The sword qi came from a hundred miles away, majestic and forested, carrying supreme divine might.

Under the thousands of sword qi, Li Yuanhao and Lin Yunfeng were as small as ants, blocking half of the sky with sword qi, printing and dyeing the entire night starry sky, and in the center of the sword qi, Hao Lian's flowing water black hair was flying, and the breath was so abundant that it could not be self-contained, and it was scattered and meandering like a flood of breaking embankments, forming a towering sword mountain composed of sword qi, and what was even more terrifying was that this sword mountain was still expanding, smashing towards the common two.

Lin Yunfeng breathed quietly, wiped the blood on his face, and wanted to fight again with a sword, Li Yuanhao suddenly patted him on the shoulder, took a step forward, looked up at the sword mountain, and slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, and then in Lin Yunfeng's shock, he began to rush forward, in the Sage Academy, there was a giant sword that covered the sky and fell from the sky, and Li Yuanhao once resisted the way of heaven with his shoulder.

Although as a woman, Li Yuanhao's fighting mode tends to be more masculine, punching, slashing, knee collision, shoulder resistance, all for the purpose of hitting the other party, and there are few crooked chatters before the war, judging heads and feet, let alone judging right and wrong, right and wrong.

The momentum of the forward rush was as fast as thunder, Li Yuanhao rose from the ground, hit it with brute force, boom, the giant mountain composed of the small figure of an ant and the sword qi collided, Li Yuanhao crashed into the sword mountain, with the unparalleled posture of the overlord carrying the ding, hard to resist the sword mountain, but under the way of heaven, the manpower is small, such as ants are not as good, how can they go against the sky.

The sword qi of Jianshan began to be repaired automatically, and the more intense sword qi filled the vacancy that Li Yuanhao bumped out, and with the strong sword qi, it steadily climbed and continued to press, and finally, Li Yuanhao couldn't bear the sword mountain, and fell to the ground quickly, his legs sank into the ground, and his seven orifices were bleeding.

"The grasshopper shakes the tree, it's ridiculous!" Hao Lian's sound of flowing water echoed between heaven and earth, like an immortal in the sky, it was incomparably majestic, stretched out his hand and pointed to the void, and the sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, faintly intersecting with thunder and lightning, spreading down along the sword mountain: "Your two thunderbolts are not bad, but under the real heavenly thunder, they seem too insignificant." ”

Li Yuanhao's eyes widened, but his pupils continued to shrink, the sword mountain was surrounded by thunder and lightning, and the momentum instantly skyrocketed several times, every time the thunder and lightning fell, the sword mountain was magnificent, and all the thunder and lightning sword mountains were all smashed on Li Yuanhao's body.

Hao Lian Liushui's face was expressionless, and he became more and more independent: "Say, have you ever had any last words?"

Li Yuanhao pursed his mouth, shook his head, had no last words, and then slowly closed his eyes, life is a lifetime, death is death, how can there be so much sadness and regret, right? Chen Luoyan.

Boom, boom, the sky suddenly sounded rolling muffled thunder, like a chariot walking across the plank road, making a roar of a huge ship tumbling, far overshadowing the sound of thunder and lightning in Jianshan, in the place where the roar sounded, the sky was torn into countless pieces, the starlight was kneaded into blurred points of light, light and darkness were entangled with each other, and a thick purple thunder like a wellhead split down, just above the sword mountain.

Li Yuanhao is as small as an ant under the sword mountain, and this sword mountain is just a speck of floating dust under the purple thunder in the sky, and a majestic and almost invincible sword mountain is shattered into countless pieces, like.

Hao Lian Liushui looked up at the vision of heaven and earth, and then looked down at Li Yuanhao: "You are the chosen one?"

Li Yuanhao frowned, the Chosen One? She was once at the foot of Yuelu Mountain, and heard the Southern Liang Emperor Chen Jingyan say that he was the chosen son of Heaven, and he could see the Chosen Son, and he was extremely lucky, and he was guided by Heaven to sit in the north and face the south? But what is this so-called Chosen One? What should he do?

The sky was covered with dark clouds, rolling and changing like rivers and waves, and more purple thunder was born in it.

The Pavilion Master of the Divine Pole Pavilion snorted coldly, waved his sleeves, folded his hands on each other, and rushed straight at the thunder and lightning, as if he was leading thunder.

With a bang, a purple thunderbolt fell and smashed into Hao Lian's flowing water.

At the moment when the purple thunder fell, Hao Lian's overlapping hands gently tore outward, and the supreme divine power of the purple thunder split into two, directly tearing the heavenly thunder from the middle.

Thunder roared, purple lightning roared, and thunder wandered among the thick clouds, like a python running, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Hao Lian Flowing Water suddenly showed a contemptuous smile, this smile seemed to anger the gods in the sky, the second and third thunderbolts fell one after another, and the two thunderbolts did not directly split towards Hao Lian Flowing Water, but entangled and bent each other, you chased me down, like a purple tide.

Li Yuanhao's heart suddenly froze, not because of Hao Lian's domineering, nor because of the coercion of the purple thunder of heaven and earth, but what she thought in her heart, let the two purple thunders entangle, and the two thunderbolts were entwined together, and where she wanted it to fall, she would split it.

Hao Lian Liushui didn't know what Li Yuanhao was thinking, he raised his head to look at the sky, stretched out his hands, and made a knife in one hand, and he didn't allow his hair to fall down, and the purple tide was divided into two: "Is that all you have the ability to do?"

Purple thunder is like a frightened child, using practical actions to show whether there is only this ability, the dark clouds in the sky like ink gradually condense with the momentum of whales drawing water, forming an inverted cone, and the thunder and lightning in the ink clouds also gradually condensed, forming a bright thin needle, breaking through the sea of clouds, and stabbing straight at Hao Lian Flowing Water.

With a cold snort again, Hao Lian raised his finger lightly, and once again sacrificed the sword array, the infinite sword qi was condensed, and the thunder and lightning in the air met, chaotic and chaotic, and finally the magnificent sword qi gradually gained the upper hand, cutting off most of the purple thunder in one breath, and the place where the sword qi and the purple thunder collided, like a boiling furnace, violent and disorderly.

"What else do you have to do, just use it!" Hao Lian Liushui stood proudly, looking at the sky from afar, the Shenji Pavilion was respected in the world, no worse than the three unique Huang Chunfeng.

The boiling and changing sky suddenly changed color, showing a light purple, the roar of heaven and earth stopped suddenly, only the ink clouds rolled, quiet and a little weird, a crack suddenly appeared in the sky, like an open eye, but this eye did not have eyes, infinite light fell from it, and the holy light of the Heavenly Immortal Mansion was pure and unblemished.

Li Yuanhao couldn't help but squint his eyes, the light in that place became stronger and stronger, more and more intense, and when this eyeless eye was completely opened, it was a little strange in roundness, turning into a round door, and layers of cloud ripples rippled around it.

The endless light was transmitted and spread out to the surroundings, thousands of miles in the sky, but it magically condensed to the middle, and finally turned into a three-zhang wide pillar of light and fell, like a flower standing between heaven and earth.

"Heavenly burial?" Li Yuanhao muttered to himself, Kong Weiting entered the academy alone, died in the heavenly burial, since that snowy night, there has only been one heavenly burial in the whole fifteen years, and today's heavenly burial has reappeared in the world, but no one has run out of oil and lamps, what is it?