Xuanyuan is very strong, after all, he was the master of the ancient era, and he was transferred to the Fuxi Sect and gained a lot of benefits.

The three thousand maidens finally became the avenue, and disappeared after taking the yellow dragon.

Unexpectedly, he has been practicing penance in the world.

If it weren't for Fu Xi's edict, he would still be cultivating at this time.

Two thousand years have passed, and his strength has become more and more unfathomable, and he can face Nuwa directly.

Xuanyuan's sword slashed horizontally and vertically, without any skills, but it contained the truth of the Great Dao.

The heavy sword has no edge, and the great ingenuity is not worked, and the power of the sword of the Holy Way is vividly displayed.

His already high-spirited body became more and more magnificent, like a scorching sun shining on the world.

Although Nuwa is strong, she is congenitally weaker in momentum, and it has become weaker with time.

At the beginning, there were still contacts, but now they are completely suppressed by Xuanyuan, as if they will be defeated at any time.

Nuwa's left leg was weakly propped up on the ground at the knee, and the weight of her whole body was transferred to the oblique branch of the Heavenly Snake Staff.

Zixuan wanted to go over, but was grabbed by Xi Tong's shoulders and lifted up, no matter how she kicked and hit, she wouldn't let go.

Xuanyuan's long sword shook and said in a low voice: "Nuwa, this matter has nothing to do with you, if the acquaintance retreats, you can spare your mother and son." ”

"I didn't expect that the little clay figurine back then could already dominate my life and death."

Nuwa smiled, "It's a pity, you spare me, but Heaven doesn't spare me." ”

The palm of her hand was turned up, looking at the rapidly aging skin and flesh, and the slowly rising black spots, Nuwa sighed.

"Come on, kill me, step over my corpse, complete the task given to you by your master, and go back to exchange for two bones."

Xuanyuan was neither happy nor angry, but hesitated.

In the tense scene, he was still resolute and decisive.

But when Nuwa dispersed all her defenses, like a dying old woman, he didn't dare to make a move.

Not with mercy and forgiveness in the Holy Way, but with fear of deceit.

It is true that Nuwa will not live long, even if she is left alone, she will not live long.

However, because of this, Nuwa became more unscrupulous and desperate, and many serious taboo techniques were all at her fingertips.

She's going to die anyway, and there's nothing to be afraid of.

Xuanyuan didn't want to be pulled away as a backrest.

After all, he has achieved fame, Xiu Xian asked, looking for immortality, the future is limitless, and he must not be buried for Nuwa.

Nuwa didn't urge, let alone be anxious, and sat there quietly, like an old woman basking in the sun in winter.

She narrowed her eyes and babbled about the words she had used to create a man.

Xuanyuan listened with a red face and red ears, and he was embarrassed.

Seeing that he didn't want to listen, Nuwa snorted, but instead spoke in more detail, all kinds of postures and techniques were missing, and all the details were described in a colorful way.

Xi Tong listened very carefully, because this is the experience of creating a man.

It is not the experience of men and women in making man, but the experience of creating man that does not need to be made.

Oops, the more you describe it, the darker it gets, in short, it's not the human-making experience you think.

Every word and sentence contains the philosophy of the Great Dao, pointing directly to the origin of the Heavenly Dao.

There are a lot of things that Xi Tong can't understand, and he doesn't need to understand them, he just needs to record these contents, and then go back and appreciate them after the realm rises in the future.

After listening to it for a while, Xi Tong faintly understood that these gossip was not only Nuwa's strategy to deal with Xuanyuan, but also a gesture of favor and gift to himself.

is worthy of Nuwa, take one step and look at three steps, even if the words are fluttering and unfocused, they can be turned into sharp weapons and heavy weights.

On the other side, Chonglou suppressed the power and constantly collided with Feipeng's body.

Long Yang didn't take a sword, he knew that it was impossible for Fan Tie to hurt Chonglou's demon body, so it was better to choose fists and feet.

Chonglou also put away the Yanbo Blood Blade on his wrist, because with this kind of sharp weapon, the strong wind drawn by it alone was enough to destroy Long Yang's form and spirit.

The two of you punch me and slap me, and you kick me with one leg.

Fist to the flesh, fist to blood.

The anger in Chonglou's heart finally had a place to vent.

The pain of being betrayed by Long Yang was all released and vented in the collision and impact of the flesh.

The blood light in the pupils bloomed, and Chonglou faintly showed signs of madness.

Fei Peng knew that this was a good opportunity.

With Chonglou's more serious character, once he uses the power beyond the limit, he will inevitably admit defeat quickly, and when the time comes, he will be forced to leave openly.

If Chonglou can't control his strength, his body will definitely die.

But Feipeng did not hesitate, and it was his obligation to go to the soup for Fuxi to die without turning his heels.

Thinking of this, Fei Peng's fist is like a phantom, ten punches in an instant, and each punch has the power to crack the stone.

Things are the same as Fei Peng expected, Chonglou does not dodge or dodge, and uses his chest to hard.

Seeing this scene, Fei Peng couldn't help but increase his strength and exert twelve points of strength.

The heavy building, which was already on the verge of madness by this slam, was bound to go berserk, and everything around it would be affected.

However, after Long Yang smashed it with a punch, he only heard a crisp click, Chonglou's chest actually sank, and Chonglou snorted and kicked back three steps.

No way!?

Fei Peng couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe that Chonglou's body could be so fragile that it couldn't withstand a mortal's punch.

Chonglou took advantage of the gap to rush forward and tightly pressed Feipeng's shoulder.

"Do you think I'm going to take advantage of you with my demon body?"

"In your heart, there will always be distractions that have nothing to do with fighting, and this is the key to your failure to become a strong man!"

"Your weak ones are not greedy, hateful, or stupid! It's not single-minded! ”

"When will you be able to start from the beginning to be qualified to be my opponent."

After speaking, Chonglou's right fist was raised and smashed into Feipeng's face.

Fei Peng sighed gloomily, he knew that he had failed, and he would never have a chance to start over.

His heart was sad to death, and in the next moment, his temperament changed abruptly, and he changed back to Long Yang's beaten appearance again.

Seeing the rapidly growing fist in front of him, Long Yang exclaimed loudly.

"Stop, stop, what are you doing here?"

"Someone, escort!"

Chonglou's fist stopped abruptly and stopped at the tip of Long Yang's nose one centimeter away, and the strong wind on his fist caused Long Yang's dough to shake, setting off waves of meat.

Seeing his situation clearly, Long Yang knew that the guards could not be counted on, so he hurriedly turned to Xi Tong, rubbing his hands and flattering his face.

Hum!

Chonglou seemed to be greatly humiliated, throwing Long Yang to the ground like garbage.

Xuanyuan also snorted.

He couldn't stand Long Yang's scoundrel being a minister in the same palace as himself, as Fuxi's right-hand man.

Chonglou solved Long Yang, the guy who was in the way, and turned to face Xuanyuan.

The eyes are scorching, and the fighting spirit is pressing.

This is his father-killing enemy, and he is also the opponent he has in mind.

It's a pity that after the battle of Zhuolu, Xuanyuan came out of hiding, and Chonglou never fought with him from beginning to end.

Sonorous!

The Yanbo Blood Blade popped out instantly, and the aura of the heavy building locked tightly on Xuanyuan.

Both of them are masters who can do anything and never force them, and the momentum is roaring against each other, and a storm rolls up in place.

Where the storm passed, Nuwa's body seemed to be weathered, and in an instant it turned into a handful of loess, leaving only the Heavenly Snake Staff that was diagonally inserted on the ground.

Zixuan couldn't control the grief in her heart anymore, and as soon as her little feet hit the ground, she ran over, holding her mother's relics and crying.

On the other side, Xuanyuan's face turned purple and black little by little.

He knew he had been tricked!

I was stunned by a corpse for three minutes.

Three minutes may not matter elsewhere, but at this time and place, it is enough to turn things around and change everything.

Because, there was a series of sonorous noises in the sword-forging furnace.

At the same time, the door of all wonders opened, and ten thousand holy lights were sprinkled.

The power of the Heavenly Dao is like a waterfall torrent, frantically pouring into the sword casting furnace.

This scene is far beyond the vision of the Xuanyuan Sword being baked.

However, the lid of the swordsmithing furnace was still tightly fastened, and there was no sign of opening.

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