Under the thickest sky where layers of dark clouds are superimposed, the peaks of the Dadong Mountains have entered a very wonderful realm. When the first drop of rain fell, it happened to hit the golden silk painted dragon on the Ming Huang dragon robe on Emperor Qing's body.

The rain hit the dragon's right eye, and the bright yellow clothes were heavily watery, making the dragon's eyes look dim and sad.

Force.

The four extremely powerful potentials appeared at the top of Dadong Mountain shrouded in dark clouds at the same time, interfering with each other, snuggling, clashing, and gradually converging, wanting to rise to the sky and compete with those thick clouds and hidden thunder Tianwei above the mountaintop!

True.

The four realms contain the power of the entity, and they are perfectly fused together, advancing to a kind of mystical realm. When the first drop of rain falls, everything is in control of the top of Dadong Mountain. In this realm of realism and harmony, all beings begin to lose control of their own minds.

The officials of Qingguo and the sacrifices of the temple did not fall to the ground because of the terrifying momentum in the field, they were still standing, but their bodies were stiff and there was no possibility of moving. They are frightened and their eyes can't shrink, they're incontinent and can't wet their pants, they want to scream but can't open their mouths.

The long grass around the top of the mountain fell like a sword, stabbing into the middle of the field, as if worshipping the monarch of the world. The brass bell on the eaves of the temple swayed gently, but the ringing iron inside also moved in harmony without making any sound. The loess on the ground slowly retreated towards the cracks in the bluestone at a speed that could be seen by the naked eye, shrinking into a line, a shrunken line, avoiding this majestic force.

There was not a single sound, all the voices were sealed in the thick barrier of real fear, the thunder of the clouds and the whispers of the raindrops on the earth became the subtitles of the pantomime, which could be seen but not heard.

Actually super nine products, the power of the nine products, human beings have been thinking, once such a power is fully exerted, what kind of situation will happen, and today on Dadong Mountain, the five most pinnacle of the whole world shot at the same time, this power is even faintly beyond the scope of human beings, and began to be infinitely closer to the ethereal heavenly way.

The wind was blowing silently.

Heavy rain fell. Can't hear ticks.

The rain hit the old face of Master Kuhe. He was not stirred up by the pure true qi in his body, but slipped down very gently and naturally, wetting his clothes, his sackcloth. His bare feet. The wind was blowing on the top of the mountain. His clothes fluttered backwards in the wind, but his people stood quietly on the top of the mountain like a mountain, welcoming the wind and rain, not deliberately resisting, but gently and naturally mixing with the wind and rain.

This is to borrow the momentum, the mountain, the wind, and the rain. Calm the domineering true qi on the other side.

Gonggong Hong held Emperor Qing with one hand, and his whole body had stood up. The domineering true qi in his body was released without reservation, and his beard and hair were all open. He pierced the eunuch hat he was wearing on top of his head, and his clothes fluttered against the wind. There is a domineering aura of ghosts and gods all over the body, as if it wants to take this mountain, this wind, this rain ...... It's all crushed!

Master Kuhe's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of enchanting brilliance. There was a hint of a strange feeling that was completely out of line with the peaceful meaning of the heavens, and there were words in his lips, but he couldn't hear what he was reading. However, let his body swing helplessly in the wind and rain, but he could not see a trace of decline.

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In the middle of the four potentials. Only Gonggong Hong is going all out here. The breath rushed to the sky, shaking the rain around him and the emperor into a pink mist. It permeates the surrounding area, obscuring the ground scene within.

Hegemony is untenable, especially this kind of domineering that moves against the heavens and the earth. Gonggong Hong's eyes were shining with brilliance, and the whole person seemed to be dozens of years younger, could it be that he was consuming his life True Yuan to drag these three great masters for a moment, so as to give Wuzhu a chance to save the land?

However, Wuzhu was in the rain, letting the rain wet the black cloth, but it did not move.

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If he doesn't move, it doesn't mean that he will never move, so the Sigu Sword is like a rain that has changed direction, cutting through a black shadow, standing between Wuzhu and Emperor Qing like a ghost.

Si Gu Jian didn't move, just stared at his own terrain, he lowered his head, his hat covered his face, and the rain seemed to completely engulf this short man in sackcloth.

But no amount of wind and rain could engulf the sword that he was holding on the ground in his hand.

Wuzhu "looked" at the sword in his hand through the black cloth.

The sword that was still shining with cold light and blood intent in the wind and rain suddenly dimmed for a moment.

Si Gu Jian still didn't move, but the strong and domineering true qi in his body forced out, seeping out along hundreds of large and small openings in the sackcloth on his body.

These hundreds of openings are the price that this great master has paid for killing a hundred tiger guards with one sword.

The true qi of the Sigu Sword was like a substance, bursting out from his Mai's cracks, and although there was no sound, it could be felt very clearly from the shape of Mai's rapid swaying at those cracks. And after these fragments of true qi were forced out of his body, they did not break through the air, but flew around him in a terrible arc.

Bringing the rain to the ground.

The rain turned into a handful of blades, flying silently, transparent, and looking magical.

Wuzhu slowly lowered his head, grabbed the iron chisel on his waist with his backhand, and frowned.

At this moment, the rain blades around the sword flew more and more intensely, cutting off all the vitality around the body, and the entire mountain top was shrouded in an atmosphere of despair and killing.

Sigu Jian has not yet drawn his sword, because he is a foolish and persistent sword in his own right.

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Ye Liuyun didn't draw his sword either, because his sword had already pierced into the cliff wall at the foot of the mountain. There were five peerless powerhouses at the level of the Great Grandmaster in the field, and he was the only one who seemed a little lonely at this time.

He is a native of Qingguo.

He is the patron saint of the Ye family.

He was called Uncle Shi by His Majesty Qingguo.

He was going to kill the emperor of Gyeongguk.

His pair of broken gold and jade. The cloud-breaking hand is still stable and gentle in the sleeve. It never sticks out.

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It was in this moment. Master Bitter Lotus was the first to move, and he moved one foot. Just took a step towards the side of the old man Hong, and took a step gently.

But Gonggong Hong felt as if a mountain was pressing towards him. Raise eyebrows. The middle finger of his left hand bent slightly, like a thunderbolt collapsing, purely with domineering and really breaking the opponent's harmony.

The mountain breaks.

Rain solstice.

Bitter lotus, the wind and rain changed direction at this moment, and rushed towards Gonggong Hong's cheek, which was suddenly dozens of years younger.

The rain touched Hong Gonggong's cheeks. There were no traces, but Gonggong Hong's smooth face seemed to have a few more wrinkles, and the whole person was a little older!

And the rain was immediately evaporated. Grandpa Hong digged his index finger again. One pointed at the ground in front of him and knocked it down in the air. Although it is silent. But it was the rain that made way for it. Let the bluestone slab crack open. Exposed shrunken loess underneath. Even the loess can't withstand this violent breath, and countless particles are tumbling and twisting. I squeezed out moisture moisture wetly!

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Bitter lotus is like fallen leaves. Drifting away without rain, he had stepped on the bluestone slab on the ground before. Suddenly it disappears. Dried in the rainstorm, revealing cracked ground. Like yellow sand.

There is compassion in the heart of the bitter lotus. knows this companion who has been hidden in the Qing Palace for decades. I have read it today. Otherwise, I wouldn't have chosen such a tough way. What a domineering true anger this is. Such a powerful true qi was released, even if it was the body of a great grandmaster. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold it for a moment.

Yet he floated forward again. Still like fallen leaves.