The sound of "brush, brush, brush" is endless, and the names shine one by one. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The real martial arts world, the blessed land of dry void, the old man without phase. Seven million and six thousand souls. No Return, Tagul family, "Immortal King" Hilro Tagul, 8.7 million spirits.

True Martial Realm, Northern Underworld Dynasty, Supreme King, 6.9 million spirits. No Return, House of Covenas, "Full Moon Shadow" Ochu Ande Covenas. Seven million nine hundred and sixty thousand souls.

The white light was like a tide, and in an instant, the names of a total of thirty people jumped on the stone tablet, and the top combat power of both sides was all revealed!

In the universe, a pair of deep eyes look at the Earth through countless light years. On the earth, the same pair of calm, but more mysterious gazes, shot through the layers of heavenly dome and looked at the endless void.

Nearly 10 million level of peak monks collided!

However, at this moment, at the top, the names of Tianzai True Monarch and Moyun Ancestor actually sank down together, and all the names below were pulled down a column.

Egypt, next to the stone monument, hundreds of men in white robes arched to guard the man sitting on a golden chair in the center. The man shook his fan, but his eyes were fixed on the stele.

"Your Excellency, this ......," said one of the attendants.

"This ...... It is the power of the prince of the two worlds. The man pursed his lips and looked at him like fire: "We...... It's no worse than the True Martial Realm!"

"Look, the Tianzai True Monarch of Huaxia, the Prince of the Holy Light Murad of the Vatican, the Prince of Alam Khan of Mecca, and the back, which one is not better than them?"

He took a deep breath and looked at the sky: "We, we won't lose." ”

"The earth will never be defeated. ”

Before the words fell, the stone tablet not far from them actually burst out with skyrocketing golden light!

It's not white light, this time, the light is all golden, it's not misty, it's overwhelming, and everywhere it passes, it's like an infinite sword roaring, the wind and clouds are upside down, and the rivers are upside down!

A line of words, only one line, instead of two lines like the one below, appeared on the stele in the mist of golden light. At the top, the names of Tianzai Zhenjun and Moyun Ancestor actually sank down together, and all the names below were pulled down a column.

However, this line of words is like a cloud of smoke covering the eyes, and it is impossible to see clearly, as if whose name is going to appear, but it is still hesitating.

Under the Eiffel Tower, countless people gathered together, and people from all over the world looked at each other, as if they had thought of a possibility.

"This ...... Is there still a real person to appear?" "There is only one name...... In other words, the strongest, unmatched, "unbelievable...... And also...... So, that's more than nine million spirits?" "Who the hell is it? ...... Or is it the True Martial Realm?"

This person's name is very important. Very important.

Once the two sides reach the stage where the final Yuan Ying must make a move, this person ...... It is likely that the scales of victory will begin to tilt.

The whole earth, as if the sound of a heartbeat, except for the ignorant and unconscious animals. Humans, monks, demons, they really feel the taste of their hearts beating in their throats. Gritted his teeth and looked at the stele.

In Huaxia, next to Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River, the master of the Xuanyuan Sword of this generation held Chixiao in his hand, knelt on his knees, and respectfully held it in his hand. He said in a deep voice to an old man in imitation Tang costume in front of him: "Master, please draw your sword." ”

There was no answer.

After a long time, the voice sounded: "Why draw your sword?"

"When a strong enemy is coming, you must not fight!

"The juniors are not talented, but they know that our seniors slashed the true martial arts spirit with a sword, and sat on the spot. As a junior, how can you be afraid of it?"

"Please draw your sword!"

Silent.

Five minutes later, the whole land, tens of thousands of meters around the old man were roaring, and all the grass and trees, even the cattle and sheep, flew upwards like a detachment.

Chixiao let out a cheerful chirp, turning into a crimson phoenix and rushing into the old man's hands. At the same time, a terrifying sword light cut through the wind and waves, shooting straight into the sky!

The old man didn't know when, he had already appeared in the air at an almost teleporting speed, one step at a time, one song at a time, volleying away, every step, every word, making the sky tremble.

"Ten years of sharpening a sword, the frost blade has not been tried. ”

When these two sentences appeared, within a radius of tens of thousands of meters, all weapons, even kitchen knives, let out a mournful roar, and then, in the stunned eyes of the housewives, countless swords broke through the windows and flew out of the air.

"Show the king today, who is unjust. ”

After the last two sentences, the old man's figure was gone.

I don't know how many thousands of miles away, Wei Chenyuan looked at Tai'a in his hand in amazement, he couldn't hold it at all, and actually took off his hand and flew towards Huaxia. The fish intestine, which was far away in Jerusalem, let out an exclamation, broke away from Xu Yangyi for the first time, and rushed towards Huaxia.

In the sky, the earth's Boundary Protection Array, the broken sword, emitted an unbearable hum, as if ...... A divine weapon full of human blood, after being sealed for a thousand years, it will be unsheathed again!

Xu Yangyi looked at his hand in amazement, and then suddenly looked at Huaxia, he could feel it...... An incomparably powerful sword aura is erupting from Huaxia!

"It's ...... Xuanyuan Sword Master?"

"Except for him, who can give an order and return ten thousand swords to the sect?"

Huaxia, Wanli Remnant Snow breathed a long sigh of relief, however, in the next second, the Hukou Waterfall in front of him let out an earth-shattering roar!

The stone trenches swallowed the thin smoke, and the sky poured down and roared thunder. The infinite river rushing from above turned upside down! Like a dragon turning back!

Jiuqu Yellow River was stopped at the mouth of the pot.

"Brush!" At the same time, the first line of words finally appeared on the stele!

No return, the first generation of Xuanyuan Sword Master. Spiritual power: 9,990,000 spirits!Domain: Ten thousand swords return to the sect.

New York, Times Square, this moment was silent.

Even if they were just Qi Refining and mortals, they knew what it was about.

Yuan Infant Combat Power!Prince Combat Power!The top super monk of the two realms!

The heart is whistling, the nerves are screaming, and whoever sees these words has only a sense of belonging and a strong sense of war in their hearts.

No matter mortal, monk. Whether it is refining qi or being a primordial infant.

War!

Earth, never retreat!

At the moment when the golden handwriting appeared, the entire Times Square, regardless of whites, blacks, and yellows, let out an earth-shattering cheer!

There is no real martial world!

That's the first!

Xuanyuan Sword Master, out of the customs.

This kind of shock, this kind of scorching heat with honor, advancing and retreating together, has no borders, no race, and crosses the heart.

"We are strong, we are strong!" I don't know who shouted this sentence, and suddenly, the entire Times Square was full of voices.

It's not a shout, it's the kind of hoarse roar that seems to be about to roar out the blood of the heart.

"Never back down!! "Let those bastards go back!!" "X didn't lie!It's really a war of all worlds!!" "Nearly a hundred years of preparation is for the next glory!!" "Guys!Take your weapons!What are you waiting for!!The Earth Allies are waiting for us!!"

The imperial capital, the center of the Forbidden City.

Tianzai Zhenren, who has never shown his true body, has no sadness or joy on his face, sits in the void, no longer hides the spiritual pressure on his body, and the majestic spiritual power like the sea bursts out!

It's not show-off.

It's self-confidence!

This is confidence for all the warriors of the earth, for all the people!

Yuan Ying is here, he doesn't fall, and the emperor doesn't fall.

"Buzzing ......" black and white two-color Tai Chi coiled, enveloping most of the Forbidden City, but it was so friendly to the people of the earth. I don't know how many people are kneeling on their knees reverently at this moment, their eyes are full of blood-red battle intent, and they are sincerely kneeling.

"Sure enough, it's true......" After a long time, Tianzai Zhenren looked into the distance and looked at Jerusalem: "Actually, in the past hundred years, how can countries not worry and have no worries?"

"You said a word, the earth did it, but there was also uneasiness in the heart. But today, everything is true. ”

"You...... Changed the planet. ”

He lowered his gaze and looked at the stone stele, as calm as him, and his voice trembled slightly: "I don't know which generation of Xuanyuan Sword Master, finally drew the sword?"

"We ...... Very strong!"

He closed his eyes, his eyelids twitching slightly, and repeated again: "It's really strong." ”

Qingcheng Mountain, a green dragon roared up from the mountain range, and the voice of Xu Fangyuan, who had never appeared, enveloped the entire Taoist ancestral land: "Let the master come to see me." ”

The sound was like thunder, domineering and majestic, however, the Daoist priest of the whole mountain was only stunned for a second, and then his legs trembled excitedly, and he knelt on the ground: "Welcome to the ancestor!" "Welcome to the present world of the true monarch!!"

In the back mountain of Qingcheng, three pairs of old eyes opened and looked at the front mountain in disbelief.

"It's ...... Yuanying coercion?!" "True Monarch is in the world...... The true monarch who couldn't be found last time finally appeared!" "Okay, good! Okay!!!

In the Vatican, St. Peter of the Pope of Light walked like a fly, reaching the vault of light. The salute of the cardinals on the road was as if they had not been seen.

"Your Excellency!" Pushing open a door that had never been opened, his breath was a little short: "You ......"

Inside, it was an ordinary priest.

Very ordinary, ordinary to the extreme, he gently took out a Bible, slowly flipped it, and replied without hesitation: "Finally...... It's this day. ”

"X is not lying. He closed the book, and his eyes seemed to see the stone tablet through thousands of rivers and mountains: "My opponent, should I choose this Moon Shadow Immortal?"

St. Peter of Light took a deep breath, stepped forward in two steps, and grabbed the old man's hand: "Murad...... 300 million believers have gathered in the Vatican, including 30 million monks, 10 grand dukes, 8,000 marquises, and 22,000 counts...... There are also five thousand paladins, three thousand ascetics, and...... I, the Pope, ten cardinals, three cardinals, four saints. The foundation of Catholicism is all here. ”

"I ...... I'll give it to you. ”

The priest smiled and shook his hand: "If you weren't so obsessed with power, with your qualifications, you would have come to my point a long time ago." However, I don't blame you, our foundation, our faith, someone has to let go of their practice. It's not you, it's me. ”

"You are the light on the bright side, and I am the shadow behind you. ”

He straightened his face and said in a deep voice: "In this battle, I'm afraid that the entire Catholic Church will disappear, are you sad?"

St. Peter's hands were clenched, and his voice was a little hoarse: "I will not hesitate to do so." ”

"By the earth, by the favor of mankind, there is no and no return, because it is an obligation. The duty of every Earth monk. Do you think I don't even have this responsibility, and if I had been so cowardly, how could I have come to this point? ”

The priest smiled and clasped his hands as well: "Very good. ”

"Then, let's see if this powerful enemy who has come from a light year can devour the Holy Light. ”

One city after another, one mortal after another, monks, and 100,000 stone tablets, so that most people on earth can see the contents on them. A long-lost unyielding, bloodthirsty factor that was deeply hidden in the years of peace, quickly boiled in the veins, and then exploded wildly.

No one wants to give in.

No one wants to live on his knees.

Born as a hero, death is also a ghost, so far thinking about Xiang Yu, refusing to cross Jiangdong.