reborn as emperor

Chapter 1672. Chapter 1672. A sword breaks the years
call out!call out!call out!
The fierce sword cry resounded through the void.

This was Yang Mucheng's crazy blow, which not only enveloped the chief deacon, but also locked all the creatures on this star.When the fierce sword sound spread wildly, it even harvested lives one by one swiftly!

……

"That is?"

Just when Yang Mucheng was fighting with the head deacon, Nan Gonglie and others arrived belatedly.

Just after they landed on the stars, they saw this frightening scene.

I see.

The whole sky seemed to be pierced with a hole, and the infinite long sword whizzed towards it with a fierce sword cry.It seems that the dense rain has blocked this piece of Zhoutian.

"This is Old Devil Yang's move!"

When they saw the man floating in the void like a demon, they all came to their senses.

"No, run away..."

however.

Anyone who enters this piece of stars will be locked by these billions of long swords, how can they escape easily?

"too frightening!"

When one of the golden rays came, Nangong Lie only had this one thought in his mind.He just felt that he was too ignorant to actually want to kill such a terrifying existence!

puff!

A tearing sound resounded, followed by a burst of blood!
……

of course.

For Yang Mucheng, his biggest enemy right now is the head deacon in front of him.Therefore, the primary target of the billions of long swords is still the chief deacon!
call out!call out!call out……

The infinite sharp sword roared down, bringing up a continuous sword light.Under the gloomy sword light, the sky and the earth were overshadowed by this star.

Such a bombardment of thousands of swords in one is enough to kill any strong man in an instant.

But the big deacon is after all a strong one.

Facing this move, he didn't feel the slightest fright, but raised his hands suddenly.There is nothing between his hands, but it seems to be as heavy as holding the sky and the earth.Every time he raised his hands, his aura weakened a little, and his monstrous aura gathered in the palm of his hand.

Yang Mucheng stared at it, and that aura turned into a three-inch golden knife.

After the golden knife was formed, the chief deacon's aura had dropped to the lowest level.Obviously, he poured all his cultivation into the golden knife in his hand.The power of this golden knife has reached the extreme!

"Zheng!"

The head deacon closed his pupils, and raised his right hand to chop.

Suddenly, the golden knife flew out.

I saw that the three-inch golden knife was only the size of a palm, but it contained unimaginable power.It soared into the sky, and under the shocked gazes, the torrential rain was split into two halves.Wherever the golden light passed, the rain of swords that was like torrential rain melted rapidly.

Clang!
There was a knocking sound.

At this moment, the three-inch golden knife seemed to fly across the void, almost without warning, with a monstrous golden light, it suddenly shot in front of Yang Mucheng.

Even at this moment, it shot directly at Yang Mucheng's dantian!
"Old Devil Yang, defeat me!"

The sword light released from the three-inch golden knife actually enveloped Yang Mucheng, and its terrifying power even made his internal energy stop at this moment!
"Oops!"

Looking at the three-inch golden knife, Yang Mucheng felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

After all, he is too strong, how could he not have the means to save his life?

This golden knife is one of them!
Under the cover of the golden saber, Yang Mucheng only felt his inner energy and blood coagulate.

Could it be that he can't avenge Fang Baiyu, but can only be blasted into his dantian by this knife, abolishing his cultivation?

"Break it for me!"

boom!
His eyes opened angrily, and a cold light shot out of the hole in his eyes.The confinement shrouded in golden light was directly torn apart by the explosion of internal energy.

"Sword of Time!"

Facing the three-inch golden saber, Yang Mucheng finally took out the super-heaven-level swordsmanship he learned from the Tuoba clan—the first form of the Three Swords of Reincarnation!
A sword goes down and cuts off the years.

Clang!
A soft sword cry resounded quietly.Yang Mucheng raised Shen Yuanjian, and cut it slowly.

Under this sword, only time and space around can be seen flying.

This sword seemed to cut everything, but it didn't cut anything.Even when the sword slashed down, it actually missed the three-inch golden saber...

"Haha, old devil Yang, are you insane?"

Obviously the three-inch golden sword is here, but Yang Mucheng's sword is slashing elsewhere. This obvious gap is not at all a mistake that a late Dongtian can make.

and so.

After seeing this sword, the chief deacon couldn't help laughing wildly.In his opinion, Yang Mucheng lost his mind because of fear!
However, before he finished speaking, the smile on his face froze completely.

All I saw was that as Shen Yuan slashed down with his sword, the three-inch golden saber dissipated rapidly in a gesture visible to the naked eye.As for Shen Yuanjian, every time a point was cut, the chief deacon found that his vitality seemed to be swallowed by some kind of existence that transcended everything!
"This……"

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

The chief deacon was terrified.

It is obvious that Yang Mucheng's sword has no power at all.But it brought such a terrifying power, even if he exhausted his power, he still had the cultivation base of Taiyi, but now under this sword, his life force was rapidly passing away, not only his skin dried up quickly, even his muscles were visible to the naked eye. The posture quickly languishes.

"Three Swords of Reincarnation, Time Sword!"

Yang Mucheng held the Shen Yuan sword and said slowly.

"This sword cuts time. It is the super-heaven-level sword technique of the Tuoba clan. I used it for the first time, and I used it on you!"

Although the chief deacon couldn't believe it, he could only look at the three-inch golden saber, before it reached Yang Mucheng's body, it completely disappeared like ice and snow melting.

He smiled wryly.

"Old Demon Yang, you really are the great enemy of my Nangong Clan...From now on, the Seven Clans will be completely ruined by you!"

Before he could finish his words, his whole body immediately rotted like a dead tree trunk, and even turned into a pile of ashes that fell on the ground.If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, bystanders would hardly believe it, this extremely strong man turned into flying ash under Yang Mucheng's sword.

but.

What they didn't know was that Yang Mucheng reluctantly used this sword, and he himself was backlashed by the Sword of Time.However, under the nourishment of the body of the green dragon, it is only a matter of time before he regains his vitality.

There is no way to avoid this sword, and there is no defense.It cut off time and years, and the sword went down to take away the remaining years of the chief deacon.

So, he was not conscious at all.

More than that.

Within the scope of this sword, the vicissitudes of life, the former palace turned into ruins, and the high mountains turned into dry seas...

"I should go too!"

"Otherwise, when the main force of the Nangong Clan comes back, it will be difficult for me to fly even with my wings!"

Glancing around, Yang Mucheng thought secretly, turned around, took a flying puppet and left this dilapidated star.

(End of this chapter)