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Boom! The vast era God Xi suddenly exploded in the void, and even set off a wave of terror, making the water waves of the whole yaochi Lake surging, making the whole 33chongtian vibrate endlessly!

At this time, the monk with three bodies in one was torn up by the powerful force, and his cloak shrouded in his body showed a young and handsome face. He looked a few years older than Hongling. There were three different halos flashing around his body, which were faintly intertwined.

The young emperor of heaven, who was wearing the robes of the Yellow Emperor of Ming Dynasty, grabbed the last sword he had left, and looked down upon the incomparable emperor Zun Hongling below. His eyes were full of killing intention. He didn't want to integrate the three bodies so quickly, but the man in front of him killed two avatars, which made him very angry.

"Why, Wushuang emperor Zun, are you too surprised to speak when you see me in such a state?"

He quickly gathered together three incomplete texts of the era, and the friar roughly pieced them together into a nearly complete ancient Scripture. Even though it looked ugly because of the different nature of its power, its power was terrible.

"Don't get me wrong, sir. I just want to see how far you can break out your own power. As for being too surprised to say anything, it's better not to talk nonsense, otherwise I don't mind killing you again!"

PA, he threw the plasma on the sword onto the water. Hongling ignored the huge waves caused by the exotic God. The whole person was still in the air and didn't care about the monk whose breath was getting stronger and stronger.

"You really make people angry, have reached this point, even naive think that you can defeat me?"

He lifted his hand and waved his sword to the bottom. The friar instantly cut out a half moon shaped sword Qi and made it quickly cut down towards Hongling. The terrible sword meaning brought by the Qi blade even shattered many waves captured by the divine light, leaving behind the falling water spray all over the sky.

"It's inevitable to defeat you, but I'm still curious about your origin. Your God Xi has the power very similar to the cultivation system of the Jiang family in the divine world. Did they send you to kill me?"

Hong Ling didn't care much about the sword Qi. At the moment when he was ready to come to his body, he suddenly locked his pupils, making himself illusory. He allowed the Qi blade to grow through his body, but could not cause any damage.

"Elder of Jiang family in the divine world, Jiang Wuyi, please ask Wushuang emperor for advice!"

Jiang Wuyi didn't pay much attention to Hong Ling's evasion of the sword. He had killed two of his incarnations one after another, which shows his strength. Even though he is now the elder General of the Jiang family, who is the combination of the three gods and literary fragments, he absolutely dare not underestimate the incomparable emperor.

Even many of the powerful writers in the Western Heaven dare not ignore the power of Tianting's era. Although the remains of Sanyang Shenwen collected by his family for thousands of years are mysterious, they still can't be compared with the complete chapters.

Jiang Wuyi doesn't know how far Hongling's understanding of the divine texts of the Tianting era has reached, but he absolutely dare not underestimate him. He can become the supreme emperor of heaven from the ordinary monk in the lower world. His talent and fortune are not universal.

What's more terrible is that this man's innate talent for fighting terror is only the first battle just now. He not only killed hundreds of strong people of Tiandi, but also obliterated the most powerful people except Jiang Wuyi himself. It is not too much to say that such people are monsters in the Heaven Kingdom.

"Jiang Wuyi! As expected, it seems that you Jiang family are really going to kill me? "

Slowly solidifying himself, Hongling's sad sword constantly condenses the ancient divine writings, making the dense sword in the void interweave with each other, enveloping his whole body like the aurora, and excluding all the heterogeneous gods belonging to Jiang Wuyi.

"Era Shenwen! Have you finally revealed your power of self-cultivation? It seems that you have a very shallow relationship with your highness tiantingyue. It's really enviable that you can cultivate to such a powerful chapter. You must be very proud of the taste of soft food! "

Although Jiang Wuyi was surprised by Hong Ling's power, he didn't lose his sense. However, jealousy was inevitable.

After so many years of hard searching, the Jiang family of the divine realm has obtained the three pieces of divine literature. But as soon as Hong Ling enters the heaven court, he can practice a complete chapter. How can such treatment make people envious!

"I'm not too proud. In short, it's delicious. If you admire me, you can eat a soft meal with your ability. Then you will know how I feel now."

Facing the man's disdain, Hong Ling's body suddenly burst out, and the sad sword in his hand brought a burst of light in the void. Suddenly, there was a clear sword singing between heaven and earth, and the dark gold sword idea turned into a storm and fell with the God of sadness.

"It's not shameful to be backed by a woman, but proud of it? Are all the monks in the lower world so spineless? "

Ning Mei stares at the chopped sad sword. Jiang Wuyi quickly dances the sword in his hand, and meets the blade of the God of sorrow without dodging. There is a huge gush of divine light in the palm of his hand, which breaks out the power of the fragments of the three gods to the extreme.

Keng! The two swords suddenly hit each other, making a powerful air burst between heaven and earth. The bodies of Hong Ling and Jiang Wuyi were shaken back by the strength of the other side's long sword. Each of them plundered a hundred feet in the void, which was barely stopped.Brush! Once again, they did not dare to hold back. They did their best to fight each other with swords, leaving a remnant image of Taoism in the void.

The flickering sparks have not been extinguished, and the deafening sound of metal cross striking has already reverberated between heaven and earth, making the water waves below also rapidly explode. Those rapidly interwoven epoch Shenwen even try to strike the wall covering the yaochi lake, trying to lead the stronger force down.

"How strong! The strength of these two guys even made the barrier seem a little weak. There are cracks in the sky where they fight. I wonder if the barrier of yaochi can hold on? "

Many people are not very good-looking when they are shocked by the two different gods. To be fair, they thought that they were also strong in heaven, and the gap between them would not be too big with Hongling and Jiang Wuyi, but now it seems that such an idea is really naive!

"They are really two monsters. Their strength, even in the whole divine world, is already at its peak. If you want to defeat them, you have to invite out those old monsters who live in seclusion!"

Boom! There was another terrible explosion, and immediately a white figure smashed into the water from the air. Before he could touch the water of yaochi, his body shape had rapidly turned over and removed all the strength, and then he stood gently on a wave head.

Hua La, the God of sorrow quickly collapsed into fragments in the sky, swimming around Hongling, and faintly integrated with those powerful epoch gods and texts. This made Jiang Wuyi look at the sword in his hand and saw the cracks all over it.

"It's a pity. I thought that the blow just now could kill you. I didn't expect to be blocked by your long sword."

Jiang Wuyi put his hand on the sword. Jiang Wuyi had no fear of Hongling below. His strength could not protect his own sword. What could he do to fight with himself?

"It's really a pity that the magic tools in the realm of heaven should be enough to kill Jiang Wuyi emperor and respect you if they are not integrated into the divine script of the era. I didn't expect that it would be a little too big!"

With his fingers in the void, Hongling's fingertips lit up, igniting all the fragments of the sword fused with the era's divine culture, and then grabbing his hand, all the burning fragments converged rapidly in his palm and was melted into a brand-new sad God sword.

Its style is not much different from the previous one. The only difference is that the power inside the sword has changed qualitatively. Those extremely powerful magic weapons even make Jiang Wuyi's sword cry incessantly, which is obviously under terrible suppression.

"Well? What's the matter? Is the magic weapon so strong? "

Trying to pacify the sword in his hand, Jiang Wuyi increasingly felt that he could not see through Hong Ling. It was as if the intelligence collected previously had been completely overthrown after the war. He was like an unfathomable abyss, and people could not see the end of his strength.

Even though Hong Ling's control over the era Shenwen, it is impossible to see the upper limit. When Jiang Wuyi thought that he was going to reach the limit, he would continue to expose more powerful forces, which made the Jiang family's supreme power more and more appalled.

"Wushuang emperor respects Hongling, how far have you gone in the understanding of the era Shenwen? I thought there were three divine texts in hand, which could completely suppress you, but now it seems that it is wrong! How much have you learned, 50% or 60%

"If I say it's ten percent, will Jiang Wuyi respect you?"

With a gentle touch on the God of sorrow, Hong Ling's body is constantly covered with powerful epochal texts, which makes his power rush to an unattainable level of terror, while Jiang Wuyi, who is opposite him, is positively sensing that unfathomable force of terror.

"Don't be kidding. Even if the three pieces of Shenwen are integrated, this new chapter of mine is only 40% of the power of Tianting Shenwen. The power you show now is equal to that of me, and you can't understand it at all!"

Some disdain to look at the people in front of him. Jiang Wuyi doesn't think that Hongling can fully understand the era Shenwen of Tianting. No matter how evil this son is, he can't understand the complete chapter of Jiyuan Shenwen to the point of 100% in such a short time after the achievement of the emperor of heaven!

"If you don't believe me, why ask me? It's better for you and me to make a decision on life and death as early as possible. After all, the people on the scene have been waiting for a long time! "

With a quick flash of body shape, Hong Ling disappeared in the same place. When it reappeared again, the blade of sad God sword had already reflected into Jiang Wuyi's eyes. The terrifying edge on it made this Jiang family's peerless strongman look cold. He followed the rapid horizontal sword to block it, and his body shape was rapidly retreating.

Ding! The sharp point of the sword is on Jiang Wuyi's magic weapon, and there is a white mark on the metal ridge of the sword, which makes the sword cry quickly. The white spot spreads around in an instant, forming a cobweb like crack of terror.

"No way, such a force, how can I destroy my sword!"

Staring at the gradually efflorescence of his life's magic weapon, Jiang Wuyi's heart was awe stricken. His original body shape of retreating was also a living meal. He could escape a sword stabbing his back heart, and his face was covered with cold sweat.

"How many% of your strength did you use, and you were so much stronger than before? Emperor Wushuang respected Hongling. Did you retain most of your strength before?""It's true. After all, you're not an important role, aren't you? 10% of the strength is enough to deal with those heavenly emperors, while only 20% is needed for the masters of the Three Kingdoms. As for your excellency, I think 30% is enough!"

Turning to look at lianchengyue under the peach tree, Hongling smiles at her and stares at Jiang Wuyi, who is terrified at this time. The light on her body begins to turn into a fog, blocking all people's sight. Her body shape is a flash, and the person has broken into the fog.

"No!"

As he roared, Jiang Wuyi set off quickly, as if to avoid the fierce sword. At the next moment, there was a dull and bloody voice in the fog. In the hissing sound, there was a drop of blood with strong power falling into the water, which made the yaochi boil up.

Hiss! When the last sword fell, Hong Ling slowly withdrew the sword, and then walked out of the fog. The acupoints around her body were constantly lit up. She introduced a strong stream of blood gas into her body for smelting. Only a white skeleton was left hanging in the air, and then turned into white powder, which disappeared with the wind.

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