"It's boring without that sword."

Emperor Yuanmeng looked at Zhao Huangting and said lightly.

Zhao Huangting smiled, and the tip of the Shooting Bull Sword in his hand pressed down again, as if he was about to explode the void. The giant sword exploded and pressed down again below.

The contest between the two has begun.

However, Emperor Yuanmeng, holding the giant sword, suddenly used force, and the giant sword was instantly pinched and exploded, breaking apart, and the intertwined sword energy was hazy above the city.

Emperor Yuanmeng just opened his mouth and let out a breath.

In an instant, the sword energy in the sky was blown away.

"I said it alone, it's boring."

Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes were bright, like two scorching suns, so dazzling that it was difficult to look directly at, but his eyes were filled with extremely terrifying pressure.

The city wall around Zhao Huangting collapsed in an instant, as if gravity had increased thousands of times in an instant, and the intertwined cracks spread like spider webs on the magnificent city wall.

Zhao Huangting was leaning on the sword, and the fire of Nirvana seemed to have been compressed back into his body. His face was calm and a smile hanged on the corner of his lips.

Emperor Yuanmeng is truly the best in the world, and he has all entered ten realms of terrifying existences.

Even the old sword saint at the bottom of the sword pool lake is just a body-forging and stepping into the land immortal, but the spirit refining is still a little bit short of it.

Not only the old sword saint at the bottom of the Jianchi Lake, the old temple master of Zhenwu Temple, the old god master of Tianshi Mansion, the time Buddha in Lanke Temple, and the rage Vajra in Lianhua Temple... These are all single ten realms.

Most of the ten realms in the world are single ten realms.

Except for Emperor Yuanmeng.

"You should focus on people, not swords."

Zhao Huangting said seriously.

"Today, let you remember that I am Zhao Huangting!"

The words fell.

Zhao Huangting held the sword and looked slightly, as if looking at Anlei standing in the distance to watch the battle.

When I raised the corner of my lips, there seemed to be a whisper, swaying with the wind.

"Boy, I'm sure what is Cipai Three Swords."

"My swordsmanship of Zhao Huangting is definitely not weak!"

Buzz...

Between heaven and earth, there are sword chanting.

In an instant, he held the Cowkong Dou and slashed in front of him. The pressure that Emperor Yuanmeng stared at the eyes was instantly split.

It's like a sword immortal flying from the sky.

Zhao Huangting stepped in the air and raised his sword gently.

"Now I go back to the north and go back to Hena Piluo!"

"Bamboo branch!"

The sword rose and the sword light fell. It seemed that a bamboo forest of sword energy appeared above most of the city, covering Emperor Yuanmeng in an instant.

The sword light was entangled, and the waves of the bamboo sea seemed to be shattered!

A sword swung, and Emperor Yuanmeng's whole body of blood seemed to have turned into a magic phase. He swung his fist and smashed it, trying to smash the bamboo sea in front of him, but with one punch, each sword energy green bamboo,

It was Ao Ting very much. Even though he was under the fist of Emperor Yuanmeng, he still had not disintegrated.

Instead, he knocked Emperor Yuanmeng up and lifted him up a hundred feet high!

Zhao Huangting laughed loudly, the fire of Nirvana on his body became brighter and brighter, his black hair was flying, and his eyes were as iron as iron.

Singing loudly between heaven and earth!

"The sky sends far away to the two mountains to awaken the mysterious clouds."

"It still exists, birds go away from the forest, and don't believe in dusk!"

"Fragrant grass!"

Zhao Huangting dances with his sword, like singing and dancing in the sea of ​​bamboo.

The sword energy is rippling.

This sword seems to contain unique emotions. The stirring sword energy is silent, and it hurts not the body, but the soul!

A sword of the fragrant grass cuts the soul!

Emperor Yuanmeng frowned, his muscles bulged, and his eyebrows cracked. In an instant, there was a terrifying mental turmoil, causing the world to be dark.

But the sword of the fragrant grass is like a miracle of strong growth in endless bleak darkness.

boom!

The sword energy once again crashed into the body of Emperor Yuanmeng, and Emperor Yuanmeng was once again crashed into the sky, rising thousands of feet, and the clouds were tangled and destroyed by the energy.

"good."

Emperor Yuanmeng said lightly.

Zhao Huangting, who had produced two swords in a row, did not decline, but instead rose more and more. The burning of Nirvana fire made the sky a strange scene of sunset.

"So refreshing!"

Zhao Huangting laughed loudly.

The sword was retracted, crossed in front of him, and blew the air waves under his feet, stepping down one step.

"Look at the third sword."

"Young people's tour!"

After the words fell, Zhao Huangting seemed to be integrated with the sword, turning into a sword light, pouring towards Emperor Yuanmeng.

Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes narrowed, and there seemed to be a red thunder in his eyes. He poked out a palm and grabbed Zhao Huangting with a blow that turned into a sword.

As the sword and the palm intersect, the terrifying wave of air spread out from Yunqiong, circle after circle, as if it turned into a grand mushroom cloud.

The body of Emperor Yuanmeng was hit again, and this time, it rose thousands of feet and went straight into the sea of ​​clouds!

After entering the sea of ​​clouds.

Then a real battle broke out.

The sword light, sword energy, and sword techniques are like forming a world.

...

...

Outside the Yuan and Mongolian capital.

The bright world suddenly became dark, and there seemed to be no more brilliance.

Anle breathed in one breath, and then Emperor Yuanmeng and Zhao Huangting collided into the sea of ​​clouds together, and then he exhaled a long breath.

"color!"

I was happy for a long time and murmured.

The snowflakes that had fallen from the dusk clouds completely disappeared, as if the heavy snow was brewing, were all cut off under Zhao Huangting's three swords of Cipai.

The three peerless swords change the celestial phenomena, which can also be called the great romance of the human world!

Anle closed her eyes and kept recalling the three swords of Cipao used by Zhao Huangting. Anle had mastered this sword move, but she never thought that it could burst out with such power.

The enlightenment of the [Emperor] Taoist fruit, which increased the amplification of the [Eternal Wizard] showed its stunning charm at this moment.

Anle picked up the bamboo sword Qingshan on her waist.

The wind blew on the flat ground, and the three beautiful swords seemed to be replicated by him at this moment.

Although the power is far less than that of Zhao Huangting, he has mastered the essence of every ci card sword move!

The boy's last sword ended.

The ground around Anle was full of ravines that had been torn apart by the sword light.

Beside Anle, Wan Jie Liu's body trembled slightly, and there was a faint sword energy on his body, spitting out like a dragon and snake.

How can any sword cultivator not be excited when he observes this battle?

"Senior, will you die after the fire of Nirvana burns?"

Anle closed the sword and let out a breath. Suddenly, he thought of it, and couldn't help but open his eyes and ask.

Wan Jieliu retracted her gaze and no longer paid attention to the sea of ​​clouds. She could only feel its heroic spirit, but could not watch the grand battle.

"The fire of Nirvana is fueled by lifelong practice. When the fuel is exhausted, there will naturally be only the decaying and ordinary body that has been exhausted."

"Death will come as promised."

Wan Jieliu said softly.
To be continued...