Rise of the Emperor

"Heaven and earth, just waiting for you?"

Yan Nanfei couldn't help but say: "You are talking about the master of my Imperial State, it turns out that I have never been in your eyes." ”

When he said this sentence in frustration, he seemed to be infinitely stunned, and suddenly a majestic figure with a negative sword appeared in his mind, as if the shadows of Su Liu in front of him overlapped.

Both of these are invincible people, if they meet, who will win and who will lose?

Su Liu said lightly: "You are indeed not in my eyes. ”

The tone was honest, he was not deceiving people, and there was no need to deceive Yan Nanfei.

Su Liu lowered his head and picked up Yan Nanfei's blood-red rose sword that fell to the ground, and carefully put it away.

He has met many geniuses, but he doesn't know when it started, every time he folds a sword, every time he breaks a knife, he will have a very rare desire to collect swords, I don't know if he learned a hand of absolute nine-stream sword intent, but also by the influence of the master of the hidden sword in the buried sword mountain.

Yan Nanfei watched Su Liu, and Su Liu used a posture of collecting loot to put his rose sword.

"Not in your eyes"

Just a few simple words, it has shattered the phantom ghost in front of him, and also smashed the last pride in his heart.

I turned out to be just a clown who was difficult to achieve, and I was complacent about the overall situation, thinking that I had a plan, but I didn't want to just be clumsy.

Pain.

It hurts to the heart, and for the proud, it's a pain that is worse than death.

The roses are withered, scattered like dust.

Yan Nanfei sat down weakly on the mud and hung his head. Wheezing loudly.

The white hair was scattered, obscuring his vision, as if Suliu had gone away. Behind him was the rustling of footsteps.

Finally, he said, "The Lord has come down from the mountain, and the day you have been waiting for will not be long in coming." ”

The sadness of geniuses also lies in being too intelligent and transparent than ordinary people, and being able to see through the world and see the gap between themselves and others, which is undoubtedly intolerable to proud geniuses.

Yan Nanfei lost all his skills. When I even lost my sword, I felt that I was small and pathetic, and I vaguely touched the extreme loneliness that I had never comprehended before.

This loneliness he has only experienced in two people.

If these two people meet. What will it look like?

The invincible sword in the sky and this lonely magic knife on earth

Who is more terrible?

The sky is cloudy, and a sword goes west.

Kunlun Mountain.

Kunlun Mountain is located in the Western Regions, this mountain is majestic and majestic, the crown of the world. Everyone knows it.

But for the people in the rivers and lakes. No matter how majestic this Kunlun Mountain is, it can't be immortal and dusty, and it still depends on the strength of the mountain sect.

There are many thieves and bandits in the vicinity, and the Kunlun Sword Sect can gain a foothold in this world, of course, it is not a fluke.

The Kunlun Sword Sect is one of the seven great sword sects today, if this is not the case, you should also know that the Kunlun Sword Sect's Flying Dragon Great Nine Styles are exquisite. One of the two square swordsmanship that is alongside the Wudang Mountain Liangyi Divine Sword.

Hunting the long wind, the clouds are vast.

There was a man standing at the foot of Kunlun Mountain.

The man was dressed in a black robe. Tattooed with a strange and inexplicable but majestic deep gold wire pattern, it can be said to be a majestic and burly, carrying a long sword carved pattern mystical talisman, the sword tassel is like a cloud lightly, the long hair has no crown, the cloud wind rolls, let the long hair dance wildly in the wind.

An old voice suddenly appeared behind him, and said respectfully: "Sect Master, my subordinates will go and ask the Kunlun Sect Master to come down and take over in person." ”

The owner of the voice was about to come out of the darkness, but he raised his hand to stop him: "Go straight, that's it." ”

It's good to go straight to it, and treat the whole Great Kunlun as nothing!

He was alone, and went straight to the Kunlun Sword Sect on the top of Kunlun Mountain, like a cloud driving mist.

"Surrender my imperial state, or die."

When the man in black pushed open the door of the council hall, the head elders of the Kunlun faction were all available, but the blood outside the mountain was thick, and countless Kunlun disciples died along the way.

"Bold, what kind of person dares to come to my Kunlun Mountain Gate!" The head of Kunlun has gorgeous hair, and he must be angry~ Zhang, looking at this man in black who is as cold as a cloud and a snow-capped mountain.

"The Imperial State entered Kunlun and refused to accept the full burial."

The man in black said lightly.

"Where did you come from, idiot, talking about dreams!"

The head of Kunlun motioned for the men to retreat slightly, and with an angry roar, the sword came.

Wyvern Big Nine Style.

In the hands of Mi Jiansheng, the head of the contemporary Kunlun Sword School, there seem to be thousands of sword lights staggered in the air, absolutely fast enough, ruthless and spicy enough.

The sword qi flashed wildly, and the sound of the sword sound was endless.

"The master is good at swordsmanship!"

The disciples of the Kunlun sect expressed their horror at this sudden battle, and they all nodded their heads and praised secretly, waiting for the head of the sect to be defeated by the people in the future.

Mi Jiansheng lives in seclusion in the mountains, does not ask about the world, and cultivates the swordsmanship of almost a Jiazi, which can be said to be a sword idiot.

But any fool learning martial arts is always more advantageous than ordinary people, not to mention that the talent of this sword sound is definitely not bad.

This Kunlun Sword Sect's Flying Dragon Nine Style was made by his hands, and in the world, there was really no one who could beat it, and the high swordsmanship was also the same as the one in Wudang.

The Kunlun Sect looked at the man in black coldly.

He stood with his sword in his hand and said lightly; "Yes, Kunlun swordsmanship can be regarded as entering the house, but you can carry the sword for me under my seat and be a slave."

"Speak wildly, I want to see what you are capable of, come out with a sword!"

The sound of the sword snorted coldly, the white beard moved slightly, the sword light swept rapidly, and countless sword lights rushed towards the man in black in unison.

The man in black didn't even have the slightest expression on his face, but the towering sword eyebrows raised and said, "Give you half a sword." ”

The mouth comes out, and the sword rises.

The eyes of everyone under the gate of Kunlun Mountain widened, but they didn't know how this sword light came from, only to see a little light in the quaint black sheath suddenly explode, like thunder on the ground.

The sword roars like a dragon.

A sword cleared the clouds and mist, opened the flying dragon Dajiu style, and broke the Kunlun faction town faction divine sword.

"Not good!"

In addition to the sound of the sword under the Kunlun Sect, there are five other elders. As soon as he saw this sword light rushing, a kind of horror and shock arose in his heart, but at this moment. How can I think about it carefully, Qi Qi raised his sword out of the sheath, and shouted in his mouth: "Respect the super god of swordsmanship, it is better to try my Kunlun Town Sect Divine Sword." ”

"The flying dragon is in the sky, and the sword array is raised!"

These five people are also experienced in the rivers and lakes, and they know the priority of the situation, and the five of them almost rushed out to the aid of Mi Jian in no particular order.

The man in black had already broken through the Flying Dragon Great Nine Styles with one sword. fell three inches in front of the forehead of the head of Kunlun, Mi Jiansheng, who had no power to resist at all, and only shouted in his heart; I'm dying!

I saw these five people fall into place and get up and fly. Like a divine dragon swinging its tail and probing its claws, it came like a flying dragon in the sky, still with a cold face, and nodded slightly: "Another half sword." ”

Sure enough, there was another half sword. A sword lightly out. Burst into the place where the sword light of the flying dragon sword array in the sky was at its peak.

It's just that at a moment before the peak of the sword's momentum, the sword light is as cold as a star, and the sword is immediately put into the sheath.

When the long is the long and the long is the long!

There were a total of five sounds of gold and iron, and the long swords of these five people had all been broken and fell to the ground one after another.

The expression of the Kunlun Sect seemed to have seen something extremely incredible.

Half Sword Breaking Flying Dragon Big Nine Style.

The half-sword breaks the flying dragon in the sky.

They didn't even see the golden-veined black-clad man's long sword.

I only remember the imperial spirit.

This is the emperor of the Imperial State.

A sword broke the Great Kunlun!

Kunlun Zhangjiao Mi Sword knelt on the ground, raised his head tremblingly, and fell to his knees in the hall.

"Kunlun is subdued. You will follow me to be a sword slave, and there are still disobedient people in the door. Kill them all. ”

There are many effective ways to solve the problem, and the simplest and most labor-saving one is, of course, a killing word.

The man in black said with an expressionless face, and countless ghost-like people immediately poured out behind him, shouting: "Yes!" ”

Everyone is moving quickly, controlling the scene in an instant, if there is a Kunlun disciple with a strong temperament, he will kill with a knife!

So he took the sword on his back, and without stopping for a moment, he turned and went down the mountain.

Mi Jian obediently followed behind with his sword on his back, and said astringently: "Master, the next step"

How difficult it is to change roles, at this time, his surrender is mostly intimidated by this golden and black robe sword.

"Within a month, sweep away the Seven Great Sword Sects."

The gold-tattooed black-robed sword-bearer did not pause in the slightest, and the long sword behind him was simple and inscribed with mysterious talismans, and the tassels shook gently.

The sound of the sword followed suit, and looking at the black robe in front of him, it was as if he had seen a god's mansion.

Walking back and forth, this person walked one step at a time, and went down Kunlun Mountain with a sword on his back.

From Kunlun, a sword into the rivers and lakes

I don't know where this place is.

Luoyang until here, I don't know the time, how many miles.

Deep in the lonely cliff forest, the wind is rushing in my ears.

One after the other, there were several figures running on both sides.

The strange thing is that the person who fled in front of him, with yellow robe and black hair, looked vicious, but fled with a fierce appearance, and the long and delicate one was still chasing people.

The four people in the yellow robe followed by four people, but there were also four people, and all four of them were still very young.

At the beginning of autumn, the summer heat has not yet ended, the four people in front of them are running for their lives, I really hate to have two more feet, but I see that I am keeping a certain distance from the four people behind, giving people the illusion that one more force can get rid of the tracking, after several times of strength and full flying, but never able to escape the pursuit of the four people behind, but their own energy is consumed a lot.

This way ran through the river, crossed the mountains and forests, without stopping, and I didn't know where it was, only to see this cliff, the man who was the first of the four people saw the figure in the distance, and sighed hatefully: "Lao Tzu flying fox Yang Tian, even can't compare to these few miscellaneous pieces, what's wrong with this world." ”

He obviously has full confidence in his light skills, and the people behind him can't get rid of him at a distance of more than fifty zhang, so he is dissatisfied, and said: "him Nainai's bear, one is Yang Jian, one is Lu Xiaojia, one is Fu Hongxue, and the other is not famous, so I don't know him, but the light skills are not bad, and he is probably a rare master of the younger generation in the rivers and lakes." ”

The three people in the yellow robes of the rest of the companions said ashamedly: "Venerable Yang has excellent merits, not under the Four Heavenly Kings, but his subordinates have low martial arts and have dragged their feet, but they have finally arrived at the place we have agreed, none of these three people are simple goods, it is better to trap and kill them, it is also a great achievement." ”

Yang Tian's face was silent, but he actually sneered. If there is a chance to sell these people in exchange for a chance to run away, he will definitely not hesitate for half a point. But since the people under him were interested in learning at this time, Yang Tian also took this step.

These people are young. Martial arts are so good, they must be the core figures of the Blue Dragon Society, if they can use that knife to kill these three people, they will have to make a great achievement

Yang Tian nodded, looking very moved, looking back, only to see the grass and trees Xiao Xiao. The night breeze is bleak and lonely, and on top of such a cliff, there is a temple. The temple is secluded.

With a sharp whistle, the night sky fell silent, the gate of the temple opened violently, and dozens of people came out. Swords in hand. It was very dazzling in the sun, and the cold air forced people's eyelids to jump.

"Elder Feng, one of the top ten elders in the sect, has an enemy here." Yang Tian recognized the person at first sight, looked respectful, and saluted an old man.

The white-haired old man snorted, and some kind of fierce light bloomed, and said: "The old man has been dormant for decades, and he is the name of the seven-fingered god. It has not been revealed for decades, and now the sect leader has ordered to conquer the world. The old man didn't move for a moment, and the rivers and lakes were about to forget my existence. ”

"These people are the people of the Blue Dragon Society, and they really deserve to die!"

Yang Tian said respectfully: "Seven-Fingered Divine Elder Weng Feng is also in the forefront among the top ten elders of my sect, and it only depends on Elder Feng's means to take down these thieves." ”

Looking at the temple on the cliff, the four of them also stopped.

It is Yang Jian, Gao Jianfei, Lu Xiaojia, and Fu Hongxue, at this time, Yang Jian's aura is already a little disordered, compared to Fu Hongxue and Gao Wanfei's Tianzong Wizard, his martial arts can only be regarded as first-class lacking, but fortunately, his brain is flexible, and he knows how to follow all the way and explore the details of the Demon Sect.

He said: "Brother Fu, Brother Gao, Brother Lu, finally followed the vine to the Demon Sect rudder, this battle is only three of us, we must protect each other." ”

At this time, it is a pity that he does not brush his sense of existence, Fu Hongxue, Gao Yanfei and Lu Xiaojia have three prospects that are obviously above him.

It's just that attacking the one hundred and ten people of the Demon Sect with four people is obviously a crazy bloody battle.

Not everyone is Su Liu, the rivers and lakes of the little people are destined to tremble and take one step at a time.

"Die!"

Seven-Fingered Divine Elder Weng Feng is obviously not a good stubble, and he does not have the characteristics of most villains waiting for death, he is very old and spicy, and he can't help but say, and immediately ordered a heavy formation to besiege and kill Fu Hongxue and the others.

He himself was invisible in the crowd, looking for a gap, and raised his palm to directly kill Yang Jian, and his momentum was incomparable.

Persimmon pick soft pinch.

All of a sudden, on this cliff, the shouts of killing shook like thunder.

It was very targeted, and the people of the Demon Sect surrounded the three of them in twos and threes and began to fight.

More than 100 people, even if they stretched their necks and lined up to die, it would take a lot of energy. What's more, these are all outlaws who have been collected by the Demon Sect.

Fu Hongxue and Lu Xiaojia gradually flew three people, two swords and one sword, killing people like mowing grass.

Thirty moves later, Yang Jian was alarmed, the white-haired old ghost moved his seven fingers together, his fingers were weird and fierce, one claw shuttled, and he grabbed the airflow and roared, Yang Jian swept back, but he couldn't dodge, and broke the old man's neck.

"This liao is dead!"

The white-haired old ghost was bloodied on the spot, and his entire neck was broken, holding Yang Jian's unsightly head and roaring loudly, wanting to boost the morale of his side.

Lu Xiaojia sneered, and the sword was like lightning, this fast sword was faster than the flying fox Yang Tian's body technique, and before he could dodge, a sword was pointed at Yang Tian's heart, but he drew a circle strangely, moving down incredibly, and the sword qi was spitting out.

Yang Tian's feet were cut off with a sword, and he wailed miserably.

Fu Hongxue's eyes narrowed.

Good bright blood.

The blood that spilled in the air seemed to touch an untouchable softness in his heart.

Pale hands, pitch black as the knife of death.

Suddenly a cold wind blew in the setting sun.

There was a flash of electric light in the cold wind!

In the next moment, Elder Weng Feng, the seven-fingered god, was shocked, the laughter was stuck in his throat, he couldn't speak anymore, and suddenly felt so cold, cold from the bottom of his heart.

The palm of his seven fingers touched his neck, a trace of blood.

"You wait, Lord Tianzun Fang Long Xiangfang won't let you go!"

An hour later.

The cliff was bloody, and the only person left standing was the man with two swords and one sword.

Quick sword, Lu Xiaojia. Tear-stained sword, high and flying. Pitch Black Magic Knife, Fu Hongxue.

It was only after Lu Xiaojia smashed the bones of the flying fox Yang Tian piece by piece and extracted all the valuable information, and cut off his head with a sword. The Demon Sect has many prohibitions on its subordinates, and it is also aimed at high-level figures, Yang Tian, the flying fox, is a middle-level at best, and he is not qualified to call the sect leader a ban.

Middle-level figures, of course, mean that they can't get in touch with the meaning of the Demon Sect Master. But Lu Xiaojia got an unbelievable news from himself: "In the recent days, the seven famous sword sects in the world have been swept away, and the leader of the action, Emperor Zhou Tianzun Fang Longxiang, Emperor Zun Wudang True Martial Swordsman laughed at people. ”

"Laughing people, Fang Longxiang!!"

Gao Yanfei's eyes gradually brightened, solemnly wrapped the tear-stained sword, glanced at Lu Xiaojia, and the two turned around and left.

"Where are you going?" Fu Hongxue's voice was still unsympathetic and cold.

"The Demon Sect is the power of the Imperial State, since we are members of the Blue Dragon Society, we should do what we have to do."

Gao Yanfei and Lu Xiaojia's faces were still stained with blood, the two looked at each other and smiled, and the sunset also shone on their faces, and the blood was thick.

At this time, they laughed so much that even Fu Hongxue's blood was hot.

Fu Hongxue was silent for a while, and then said; "You're going to assassinate Fang Longxiang and assassinate the master of the Imperial State, do you know where they are?"

Gao Yanfei threw Yang Jian's head and laughed: "I don't know, it doesn't matter, I already know the identities of those two people, Wudang Zhenwu smiled and said, Fang Longxiang, the ends of the earth will also find these two people." ”

Lu Xiaojia said: "Let's go, let's go, what you owe to your son has already been repaid, and it has nothing to do with these two people." ”

Frank and swaying, he took his sword and went to the river and the sea.

Fu Hongxue said firmly: "Okay." ”

After he finished saying this good word, he took Yang Jian's head and the three heads of the seven-fingered god Weng and Yang Tian and turned around and left.

Holding a knife in one hand and a head in the other, he walked far in the sunset step by step, suddenly turned around and said:

"If you die, I will avenge you."

Hatred and loneliness are like a long night, and no one is free. But to be liberated, the song is drawn.

Gao and Lu raised their eyebrows and laughed together: "If I die, please also send my news to the dragon head and tell Gongzi that my life will be exchanged for another life, and it will not be a loss." ”

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(To be continued.) )