He had an unsheathed sword.

21st century, night sky.

Xuanyuan Emperor Hong raised his hand to touch the void in front of him, and muttered in a low voice, "Come out." ”

His voice is very magnetic, and at this moment he is muttering, like a twilight drum and morning bell, a tiger roaring and a dragon, solemn and solemn.

Gracefully and swiftly slicing through his wrist, thick blood flew and gathered in front of him, forming a black vortex that swirled sharply.

The heavens and the earth suddenly changed color, and the jackdaw standing on the ground was startled.

There is a magic sword, formerly known as 'Xuanyuan', and later 'Dihong', when it comes out of the box, the landslide cracks, and when it enters the box, the spirits cry together.

The wind and clouds changed rapidly, the rain poured down, and the fauna on the hillside rushed down like a crumbling rock.

Halfway up the slope, the fauna was pierced by dead wood that suddenly rose from the ground.

The deadwood swirled and climbed around Emperor Xuanyuan's body, connected by flashing blue bands.

The jackdaw flew up with a white face, the dead wood had surrounded Emperor Xuanyuan, and the jackdaw kept castrating, hitting his head on the dead wood, vomiting a mouthful of blood, and falling weakly.

'Bang' and fell to the ground.

The jackdaw cupped his chest and stood up, looking up at the countless animal carcasses strung on the dead wood, and immediately his face shuddered.

After this great war, I am afraid that this prosperous world will become an infernal purgatory.

The jackdaw silently swallowed the blood in his throat, his cold eyes worried, he hung his head, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Emperor Xuanyuan looked straight at the majestic group of dead trees in front of him, as if he was thinking about it but didn't seem to care.

A flowing purple ribbon appeared on the dead wood.

Emperor Xuanyuan's indifferent pupils suddenly turned dark.

Through the vague rain curtain, he seemed to see the man's eyebrows and eyes gently caressing the wide and straight blade of the Dihong Sword, admiring and intoxicating the call of 'Dihong'......

Emperor Xuanyuan clenched his teeth and clenched his fists, and the blood on his wrist wound drifted faster.

The black swirls in front of him were so thick that they couldn't dissolve, and a pitch-black dot slowly emerged from them.

Emperor Xuanyuan's thick black and straight eyelashes fluttered sharply, and his well-defined, stiff and cold cheeks gradually dyed black and gold.

Emperor Xuanyuan roared in the sky, and with both hands together, he pulled upwards violently.

An adult-sized magic sword two palms wide, pitch black, and spitting blood-red light was born.

The mountain winds are getting stronger.

Emperor Xuanyuan's body was stretched, he held a giant sword in his hand, stretched his body, and stood up like an entrenched glutton, majestic.

Trees were uprooted, water overflowed from the moat, rice paddies were flooded, and the water rushed towards the center of the city......

The jackdaw shuddered as if hearing the cries of thousands of creatures in their dying struggles.

As soon as Dihong came out, the lives were devastated.

Why, all of a sudden, it turned out like this?!

The jackdaw gritted his teeth and sighed silently.

"Emperor Xuanyuan," Bai Yiwen, dressed in blue, stepped into the air.

Her expression was solemn, with a crystal drop of water hanging on the tip of her pretty nose, looking at the demonized Xuanyuan Emperor Hong, Bai Yiwen suddenly smiled softly, "You, are you sure you want to go against me?"

His eyes were red, and the sharp little whirlwind between heaven and earth turned into a flying sword, circling around him.

Forcibly summoning a magic sword comes at a price.

One breath and one breath, every six reincarnations, there will be one more blood mark on Xuanyuan Emperor Hong's body.

"The sword of the widow is never afraid of any threat!" Emperor Xuanyuan Hong's red eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his hand, and the tip of the magic sword pointed directly at Bai Yiwen.

Bai Yiwen and Ziyi are old enemies.

"Where is she?" said Emperor Xuanyuan's voice, hard as a hard stone.

Summoning a magic sword to deal with her......

"Where?" Bai Yiwen smiled lightly on her lips and said in a soft tone, "Perhaps, she is lying in a man's arms—"

Gangfeng covering.

Looking up at Emperor Xuanyuan's cold and hard eyes that were like a submerged in thick blood, Bai Yiwen was taken aback, stopped talking, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to block it.

The tiger's mouth was broken, Bai Yiwen's face distorted, her fingers became claws, and she screamed.

The dead wood in the air obeyed her command, and it grew wildly in an instant, and the thick, hard branches and vines stopped Xuanyuan Emperor Hong's attack.

The Dihong sword slashed at the dead wood, smashing out a spark.

Emperor Xuanyuan lowered his face, opened and closed his sword widely, and slashed vertically and horizontally, cutting the rock-solid dead wood vines into pieces in a few strokes.

……

Great Ding Dynasty.

It is not easy to forge a peerless divine weapon, and it is even more whimsical to want to forge it in one day.

The purple cloth collected the externalized black-gold flames, patted the burnt purple fox fur on his body, and spun and floated to the ground.

The demon escaped, and she chased her out of the two-dimensional space, and for convenience, possessed the corpse of a purple vixen.

So, she became a vixen.

It's a novel experience.

Ziyi touched his chin, straightened his expression, and raised his hand to collect the black stone floating in the air.

Return to where the team is stationed.

Ziyi found her cheap apprentice, Xuanyuan Emperor Hong, who was struggling to push a cart full of stones to climb the mountain.

Purple raised her eyebrows in surprise.

I still have the strength to push the cart.

She let him go because she knew that today's training was beyond the limits of his body's capacity, and he needed to rest.

Otherwise the body strikes.

It is controlled by objective conditions and has nothing to do with will.

Emperor Xuanyuan took a breath and continued to push the cart to climb the hill with a numb expression.

One step at a time.

Strands of sweat dripped down his slightly immature cheeks and dripped, dripping on the ground, wetting a fine layer of loess.

Ziyi's brows furrowed.

She trained Xuanyuan Dihong strictly, not to turn him into a hard-working cow.

His eyes wandered, falling on the soldiers and prisoners watching the play on the side, and his purple-clothed eyes were so sharp that he just missed Emperor Xuanyuan's deep gaze.

The wheels of the car skidd, and the people fell downhill.

Seeing that Emperor Xuanyuan was about to be smashed flat by the falling cart stones, a prisoner subconsciously let out an exclamation.

Emperor Xuanyuan's face panicked for a moment, and he quickly calmed down.

The noise died down, and the desert returned to silence.

Emperor Xuanyuan Hong's foot arch against a raised stone, his arm muscles bulged, and the cart was forced to stop by him.

"I can't see it!"

On the flat ground, two soldiers in black and red armor stood side by side on horseback.

A tall and thin soldier pointed at Emperor Xuanyuan with a whip, and laughed at another soldier with a scarred face, "It turns out that the high-ranking imperial nobles can also move stones and push carts...... So he was no different from the chauffeur who sold himself to the Lord. ”

A cheerful tone.

Scarface smirked and fell silent.

Tall and thin soldiers laughed alongside.

After waiting for a moment, the tall and thin soldier suddenly opened his mouth and scolded Xuanyuan Emperor Hong, "Hurry up!

Ziyi saw the flat ground without a big rock, then at the thin monkey-faced soldier with a smug face, and glanced at the gloomy scarred face beside him.

These two people deliberately targeted Xuanyuan Dihong.

There were also four prisoners in ragged clothes.

The foot that the purple clothes had just stepped out quietly withdrew.

It's time for Xuanyuan Dihong to personally go to the sea to touch the hearts of the people.