Vol 2 Chapter 519: Today's comeback is coming again (8th day of 4D)

The wind and clouds roared in the night, and the changes in the sky caused by the changes in the magnetic field spread to the world. In just half an hour, it has alarmed the meteorological bureaus of various countries around the world.
One by one meteorological warnings were sent to all parts of the country, which seemed to be stormy.
This night, there were not many people who slept well on Treasure Island or even Quan Daxuan. Under a huge sense of oppression like a sky-low veneer, there were only a lot of people who could fall asleep.
More people find it difficult to fall asleep, or look out of the window in surprise or worry.
Under the thunder and lightning, the dark clouds covered the sky, and nobody saw that the'door of alienity', which was pierced by the king's sword, exudes a faint light.
.......
Three rounds of the red sun were in the sky, shining the world.
The daylight was just right, and it was the time when the royal power opened its doors.
Before Xie Jianshi, there was a crowd of people on the flat huge square. People from all over the world gathered here, all waiting quietly.
Countless people gathered here, but there was no trace of noise above the square.
All eyes are on the young Taoists with swords standing on the high platform in the middle of the square, with awe.
On this day, the sky was not so good. It was the young man who held the sword and led it away, dispelling the cloudy clouds and exposing the sun.
Inducing celestial phenomena, but one of the symbols of the master of the gods.
Even now, Shenmai is a well-deserved master.
Not to mention, this one can also drive the formation, this method is obviously the cultivation of the "Heaven and Heaven Expectation Technique".
"Wangqi technique should have three phases, stargazing as celestial phase, observing earth veins and feng shui as geophase, and the fortune-telling fortune-telling is anthropomorphic. ..."
The young man took the sword back to his sheath, and said lightly: "If you have the chance to enter my royal power, you will also have the opportunity to learn the'natural man's hope gas technique'."
The youth spoke concisely and did not make a long speech, and directly announced the beginning: "The patriarch once said that there is no class, regardless of whether men, women and children, whether they are armed with martial arts, from any country, they can get started with kingship."
His voice was not very loud, but it rang clearly in everyone's ears.
Hum~
And as his voice rang, on the top of the king's power of more than three thousand feet, a stream of light rose from the naked eye.
The streamers are intertwined with each other and flow down from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain. There is a huge portal that outlines a breath of deep stars.
"The heart is not strong, the intention is uncertain, for mischief, thinking of the evil generation, do not enter this door."
The youth's sleeve robe turned and said loudly, "The one who walks up to the top of the mountain is my introductory disciple!"
Wang Quandao's entry is a real entry.
It is this gate that is called ‘Nan Tianmen’.
Of course, after getting started, I still have to do five years of homework in the "Questioning Heart Hall". Once I make a mistake, I will be expelled.
"How many people..."
At the end of the mountain road, Chu Fan stood side by side with Feng Mingtao and others, watching the flow of ants like ants down the mountain, and murmured slightly in his heart.
Wang Quandao opened the mountain gate once every five years and once every ten years. Over 3,000 years later, the eighth day of November has become the grandest festival in the world.
It is said that this is the day of the birth of the royal patriarch.
"Unfortunately, this day is also destined to be a day."
Feng Mingtao's burly body is quite striking among the disciples, he and Chu Fan are the same batch of disciples.
Wang Quandao has reached the limit of "discussing no matter what the heart". There are still evils in the heart, and it is not forgivable to go wrong.
Even a disciple who has already entered the door has to go up and down the mountain every day. Once he does something bad, he can't escape the three-foot sword.
There is nothing to atone for sins, and nothing less than a single thought.
It is for this reason that for three thousand years, the royal power has always stood upright, and it has always been the right way, and no one is dissatisfied.
He still remembers the blood flowing in front of the'Nan Tianmen' on the day of entry, and the screams made it difficult for him to sleep for many days.
But even so, there are always lucky people.
Over the years, the mountain gate was opened, and there were many people corpses in front of Wang Quanshan.
Today is no exception.
"But I don't know how many dreamers among these people."
This sentence, Chu Fan actually used the technique of sound transmission, directly to Feng Mingtao alone.
Compared to the chaos of 3,300 years ago, there is too much Chengping in the world today. Whether it is in the rivers or the world, it is almost as good as a sword soldier.
Wang Quandao suspended the sword world, almost no resistance.
Wang Quandao is the first choice for all dreamers.
"It's not going to be less."
Feng Mingtao shook his head in his heart: "This errand is too boring. I heard that Youzhou has a king power sword. If you can take a look, is it better than looking at the gate here?"
Not everyone likes to see the door, Feng Mingtao doesn't like this job very much, but unfortunately, where is his choice?
"It doesn't matter if you don't go. Many dreamers gather in Youzhou. I don't know how many people are going to die. You and I almost planted it before. Although we will lose the qualification to enter the "dream" twice after we die, we still need to be careful."
Chu Fan sighed.
The king power hangs the sword world, maintains the laws of all countries, but the killing is inevitable.
He and Feng Mingtao were also killed in ambush once, and it was the ‘Trumen’ that they did. At that time, more than 30 teams of dreamers were killed by them, and the two of them also survived.
"'Truman'!"
Speaking of this, Feng Mingtao's face suddenly sank: "I will find this hatred sooner or later!"
"It's hard to say that according to the news from Bai Hu, that'Trumen' entered the door of a hidden secular monastery,'Six Prisons'. Although the school's reputation is not obvious, it has been spread for more than three thousand years. It is inferior to the many true stories of my kingly power..."
Chu Fan shook his head, not optimistic,
The "Trumen" is said to have been seen by Xuan Xing and was not bad. In five years in his dream, he became a yin and yang Promise, only one step away to reach the heaven and earth. .
The first-hand War Demon Heart was shocking, and the siege organized by the Special Service Bureau was easily escaped by him.
Unless they can enter the core of royal power and learn the true story of royal power.
Feng Mingtao suddenly had nothing to say.
Although the true biography of Wang Quandao is open to all disciples, it is extremely difficult to get started. In just five years, you want to cultivate the Heaven and Earth Aura, Wang Quan Zhen Yue Jian?
How difficult is that?
At least at present, all dreamers have truly mastered the martial arts skills of heaven and humans, only the ‘Trumen’, and it seems that they have obtained the power of an old demon.
Just like Xuan Xing, many textbooks are left to everyone to learn, and what has really been achieved is still one of the very few.
"Brother Zhang!"
"Brother Zhang is back!"
When the two were talking through their own voices, they suddenly heard the noise of the mountain, and several disciples of the royal power beside them also exclaimed.
"Brother Zhang?"
Chu Fan came back to God, and was shocked when he heard the noise from the mountain.
"Of course, Brother Zhang Hongfei, he came back this time, could he lead me back to the king of contemporary swordsman?"
Several disciples of the royal power were all very excited and wished to go down the mountain immediately.
Feng Mingtao was shocked in Chu Fan's heart, and he was already in shape, and in the shouts of several disciples, he went down the mountain.
Both of them condensed their hands, feet, and legs, and the speed was extremely fast. This effort, within a few moments, had reached the middle of the mountain road and looked down.
On a road that many people under the mountain spontaneously gave way to, a green shirt swordsman took a child's hand and slowly walked toward the mountain gate.
"Brother Zhang?"
Yamashita, the young man who presided over this admission saw this blue shirt swordsman, his brow furrowed: "Who hurt you?"
"Brother Lin doesn't have to worry, but it's just too much murder, and he's disappointed."
Zhang Hongfei coughed a little, and a smile appeared on his pale face: "Fortunately, it's not a shame to bring back the future sword master in my door."
The boy was about six or seven years old, and he didn't seem to have seen so many people.
"Good boy, what is your name?"
The young man stepped off the high platform and kindly touched the child's fleshy face and was about to come out to meet him.
Suddenly my heart jumped and looked up.
I saw a cloud burst above the sky, a figure jumped from the sky, and in the middle of the sky, there was a long roar:
"Do it!"
铮铮铮铮~~~
The moment the voice reverberated, a burst of sword light burst out from the crowd, and the wind and thunder exploded, and the forest was cold and fierce.
From the west, he slashed to Zhang Hongfei three people.
And faster than the Mantian sword, it is the strong fist that came down from the sky.
At the moment when the fist print hit, the air flow in the air burst and burst, and the fistful force was like a substance, and it bombarded across hundreds of feet.
The goal is not Zhang Hongfei, but the entire square!
Thousands of kilometers away, the monsoon wind has suddenly swelled down the mountain, and the scattered energy is as sharp as a knife, which makes everyone retreat.
His spirit is arrogant, and it is nakedly displayed in front of everyone. If you dare to hide, everyone else will die!
"Bold!"
Zhang Hongfei's face sank, but he didn't expect anyone to dare to chase down under the Wang Quanshan, and his heart became hot.
Hum~
No matter how to move, a sword light that had been pretending to be a dragon was already in the air, pulling out the sharp hissing sound of thousands of air currents.
Meet the punch that shook the mountain.
"'Truman'!"
Chu Fan, who had just stepped down the mountain road, felt this familiar punch, and his face suddenly changed: "This group of people, dare to pay attention to the king's sword?!"
"Courage!"
Feng Mingtao was also shocked.
The power of the king is so powerful, and the masters of the gods are like a scalp. Not to mention that this "Trumen" has never stepped into the ninth heaven and earth. Even if he stepped on the top of the heaven and earth, he came to seek provocation.
"No, he, he really is coming to death!"
Chu Fan's eyelids jumped wildly.
Are dreamers afraid of death?
Of course I’m scared, but the dreamer who has a second comeback and two undead chances is sometimes the most terrifying dead man in the world.
For example at this time.
boom!
Between the sounds of sword sounds, the sound of the body bursting into the air burst through the sky.
Countless people on the square became horrified.
I saw that the man came down from the sky and punched down with fist prints, but he ignored Zhang Hongfei's sword that cut the sky, even if the body protection was cut by a sword, he was still being guarded.
He just stared at that ruthless sword light, punching hard at another king power master who was facing all directions.
"madman?!"
Zhang Hongfei didn't think of a master who condensed a god's veins, but even if he came up, he didn't count his life or death, and he was surprised.
Moreover, the many masters who roared out of the crowd around the surroundings, all without regard to life and death, launched a suicide attack on their own brother.
Where are there so many lunatics here?
"You are going to die, I will fulfill you!"
As soon as his thoughts moved, Zhang Hongfei's long sword turned and shattered the remaining ray of body protection from the coming person, but only twisted, and already cut off his entire arm.
The unrelenting momentum disappeared towards his neck!
You don’t hide if you cut your arm, what about cutting your head?
"Ok?!"
The next moment, Zhang Hongfei's condensed face finally changed.
Did the person disregard his beheading a sword, and even hit a punch on Brother Lin's body protection with a punch, to change his death for injury?
嗤~
Jianguang slashed the head of the man, as well as the blood column that sputtered thinly.
But at the same time, a low, thunderous blast sounded.
Brother Lin didn't expect that his brother didn't even stop for a moment. He didn't notice it for a while, and his body protection was broken.
Blood flew out at once.
But his long sword flew, like thousands of silver wires falling down, and the moment he flew, he also beheaded dozens of dead men who rushed out of the crowd.
For a moment, blood was blasting into the sky, and blood was flowing over the square.
"Sword Master!"
Zhang Hongfei was startled, and his eyes suddenly broke.
At the moment Brother Lin was repelled, a figure swept out of the crowd like ghosts, his arms spread open, like a predatory eagle, holding the child under his armpit.
Suddenly, hundreds of feet have been rushed out, pulling out the ghosts of the sky, and it is necessary to escape!
"Hahaha!"
Seeing that the ghost figure succeeded, many of the people who jumped out laughed loudly, and even without any fear, directly launched the secret of fighting.
Furiously rushed to Zhang Hongfei two people.
A group of people who cultivated the worst are also those who have condensed several qi qi, and several generations of qi qi congealed, under the impact of ‘dead men’ of this scale.
Rao was Zhang Hongfei and the two of them started a real fire, but they still took three breaths before they killed all the attackers.
And three breaths before and after, the man has escaped dozens of miles away.
The person who shot is actually a master of the gods!
"Dare to come to Wang Quanshan to make trouble and find death!"
As soon as the ghost shadow escaped, a cry was heard from the summit of King Power Mountain, and then a sword light burst into the sky, chasing away the ghost shadow.
"You can't escape!"
Zhang Hongfei's face was green, he sighed, and his breath rolled like fire, and he also caught up.
Call~
Brother Lin, however, jumped over and fell on a high platform, sweeping through the chaotic square like a frost. Among thousands of people, no one knew exactly how many dead.
If you want to pull them out one by one, even the two elite factories in the court do not have this ability.
But it is not so difficult for King Power.
His long sword was raised and his breath was cold: "Now, everyone, all up the mountain!"
The deceased must not pass the'Nan Tianmen'!
He, really moved!
"Truman ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Is this dead?"
Looking at the chaotic square, and looking at the headless body in the pool of blood, Feng Mingtao was a little dazed.
"This, Wang Quandao ignored it?"
Chu Fan was also a little dazed.
At this time, except for some disciples swarming out, why did none of the old guys on the mountain come out?
Do all the masters of the royal power, the heaven and the earth have closed their death pens?
This is impossible...
Rumble!
But the next moment, a tremendous loud noise blasted away behind the King Power Mountain.
Thousands of miles of air waves were lined up at once by the fierceness of this sound wave, and the sound was so huge that in the moment of coaxing, thousands of people in the square under the mountain were passed out without a word.
More people's eyes were blackened by the shock, and the seven tricks bleed!
"puff!"
Feng Mingtao and Chu Fan were spitting blood violently and looked back horrifiedly.
I saw that between the turbulent waves and waves that swept across the sky, the void shattered like multiple ice crystals, and thousands of twisted and fierce faces filled the sky:
"where are you?"
"Sin will be rampant!"
On the summit of King Power, a loud roar of Qingyue rang.
Then a piece of sword light interweaves vertically and horizontally, turning into a sword dragon that spans hundreds of miles, and cuts into the broken void.
Thousands of twisted and ugly faces.
Rumble!
Stone breaking!
Under the terrifying collision, with the King Power Mountain as the center, hundreds of thousands of miles of the earth's void all tremble madly.
The sky and the clouds are shattered, the mountains above the earth are collapsing, and countless grasses and trees are scattered under the beating of the Daolong tornado.
boom!
Among the earth-shattering collision sounds, countless cold and resentful voices were synthesized together and exploded in the ears of countless people in the mountains of King Power and many cities in Fengzhou:
"It's my turn!"
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