In the troubled times of the ten directions, the Martial Saint in the world!

Chapter 82 The Five Dynasties Heavenly Gang!

The sound of the dragon's chant echoed, and the smoke billowed.

Chen Xiu's footsteps fell between the Taiji diagrams, and the lines like water waves swayed.

The streamer flashed, and the first thing that came into view was an epee.

Simple and solid, it seems to be cast in black copper.

The blade has no edge, and it is ingenious and unworkable, reflecting a bright red color like blood.

While staring at the long sword, Zhentian's roar sounded in Chen Xiu's ears, as if there were thousands of troops standing in front of him

That chilling, heavy breath came head-on.

At this moment, he felt that what he was facing was not a peerless epee.

It is a peerless and fierce army that is victorious in every battle, conquers every attack, and wins all battles! !
Monstrous blood, terrifying fighting spirit!

Even though it is thousands of years apart, it is still enough to make people chill!

"This is the first generation of 'Tiangang', the god general of the ancient dynasty. He was invincible in all battles. He held an epee all his life and once destroyed the six kingdoms."

The voice of the Taoist sounded very timely: "He is walking on the road of an ancient military strategist."

military commander?

Chen Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly: "I remember, that is one of the hundreds of schools of thought, right? Raising thousands of troops, rhyming fighting spirits, and unparalleled fighting spirit! On the battlefield, the power of thousands of people gathers in one's body."

The Taoist nodded slightly.

Ancient military strategist.

Chen Xiu shook his head helplessly.

Although the military strategists are indeed strong, but I am alone, where can I train that thousands of troops?

What's more, he still has cold poison on his body, and his lifespan is not long.

Whether it is the general situation of the military strategist, the battle formation, or the murderous spirit, it takes time to accumulate.

Chen Xiu looked aside.

This is a square sky painting halberd!
It looks quite heavy, weighing more than two feet!
The cold blade is like a crescent moon, and the spear body is like a dragon!
Endless evil spirits soared to the sky!

Transform into a giant beast that devours heaven and earth in the sky!

"What a strong evil spirit!!"

Chen Xiu whispered slightly.

"This is the third generation of 'Tiangang', a feudal lord in a troubled world! With the appearance of a tiger and a wolf, holding a painted halberd in his hand, and a horse whistling under his feet, he is almost unmatched by anyone in the world!"

The Taoist opened his mouth lightly, as if he was telling a story: "He followed the path of Shura, who cultivated his body and possessed the supreme evil spirit. With a single halberd, he suppressed all the heroes! It's a pity that he was self-willed and died tragically in the end!"

The way of refining the body, and the supreme evil spirit!

Chen Xiu's eyes became brighter and brighter.

His "Dragon Elephant Prajna Kungfu" has already achieved great success at this moment, and he is worried that there is no way to train his body!
Moreover, the method of condensing the supreme evil spirit may be able to blend with his own ghostly cold energy.

"The old man's suggestion is that it is best not to choose the third-generation 'Tiangang'." The extremely quiet Taoist suddenly said.

Chen Xiu looked sideways slightly, and said respectfully: "Please explain, senior!"

The Taoist pointed a finger, and the evil spirit gathered!
The shadow of the beast is solid!

It is quite humanoid, but it has pale hair all over its body.

Chen Xiu only felt that his mouth was dry, and the breath in his whole body seemed to be boiling at this moment!
"Use the supreme evil spirit to transform the unrivaled drought demon, while devouring the vitality of the world, it is also consuming your own life. As a 'fish', you don't have much life, so you can't afford to consume it. If you accept the inheritance, there is a great possibility of failure!"

The Taoist explained quite gently.

No wonder...

After thinking for a while, Chen Xiu sighed slowly.

His life is indeed short, and now he still has a chance to make a choice.

"From the perspective of martial arts, the third generation of 'Tiangang' is not suitable for you."

"After all, the old man sees that you also have the method of cultivating the body. If the skills overlap, you will easily reveal your identity when you travel around the world in the future."

The words of the Taoist were a little more severe like elders: "Tiangang, Tiansha, Lei Jiang, and Sanxian are all mortal enemies to each other. If you practice the method of 'Tiangang', which is similar to the main method, then It's easy to be identified."

Chen Xiu was inexplicably cold.

He didn't want it, after a night of retreat.

What greeted me were countless enemies!
"The third……"

Chen Xiu rubbed his chin, thinking for a while.

This is a compass.

When turning, disturb the four phases of wind, fire, water, and earth between heaven and earth!
Mysterious and unpredictable, it seems to be hidden between heaven and earth.

"This is the fourth generation of 'Tiangang', who occupies an important position in the dynasty. He used to sit and watch the world, calculate all the affairs of the world, and write the "Funeral Sutra", which is still the supreme secret method in the eyes of countless qi refiners! In the Jianghu, known as 'There are no omissions'! However, he is a pure Qi trainer."

The Taoist spoke responsibly.

Qi refiner?
Chen Xiu shook his head decisively.

Now his martial arts have not yet reached a high level, and he has no time to practice the method of refining Qi.

Moreover, Chen Xiu is very self-aware of himself, he is definitely the kind of peerless genius who can practice both martial arts and qi refining.

"The last one left..."

Chen Xiu pursed his lips slightly, and his eyes fell on the last spot!
What catches the eye is the Tunlong Yanyue Knife stained with golden blood!

The dark gold knife is one foot and three feet long!
Bloody, powerful and powerful!

In the golden blood, there is a sense of sacredness and purity!

There was even a hint of sadness in Chen Xiu's heart.

"It turned out to be a tyrant sword stained with the blood of a Buddhist monk!"

Chen Xiu's pupils were condensed.

Destroy the Buddha!

It was the emperor in the troubled times of the previous dynasty, who was once called the "Buddha's enemy"!
He has killed countless people in his life, adoring Taoism and destroying Buddhas!

"This Emperor Wu is the fifth generation of 'Tiangang', and also the last one. Slaying Yama, exterminating Buddha, he calls himself a devil, but to the common people in the world, he is a wise emperor!"

The Taoist stared at Chen Xiu, and said slowly: "How about it, have you chosen?"

Chen Xiu didn't speak, but asked in a deep voice: "I really want to know who the second generation 'Tiangang' is!"

He remembered very clearly that there were five generations of "Tiangangxing".

"The second generation of 'Tiangang', we don't have his inheritance!" The Taoist said quietly: "That is the existence who once slaughtered dragons in the world, and was undefeated in the three wars of the Red Emperor..."

His words suddenly stopped.

Looking at Chen Xiu in disbelief, for the first time, there was a bit of incredible emotion in his words: "You, what is that on you?"

Chen Xiu's palm slowly wanted to move away!

It was the broken blade!

At this moment, endless thunder light swept down from the sky!

Broken Blade bloomed between the mighty sea of ​​thunder, and turned into a sword of nothingness and thunder in the Yin-Yang Taiji Diagram!

When the sword was completed, the huge palace trembled! !
That blue dragon let out a roar that was almost like crying!

Thousands of thunders sounded together, and the sky changed color.

"I won the jackpot..."

Chen Xiu grinned and opened his fingers slightly.

"Little friend, the Broken Blade in your hand may be in line with the inheritance of the second generation of 'Tiangang'! However, the key to this inheritance may need to be refined by yourself! After all, this knife has no entity. Clear!"

The old man spoke very solemnly.

"Since you have it, you need the strongest one."

Chen Xiu decisively grasped the sword of thunder, and a sense of domineering heaven poured into his heart.

The Taoist looked at the figure bathed in thunder, and said slowly: "The next day, 'Tiangang', the most ancient Tiangang thirty-six!"

"The Overlord of the World!"

(End of this chapter)