Chapter 678: "Domineering true solution"!

"Master, what is the domineering truth?" asked the disciples in the Tianbao real people to ask.
Tianbao’s eyes are hot and his face is full of excitement, as if he has fallen into a long memory.
"Three thousand years ago, the genius boy of the Swordsman family, Ximen Xiaoyu and the generation of the knife king Li lazy dog ​​battled the Fengshen Mountain. It is said that the Ximen light rain only had a sword, and the Li lazy dog ​​only had one knife - then that A knife and a sword appear to be in a state of stifling and remain on the top of Mount Fengshen."
"After each move, Ximen light rain and Li lazy dog ​​are like nothing to go down. If there is a good thing, who is the winner, Ximen Xiaoyu does not say a word, Li lazy dog ​​is drinking too much, laughing Answering, after March, the winners and losers will be divided."
"Sure enough, three months later, Ximen Xiaoyu was practicing swords in the courtyard. There was a sudden splash of blood in his chest, and the arm holding the sword fell unprovoked."
"The maid swordsman is frightened. I don't know what happened. It was Ximeng's pale face, whispered, and lost. After all, he was defeated under the knife. Until this time, all the talents understood. What happened."
The disciple said awkwardly, "Why did the strike three months ago separate the results after three months?"
"Because Ximen light rain and the generation of knife king Li lazy dogs have their own swords and swords, they are all out of their swords and swords. They contain impeccable domineering and heavenly mystery - just like two masters who are in the metaphysical talk, who wins and who wins For the time being, it is unknown. After three months, I know which side of the heavens is more and more fierce, and which side is injured and defeated. Later, people called this situation - the domineering truth. Because the real domineering is time To split the parsing."
"Xuanmiao is here." The disciple was stunned. "The martial arts turned out to be mysterious. Today is a big open-eyed ring."
"I heard that it is a domineering solution? What is it?"
"I don't know, the trick I have never heard of - but it sounds great."
"Today, I know that there are days outside the sky, there are people outside the people - it’s really a vain trip, and there is no regret in dying in this shrine."
Thousands of people want to go forward, and they are weakened by the weak.
"The winners and losers are not divided, and they are not safe." Wen Weak and weak voice persuaded.
"But shepherd him--" thousand times in a hurry.
The so-called concern is chaos. She doesn't care about what is the domineering sword. She doesn't care about the domineering truth. She only needs Li Muyang to live.
Because of the powerful moves, there is no life after all. And Li Muyang is either alive or dead--a ​​heaven, a hell, a matter of life and death, who can really let go of his heart?
"The young master will not have something to do." Wen weak and weak face looks firm.
Thousands of people looked at the expression on the weak face of Wen, perhaps infected by her confidence, and her mood was slowly calmed down. She looked at Li Muyang, who stopped moving above the sky, and said: "The of heaven is blessing and praying for the peace of Li Muyang. nothing."
Quiet!
The silence of the death in the Sanssouci Palace!
Everyone looked up at the sky and looked at Li She and the white-haired witch above the sky.
Suddenly, there was a purple flame in the pupils of everyone.
The flame burns more and more, and it is getting bigger and bigger.
嗖
The eyes of the people suddenly became difficult to see, and the pupils were completely filled with the huge purple flame.
Bang-
A violent explosion suddenly came.
Deafening is like blasting a person's head.
The strong shock wave collapsed all around, and countless small swords smashed and smashed.
The masters who are prepared for defense, the various implements, each show their body, and fly away toward the Sanssouci Palace.
Those who are slow to respond, and whose skill is shallow, are directly crushed into meat by the sword. Others turned into a red rain, and no longer found any traces that existed.
Not only that, but the walls that were already a thousand holes were smashed by the swords, and there were countless other ways of varying sizes. There are also more and more cracks on the ground.
Domineering the true solution, the sword of the infinite, and the sword of the king, the two most powerful swords in the world are decomposed in the face of thousands of people, earth-shattering.
Thousands of glazed mirrors are the world's first defensive treasures, and they can automatically defend against danger.
However, even so, when she encountered the Jianqi attack, the glass mirror was cut and creaked, the scope of the glass mirror was reduced, and finally it could only be reduced to a small ball of light. Thousands of protection.
Qin Han used his body to block the front, and tried to protect the weak and weak security. Unfortunately, there were two deep wounds on the back of his body.
If it is not the golden moment of the pious war in his hand, he is afraid that he has been cut off by the waist.
The sword is exhausted and the peace is restored in the Sanssou Palace.
The masters who have been lucky enough to come around look around and are astonished by the destructive power of the two swords.
I saw that the compatriots who were still there were now missing, some turned into red mud, some lacked arms and legs, and it was unknown that they could walk out of the Kunlun market alive.
Above the sky, the white-haired witch's clothes were messy, and the large sleeves were cut off.
Li Muyang is equally embarrassed and has several mouths on his face. However, because he is wearing a colorful cloud coat, the image looks more neat than the white-haired witch.
The white-haired witch looked at Li Muyang with a strange look. He said: "Who are you?"
"Li Muyang."
"No, you are not Li Muyang." The white-haired witch said with a fragile voice: "This sword is the sword of the dragon. There is a dragon in the sword, I feel it."
"You are not talking loudly. Is it a dragon? Now I am showing the sword of the dragon. Are you surprised again?" Li Muyang blinked and sneered out.
"I am not defeated in the hands of Li Muyang, but in the hands of the evil dragon in Li Muyang -" the white-haired witch said: "No, I was defeated by Li Muyang and the evil dragon. - Jun Lin, is a great sword."
"There is no difference, too." Li Muyang said.
"I said, take a sword, and today will stop." The white-haired witch said. "It meets every day, and then wins and loses."
After a deep look at Li Muyang, the white-haired witch turned and flew away outside the Sanssouci Palace.
"Elders -" Elder Yushu screamed.
"Baiyun elders -"
"Elders, you can't go -"
"How can I just go this way?" -
Everyone screamed.
If the white cloud elders left, the Terran lost a lot of help.
The white-haired witch suddenly turned and looked at the crowd, and finally fell on the face of Elder Yushu.
"Good self-sufficiency."
After saying this, the body instantly disappeared in place.
A moment later, the figure of the white-haired witch appeared at the gate of the Kunlun Shrine.
"puff--"
The blood of the chest can no longer be suppressed, and it spurts out.