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At the top of Qingping Peak in the sunset, two rays of rays of light roared out from the magnificent and ancient Hall of All Laws, which were also sword lights. One in front and one behind, cut the sunset and the sky, and went hundreds of thousands of miles away like chasing the clouds and chasing the sun.

In a blink of an eye, we came to the endless center of the Sansheng River.

The sky and the sea are the same color, the black clouds are low, the black tide is surging, and boundless.

Luo Changfeng, who was covered with silver-clothed silver hair in black, stood with his hands behind his back, stepping on the sea, his figure fluctuated with the surging waves, like a small boat that merged into the sea.

Tian Jiu Blade White Snow, with a smile on his face. His left hand was behind his back and his right arm was bent in front of him, like a humble gentleman, polite, so that the black sea water at the soles of his feet was as if he was listening to the teachings, he consciously rolled into a blooming water

Lotus, lift it up.

Luo Changfeng smiled slightly.

By chance, the river of time came ten thousand years ago, I first fought with the most proudest poems on the world and asked about the sword again, and then confronted the three lives of the river with the first senior of the Heavenly Nine Blades since ancient times. This encounter of asking about the sword in the world,

It must be unprecedented. Even if you can't stand a hundred moves in the hands of Tianjiu Blade and lose in a mess, this trip will still be worth it.

What's more, Luo Changfeng has now entered the threshold of the Divine Realm and is in the same realm as Senior Tian Jiu Blade. If he is serious about this battle, he may not lose within a hundred moves.

Luo Changfeng pointed in front of him, and his thoughts moved slightly, and he gathered his momentum to become a sword. The surrounding clouds and mists were summoned by 100,000 drops of water and dew, forming a long sword that was more than three feet tall hanging in front of him, crystal clear. Another thought was another

As soon as Luo Changfeng was caught in the silver-white sword domain, he jumped like a waterfall three thousand feet down from a rock cliff, turning into millions of water droplets and hanging quietly on the surging black sea surface of Sansheng River.

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Another thought, the invisible and endless sword intent is like the endless cool breeze of the deep sea, cutting countless water droplets into words, like bead curtains connecting them into poems, thousands of sentences, rising up from the sky.

"This sword is called a poem. I am most proud of learning the world who lie drunk in Daliang City. Please give me advice from my brother Tianjiu."

...

The sun never sets in the North Sea Cemetery.

It was dusk this day, of course there was only dusk here, and it was still in Ayao's room. Not only Zhenshan Chongkui, but also Shi Zongliu, Muyun Jiancheng and Lianchengjue were also gathered here this time.

It looks a little crowded.

Zhenshan Chongkui was sitting at the table, and Ayao was lying on the bed with his legs crossed. Shi Zongliu, who looked like a young man, was standing upright opposite the big demon Chongkui.

Sitting upright, Mu Yun Jiancheng leaned his arms against the window with both hands. Liancheng Jue stood behind the door with his hands in his arms, straight as if slack.

Outside the simple house, there were two young men, Chen Yanzhen and Yu Qingqi, leaning against the earthen hills, looking at the sunset from afar, drinking, whispering from time to time, and laughing from time to time.

Fourteen people who traveled across the North Sea by Kunpeng are now gathering in small gatherings. This phenomenon is actually common for the tomb guards in the cemetery that does not set sun, including the tomb owner. After all, birds of feathers gather together.

, These fourteen people originally had different ideas and did not plan to each other, and even drew their swords to fight each other. Now they are "exiled" in ancient battlefields, in a foreign land, and are surrounded by a group of warmth under the same roof. It is human nature to be a man.

Therefore, when the young Mingyue Qingping and Ajie reported the details to the tomb owner who was sitting cross-legged and closed their eyes and silently, the latter did not even open his eyes and just asked: "Where is Kunpeng?"

The sister named Qingqing replied: "The girl in Tianjiu is training."

The tomb owner called out a name: "Dangkong?"

The old man guarding outside the door, also the young Qingping's Azu, heard the call and bowed in, stepped forward and bowed to obey.

"You remind the Nine Girls of Heaven not to be careless and to protect Kunpeng well. If you leave your hometown for several years, who has not yet had a homesickness?"

...

In Ayao's room, Shi Zongliu looked at the great demon Chongkui and asked, "Are you sure the magical powers displayed by the throne in Ziwu Well are the Thousand Steps?"

Chongkui recalled yesterday's fight in his mind, and the old throne who was about to die once again reappeared in magical powers. In order to confirm his absurd views, the great demon Chongkui almost died of the hand of the old throne and suffered a lot.

The Tao is injured and I can't enter Ziwu Well again for a while.

The pale face Chongkui nodded heavily: "I am already 90% sure to confirm."

Shi Zongliu shook his head: "Not enough."

A Yao glanced at him: "This is not enough? If you do it again, we should all erect a monument for the great demon. I am afraid that even the bones will not be found by then. Maybe some old thrones of alien races will be eaten by them.

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Lian Chengjue, who was straight, stood behind the door, was shining with several set suns that were transmitted through his back. After pondering for a long time, he also said the same two words: "Not enough!"

Ninety percent of the grasp of the Thousand Side Path is actually only a lot. You can confirm the Thousand Side Path and what you should consider after confirming the Thousand Side Path, such as why the old throne of the alien race had this magical power? Thousand Side Path is obviously the Emperor's Lord

Tian created his own unique skill when he was young. If anyone in the world uses this magical skill and surpasses the great demon Chongkui, he can only be Emperor Yutian. Now Shi Zongliu and his son Di Wulei

Even if you are knowledgeable and knowledgeable, as well as the old man Tianji and Bai Zhiqiu, you will never be the powerful aliens ten thousand years ago. Is it just a coincidence? The way is simple and all things return to one?

Smart people, especially smart people like Shi Zongliu who have stood in the realm of divine attraction, never believe in the theory of coincidence and fate, they believe in cause and effect. If the old throne of the alien race did indeed use the fire of the thousand-way path.

, So what is the cause and effect between this person and Shi Zongliu? What is the cause and effect between a group of fourteen people and a cemetery that does not set? After thinking about it, there is no clue at all.

Only is not enough.

The big demon Chongkui breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll try again."

Mu Yun Jiancheng looked at him in surprise.

Liancheng Jue was also a little surprised.

A Yao said angrily: "With your current injury, you will definitely die when you enter Ziwu Well again. Don't say that you are forcing the throne to perform the Thousand Steps, you may not be able to hold on for even ten rounds."

"I'll go." Shi Zongliu suddenly stood up and looked around everyone. His gaze finally fell on Chongkui, "I have a secret method that I learned from the Yue Zhongyue and the Mirror Man, which is no less than the other race, Tianxing Shenyang General Shang.

let."

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The sky is low and the sea is wide, and the waves are surging.

The movements of the two saints fighting on the Sansheng River were so terrifying that the sea water rushed, overturning thousands of feet, constantly slapped the thousands of miles of the endless peaks, and the peaks that were only about a thousand feet high, and the veins were all suffered.

The flood cover from the Sansheng River water is instantly swallowed by the sea, becoming an island or reef under the sea, or the tip of the iceberg that reveals the peaks. The thousands of overlapping peaks in the distance are like veins, allowing countless branches to flow into streams

, gradually drifting between the rivers.

The thunder dragon roared, and the deep sea roared.

A golden heavenly sword fell from the sky and penetrated straight into the heart of the Sansheng River, separated the sea water, and two thousand-foot dragons, one black and one white, flew into the sky, and then they collided with their heads, and the two giant dragons shattered at the same time, turning into scattered stars.

Billions, as the fierce gale of wind rushes backwards, stretching for hundreds of miles, the sea water evaporates and mists rise, and the mountains, rocks, land, forests and trees become as charred as soil in the blink of an eye.

"You won."

The sound of Luo Changfeng echoed the world.