avoided his defense and attacked in another direction.

Zhou Haosheng's heart is not good. He wakes up to the fact that the other side has a strong voice.

He wanted to change his moves, but king Xuanmu attacked again with his gun.

Between the left and the right, Zhou Haosheng couldn't give attention to both. He saw the sword light of the long time, cut off on the dark sun and the cold moon above his head!

Being swept by the sword light, the dark sun and the blue moon fall from Zhou Haosheng's head together, turning into streamers, entangled and falling into the distance.

In the unique and strange space formed by the entanglement between the quiet sun and the freezing moon, this moment is also earth shaking.

Yan Zhaoge stays in it and stabilizes her figure. She doesn't want to experience the same feeling of roller coaster just now.

Looking at the chaotic rising and falling sun and the freezing moon, feeling the interruption of the connection between this space and the original dark and desolate array, Yan Zhaoge took a long breath of dullness, and his eyes began to become sharp: "although different from what he expected, there is still a way to think."

At the same time, a powerful sword light comes from the distant sky, which is magnificent and magnificent.

King Xuanmu's eyes were slightly chilly: "Beihai sword pavilion? It's so fast. "

The sword light is startling. The target is the swordsman who is attacking the general altar of the dark sect.

The two sides exchanged swords in the middle of the air, setting off a huge storm, sweeping the four sides.

Zhou Haosheng's pressure is one of the pines. He quickly blocks Xuanmu king and xuanwang gun.

In the camp of both sides, several figures rushed out and chased the direction of the sun and the moon.

But in the other direction, there is also light, and the goal also points to the sun and the moon.

Between the rise and fall of the light, it seems that the sun and the moon alternate, which is clearly the inheritance of the Taifa of the sun and the moon.

Although shrouded by the sun and the moon, Yan Zhaoge immediately felt that the other side was close: "the people of guangmingzong......"