Vol 3 Chapter 45: Qitian

"From the beginning to the end, from the direct use of the army to forcefully regain Yangshan County, and challenge me at this time, he wants to take the initiative at the moment."
"He doesn't just want to fight me and Han Chendi, but to fight the whole world."
"So it is necessary to form an alliance. You and Yan and Chu are really going to form an alliance."
Yan Ying stood up, did not see any movements on his lips, others did not hear any sound, but these three words, but clearly penetrated Qi Di's ears.
At this time, Qi Di’s face was solemn and solemn, shining with a strange glow.
He knows that this is different from the usual warnings, but the last words of the infant.
When the baby is standing up, it naturally means fighting.
Han Chendi pays tribute to his beheading.
Yan Ying’s first return.
Emperor Yuanwu laughed.
At the same time as he laughed, Lushan Mountain suddenly bathed in a strange brightness.
The boasting mountain wind, the drifting clouds have nothing unusual, but there seem to be many light that would not have appeared, falling from the extremely high sky and falling on this Lushan.
Everyone's eyes are heavy.
This is the real eighth world, Kaitian.
The sky seems to have been opened up in another world, and countless other people can't perceive the energy. The whole deer mountain is bathed in strange brightness, and the whole mountain seems to be a bright and transparent gem.
Ding Ning closed his eyes.
Not because of dazzling, but because of the pain that I feel at this time.
Emperor Yuanwu’s cultivation was much higher than he had imagined. This was impossible, but it happened in front of him.
In any doctrine of practicing Zongmen, the most important thing in practice is to find out the trajectory of the airflow between the heavens and the earth between the body and the surrounding world. At this time, the Emperor Yuanwu began to open the sky, and all the practitioners of Lushan Mountain began to feel wholeheartedly. In the hope that I can understand some crucial truths.
What they didn't think of, however, was that when their literacy and the heavens and the earth that seemed to fall from another world, they could only feel a huge pressure, a pressure that seemed to crush everything. .
Even the seven strong players on the scene are no exception.
Under such pressure, their literacy has become slower.
The cultivator's literacy is to mobilize the source of everything, and the literacy becomes slow, and everything becomes slow.
All practitioners can't realize anything related to spiritual practice from the Emperor Yuanwu's current situation. They just think that this whole Lushan has become a unique small world under the flow of the Yuanwu Emperor's fascination.
A small world belonging to the Emperor Yuanwu.
Thinking of fighting in the small world belonging to the opponent, the face of the vast majority of practitioners in Lushan Mountain could not help but become more and more pale, and the inner heart gave great fear.
No war will be enough to make the seven realities fearful, which is a huge difference between the eight realms and the seven realms.
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Eight-day Kaitian not only communicates with the heavens and the earth, but also opens up new channels for the flow of heaven and earth, gaining a greater degree of heaven and earth, and at the same time, opening up a small world of its own.
At this time, Han Chendi and Yan Ying, who are at such a pressure center, feel better than anyone else.
It’s just that Han Chendi, who has always forgotten both humiliation and life and death, will not feel any fear.
Instead, he smiled and sat down on his knees. His right hand was pointed to the sword, and a sword was thrown at the Emperor Yuanwu.
When he sat down, there were countless red sages on his body.
These red Danes are derived from the Pirates of Heaven, and the countless elixir refining the Pirates of Tanazawa was originally a condensed object of the heavens and the earth. This kind of medicinal medicine that was refining the power of a dynasty was exceptional. The dignity is strong enough to contend with the power of Kaitian at this time, and to isolate him from this small world outside the body.
Therefore, this sitting is like a red meteorite in a pond, whether or not it can compete with the small world outside, but first of all, it does not move.
The right index finger and the of his right hand also shot red Dan, but with the red Dan gas spewing out, there was a fiery enthusiasm to the extreme.
This is the ground fire that he has spent ten years outside the Yinshan Mountain and absorbed in the body.
This is his life.
Dan gas itself is a smashing thing of the fire. At this moment, his body is used as a guide, and the red Dan and the fire of the fire are combined to form a red-red sword.
boom!
There is a flood furnace between the heavens and the earth.
A horrible heat wave broke out in front of him, dispelling all the water around the foothills of Lushan.
A sword came out of the sky and the earth was born. In the consciousness of all the practitioners, this is the unique mark of Zhao Jian furnace. However, at this time, the killing and enthusiasm of Han Chen’s sword is colder than that at night. Zhao Wei of World War I did not know how many times stronger.
Han Chen emperor sat on the ground, sandwiched the handle of the Dan fire sword, calm and happy to the chest of the Emperor Yuanwu.
The baby lying on the side of his body did not move, and the black robes on his body swelled slightly outward, blowing a burst of smog.
He clearly stood there as if he was motionless, but in the perception of everyone around him, he seemed to have become a transparent air, fading in the bright light that enveloped the entire Lushan Mountain.
Unlike the body of Han Chendi, the most powerful master of the Daqi Dynasty seems to have turned himself into a whirlwind of erratic, hiding himself in the small world of the Emperor Yuanwu.
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Han Chendi’s Dan fire sword crossed the air.
Both the tip of the sword and the sides of the sword are visible to the naked eye. The lines like flowing water are constantly passing. These are the original invisible lines formed by the emperor's fascination.
Numerous stocks seem to be tiny but contain a powerful force to live and die in these lines, turning into a shock that directly shocks the practitioners under the four worlds, spreading to the surrounding.
This is probably the strongest sword that Emperor Yuanwu encountered since he was enthroned, and there is still such a presence in the presence of Yan Ying. However, at this moment, the Emperor Yuanwu still bears his hands, but only looks up to the sky.
Bang!
There seems to be a huge thunder in the sky.
The sound is actually a very slow thing in the world of the practitioners. However, when the huge sounds sounded and fell, the sword of Han Chendi had not yet reached the chest of the Emperor Yuanwu.
The oscillating sound wave passes through the bright filament, forming a strange transparent sword with a handle, falling to the body of Han Chendi.
"Avenue Thundering Musical Sword"
Ding Ning closed his eyes and said the name of the sword of Emperor Yuanwu in his heart.
Han Chendi did not hesitate in the slightest, and the Dan fire sword in his hand was lifted up and pulled out.
Not that his movements are slow, but the Yuanwu emperor is too fast.
If he does not change, his body will be smashed into countless pieces by these musical swords before his sword is stabbed to the Emperor Yuanwu.
Dan Huo Sword became a huge Dan furnace that spewed fire in the sky.
A transparent sword rushed into the Dan furnace and made a loud noise.
The sound is loud and loud.
The whole deer mountain shakes.
The hills outside Lushan are shaking.
There are many unspeakable voices between heaven and earth.
All the leaves on Lushan were separated from the branches and danced outside.
All the transparent road swords are broken.
However, Han Chendi’s body was like a glass that had been shattered by countless broken glass. There were countless cracks on the leather robe on his body, and there was a strip of blood.
Ying Ying quietly looked at Han Chendi and Yuan Wu Emperor.
Until then, his right hand five fingers only slightly bounced.
Five black gas ignited on his fingertips like a candle flame, quickly condensing into five round black beads.
These five black beads are connected by black wires, like a strange bracelet.
Five black beads flew and flew up, rubbing against the bright light, giving off a strange violent and sharp sound, but the black lines connecting the five black beads seemed to be absolutely still, these five black beads The violent rotation seems to have nothing to do with it.
A crackling sound, then suddenly quiet.
Five black beads disappeared under the fingers of Ying Ying, but outside the Yuanwu emperor, there was a sudden black light with five groups of violent rotation.
Because the speed of rotation is beyond the limits of ordinary people's perception, in the eyes of most people, these five groups of black light are also absolutely rounded spheres.
However, some people can perceive that the five black light inside are black baby boys with different postures.
These five infants and children are all spewing out of the unimaginable yin wind, while their own violent rotation, and also around the Yuanwu emperor.
"Grinding swords!"
Chudi perceives the meaning of it, and some can't believe it.
Huang Zhenwei, who is not far behind Yuanwu Emperor, has an incredulously widened eyes.
He can be sure that this is really a grindstone.
The grindstone sword is one of the original creations of the man. It is impossible to pass it on. At this time, the infant is clearly using the grindstone, but it is slightly different. It should be just some traces of the battle left by the old man, even From the body that was killed by the man, I realized this sword.
Being able to understand such a sword is based on talent.
It is the humility and the heart of the mind to understand the scholasticism of the other dynasties.
In addition to the holy, who else can Daqin defeat this master alone?
Huang Zhenwei looked at the figure of Ying Ying, and there was a hint of awe in the depths of his eyes.
Emperor Yuanwu’s brow was slightly wrinkled, and he seemed to be somewhat unhappy.
His head was raised a bit higher, like looking at the stars in the sky in the dark.
There are several white flames in the sky that fall faster than those of the note sword. R1058