The sword that was kicked away had no complaints, and the muscles and bones of his body exploded, crackling, and his body was not controlled at all and crashed through the void barrier above the Wanyuan World, above the volley.

Along the void that cracked outside the world, he went straight into the depths of the vast sea of stars, bringing up a brilliant blood mist, which was very dazzling.

His body arched like a ball, and the blood and qi in his whole body had already been scattered, and his body could only fly out passively.

He never thought that he would be humiliated so much, and the Jinpeng Emperor really didn't care about anything, and wanted to tear his face with Jixia Dongtian.

What he didn't expect was that as soon as he came, he was beaten up by the warriors of the Jinpeng Emperor clan, and he didn't even have the power to backhand.

As the descendant of the Jixia Cave Heaven Kendo, the first line of the sword path boasts that it is inferior to the three schools of law, dao, and ink, and its power is second only to these three veins.

Even in terms of combat power alone, the edge of the sword path is definitely enough to dominate the entire hundred schools under the grass.

Even if he is a warrior from the Godless Clan, as long as he is not an old monster of the older generation, he has the power to fight, and now he is directly kicked away.

Shame on you!

Such a defeat is even more in front of countless warriors, and this kind of humiliation for him will be engraved for a lifetime, unless the figure in front of him is completely annihilated.

Jinpeng Imperial City.

It is not only the warriors of the Jinpeng Emperor clan who live here, but also the warriors of the Terran race who travel between the land of the Terran and the world of Guiru, and they will also rest here.

At this moment, these warriors from all over the human race were dumbfounded.

What is this all about?

Is the Great War about to begin?

The strength of the warriors who can go back and forth to the adventures of the Guiru World is enough to be regarded as a small powerhouse on the Terran continent, and there is even the existence of a king.

The scene that suddenly happened in front of them made these old guys sway, and it seemed that they couldn't see the general trend in front of them clearly.

Recently, the world has been transformed, and the half-saints have shed blood, and the whole world is sad.

In the vast world, one by one in the ancient legends, even the ancient clans that have been buried in the years without the slightest trace, have appeared out of thin air.

Not to mention, just on the land of the Terrans, the Terrans have made big moves one after another these days, causing panic among the Terran warriors on the land of mountains and rivers in all directions.

The strong man who can seal the king of heaven and earth can already have a subtle connection with the general trend of humanity, and he has already had many guesses in his heart.

......

After kicking the martial artist of the Jixia Cave Heaven back into the starry sky, Qingyang Huan stood above the void, looking up at the vast starry sky manifested in the great crack of the void outside Wanyuan.

Above the starry sky, the bright starlight is intertwined, forming a splendid colorful dress, and at this moment, in the starry sky world above Wanyuan, a dark shadow descends from outside the heaven and earth.

It was a huge ancient city, a fortress of war to be exact, with walls that were thousands of miles high, and towering arrow towers surrounded the interior.

Each tower is carved with quaint lines, and the entire war fortress is covered with pitted marks.

The mottled trails were stained with blood that had long since congealed into black, and large cracks pierced through the fortress.

Such a large-scale war weapon specially designed for war divisions has long disappeared in this era.

Only at the beginning of antiquity, when the human race was weak, in order to resist the hunting of foreign races, it was created with the efforts of the whole race.

As the Jixia Cave Heaven that once guarded the West Pole Star Heaven of the Terran Continent, it is not an accident to have such a war fortress.

Soon, in the vast starry sky, the war fortress moved to the sky above Wanyuan, and the cold wind whistled by.

At this moment, on the top of the war fortress, on a gray-covered lookout, Han Tian stood in a dark golden robe.

No matter how the winds of heaven whistled in all directions, they all disappeared between Han Tian's breathing.

He stood on the lookout, his figure was like a dark golden mountain, exhaling and turning into a dragon, roaring like thunder in the nine heavens, and his breath caused the world to change.

"Rubbish!"

A soft groan, exhaling and turning into thunder, landed in the entire fortress of war, but it exploded like thunder.

A streamer of light rose from below, eventually crashing into the inside of the war fortress, and the sword without complaint finally stabilized itself on a sword tower.

He was in a mess, his robe was smoky and tattered, and the red blood soaked through the white robe on his chest, which was shocking.

His eyes were as red as blood, and he accumulated indescribable resentment, and his whole body began to swirl with blood flames.

There is no doubt that this is angry!

In front of everyone's eyes, in front of the sons of the Cave Heaven and the peers of the hundreds of schools and bloodlines, he was kicked back like this.

Anyone will feel hot all over their bodies, and they can't wait to find a gap to get into.

"Holy Son. ”

Jian Wuxian staggered to his feet, ignoring the stinging pain coming from his body, staggered and flew to the lookout, bowed down with his fists, and shouted in a low voice as he endured the constant surging blood in his abdomen.

In this short period of time, the war fortress of Jixia Cave Heaven has fallen under the pressure of the atmosphere outside Wanyuan.

For a while, many warriors saw the figure of this dark golden battle robe located above the lookout.

Son of the Son!

This is equivalent to the existence of the prince of the ancient country.

One of the ancient countries is in the cave, free from the human continent, not listening to the tune, not listening to the announcement, and at ease, which is even more carefree than the emperor and the royal family.

Many warriors looked up at the sky, except for the people of the Jinpeng Emperor Clan, who were flickering with worry in their hearts, the vast majority of the warriors, the eyes that burst out of their pupils were excited.

Such a scene, needless to say, is naturally indispensable to a big war.

Recently, as the people who eat melons, they are quite busy, all kinds of melons.

Observatory.

Jian Wuxian endured the severe pain and bowed down, his face was hot, and the pain on his body was far less than the mental torture at this moment.

"You ......"

At this moment, Jian Wuxian subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of Qingyang Huan, and the resentment in his eyes condensed into substance.

"The Holy Son is the master for me, and the Jinpeng Emperor clan deceives the teacher and destroys the ancestors, and the inheritance of this lineage should be withdrawn to set an example, and the clan will be reduced to a slave in my cave. ”

"Ah......h

However, at this moment, his body suddenly stuned, and suddenly his pupils showed an indescribable fear.

"Save Me ......"

Poof!

The scream sounded from Jian Wu's mouth, and he saw that hundreds of thousands of blood flowers burst out of his whole body in an instant, and the whole person's eyes suddenly turned black, piled up in front of Han Tian like a puddle of mud.

Hiss!

This scene made the figures standing in the arrow towers in the war fortress gasp one after another, and silently feel a chill behind them.

Not an inch of the bones of the whole body burst open, which is even more terrifying than death.

A puddle of mud!

Even the great keel of the spine of the human bloodline was shattered!

Looking at the puddle of blood-colored mud in front of him, Han Tian's expression turned pale.

It's a slap in the face!

As the Holy Son of Jixia Cave Heaven and the future Cave Master, he was beaten with a bang.

What's more, at this moment, the sons of all the veins of the Jixia Cave Heaven looked at him around, and this kind of humiliation made him angry with a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

It is precisely because of the gathering of hundreds of schools of thought that he is the Holy Son, and without the support of these people, he is what kind of Holy Son.

As the saying goes, it depends on the owner to beat a dog.

Is this a slap in the dog, this is a slap in the face.

Jian Wuzhi is the descendant of Zhuzi Kendo, and if this matter is not solved well today, it will make Zhuzi a hundred schools of thought.

Qingyang Huan stepped into the air and looked at Han Tian at eye level.

"Who are you!"

Han Tian's eyes were full of murderous light, he already knew about the Jinpeng Emperor Clan, and he didn't have this purple-robed figure in front of him at all.

Then, he shook his head slightly, his eyes were still shining, and the icy chill froze the wind around him.

"Whoever you are, you're going to die today!"

If he doesn't win Qingyang Huan today, he won't do it.

Facing Han Tian's murderous intentions, Qing Yanghuan chuckled, stretched out his hand and gently hooked his fingers.

"No, you're a grandson. ”

Qing Yanghuan's tone was calm, and he didn't care at all about the killing that had been condensed into substance.

"Do you have a grandson in the hundred schools, are you a grandson, it just so happens that I am in the same line of Lao Tzu. ”

Kill!

This sentence completely made this holy son who had fallen into the cave explode.

He waved his palm out and fell down in the air, and for a while, the four laws of wind, rain, thunder and lightning were derived from this palm.

In an instant, the wind and rain were intertwined, the thunder was intertwined, and the killing light was like a vast sea, surging, almost immediately covering the sky above the Wanyuan World.

Thunder and rain were raging, as if the world was apocalyptic, and a giant dragon danced in the storm above the void, coiling above the void.

This is the legendary law of the ancestral dragon, the legend of the true dragon without a trace, the clouds and rain are just ordinary, gathering wind, rain, thunder and lightning, rampant in the world.

The giant dragon emerged from the wind and rain, and for a while, the entire Wanyuan World was floating in the claws of this huge dragon.

The dragon power was vast, the wind swept the clouds, and the high sky seemed to be suppressed all at once, so that all the martial artists were breathless.

The dragon was wrapped in wind, rain, thunder and lightning, and the volley suppressed Qingyang Huan.

This is the strongest technique of the Jixia Cave Heaven Methodist, the mastery of the Dao method, and the evolution of the mysteries.

The dragon was incomparably huge, under the shadow of this dragon, Qingyang Huan was like the size of an ant, and the dragon head was entrenched in the sky above his head, overlooking the humble creatures.

And Han Tian stood on top of this giant dragon's head, like a real god, walking clouds and rain in this heaven and earth, patrolling the world.

"The Law of the Ancestral Dragon. ”

Qing Yanghuan looked at the wind, clouds, thunder and lightning carried by the huge dragon, his body did not move at all, and he still did not move like a mountain despite the wind and rain falling down.

The spiritual world is quiet, without the slightest ripple, and the soul is always like a pure land despite the torrential rain outside.

Boom!

The dragon bowed its head and opened its huge mouth to swallow him, but it was again unable to move an inch from a few feet from him.

The wind, rain, thunder and lightning burst out at once, converging into a sea of thunder of destruction, completely submerging Qingyanghuan's figure.

......

Imperial City Central.

"Thousands of miles. ”

On the roof of the Imperial Palace, next to Peng Wanli was a middle-aged warrior in gold clothes, with a momentum like a towering mountain, full of blond hair, and a pair of eyes flashing dark gold.

At this moment, the mountain is also trembling slightly.

"Father is relieved, the luck of the junior brother is as brilliant as the sun, and his move is to cut off the fortune conquest between my Jinpeng Emperor clan and Jixia Dongtian. ”

Peng Wanli squinted at the vast sea of thunder accumulated above the sky, and there was a trace of worry in the depths of his pupils.

......

Above the Wanyuan Heavenly Dome, the surrounding atmosphere has long been destroyed.

Airplanes!

Facing the huge dragon head like Shenyue, he stretched out his big hand towards the void, and then pointed his finger above the air towards the dragon head.

What the!

On the fortress of war, the descendants of the hundred families of the princes, when they saw this scene, their eyes showed surprise, and then turned into a sneer.

Look for death!

Han Tiannai is the descendant of the Hundred Sons of the Hundred Sects of Magic, and he can sit on the throne of the Holy Son, not because they are humble and humble of the Hundred Sons of the Hundred Families, but because they need real combat power to obtain.

The Holy Son Han Tian is known as the existence that has stepped into the emperor realm for a hundred years.

At that time, he will be the big man who is really in charge of the blessed land, even if he is on an equal footing with the older generation.

Half-step Emperor Realm!

Even stronger!

In the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, Qingyang Huan let the wind and rain blow, the sky and the earth swayed, and a little black light flashed on a finger, which was on the dragon's head.

Airplanes!

The dragon derived from the four laws of wind, rain, thunder and lightning began to dissolve, and the Dao talisman derived from wind, rain, thunder and lightning was like time and rain, crystal clear, and flying.

Whoa!

The next moment, a ray of black light burst out from Qing Yanghuan's outstretched fingers and turned into a sword, sweeping like lightning, and the entire dragon head was split from the middle in an instant.

Burst!

Standing on top of the dragon's head and controlling the wind, rain, thunder and lightning, the Holy Son of Jixia was hit by the sword light formed by the black light at the moment when he didn't react at all.

The body flew sideways, and the blood flowed down the corners of his mouth, and a wisp of aura that encompassed the universe rushed into his body in an instant, flowing along the limbs.

Boom! Boom!

Han Tian's body staggered backwards, and with every step he stepped out of the land of Lixu, the black light in his body burst out with a fierce killing, like a knife cutting through the flesh and blood of his body.

Every step he took back, the phantom shadow of the dragon collapsed, and when he stopped, the huge dragon figure completely disappeared with the wind, rain, thunder and lightning in the sky.

The sky covered by the wind and clouds and thunder suddenly returned to its original state, and countless martial artists saw the scene of Han Tian's violent retreat, and their eyes showed a look of amazement.

This scene is amazing!

The embarrassed and backward Holy Son, a little bit like a burnt black spot on the dark golden robe was very eye-catching, and it cut open the robe and printed on the battle body.

Heavenly Dao!

Although it was only a short moment, the black light between Qingyang Huan's fingers was only a flash, but it was captured by many martial artists.

The contemporary saint son of Jixia Dongtian, who controlled the spells of the Legalist lineage, evolved the dragon, derived the clouds and rain, and the lightning and thunder, all of which were broken by such a light and cloudy manner.

"Heavenly Dao!"

Han Tian, who was defeated in embarrassment, could not hide the look of horror in his eyes, and he looked down at the torn marks on his battle robe.

A ray of Dao light condensed by the Heavenly Dao almost caused a riot in his body.

"No wonder you are so arrogant, the rumored appearance of the heavens in the Returning Ruins World not long ago turned out to be you!"

Raising his head and looking at Qingyang Huan, Han Tianzhu had already suppressed the riot in his body, and in addition to the flickering killing intent in his eyes, he unconsciously mixed with other meanings.

A battle intent rushed into the sky, and the Heavenly Dao that had just been condensed was not enough for him to dare to make a move!

The Dao of Heaven is still the Dao of the Heavens and the Heavens, and if you want to completely transform into one of the ten thousand Daos of Heaven and Earth, you still need to go a long way.

His eyes were very bright, and he didn't want to come to suppress the Jinpeng Emperor Clan, but he encountered such a change.

Although it was a bit of a surprise, it was also good news.

As the Holy Son of the Supreme Inheritance Cave Heaven, the various creations he has experienced are far beyond the imagination of ordinary martial artists, and in the face of the Heavenly Dao in the process of transformation, for him, it should be a kind of creation that belongs to him.

Throughout the ages, how many warriors have pursued this realm of mixed elements, and many myths have been born, perhaps this is his opportunity, an opportunity to create myths.

"You are very strong, but you will definitely become a stepping stone on my way to becoming an emperor!"

The momentum on his body condensed again, and Han Tian's eyes overlooked Qingyang Huan.

In an instant, a simple and vicissitudes of life permeated Han Tian's body.

A wisp of purple-gold divine armor derived from his dark golden robe, and the lines were twisted and outlined, forming runes containing the rhyme of heaven and earth.

Obviously, after being pierced through the battle robe by a trace of Qingyang Huan's chaotic Dao light and injuring the battle body, he also became wary.

The runes outlined by the purple gold divine armor render a desolate land of mountains and rivers, and one by one the figures wander between the mountains and rivers, enter the ancient city, enter the tribe, and inherit the path of martial arts.

The ancestors of the hundreds of schools of thought trekked through mountains and rivers, and taught the fire of martial arts to the warriors of the human race.

Sons of the Holy Armor!

Seeing this pair of armor, a king exclaimed.

As one of the supreme inheritances in the world of the West Pole Star, although Jixia Dongtian is not as famous as the Duanmu Ancient Kingdom now, it can be passed down from the Middle Ages to the present, which is enough to prove the depth of its heritage.

This ancient armor is an ancient technique of Jixia Dongtian, although Jixia Dongtian was really established in the Middle Ages.

However, the ancestors of the hundred schools of thought appeared as early as the beginning of antiquity, at the beginning of the birth of the human race, but the real system was completed when the Jixia Cave Heaven was established.

Since ancient times, the warriors of the hundreds of schools of thought have led the human race from the dark and reckless land to resist natural and man-made disasters, and the accumulated blessings are difficult to describe.

In that era, the ancestors who guarded the difficult reproduction of the human race, which one should not be honored as a 'saint'.

This ancient art handed down by the ancestors of the sons is rumored to be a supreme imperial art, and it is said that whoever can truly understand the great perseverance of the ancestors will be able to reach the peak of this imperial art.

As the Holy Son of Jixia Cave Heaven, he could naturally cultivate this great technique, and he had already cultivated to a very high level.

After deriving the Holy Armor, Han Tian's expression regained his composure, and the kindness from the ancestors of the Hundred Families of Sons brought him confidence.

Immediately after, a ray of divine light floated in his hand, and the three-foot light sword did not burst out, but exuded a heaviness like mountains and rivers.

It's a heavy sword, shaped more like a ruler.

After holding the heavy sword, Han Tian's momentum on his body completely converged to the peak realm, and the momentum of Chongxiao broke through the vast starry sky in one fell swoop, and went straight to the top of the Nine Heavens.

"Descendant of the Heavenly Dao, take out all your strength and let me see how great the legendary Heavenly Mixed Yuan is, and whether it is worthy of the myth that has been passed down through the ages. ”

Between breaths, in the world of Wanyuan World, the wind and clouds completely changed, and he was attracted by the Holy Son.

"You're not qualified!"

Facing the Holy Son of Jixia, who was wearing holy armor and holding a holy sword, Qingyang Huan looked at him quietly and shook his head gently!

Not eligible!

"Rampant!"

Han Tian, who had just calmed down, laughed angrily, and the person in front of him was too rampant.

In fact, not only him, Qingyang Huan's cold voice also spread all over the Wanyuan world, and some martial artists who had been up and down for a long time also frowned.

It's crazy!

The Holy Son of Jixia Dongtian, under the starry sky of the West Pole Star Heaven, there are only a few people who can compare with him in status.

According to legend, its strength has already crossed the realm of the king, and it is not an exaggeration to call it a half-step emperor realm.

Amidst many doubts, on the rooftop of the imperial city, Peng Wanli looked at Qingyanghuan's figure, with a hint of thought in his eyes.

The speed of the junior brother's combat power progress far exceeded his expectations, but it didn't feel abrupt.

......

"You really don't deserve it!"

In the face of the doubts of the Quartet, Qingyang Huan's eyes were still calm, and he stared at the Holy Son and said.

"Okay, well, when I suppress you, you will know whether you are worthy or not!"

Han Tian's eyes burst out with killing light in an instant, and he held the Zhuzi Holy Sword in his hand and walked in the direction of Qingyang Huan.

The Zhuzi Holy Sword, like the Zhuzi Holy Armor, is also a great technique that belongs to the Hundred Schools of Zhuzi, one attack and one defense, and the attack and defense are one.

Airplanes!

For a while, the momentum on Han Tian's body began to surge like a monstrous wave, wave after wave, surging, rendering heaven and earth.

Behind him, a magnificent and desolate mountain and river slowly emerged, mountains and rivers, the sun, the moon and the stars.

Immediately after, a majestic figure gradually emerged between the reckless mountains and rivers.

Each of these figures was dressed in coarse linen animal robes, or even simple animal skins, with the vicissitudes of life on their faces, or holding tortoise shells in their hands, or wooden staffs, or stone swords on their backs, or grass and vines......

Each figure had its feet on the ground, its body standing upright, like a stone spear piercing the earth, raising its spine high.

This is the epitome of the ancestors of the hundred schools of thought.

A phantom figure, hazy from a distance, from the first one that appeared, as if a wisp of fire burned.

When more than a hundred figures appeared, the sparks were ablaze.

These figures surrounded the back of the Holy Son, and shouted as he waved the Holy Sword of the Sons in his hand, illuminating a blue sky for a while.

Looking at the ancestors of the hundred schools of thought, the pupils of Qingyang Huan's eyes were rendered purple, and his eyes saw through time and space.

"Have you ever remembered, the white bone ...... under the dark world"

"Have you ever remembered that the red blood soaked the divine land......"

"Have you ever remembered the blue sky through the blue blood......"

......

"I have never forgotten the blood-stained sky......

"I would like to be turned into firewood and light the way forward for the human race......"

......

The sound of the old man echoed between the heavens and the earth, and the heaven and earth of the Wanyuan World once again dimmed, and countless martial artists felt the depression from the depths of their blood.

The ancestors of the Hundred Schools of Sons moved together with Han Tian, and the ancient time and space recovered, covering the heavens and the earth.

At this moment, the purple light in Qing Yanghuan's eyes saw through the phantom of the hundred schools of thought, and a sharp killing intent was derived between his fists.

The Chaos Dao Talisman seemed to be on fire, and a supreme killing battle evolved between his fists, and behind him, an ancient mountain and river continent phantom appeared, reflecting each other.

Airplanes!

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no burst of divine light, and the moment Qingyang Huan's fist and the holy son of Jixia collided, the heavens and the earth trembled slightly.

Not only that, but in the entire Wanyuan World, the hearts of all the human bloodlines couldn't help but throb.

Rumble!

Qingyang Huan stepped forward, and the whole person was like a burning purple jade, and his fist shook the holy sword of Zhuzi.

At this moment, the fierce killing machine rushed into Han Tian's body along the holy sword.

Click!

The Sacred Sword of the Sons let out a soft sound, and a crack was derived at the place of impact, and then spread like a spider web throughout the Holy Sword.