The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　Time seems to have returned to the rainy night a year ago, Metro City, Tsing Yi Lane.

　　 One sword goes down the mountain, ten thousand swords follow each other!

Under the torrential rain, Zhao Yu strode towards an old lady in red, who was powerful and powerful. Then he stretched out his right hand and held the vague sword, with billions of sword souls enveloping him, just like himself. Holds the entire kendo.

　　 No words, no communication, Zhao Yu already knew the name of this sword.

　　 A sword flying fairy.

Zhao Yu knew the strength of this sword better than anyone else, because he had personally controlled it, so looking at the other end of the lake, Murong He, who was pulling his sword very slowly, among the ebony black eyes of the young emperor, his eyes changed instantly. It was getting hot, and the hot blood all over the body made a roar like a river rushing.

Then Zhao Yu slowly stepped forward with his left foot, raised his left hand forward, buckled his right hand in the air, and slowly moved back. With the next breath, amidst the howling swords, a harsh eagle screamed deep into everyone’s souls. At the place, a huge golden bow appeared in front of the young emperor.

　　 Eagle song bow!

Zhao Yu’s right hand continued to buckle the string backwards, and arrows of different colors appeared on the pure golden string of the Eagle Song bow, some of which were surrounded by the law of the blue-gold wind, and some were transparent and full In accordance with the laws of space, there is a group of misty stars all over the body, like a star gathering, and so on.

On the other side, Murong and the sword drawing were extremely slow, as slow as an extremely old old man. At the same time, as Murong He slowly stood upright, the hazy sword spirit slowly Pulled out of the lake, completely exposed to the world.

　　 This sword is backed by the surviving hilt of the guarding mountain sword. The body of the sword is impermanent, intangible, and obscure, and inside is the sharp edge that tears everything, making people unable to see the truth, just like this heaven.

　　 This sword is the essence of the so-called kendo above the vast land of China!

Murong He raised his right hand, with the big sword in his hand pointed straight ahead, pointed straight at the young emperor who was bending the bow and pulling the arrow. At the same time, the Jian Jian Lake was completely violent, like completely boiling water, bursting upwards. Every time the lake surface bursts, there will be a handle. The Soul of the Sword emerged from the lake and pointed directly at Zhao Yu.

　　 "Raise your soldiers against the emperor, presumptuous!"

At the moment Murong raised his sword, whether it was the Linghe, the overhauls on the black dragon, or the civil and military officials standing in the Sitian Pagoda, they all involuntarily let out an angry shout, because for a courtier, It is a manifestation of extreme incompetence to let people raise the blade in front of the emperor.

This caused their hearts to be instantly filled with extreme anger, and their eyes were instantly red, especially the Radiant Army and Night Dire in the sky. If it were not for military orders, at this time these taboos would defend Daxia even if their bodies were broken. And the glory of the emperor!

The Sword Burying Lake on the top of Wanjian Mountain, under the gaze of a pair of red eyes, more and more sword souls rise under the lake, and the entire half of the sky is completely filled with dense mahjong, gradually forming a sword that stretches for an unknown number of miles. Long.

　　 This sword dragon has gathered the strongest swordsmanship in the vast land of Shenzhou, and it is also the heritage of swordsmanship that has been passed down for countless years.

The sword aura roared into the sky, and the sharp edge filled the entire sky of Wanjian Mountain. Muronghe had not pierced the earth-shattering and weeping sword, but the entire Metropolitan City, and even the large number of citizens of Gwangju City around, could clearly understand Seeing above the void in the distance, the long sword dragon exuding psychedelic light and the sharp edge from the sword dragon made the whole body feel a faint tingling.

On Wanjian Mountain, a large number of sword-like lofts were erected. Tens of thousands of sword pavilion disciples, according to the orders of the girl Jiansheng, sat cross-legged on the square outside the loft. Then these disciples and elders looked up at the night sky. The vast and innumerable sword-soul dragons above, all with pious expressions, slowly knelt to the ground on one knee, the sword-souls on their bodies automatically emerged, rose into the air, and then joined the sword dragon.

Within the head of this sword dragon, there is only the right arm left, but Murong He, who steadily lifts the way of the mysterious sword, has an infinite edge on his body, but this swordsman legend does not tremble at all. Then, when the edge reached its peak, Murong He finally stepped out.

After this small step forward, the situation changed suddenly, and the sword dragon composed of infinite sword souls raised up to the sky and let out a huge roar tearing the sky, and then directly from top to bottom, towards the dark golden emperor above the lake below. The flying figure in the robe rushed down.

　　 Murong He took a step forward, moved forward again, and then raised his sword, carrying a sharp edge that tore everything, and rushed towards Zhao Yu.

　　 One sword comes out, ten thousand swords go first!

　　 What a vast, shocking scene that is hard to describe in words.

　　 If there is a fairyland beyond the land on this vast land of China, and the existence is level with the Tao, then their full attack is nothing more than that.

The entire night sky, the sky, was exuded with infinite sharpness by a handle, and the falling sword soul was completely lit up. The downpour of the original downpour was completely replaced by a handle sword soul, and these sword souls were more than rain More and denser!

　　 "Murong He actually stabbed a whole kendo, how can he do this, how dare he do this!"

Above the Linghe, the roars belonging to the great masters roared, and even Chu Zhengyang, the principal of the Taoist Palace Zonghengyuan, who had been as steady as ever, changed his expression directly. Murong and this act seemed to them to be completely frantic. degree.

　　 Take the whole road between heaven and earth as a bet!

In other words, once Zhao Yu blocks or even cuts off the sword of the flying immortal outside the sky, then the entire kendo of the vast land of Shenzhou will be directly cut in the waist, and countless people who use swords will directly repair the base and fall, and there is no way. repair.

　　 "This action is the same as fishing with exhaustion, hunting with burning, drinking poison to quench thirst, Murong He will become a sinner of countless swordsmen!"

Several words were uttered from Chu Zhengyang's mouth, showing how frightened it was. Then he stopped hesitating, and went straight forward. The entire Shilihong Formation that surrounded the surrounding area began to circulate, patches of pink peach blossoms. They began to dance violently and gathered downwards, but they heard a sound of Emperor Huanghuang's voice throughout the sky:

　　 "This is my battle. All the rest, including the mountain and sea map, are not allowed to move. This is a holy order!"

　　The Emperor Gungun finished the sound, and the Shilihong Formation pointed out by Chu Zhengyang was directly stagnant, suspended in the air.

　　 After a short moment, Murong He had already crossed half of the Hidden Sword Lake with a sword, and the stegosaurus composed of ten thousand swords was faster than him.

　　 Sword Dragon Dragon opened for the first time and rushed down towards Zhao Yu. Long Xiao was a sword whistle, and countless sword souls enveloped the fields, completely filling the space above, and there was not even a shred of space to escape.

　　 Sword Rain Wash Emperor!