Chapter 182: Have a sword

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read2();　　 When the Lord of Radiance and the Snow Maiden were fighting, Zhao Yu had a conversation in his mind.
　　 "Taiping, do you think I have a chance to kill this so-called Lord of Radiance?"
　　 The chattering Xiaohua suddenly stopped speaking, as if he had encountered something shocking, and he was speechless for a while.
　　 "The probability is very low, right?"
　　 The boy's voice was not discouraged, and it was steady as usual.
　　 "It's impossible at all, you are just the peak of the virtual realm."
　　 The childish voice of the mountain and sea map sounded, seeming a little surprised, and then continued:
"Don't look at you slaughtering a saint in the Metropolitan City, but to be precise, that person is only a half saint, and her death has nothing to do with you directly. Wanjian Pavilion's sword flying immortal and the great road collapsed after its own sanctification failed. Killing her is the key to killing her, and you can live because you are lucky, or you have a lot of cards. In fact, you couldn't die that time because I was watching from the sky."
　　 "But this time you are closer to me." Zhao Yu said lightly.
"This time is different. The energy for national luck of the Jade Seal of the State is consumed too much. If it continues to consume it, it will directly damage the foundation of Daxia, so I can't draw it anymore. Moreover, your cultivation is too shallow and cannot afford my operation. There is no way to kill a in the land fairyland with one blow."
　　 "But, I really want to kill him myself, even if it's impossible, I will try."
　　 There was persistence in the serious voice of the young man, and he acted like this, so he turned his head slightly and asked the old lady beside him:
　　 "This time, can I do it myself?"
"Are you stunned? What are you using to block a god? Besides, you can't kill him. The realm is beyond your imagination. Even if you stabbed him in the heart 10,000 times, it would have no effect. God’s only thing is the avenue itself, and you didn’t even touch the fur on the avenue. Such behavior is no different from prying Kunlun Mountain with a hoe."
　　 The voice of an immature child belonging to Taiping took on the color of anxiety for the first time, and increased the volume in Zhao Yu's mind.
　　 But Zhao Yu was unmoved. He just looked at the eyes of the old lady with dark pupils. His brows were slightly furrowed, and there was only firmness in his eyes. Frowning indicated that he was serious and he really wanted to do this.
After the voice sounded, everyone was looking at Zhao Yu on the Qiuqiu Terrace. Even the Glory Lord on the Shenshan Throne stopped the overturning Holy Sea and looked down with interest. Empress Wu His ninth round of the Moon Wheel and Heavenly Tribulation had just begun. He was not in a hurry. On the contrary, he felt that such a situation was very interesting, which made Gods feel interesting, and it was enough to show how absurd Zhao Yu's behavior was in the eyes of others.
　　 But Zhao Yu doesn't care about these things. People who are familiar with him understand that if he feels right, he will do it. If he does it, don't be afraid.
　　 Wei Shun Xin Er!
This is his grand ceremony, he is the protagonist of the White Emperor Palace today, but one great power after another, one earth-shattering event after another disrupted the whole ceremony, which made Zhao Yu out of control. Feeling, so at this moment, he wants to hold everything back in his hands, even if he can't do it, he always needs to do something.
The eyes of the old lady at this moment are actually a big lake. Above the light blue lake, there are many large and small islands sitting on it. In the center of the lake, there is a fiery red maple island, forming the old lady’s The pupils looked so strange.
Under Zhao Yu's gaze, the old lady put away the strangeness in her eyes and looked at the grandson in front of her with shock in her eyes, and then she brought a trace of relief. This strange and familiar relative in front of her was not a sheep who was obedient to it. It is a young phoenix of nine days.
　　 Zhao Yu has his own way, his own thoughts and choices.
The old queen mother may be the person who knows the Zhao family best in the world, and she also understands the unyielding blood flowing in the blood of the Zhao family, from His Majesty Zao Wou-ki to the regent Zhao Xiu, and the Zhao Yu in front of her. Everywhere is extremely proud.
She understood, so the old lady looked at Zhao Yu and spoke softly: "I know what you think, but if you listen to grandma again, grandma can clear the way for you. This is the only thing grandma can do for you. All depend on you."
　　 Zhao Yu shook his head and replied in a steady voice:
"Grandma, family affairs, national affairs, and world affairs, so this great Xia's throne is not only a matter for our Zhao family, but also a matter for the people of the vast land of China. At first, you made the choice, then set the game, and then the aunt did it. Because of her choice, I want to break the game by myself, so now that I have worn this crown, it is my turn to make my own choice now."
　　 Zhao Yu turned his gaze under the Qiuqiu Terrace. In front of him were the hundreds of civil and military officials of Daxia Dongliang, the great sect master, the saint, and the kingdom of God, but his eyes were still calm as water, and his calm voice sounded again.
　　 "It is said that life is like chess. I really don't know how to play chess, but there is a reason I understand very well. Since chess can't be played, I should raise the table."
The voice of 　　 falls, the world is windy!
　　 A gust of wind appeared on the Qiutai of the White Emperor Palace, which suddenly blew down from the Tianxin Stone, blowing up all the clothes of everyone, just like his surging heart, nowhere to rest.
　　 Zhao Yu's figure disappeared from the Tianxin Stone, merged into the violent wind, and when he reappeared, he had already appeared before the hundred officials and under the kingdom of God.
　　 He raised his head, the sky crown with twelve cicada patterns on his head and the cinnabar avenue pattern on the center of the eyebrows, majestic and powerful.
　　 Wei Guogong Xu Sheng on the Tianxin Stone changed his face and tried to stop him, but he was stopped by the old lady.
　　 "Xu Sheng, let him go."
　　 The old lady stopped Xu Sheng, but she did not stop Liang Po, who was Zhao Yu's guard, so a bald, burly figure appeared behind Zhao Yu.
　　 "You are really mad. You are even crazier than your grandfather. He would never want to do this when you were your age. You Zhao family are all lunatics."
　　 In Zhao Yu's mind, the childish voice was full of anger.
　　 "Others can't stop the divine power, but you can do it in peace, because you are a map of mountains and seas, and there are crippled gods in this area. You are definitely not a problem."
　　 "Aha, of course, I am the number one artifact of the human race, even if driven by the current stateless luck, it is equally indestructible, not to mention the silly soul race just now, which has provided me with a lot of spiritual energy."
　　 The tone of peace brought pride, and he seemed to enjoy Zhao Yu's flattery.
　　 "Then please trouble you, and resist the Lord of Radiance for me."
　　 Zhao Yu's serious voice rang in his mind, but he was immediately denied by the childish voice.
　　 "It's no use blocking him. Do you really want to knock Kunlun Mountain with a hoe?"
　　 Zhao Yu closed his eyes, and said lightly:
　　 "There is a sword, whose name is holy, or it can kill the god!"