Supreme Uprising

"The madman, actually made this suicide thing, he thought he was Yuanzun?" Teng Snake Datianzun looked like Luo Yunyang, the **** of the people, and his eyes were full of contempt.

However, at this time, although he was full of sarcasm to Luo Yunyang, his body quickly retreated.

He did not know how much power Luo Yunyang could use the tens of thousands of sects, so he quickly retreated and was not prepared to use his body to bear the anger of Luo Yunyang.

And the nine-day Tianzun, such as Yan Jianjian, is also rapidly retreating.

What remains in the void is the thirty-six-day monument of the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty. At this time, the body of the thirty-sixth-day gods in the middle of the monument is gathering and laughing.

He did not look at Luo Yunyang, but looked at Yushan that day with his eyes. The voice was filled with provocative words: "Wanliu Yuanzun, this is the means by which your dog jumps to the wall."

"Really let me down!"

What kind of character is Wanliu Yuanzun? Although he was badly hit, he now has to spread his own cultivation, but his identity is not lost.

Generally speaking, in the face of the identity of Wanliu Yuanzun, no matter who they are, they must maintain sufficient respect.

However, the hatred between Yuan Yizun and Wanliu Yuanzun made Yuan Yihuang never put this kind of rule in his eyes.

He is going to step on the face of Wanliuyuan in front of more people, at least let Wanliuyuan respect forever lift his head.

There is no snoring in Wanliu Yuanzun, but it seems that he is unwilling to pay attention to the Yuan Emperor. It seems that he has been greatly restricted at this time and he can’t speak at all.

"Kid, good, dare to let the tens of thousands of sects should belong to the heavens and the air into your body."

"Do you know?" Yuan Yizun looked at Luo Yunyang, with a hint of madness in his voice: "The ultimate result of you is that you can't bear the energy that is madly poured into your body, and you will eventually die."

"Is it very angry, does it feel that I am abhorrent?"

Just like teasing a little beast, Yuan Yizun looked at Luo Yunyang: "Is it shot, are you not killing me?"

"Looking at your heroic look is like a character, but in reality, you really have no use."

"You and me, the difference is really too far."

Luo Yunyang slowly raised his sword in his hand, although at this time the kind of balloon that made his body like a blown drum had a very uncomfortable feeling.

However, Luo Yunyang feels that there is a kind of incomparable power in his own body, and with this power, some mysterious lines, along with those energies, continue to flow into the mind of Luo Yunyang.

For this pattern, Luo Yunyang's heart is full of joy.

He has added a lot of sentiments to Tian Yu's thirteen swords, especially the contents of the Tian Yu thirteen swords that poured into him, and that Luo Yunyang has a feeling of benefiting a lot.

Originally, this feeling made Luo Yunyang feel uncomfortable. Now that the Yuan Emperor actually said so, how could Luo Yunyang be polite with him.

For Yuan Yizun, Luo Yunyang originally hated it. If it wasn’t for this emperor to use his own sister to threaten himself, why did he take such drastic measures.

"Dead!" Sinked and sipped out from the mouth of Luo Yunyang. With this long drink, a sword light filled with sharp and indestructible, from the Shaoyu sword, smashed toward the Yuan.

This sword is very simple at first glance.

However, if you look closely, you will find that the focus of this sword is not the one that comes across the sky, like a sharp sword.

Instead, with the help of Jianguang, the swordsmanship of time and space is long.

In the door of Tian Yu, this sword is called the cross sword and the sky is the tenth sword of Tian Yu's thirteen swords. Some people even gave him the title of a sword ten.

With the display of Jian Shi, the chilly smile of the Emperor, who was standing in the thirty-six gods, gave a sardonic smile.

He did not care too much about Luo Yunyang's sword. And his hatred of Wanliu Yuanzun made him reluctant to back down.

Therefore, at the moment when the sword light fell, his mouth showed a faint smile, a cold words, at this time it even rang from the mouth of the emperor: "The frog at the bottom of the well, I really don't know. depth."

Accompanied by this voice, Yuan Yizun’s palms were caught in the void, and thirty-six were made around the monument, and there was a long river running through the law, and the sword light of Luo Yunyang greeted him.

Jianguang and the law of the long river, collided in the void, a rule of law, long river, collapsed under the Jianguang. But when the last rule of the river was cut off by Jianguang, the Jianguang was also weakened by nine points.

In the end, Jianguang, who had nowhere to go, was squatting on a huge monument. The monument did not change much, but the long river of Jianguang had already disappeared into the void.

Although this sword, Luo Yunyang seems to have the upper hand, but for the one yuan, but did not cause any major harm.

Therefore, at the moment when Jianguang collapsed, the figure of the emperor, who was condensed in the middle of the thirty-sixth day of the monument, was cold and cold: "This sword looks a bit tastey, but if you want to kill me, it is still bad. Far."

"Even if it is your last fight, there is only such a little strength, Wanliu Yuanzun, this time, is not very unwilling."

"Come on, with stronger power, I know that you still have the strength to use these forces, you dare not!"

In the eyes of the smashing stone, the flames of anger are burning. He knows that cultivation has reached the point where his master and the emperor are the emperor. The sarcasm of speech is actually useless.

However, at this time, Yuan Yizun still used this kind of discourse to ridicule his master. The idea he played was clear and natural.

This Yuan Yi emperor is to use this way to vent all the hatred in his heart. Although from the heart, the stone giant Tianzun looked down on this way, but when he faced Yuan Yihuang, he could do nothing.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to shoot. It’s really that if he is a shot, he’s afraid that he won’t be able to turn a corner, and he’s going to be killed by Yuan’s emperor.

The gap between him and Yuan Yizun is really too big.

Luo Yunyang's heart is very calm, although Yuan Yi's provocation is so unpleasant, but Luo Yunyang is very clear that this provocation is not aimed at him, but against the Wanliu Yuanzun.

Wanliuyuan is still not angry, and he is angry with himself.

Jian Shi, the power of the cross sword to break the void, surpassed Luo Yunyang's thoughts. He feels that this sword, even if it is a nine-day god, I am afraid that the opponent can have a half chance to die directly under the Jianguang. However, in the face of Yuan Yizun, it was only on the other side of the monument, leaving traces.

And when Luo Yunyang was preparing to accumulate strength, the voice of the tens of thousands of sects rang in his heart: "Kid, can you still use the sword eleven?"

Sword eleven!

Wanliu Yuanzun sweeps the Quartet with Tianyu thirteen swords. Even in the Temple of Hongmeng, there are special palaces with Tianyu thirteen swords.

For the front nine swords, Luo Yunyang still has some understanding, but when he comes to the back of the four swords, he simply does not know what the four swords are saying.

Today, the sword ten has already made Luo Yunyang feel that he has gained a lot. Now Wanliu Yuanzun mentioned the sword eleven.

"Shi Jianjian eleven, how much strength do you need to bear?" Although he felt that he had no problem, Luo Yunyang asked him to the Wanliuyuan.

"The strength is increased by five times. The sentiment about the sword eleven is ten times stronger than the sentiment of the sword ten." Wanliu Yuanzun has no concealed meaning on this issue, and his voice is moving toward Luo Yunyang.

The strength is increased by five times, and the strength of the body itself is simply unable to withstand it. Even if his own body has reached the subversion of the Four Universe, even if he still has the blood and the blood clock.

However, Luo Yunyang feels that this kind of power is still too much for himself.

Fortunately, Luo Yunyang himself has a property regulator, so after hearing the words of Wanliu Yuanzun, his eyes flashed a bit of firmness: "No problem."

Wanliuyuan respected the long laughter in Luo Yunyang's heart, and with this long laughter, Luo Yunyang felt the power pouring into his own body, and the madness strengthened.

These forces, at this time, have presented a sense of materiality, and the memory of the sword eleven is better like a dragon, in the rolling energy, constantly floating.

Luo Yunyang's ability to accept is already strong enough, but Luo Yunyang still feels a lot of understanding of these gods that are pouring into his mind.

But the **** pattern seems to have a kind of force in the urging, so that he can directly display the sword eleven that looks like a horror in Luo Yunyang.

Shao Yujian issued a sword of sound, accompanied by this sword, Luo Yunyang's body, but also become more and more intense.

The swordsman, which was condensed by the swordsmanship, began to become sharper and more blazing.

Originally, with a provocative attitude, Luo Yunyang’s Yuan Yizun Emperor’s shadow was also dignified.

Luo Yunyang looked at the Yuan Emperor, cold and cold: "Since you want to see, let you see."

The beautiful sword light has returned to the bland at the moment of waving, but the sudden dullness is implicit and a law that cannot be reversed.

This kind of law is not a law of origin in the heavens and the earth, but a law that belongs to Wanliuyuan.

Luo Yunyang did not know how to describe this law, but the name of this law is closely remembered in his heart.

Sword eleven, a sword crossed the silence.

With the display of the sword eleven, all that was shrouded in Jianguang began to burst. Jianguang did not sweep the thirty-six-day monument, but on the thirty-six-day monument, there was a crack in the road.

And the figure of the emperor, who is between the thirty-six stone tablets, has no resistance to the slightest, and is dissipated in the void!

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