Zongwu: Two Thousand Years Later, I Will Be the Emperor of Heaven!

　　As the presence with the highest status and the most unfathomable existence, the others have formed a tacit understanding: Kill Ying Yu!

　　However, beside Ying Yu, in addition to Dongfang Invincible, there is another person who practiced flying smoke.

　　In the face of the imposing gang leader of the World Association, Lian Feiyan drew out his saber, and used his self-created evil swordsmanship to bury his heart and become one of the three most powerful warriors in the first battle.

　　The Tianshuang Fist is piercingly cold, the Cloud Dispelling Palm is like a rainbow, and the Fengshen Leg is invincible.

　　It is a pity that the swordsmanship of practicing flying smoke is exquisite, even if the three best martial arts of the tyrants are strong, they can't help the three-foot Qingfeng.

　　The cultivation bases of each other are all ingenious and clumsy. The antelope hangs its horns, which should be huge, as if the tricks of thunder and lightning fall into the void, and there is not even a bit of wind.

　　Well!

　　Fighting more than ten moves, the sword intent of the most yin and evil swordsmanship, every time he fights with Xiongba's fists, palms and legs, he can break through his painstaking efforts. Suffering all over, blood churning.

　　His eyes met, Xiongba looked at this valiant and valiant woman in a long dress with smoke and roses. He felt that if he couldn't defeat the other party, what would be the majesty of the world's leader?

　　The mouth full of domineering shouts, with the three-pointed finger derived from the three unique martial arts, the first move.

　　Zizizi!

　　Xiongba swiped a finger lightly, and a three-color silk thread appeared, like a divine soldier who was divided into gold and jade, and greeted the sword of flying smoke.

　　"Leave a wicked heart!"

　　Facing the condensed Ruyi three-pointed finger, Lian Feiyan raised a pair of sword eyebrows lightly, protected the sword with his own skills, and used the tricks of the heart-burying evil sword.

　　The power of the most yin and evil swordsmanship has really come into play. Once this move is used, this sword-casting pool, which is carved out of the mountainside, is full of evil spirits, and many people with low martial arts are naturally addicted to it. The heart of blood, waving the sword, slashing and killing the people around him wildly.

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　　They didn't know who they wanted to kill, they just poured out their resentment.

　　In this way, the situation on the field has changed greatly, and only the realm of the master who surpasses the innate can barely control himself.

　　Even so, Ren Qianxing's originally piercing eyes were stained with blood.

　　As for Yan Zangfeng, who was holding Jianxiong's body in his arms and crying bitterly, his hatred for Guan Yutian and Ren Qianxing's master and apprentice was more like the churning magma in a volcano, and it was difficult to contain it.

　　puff!

　　Bearing the brunt of the brunt, facing the tyrannical tyrant of the yin and evil swordsmanship, the three-pointed finger with high hopes, the destructive force was defeated, the majestic and domineering face changed, and the mouth was open to spurt red.

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　　How can it be?

　　Xiongba created his own three-point return to vitality, and accommodated the three unique internal skills of Tianshuang Fist, Cloud Paiyun Palm, and Fengshen Leg.

　　He prides himself on being able to fight against Ning Daoqi, a 'loose man' who is vaguely known as the first person in the Great Sui Wulin.

　　Unexpectedly, after many years of shooting in person, even a woman could not take it down, and there was a deep horror on her face.

　　Taking advantage of the strength to fly back, the tiger's eyes looked at the graceful and valiant young woman, only to feel that the other party was no different from the Rakshasa ghost from hell.

　　…………

　　Yu Wenhua is just a martial artist, Li Shimin is hidden, Guan Yutian is a hero who knows how to advance and retreat, and he is ambitious...

　　The heroes from all walks of life who competed for Lingshuang Sword were involved in this fire, and many people with low martial arts skills have died in Huangquan.

　　One person carried his hands on his back, showing his extraordinary aloof demeanor. He didn't really see all of this in his eyes. He listened to all directions with his eyes and ears, and analyzed every object worthy of his attention.

　　This person, of course, is Ying Yu!

　　With a golden crown and hair, the handsome Ying Yu, like an independent hermit, stood beside the sword-casting pool.

　　Dongfang is undefeated, and Lian Feiyan has entangled Xiongba's master and apprentice, and has gained the upper hand. No one can come to him and prevent him from watching this good show.Four.

Chapter 232

　　"Jianzun, die!"

　　Jianxiong desperately died under the sword of Ren Qianxing, saving the life of his father, Jianzun.Unfortunately, it's only temporary.

　　Guan Yutian paused for a moment, and then killed Jian Zun again. The innate astral qi, which had just reached the sun, motivated the unique skill - the Dragon Palm!

　　Hey!

　　The Shenlong appeared in the world, and attacked the seriously injured Jianzun with the momentum of King's Landing.

　　Shenlong Longyin suppressed the sound of fighting one after another in the arena, and wherever it reached, the earth cracked.

　　Ride the dragon!

　　Jian Zun knew that life and death were at stake here, and regardless of the serious injury, he maximized the power of the ninth-level Dragon Riding Slash.

　　Nine sword qi burst out continuously, creating a surging wave, welcoming the palm of Shangguan Yutian.

　　With this sword, Sword Sovereign put life and death aside, and there has been a tendency to be in the realm of a few great masters.

　　After this war, if Jian Zun can save an old life and give him a year and a half, he can break through the shackles and become a great master.

　　However, is it really that simple?

　　Boom!

　　A mighty dragon palm that Guan Yutian exerted with all his might, breaking the sword and taking a dragon slash, fell firmly on him.

　　Not long ago, Jian Zun and Guan Yutian held each other's hands, and his inner organs were shattered by Guan Yutian, and he was seriously injured.

　　Now, facing Guan Yutian's all-out blow, the Dragon Palm is no longer an opponent.

　　The dragon, transformed by the power of the mighty dragon, threw the sword respectfully and flew out. He was in the air, and blood was gushing from his mouth.

　　When he fell to the ground, with Sword Master's body as the center, one after another hideous cracks appeared, like a spread out spider web.

　　"City Lord!"

　　With the trick of practicing Feiyan, the evil qi that overflowed dissipated, and the people of Sword Casting City found themselves back.

　　"Ren Qianxing, give me an order!"

　　Yan Zangfeng, who was holding Jianxiong's corpse, finally accepted the fact that the other party had died.

　　His eyes fell on Ren Qianxing, thinking about the old hatred and the new hatred, plus the hatred of Jianxiong, just as Ren Qianxing hated him and Ren Qianxing deeply.

　　Yan Zangfeng turned grief and anger into strength, and the Four Elephants of Heaven's Will broke through the shackles and entered the second layer - Vulcan Fury!

　　As soon as the anger of the Vulcan came out, a phantom of the Vulcan appeared behind Yan Zangfeng, and the ubiquitous fire in the Sword Casting Pond was attracted, adding three points to his move.

　　not good!

　　Ren Qianxing could not have imagined that Yan Zangfeng, a stinky salted fish, would turn around like this, and he quickly picked up his skills.

　　The sword qi swayed and turned into a surging sword tide.

　　After Yan Zangfeng realized Vulcan's wrath, his martial arts already surpassed Ren Qianxing, and with the environment here, the power of Vulcan's wrath could be brought into full play.

　　Under multiple factors, Ren Qianxing was no longer the opponent of Yan Zangfeng. The sword tide was shattered by the phantom of Vulcan.

　　"Thousand lines!"

　　Seeing this, Guan Yutian flew to hug his beloved disciple and returned to the earth.

　　Zizizi!

　　The blood spurted by Ren Qianxing, by coincidence, happened to fall on the exposed hilt of Lingshuang Sword.

　　During the chaotic battle, I don't know how many people's blood accidentally came into contact with the Lingshuang Sword, which was about to become a success.

　　Now, Ren Qianxing was injured by Yan Zangfeng Vulcan Fury, and the blood that spewed out was absorbed by Lingshuang Sword.

　　A magical weapon with a peculiar shape and a golden dragon hovering as a hilt flew up from the sword-forging pool, attracting the attention of everyone present.

　　Lingshuang Sword?

　　Doesn't it mean that Lingshuang Sword can only be forged with the blood of Yingshuntian's descendants?

　　In the bloody battlefield, from Yu Wenhua and Li Shimin, who did not know when to strike, to the sword master who was dying with only his last breath left, all looked at the divine sword that caused all this. Unsure.

　　Originally, the never-ending, life-and-death battle was disbanded.

　　Snapped!

　　In front of everyone's eyes, a snow-white slender, jade-like palm stretched out, holding Fang Cheng's Lingshuang sword's hot hilt in an impartial manner.

　　"Ha ha."

　　Ying Yu held the Lingshuang sword in his hand, and a wisp of invisible and intangible divine consciousness overflowed from the sea of ​​self-knowledge and landed on the Lingshuang sword with a strange shape.

　　Divine Consciousness analyzed this sword, which had not yet been truly cast, and immediately came to a conclusion.

　　That's it!

　　The so-called Lingshuang Sword was actually a weapon that was cast two thousand years ago when I ordered Master Xu, Gong Shuqiu and others to forge the Heavenly Sword.

　　Compared with my Heavenly Sword, the Lingshuang Sword can only be regarded as an imitation!

　　"Ying Yu, hand over the Lingshuang Sword!"

　　Seeing that Ling Shuang Sword fell into the hands of Qin Huang Ying Yu, everyone's eyes were red.  …

　　Yu Wenhua and a sword of the tiger's soul, shouted to kill Ying Yu, intending to seize the sword.

　　Dongfang Invincible and Lian Feiyan have already stopped with Xiongba's master and apprentice, but seeing the master's cultivation base, Yu Wenhua and so daring, they want to step forward to stop him.

　　Unexpectedly, Ying Yu gave them a wink and ordered them to move out of the way, leaving Yu Wenhua and rushing in front of them.

　　"Bing Xuan Jin - Ice and Snow Vortex!"

　　Despite the deliberate spread of Tiandaoism and the intentional or unintentional promotion of others, the name of Emperor Qin Ying Yu, looking at the east-west, north-south, straight line, Shenzhou, which is thousands of miles away, has been known to everyone.

　　However, the so-called hearing is false and seeing is true. The heroes of all walks of life in the Great Sui Empire are mostly skeptical of the rumors about Ying Yu.

　　Yu Wenhua and personally shot, everyone wants to see Ying Yu's means.

　　Coming ten feet away in front of Ying Yu, Yu Wenhua and wielding the Tiger Soul Divine Sword, the Bing Xuan Jing, which he had cultivated for decades, was pushed to the limit.

　　With a swipe, the ice tiger behind him was restrained, and blessed on the tiger soul sword, the cold and bone-piercing ice mysterious energy turned into a whirlpool that kept spinning and fell towards Ying Yu.

　　The Tiger Soul Divine Sword and the Ice and Snow Vortex merged into one, with a monstrous momentum. A wisp of residual energy that leaked out fell into the sword-casting pool composed of magma, freezing the fiery magma for a moment.

　　clang!