Vol 2 Chapter 287: 3000 years later, the sword is Zhengyang! (End of this volume)

Divine soldiers are by no means just weapons. They are divine will, martial arts, inheritance, Taoism, and incarnation.
Divine soldiers are invisible, not to change the use of many weapons, but because the invisible and tangible soldiers can play all their martial arts!
Kickboxing is a gun, a sword, a sanshou, or everything!
With the confluence of thousands of air-powered machines and the sword swordsmen's spirit borrowed by An Qisheng, Daojian finally burst out, exhibited the gossip furnace, and accommodated the eight heavenly gods!
Boom!
The gossip furnace made of intertwined lines of air and machinery tumbling among thunder clouds, thunder and thunderbolt milk swallows fell like forests, bursting with bright electric snake sparks and falling like rain.
In the gossip furnace, the soldiers were boiling and shocking, and Tiger Xiaolong groaned continuously.
There was a tumbling thunder outside and a magical counterattack inside.
The gossip donkey roared and shook, making a deafening crash.
It is impossible to suppress the eight-handed king sword in the beginning, but at this time, although the gossip furnace is shaking more and more in the thunderous sea, it is still there!
Bombing inside and outside, under the sympathy between air and machine, actually maintained a delicate balance.
Boom!
Rumble!
音 Rolling sound waves cascaded down with the sound of thousands of thundering blasts, stampeding on the void like thousands of ferocious beasts until the wild and the wild, ringing the world.
Suddenly the gossip furnace appeared in the sky, suppressing the eight-handed heaven and earth soldiers!
Many kings of martial arts outside the King Quan Mountain, Nanliang City, and even Ronghuafu all lost their eyes, staring at the gossip furnace in the sky and thunder sea.
They can't guess what An Qisheng wants to do.
However, they can still see that in this battle, An Qisheng prevailed!
It is such an unbelievable thing that I can use a magic soldier that was initially formed and one enemy to eight to gain the upper hand.
"Heaven and Heaven! From heaven to earth, heaven and earth have finally been born!"
"My dear Ho De Ho, how lucky it is to live with the heavenly people for a lifetime! Kings and Taos, Kings and Taos!"
"Heaven, heaven!"
Numerous martial arts people boiled over it, looking at this scene above the sky, all looked very enthusiastic.
If there is anything in this world that attracts the martial arts people more than the heaven and the gods, then it must be the heavens!
The heavenly people are the dreams of countless martial arts people since ancient times!
At this moment, everyone didn't see An Qisheng at all, and what happened in the sky and thunder sea was unclear, but the enthusiasm and excitement in their hearts far exceeded anything in the past!
I, especially the masters of the new generation, grew up listening to An Qisheng's legend from an early age.
"The breath of the sunburst bow is completely locked in it ..."
Somewhere in Fengzhou, Cangliu stood with his bow, and at this time he sighed and lowered the long and tarnished bow in his palm.
He is different from other celestial beings.
The bow of the sky in the sky is not the bow, but the arrow.
The reason why Qi Qi is called the most powerful among soldiers is that once that arrow is fired, it is the most fierce blow.
Suddenly trapped in it, naturally the Bow of the Sun lost its essence.
"Big Dragon Banner."
天 Zhao Tianfeng sighed softly, then laughed a long time and left:
"Fate to fate, so to speak! Fortunately, I lost my life, everything is done, it is better to go, it is better to go!"
A faint voice floated in the sand.
天 Zhao Tianfeng extinguished the thought of looking for An Qisheng. The figure flickered a few times and disappeared at the end of the horizon.
之中 Among the soldiers of this generation, there are those who can stand up and down the world, those who founded the school, and those who rebuild the mountain gate. Only he has never set foot in Mozhou for fifty years.
I have no desire for hegemony or enlightenment.
He's only obsession is to walk in front of the monarch, but now it seems unnecessary.
I'm not as good as return.
"Forging the magical soldiers with heavenly human magic soldiers and boundless thunder fire, the kings and Taoists are really great!"
In the moon worship villa, the moon worshiper looked at the sky with a dignified look.
He felt something in his mind. After today, the biggest change in the world is coming.
The king's power path will become the uncrowned king of the entire Jiufu Realm without any controversy.
There are many large gates, and on the kings' courts, there is a new behemoth. Anyone who wants to resist will become a fan, whether an ordinary person or a great master of the veins.
At the same time, there was a more terrifying thought in his heart.
‘That kingly Taoist man traps all heavenly people, if so .....’
Min thought flashed, and the real moon worshiper shook his head again.
Suppression of heaven and earth soldiers and refining heaven and earth soldiers is not a concept. Gods and soldiers combine heaven and earth fortune. If you want to refine everything, you have to fight the martial arts of the eight heaven and earth with your own power!
Even if the kings and princes succeed in achieving heaven and man, they may not be able to do so.
Alas, it is not necessary at all.
After today, the heavenly man and the magical soldiers will disappear. In the world, there will be no royal power to resist the hand. The hard top heaven and earth can also forcibly refine the heavenly people and magic soldiers, not the wise men.
"Amazing, such a thing really made him do it!"
In the big dragon gate, the mad fanatic was amazed.
He knows more than the real person who worships the moon, because he has participated in the matter of casting the king's power sword, not only him, but also many great monks from Yunhaitian, Wang Jianglong, and Huangjue Temple.
But even if he admired An Qisheng very much, the mad fanatic didn't think that it would be possible, after all, it was a celestial being.
Even then, his mind was incredible.
Woohoo ~
On the towering bell tower of the gate of the true truth, the iron mountain sits and recites the song.
At the moment when Gao was formed in the gossip furnace, his complexion suddenly became excited, and his mood was surging and difficult to restrain.
In fifty years, under the guidance of An Qisheng and the huge resources of the kingship, he built a vein that he could never have imagined. However, even the joy of the day when the vein was achieved, he will never have this. Just in case.
He looked up at the sky, murmured in his heart: "King Power Sword, King Power Sword ..."
至今 He still can't forget the words that he used to be under the Tianyu Peak and lost his soul. When he saw An Qisheng, he said calmly.
There is a sword of kingship hanging on the heads of the kings in this world!
For this sentence, there is no moment of slackness in a man, just for this day.
Thunder clouds rolled over the sky, countless thunderbolts and thunder snakes smashed on the gossip furnace, and the heavenly gods and soldiers smashed into shock, and the sound of the sword light and sword screamed endlessly.
Countless people in the world are shocked, excited, jealous, resentful, and frightened.
On the top of the king's power, Li Ling knelt on the side of An Qisheng nervously, at a loss.
In this world, there are very few things that can make a soldier feel helpless. At this time, Li Ling encountered.
"Taoist ..."
Feeling the almost imperceptible vitality of An Qisheng and the decaying decay, she was full of worry in her heart.
For the past fifty years, she has grown from a little female thief to the point where she is now cultivated by An Qisheng.
He said nothing else. How could he be the master of the soldier if he had not given himself the Dragon King armor?
Seeing him look like this at this time, my heart was naturally afraid.
"Master!"
I exclaimed.
Gui Zhuang, who was helping Huang Fu to Houshan, changed his face, released the former, and stepped forward.
He was blocked by Li Ling from Sanzhang.
Huang Fu was inattentive and almost fell down. He was about to swear and return to Xiaoer. Seeing An Qisheng's appearance, his heart suddenly jumped:
"Mr. Tao?"
He whispered in his heart and came forward.
I watched An Qisheng's white hair and my body, and a lot of worries appeared on his face.
He paced back and forth, his face constantly changing.
After decades of Qin Tianjian's career, his vision was extremely broad, and naturally he could see An Qisheng's current state.
At this time, his spirit and blood fell to the bottom of the valley, almost the same as the exhausted lamp.
He doesn't know how to do this, but he knows that it must be related to the collision in the sky at this moment.
Sure enough, even if it is the Taoist leader, it is not so easy to suppress the Eight-handed Heavenly Man.
"Master Huang, how is it good?"
The fierce spirit has worries.
"Nothing can be done."
Facing Li Ling's gaze, Huang Fu shook his head slightly.
How strong is Lu Anqisheng's physique, and that one shame can not be compared with it. Where can he cure such a physique?
He said it was him, and it was useless to find all the doctors from ancient times to the present.
"Can only wait."
Zigui Xiaoer looked dignified, glanced at Huang Fu and Li Ling, arching:
"I'm going on alert, at this time, it must never be known about the status of the Taoist Master ..."
I said, Gui Xiaoer will retreat.
At this moment, An Qisheng slowly opened his eyes and whispered, "No need, I'm fine."
His eyes are still deep, and his voice is not old.
"Master!"
"Mr. Dao, don't you care?"
I saw him open, and the three of Huang Fu were relieved.
战斗 At this moment, the battle has not ended. If An Qi was defeated, it is difficult to say whether the soldiers and gods would fall that day and completely destroy the mountain of King Power.
Although his state at this time is shocking, but he said nothing, then there must be nothing.
Since Yi Jiazi, he has always been omnipotent and able to do all the incredible things in the world.
"nothing."
Wu Anqisheng raised his eyebrow slowly, his neck groaned from the old machine.
Fifty years of conspiracy to conceive the law of dreaming in your body, and if you still want to survive and die, you will look down on him too much.
Twenty years ago, when he achieved the Five Dynasties, he had faintly touched the deep mysteries between the spiritual body.
Just in case, the qi and blood line will be burned, and the power of the King Power Sword will be driven by the flash of the most powerful divine power, so that the Eight Gods can be completely suppressed in the gossip furnace.
"Notify the disciples to return to the mountain."
An Qisheng gave a soft command.
Qi Liling's body shook slightly, and he bowed down. For decades, Wang Daodao trained a group of Dafeng Jinyu eagles, but they were more common and consumed smaller letter eagles.
After a while, thousands of letter eagles had risen in the sky across Wangquan Mountain, flying away from the string in all directions.
"Mr. Tao?"
Huang Fu heard something from his words, his face could not help but a little dark.
His Heavenly Man Wangqi technique has not yet come to fruition, but the simple phase technique is no less inferior to that of Han taste palace. Naturally, we can see what Han taste palace once saw.
Even at this moment An Qi's exasperation fell to the bottom of the valley, he could see more clearly.
36 months.
Thirty-six months later, today is An Qisheng's birthday!
He couldn't understand why An Qisheng, who was a hundred and fifty years old, died early, but he felt sad. He knew that An Qisheng would have to arrange a follow-up.
"The origin and the extinction should be sometimes, there is no need to regret it."
Luan Qisheng replied a little, raising her hand gently.
Boom!
气流 The air is turbulent in the sky, and it is like a river flowing backwards.
The light and dark intertwined, the black and white Taiji figure flashed, and then the gossip furnace of the suppressor's eight heavenly gods and soldiers fell like a meteor, pulling a huge long tail of inflammation.
I was followed by Lei Yun, and Lei Hai tumbled towards Wang Quanshan.
Astrology changes accordingly.
The dark clouds over Nanliang City, Ronghua Mansion, and even the entire Fengzhou came together, while the Thunder Clouds over Dafeng's other states were gradually dissipated as the disciples of the kingship no longer recited Tai Chi. , Exposed thousands of miles.
Boom!
The height of the king's power is a hundred feet high, and the black and white Tai Chi is intertwined. The gossip furnace is buzzing and turning, like a huge vortex on one side, attracting a baptism of thunder.
King power sword, can not provoke Thunder.
I was led to countless Thunders by An Qisheng's "God".
Each thunder blast, even under the inspiration of thousands of Qiqi, endless soldiers, will act on the heaven and soldiers that are constantly impacted in the gossip furnace.
His divine will, also under tremendous pressure.
"Heavenly Man ...."
Huang Fu looked at this scene and muttered to himself.
He is only a hundred feet apart, and he can feel that with the thunder of many thunders, the ghost of the gossip furnace seems to have the most terrifying flame in the world, constantly burning and refining the heavenly human soldiers.
火 This fire is not ordinary fire. It is a strange flame created by the integration of the gossip furnace and the power of the thunder electric snake and the celestial beings.
Use his martial arts magic weapon as a furnace, use millions of air machines and the borrowed gas of the world swordsman as a firewood, and use the force of the collision between the heavenly human magic soldier and the thunder electric snake as the tinder.
Only when several people stack up, then this scene appears now.
He was able to feel the ghost image of the gossip furnace slowly shrinking and becoming more and more condensed between the thunderous seas.
Secretly, he could see the inscriptions on the imaginary gossip furnace slowly appearing on the inscription.
"Three years ..."
Wu Anqisheng slowly looked down, his mind rose, and he blessed himself in the gossip furnace.
Xun spurred the evolution of the gossip furnace in Lei Hai's tumbling.
Boom!
Boom!
On the top of the King Power Mountain, Thunder Cloud rolled violently and instantly, after March.
In March, all the monarchs and disciples all over the state capitals returned, and Yun Haitian, Wang Jianglong, Yan Kuangzi, and the true moon worshiper also came to Wangquan Mountain.
Boom!
With the last thunder, the thundercloud that lasted for three months, almost killed all mosquitoes, birds, and beasts, and finally dispersed.
The long-lost light descended, and An Qisheng, who put a hand into a substantial gossip furnace, enveloped it.
"King power sword, finally achieved ..."
Luan Qisheng felt a touch of joy in his heart.
He came to this world to become a top man, becoming the world's number one. He only used it for three years, but for this king sword, he has used it for more than fifty years. Counting into the dream itself, it has been over a hundred years!
It takes a lot of effort to imagine, but it is unimaginable.
"Hoo!"
He exhaled slowly, his eyes falling.
Jihoushan is very calm and the needle drop can be heard.
But it's not nobody. On the contrary, apart from An Qisheng's three feet, the whole Houshan is already full of people. At a glance, the black pressure is like a sea of ​​people.
Among them, Han Tsang-gung looked embarrassed, the complex look of the sea of ​​clouds, Huang Fu's eyes reluctant, the worship of the real person with admiration, the mad madman with pity, Jiang Tingting with tears, Tieshan's face was stunned, and Bai Xianer was weeping , Sun En is worried ...
And the only alternative Fan Zimin among them.
所有人 While everyone was waiting, Fan Zimin sat cross-legged, in front of him in charge, with ink on the tip of his tongue, constantly writing and drawing on paper, not knowing what was being recorded.
Bian's bland eyes glanced at everyone, including his friends, his disciples, and many apprentices.
There are many, even seeing myself for the first time.
But he is very familiar with everyone.
"My brother!"
Yun Yunhai stepped forward and arched slightly.
"Brother Yun doesn't have to say much."
Luan Qisheng shook her head slightly, and threw out the gossip furnace held in her palm.
Wu Tieshan subconsciously reached out to take over the gossip furnace, only to be in the eyes of everyone, a little surprised:
"Taoist, are you?"
At this time, Houshan gathered almost all the disciples of the Royal Power, including the eight Royal Power disciples, including his personal disciples Jiang Tingting, Zhang Haohao, Yan Kaiyu, Liu Ming and others.
There seems no reason to give it to myself.
"You and I agreed at the earliest time, and at this time we succeeded, and naturally you started it."
Wu Anqisheng slowly got up and glanced over all the people present:
"The king's power sword is where my will is. Every hundred years, we will choose people to inherit in the world. Anyone who has the king power sword, my disciple, the eight power king!"
Among the eight sons, the person with the highest performance, in my name, is the king of the next generation! "
His voice was not high or low, but it sounded in the hearts and ears of everyone present, and it was extremely contagious, it seemed to be deeply imprinted in the hearts of everyone!
King Power Sword, as its eight, seven sons and one mother, the strong one is the mother to order seven swords, a new generation of kings and Taoists!
Everyone who hears the meaning of An Qisheng's words is shocked.
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"Keep the order of the Patriarch (Master)!"
Thousands of disciples of the kingship in Qihoushan knelt together and nodded heavily:
"From the disciple to the king's gatekeeper passed down from generation to generation, he will always remember the order of the ancestor!"
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I waited until the voice disappeared, and everyone looked up.
Between heaven and earth, there seems to be no An Qisheng.
There was only a sound of solitude in the calmness of the wind that swayed with the wind: "Lords, there will be a period in the future, and I hope to see each other!"
No one knows how he disappeared. Even the strong enthusiasts Yan Yan, Sun En, and the other few Zun Taiyin in the crowd did not see it.
But their hearts also rose up at the same time:
This will be the last time I saw An Qisheng.
Even though there are thousands of kings and Taoists in future generations, they will never be him again ...
"Teacher! Teacher ..."
Jiang Tingting, Zhang Haohao, Yan Kaiyu, Liu Ming, Bai Xianer and other disciples grabbed their heads with tears and shed tears.
"this is......"
Ji Yan opened her head after lifting her head heavily, her palms trembled, and a foreign object was suddenly pinched.
He squeezed it gently, the thing was white, boxy, it looked like sheepskin, but it was a piece of human skin.
"Master's handwriting? Is this what Master left for me?"
Looking at the handwriting on the paper, Yan Kaiyu's heart trembled, and slowly opened the human skin, only to see the eight big characters lined up in it, which contained deep thoughts:
After three thousand years, the sword is Zhengyang!