The Hardest Opening System in History

app2();

read2();　　 Wanjian Mountain, Buried Sword Lake, heavy rain.

　　 The original numerous anomalies above the sky have all been dissipated, and the fragmented space cracks have also been quickly made up under the laws of the vast land of Shenzhou, leaving only the silent roaring night under this heavy rain.

Zhao Yu’s not burly body stood on the Burial Sword Lake, and the silver ancient relics that originally appeared clearly around it slowly disappeared. At the same time, the young emperor’s robe, which represents the identity of the lord of Great Xia, was in the wind. Down, swaying constantly.

At this moment, countless blue sword auras rose up from the bottom of the lake in the sword buried lake. In an instant, they enveloped the entire void of the lake. These blue sword auras were dozens of times more intense than those released before the sky. Has completely condensed into a substantial mist.

　　 The Sword Burying Lake on the top of Ten Thousand Swords Mountain is the foundation of Kendo for countless years, and it is Murong He's well-deserved home ground!

　　 The deep blue sword gas cloud began to drift outwards slowly from the center of the buried sword lake, but above this buried sword lake, Zhao Yu and Murong were not the only two.

　　 On the shore of Buried Jian Lake, there was a figure in a white monk's uniform standing in the heavy rain.

　　 Zhao Yu turned his head and looked, the **** the shore burst into tears in an instant, a drop of tears flowed down from Jiansheng's eyes, and the same girl's eyes were dim.

　　Then the girl watched the young emperor's still calm face, slowly knelt down, protruding her hands on the ground, and knocked her head again and again.

　　 Zhao Yu looked at the shore in the distance, his breath was weak, and the fire of life was almost extinguished. He silently kowtowed the sword student, thick and complicated flashing in his black eyes, and then slowly said:

　　 "Jiansheng, you are not the fault of all this, you don't have to be like this, it's all for good luck."

　　 After the calm emperor's voice fell, Zhao Yu then raised his head to look at the deep, gloomy night sky above. After a few breaths, he continued to speak:

　　 "I once said that everyone has their own choice, but the choice is really not an easy task, because sometimes, even this way of heaven is forcing you!"

　　 "I Murong He, no one can force it, even this road will not work!"

　　 Zhao Yu’s Emperor Huanghuang’s voice had not yet fallen, and a middle-aged man’s decisive voice sounded directly above the Burial Sword Lake, but faster than this voice was a glaucoma that could not be caught by the naked eye.

　　 Within this blue light, there is a person!

The countless blue energy above the sword buried lake suddenly surging violently, as if it was directly split into two halves from the middle, and then the blue light ignored the existence of space and appeared directly in front of the young emperor, and within the light, he was wearing a clothes. Muronghe again pointed his **** together into a sword and pierced directly.

　　 Fight with great power, life and death are not in a flash!

In the next instant, Zhao Yu’s dark golden imperial robe flew backwards on the lake, and the sword directly pierced the young shadow’s chest, but Muronghe’s face showed no joy, and he drew an arc with his left foot. The whole figure finished sideways in an instant, holding a virtual left hand, and drew a cyan soul of the sword from the void, piercing the sword against the void again.

　　 "Wanjian Pavilion, double sword flow!"

　　 "Ancient taboo magical powers. Confusion!"

At this time, the avatar of Zhao Yu's phantom that was pierced by Murong and the finger sword shattered like a bubble, and the entire surrounding void, centered on the former finger sword, shattered in all directions like glass, and filled with it. Dense spider webs.

　　 But on Murong and the other side, under the sharp edge of the cyan sword soul, the empty dark night space seemed to be torn apart directly to both sides, and there was a touch of orange that people could not look directly at.

　　 This orange red is a blazing sword made of the most violent magma and flames in the depths of the region. It has another name, Yan Blade!

　　 Ancient taboo magical powers. Yan blade!

Murong He is the master of swordsmanship above the vast land of Shenzhou, and the king of ten thousand swords. In other words, the ordinary sword soul in the hands of the Daxia monk was naturally suppressed, but at this time, the Yan blade held in Zhao Yu's hand , From the more ancient, higher level of the depths of the **** of the end.

　　 So this is a sword that Muronghe has never seen before.

　　 Yan blade, piercing is the end!

The pure and sharp Shenzhou vast land law of swordsmanship and the sword of Yan blade pierced directly in one place. Above the sword buried lake, the endless flames of the doomsday burst outwards, sweeping across the square, and a large amount of lake water is directly evaporated into rolling water vapor, from the sky. It rises, accompanied by billowing flames, like a volcano erupting violently, clearly visible in the distance.

　　 In the west of the wide area city, those monks who were rushing out of the city gate and rushing towards Wanjian Mountain stopped when they saw it.

The right hand of Yan Ren held by Zhao Yu was steady and strong, and the flames of the last days burned blazingly on Murong and his body wearing a garb, but above the ordinary face of the latter, there was a confident look, and then his voice sounded from Zhao. Yu Erpan:

"Your Majesty, your toughness is beyond my imagination. I don't even know how many laws you have. This is undoubtedly frightening, but your Majesty, you and I fight swords against swords, and Murong and I live with swords in this life. You can die for the sword, never lose to anyone!"

Muronghe’s voice became louder and louder, and finally turned into an infinite whistling sword. In the next instant, the shadow of the sword held in his left hand suddenly became solid, and the lines on this blue sword continued to appear, just like one. The green lotus blooms outwards.

　　If Shan Wenbai is still alive, he must be no stranger to this green lotus sword, because the last scene of his life is this cyan sword tip that is constantly zooming in his sight.

Then the blue light on this sword rose and shrank, like a breath and a breath, and the substantial blue energy floating on the sword buried lake was instantly absorbed. In the induction of Zhao Yu, this sword followed like The green lotus generally blooms completely, and what blooms at the same time is the pure swordsmanship.

　　 Under the skyrocketing blue edge, the big sword of Yan blade in the hands of the young emperor shattered every inch, and even the surrounding apocalyptic flames were directly extinguished, turning into countless billowing smoke, covering the sky.

　　 Under the thick smoke, the Qinglian Sword that had smashed Yan Blade continued downwards, steadily advancing towards Zhao Yu's eyebrows, the long sword was all over the body, and the void was shattered, leaving a crack in the pitch black space.

　　 Sword repair Murong He, every sword pierced, must go all out, forget life and death, without leaving hands, this is the respect for the sword of the opponent, and the respect for the enemy.

　　 Therefore, facing Zhao Yu's eyebrows at this time, the three green lotus swords pierced by the cinnabar pattern of the three bright and dripping avenues gathered the strongest kendo pinnacle in the vast land of China.

　　 is comparable to the sharp sword stabbed by a real saint!

　　 Inside the Sitian Pagoda, there were exclaims one after another, and then rouge came out calmly:

　　 "Be calm and not irritable!"

　　At the same time, under this sharp sword, Zhao Yu's eyes were quiet and his thoughts were still clear. Then he did not retreat but stepped forward directly, and the bright voice continued to resound through the four fields:

　　 "Muronghe, I don't want to fight you with swords. Wanjian Pavilion's sword repairs, believe in pure offense, so today I want to fight with swords!"