In ancient times, it was difficult to shake the heavens.

Wang Luo held a double hammer in his hand, as if he was shaking fate, and smashed it into the darkness above his head.

This scene happened not long ago, but this time the roles were reversed.

Wang Luo still has one last move, and the last killing move is not used, that is, the same will be destroyed.

It's just that Wang Luo doesn't want to use it now, Wang Luo still has a lot of things to do, and there are still a lot of things he wants that he hasn't got. A lot of helplessness waiting to untie it by itself.

The moment the twin hammers touched the canopy overhead, sparks flew out, but they didn't shake a single point.

The huge canopy pressed down, and Wang Luo gritted his teeth and waved his arms strongly.

No matter how much strength Wang Luo exerted, the black sky world in front of him did not waver in the slightest.

Sima Yuan, who was standing under the heavenly dome, put his hands behind his back, and looked at everything with his naked eyes, as if he could penetrate the years.

"A long time ago, not that far away. It's only been twenty years, and that's when I met someone. He always likes to drink, and he has a wine gourd around his waist all year round. It seemed like I would never finish the gourd, and I was often curious to know how much wine was hidden in it. Until one day, while he was asleep, I secretly picked it up and looked at it, guess how many are in it?"

Sima Yuan stood below, looking at Wang Luo meaningfully.

Sima Yuan shook his head secretly: "There's nothing in it, not a drop of wine." ”

"But before leaving, I didn't ask why? I didn't see him before, but I heard that he became a very powerful person, so powerful that 、、、."

Sima Yuan pointed to the sky above his head.

"Until these years, I like to think about it when I'm fine, and I slowly understand. ”

"Some people want to get drunk and it has nothing to do with alcohol. ”

"The breeze, the bright moon, the hills, the big river, and the bright light are all enough!" Sima Yuan laughed loudly after speaking.

The short knife in his hand appeared, and the volley slashed in the direction of the heaven and earth at the top of Wang Luo.

Those who practice knives pay attention to one qi.

The big knife should be wide, and the small knife should be straight!

The long river pulled down, and there was a knife aura that approached Wang Luo.

It stretches for more than ten miles.

Wang Luo, who was holding on, turned his head to look behind him, his brows furrowed.

At the moment when he had just reached the sky, Wang Luo thought of several ways to kill the person in front of him. But he deduced it a few times, but it didn't work.

The system can't see where this person's weakness lies, so that means that only in the face of strong strength can he be defeated.

Only strength!

For a while, Wang Luo had mixed tastes, and the system was just the wealth given to him by this world. If you want to go further, you have to integrate the system better.

The sword qi was coming, and Wang Luo couldn't care so much, and let go of the scar on the top of his head.

Turning around and taking advantage of his position, he quickly retreated, and kept pinching his fingers.

There was a constant stream of gravel in front of him, hoping to hold back for a moment.

At the same time, Wang Luo's whole person fell.

Just when Wang Luo fell, the sword qi broke through a thousand stones, and there was no sharp energy, and it approached Wang Luo.

The hammers appear in front of the chest, crossed to resist them.

Just for a moment, Wang Luo felt a fishy sweetness in his mouth, and the whole person flew out on his back.

How is it possible? The sword qi is so sufficient, domineering?