If there is only one color left in the world, then the world must be incomplete.

But at this moment, when this bizarre, mirror-like world was filled with brilliant gold, even Yang Xuan was in a hurry for a moment.

The golden moon appears, then shatters. Huge ice edges burst out of the air, only to turn into snowflakes. Even the red lotus, which could incinerate everything, was eclipsed and dissipated without a trace under the golden light in this sky.

Xuanyuan's sword has surpassed the way of the sword, surpassed all the means of attack in the world, and turned into an inevitability.

The sword is out, and everything surrenders.

Snort!

The golden light was transparent, the clothes were flying, Mo Lingyun looked blankly at the body that was in front of her, and her eyes were full of incomprehension.

And Yang Xuan was laughing and smiling instead.

"That's what I want. He smiled, then pointed.

Yin and yang are in turmoil, and life and death are in turmoil.

The white life and the black death occupy the entire sky in an instant, dividing the sky into two halves, and also dividing the golden brilliance into two halves.

The whole world was filled with a strange sound, like a lover's murmur, and like the growth of all things.

Mo Lingyun vaguely seemed to see flowers blooming, grass growing, birds chirping, and spring water murmuring, but only a second later, everything changed.

Everything withers, and then dies.

Mo Lingyun's heart trembled, and he suddenly felt that he might as well die like this.

The golden light finally dissipated in the withered world, leaving only one person and one sword between heaven and earth.

Golden longsword.

The scholar looked at the golden sword in his hand, and then at Yang Xuan, with an unprecedented look of surprise and appreciation in his eyes.

"You are good, in terms of cultivation alone, you are not far from the human emperor of the year. The scholar put away his long sword and said lightly.

Yang Xuan's body had a faint brilliance revealed, and his body, which was originally pierced by golden light, was restored in just a few seconds.

"If you retreat now, I can dissuade you. The scholar was still expressionless, and his voice was not emotional, like a robot without any emotion.

Yang Xuan smiled and didn't speak, just slowly stretched out his hand.

The five fingers are hooked, as if they are about to pick up something, and the movements are extremely gentle.

The next moment, the wind surged.

The sky suddenly turned black, and it seemed that something directly enveloped the sky, and an inexplicable aura began to gather around.

The scholar looked up at the sky, and when the golden light bloomed, the golden Xuanyuan sword appeared in his hand again.

"If the Emperor of the People holds a sword, I will naturally be invincible, but you are just a wisp of distraction, even if you have Xuanyuan, it will be difficult to exert its power. Yang Xuan clenched his fingers and said lightly: "Your strength, compared to that guy, is inferior, holding an artifact empty, tyrannical things, it is better to give it to me." ”

As soon as the words fell, the sky cracked.

An incomparably large black palm poked out of the huge crack, and without the slightest pause or hesitation, it grabbed directly at the scholar.

In the face of this huge hand, there seemed to be a trace of surprise on the scholar's calm face, but the next moment, he resolutely raised the golden long sword in his hand.

At the moment when the golden long sword was raised, a golden river suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, twisting and turning, like a golden dragon, across the void.

The divine dragon, who had been watching the battle from the side, let out a heaven-shaking dragon groan, and his body moved, and suddenly poked out a huge body from the clouds, intertwining with the golden dragon formed by the sword in an instant, and then devoured Yang Xuan together.

The golden river merged into the sea, and the monstrous waves began to flood the world, and the hand of the heavens transformed by Yang Xuandaoyi looked incomparably small under this golden wave.

But Yang Xuan smiled.

"It turns out that your strength is almost exhausted, and you need to use the power of the divine dragon to use some of the power of the Xuanyuan Sword. But alas, it wasn't enough. He let out a faint sound, then his fingers snapped.

Rumble!

The golden ocean exploded in an instant, and when the five hands that supported heaven and earth pointed to the center and closed together, the Jiuqu Golden River, which originally spanned heaven and earth, instantly exploded open, exploding into a little golden light, filling the void.

The divine dragon let out an earth-shattering dragon roar, and its body quickly shrank, and in just a few breaths, it shrank to the size of a long sword.

The scholar's face was extremely pale, and there was a trace of golden blood flowing down the corner of his mouth, and the golden Xuanyuan Sword flew out of his hand and flew straight towards Yang Xuan.

The long sword Feiling was grabbed by Yang Xuan.

But the next moment, the bright golden light like the sun instantly bloomed in his hands.

Yang Xuan let out a muffled snort, his arm drove his body, and he let out a violent tremor, and a tsunami-like force rushed out of the long sword and entered his body in an instant.

In just one breath, Yang Xuan's body produced a crack, and a golden light bloomed out from the crack, as if it was about to break him apart.

"Heh, the temperament is quite strong. Yang Xuan didn't seem to feel anything strange in his body at all, his eyes were calm, but his fingers were clasped tighter: "But since you have already arrived in my hands, how can I allow you to be presumptuous?"

As soon as the words fell, a large amount of black gas suddenly emerged from his arm, like a black giant python, knotted like a dragon, wrapping Yang Xuan's arm.

"Surrender, or die. Between the black gas, Yang Xuan said coldly.

The golden light was even more intense, and Yang Xuan's whole person seemed to have turned into a sun, scattering ten thousand rays of light to the world.

But if you look closely, you will find that between the billions of golden lights, there is a trace of black gas that begins to permeate, receiving and paying for the lost rivers and mountains inch by inch.

The scholar stood still, looking at everything that was happening in front of him.

Mo Lingyun's eyes were glazed, and his gaze kept switching between the scholar and Yang Xuan, not knowing what he was thinking.

The dragon, which had shrunk into a snake, never left, and the sky on the side kept spinning.

Time stood still strangely, as if it was going to reach the end of the world.

I don't know how long it took, but the scholar suddenly let out a long sigh.

After sighing, the golden light began to dissipate, revealing Yang Xuan, who was holding a golden long sword and his body was riddled with holes.

Yang Xuan smiled, his body moved slightly, and the golden long sword in his hand shone with a little golden light, drawing some kind of strange formation in the air.

"I see, it turns out that this is the sword of the human emperor, and it turns out that this is the secret of Penglai. He said lightly.

The scholar walked over to Yang Xuan, his body began to blur, and when he walked in front of Yang Xuan, he was about to turn transparent.

"Be kind to it. The scholar said, after that, he directly turned into a faint white light, and threw himself into the Xuanyuan Sword in Yang Xuan's hand, disappearing without a trace, without a trace.

He just didn't know where he came from and who he came from, relying on the power of Xuanyuan and the power of the dragon, he insisted until now, and now that Xuanyuan recognizes the Lord, he no longer has the power to appear in the outside world, and only by investing in Xuanyuan can he retain the last divine consciousness.

The little snake-like divine dragon didn't need Yang Xuan to greet him, so he automatically threw himself into his body and contributed his strength.

From Yang Xuan's breath, it had already smelled the same kind of smell.

After the divine dragon entered his body, Yang Xuan took a deep breath and suddenly swung the long sword in his hand forward.

Whew!

A huge golden light sliced through the void, tearing it open with an invisible.

The mirror receded like a tide, and in just a few breaths, it disappeared without a trace.

The sea breeze was blowing, and Yang Xuan, who was standing quietly above the island, looked at Mo Lingyun, who was still in a daze, and said lightly: "Where are you going?"

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