Guo Zhongyong stood there, dealing with the Yin soldiers, he could forcibly raise the realm to attract ten thousand heavenly thunders to deal with Bai Qi. He can have a sword, he can open the gate of heaven with a sword, and cut off his head with a sword! But at this time, he had already abandoned his cultivation. is no longer the immortal of that time, there is no heavenly thunder, no Tao, no cultivation.

He stood there, smiling, not dodging, not afraid. Just stood there, as if he wanted to use his body to resist Qin Shi Huang's domineering punch.

That punch was very, menacing. Soon arrived in front of Guo Zhongyong's face, but he still didn't hide, if this fist smashed on Guo Zhongyong's face, it would definitely not be spared, and Guo Zhongyong could be smashed into meat puree.

"Guo Daoyou, Kunlun is here to help you!" At this time, the group of Kunlun Taoist priests who came down the mountain finally arrived, because of the hurry of time, there were only nine people who came first, and these nine people were carrying giant swords that were completely incommensurate with their size.

"Formation! Meet the enemy! The first old Taoist priest roared angrily, and there were nine people in Kunlun. Forming a formation, the essence of Taoist martial arts has always been not in the level of personal cultivation, what has always been paid attention to is the formation, whether it is the feng shui array, or the martial arts array, the formation of these nine people, the strength is definitely not as simple as nine people.

There are nine swords here, charging in formation, and in the charge, nine swords become one sword, one sword is divided into nine swords, and nine swords are divided into ten thousand swords. It's just that in an instant, there are swords everywhere, there are swords everywhere, they are giant swords one by one, and no one can be seen, a person is a sword, and a sword is a person!

"The First Emperor, going against the sky, will eventually be punished by God, today Kunlun is here to learn your eternal youth!" After the old Taoist priest shouted these words, the Nine Swords finally arrived.

Long has nine sons, and Kunlun has nine swords. Named after the Nine Sons of the Dragon.

The nine swords, when they really came to the first emperor, became a dragon.

"Kunlun is the head of the immortal family in the world, the ancient Kunlun nine swords, the slaughter of the gods, the subduing of demons, the nine swords, who in the world can compete with each other, although the nine sons of Kunlun today are no longer the power of the ancients, but they still have to hand out this sword." The leader of the Tao shouted.

This sword, this dragon pierced into that fist, the first emperor snorted coldly, and Guo Zhongyong, who gave up the fist, hit the dragon's head with a fist, that is, the tip of that sword, just a fist, and heaven and earth seemed to be torn apart.

After that, the sound of breaking came, Guo Zhongyong still didn't move, but the Kunlun nine people flew out upside down, and the breaking sound was the sound of the nine swords breaking, and the nine swords were shattered by the first emperor's fist.

"The head of the right path in the world? What a big breath, this era is no longer the era of the year, Kunlun Ancestral Dragon is torn apart, and dare to say that the right way in the world belongs to Kunlun? Qin Shi Huang snorted coldly, and the nine people had no way to refute, because the nine Taoist priests at this time had all fallen on the ground, coughing up blood.

That's right, this is no longer an ancient era, when there are no immortals in the world, the first emperor is the only immortal in the world, and the Kunlun Nine Swords are out, and it is difficult to restore the strength of the ancients.

"Today, I will let Kunlun no longer have nine swords!" The First Emperor shouted, turned his fist into a palm, and smashed it against the nine people who were walking on the ground, and these nine people got up with difficulty, and did not dodge, but all meditated, and pinched their hands together.

After that, each spurted a mouthful of blood, and the blood intertwined into a blood mist in the air, and a sword was condensing in the blood mist.

"Kunlun still has a sword!" The nine people shouted in unison, this sword is a blood sword, it does not have the power of the nine swords turning into a dragon just now, only this long sword, simple and without a blade, but it meets the palm of that hand!

The First Emperor saw that sword, but the First Emperor of the Ages, the Eternal Evergreen, he did not dodge, but continued to hit the sword with his palm, he thought that he had the strength to destroy the heavens and the earth!

The palm of the hand and the sword finally collided and intertwined!

A huge cloud of light erupted from it, but what happened? No one can see clearly.

--Supreme, Zhuge Liuyun grabbed the arm of the woman in white and said, "How is it!" ”

The woman in white who frowned tightly sighed and said: "The blood sword collapsed, although it also stabbed the first emperor, but after all, it was the mantis arm as a car, the ninth son of Kunlun, and was slapped to death with a palm?!" Her words were also full of unwillingness.

--The First Emperor also had to be paid for by his arrogance, on the palm of his hand, a golden blood flower popped out, but that sword was also broken by his own palm, and the essence blood sword of the Nine Sons of Kunlun could only slightly injure the First Emperor? This made the nine people extremely unwilling, this is about Kunlun's face, but so what? This is no longer a sin of man, not a sin of war!

Kunlun Jiuzi did not take out another sword, that sword was already the last sword of their lives, and this palm was finally about to hit the top of their heads, but they were full of indifference, and they pinched and said: "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable." ”

This palm falls, and in this world, there will be no Kunlun Nine Swords!

At this time, a group of big monks in red robes rushed to come, this group of monks is different from the monks of Putuo Mountain in Shaolin Temple, it seems that they are not the same type, they are monks, for Guo Zhongyong to fight for a stick of incense, they are all kind and kind-eyed, but this group of monks, each like an angry King Kong, like the next session of the Nine Heavens Arhat!

"Amitabha, the first emperor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot." They put their hands together, and they are not merciful, but they are merciful!

"What about you guys?!" The First Emperor's hand continued to press down, as if he wanted to destroy Kunlun first, and then destroy Tantra!

Those monks galloped away, not confronting the First Emperor head-on, but sitting with those Taoist priests in Kunlun, who said that Buddhism and Taoism are not mutually exclusive? Today's Buddhism is a family! There are no words of thanks, no superfluous words, these monks are not merciful in their mouths, kill one person to save the world, so what's the point of raising a butcher's knife?

This group folded their hands together and whispered softly, and in the air, a Buddhist treasure seal was gathered, which seemed to carry endless righteousness and compassion and immortal Buddha qi, and this Buddhist treasure seal directly met the hand that was injured by the Kunlun Nine Swords.

The monk was chanting the scriptures, and the treasure seal of that side was resisting the hand of the first emperor, and countless small treasure seals flew out of the mouth of the tantric monk, gathering into the supreme treasure seal, and the first old man with wrinkles like the roots of an old tree said to the first emperor: "Today, I can't wait to kill you, come here, ask you a Zen." ”

"That's a lot of nonsense!" The First Emperor scolded, after speaking, the one hand continued to exert force, at this time, the First Emperor finally came out with the second hand, and under the superposition of the two hands, the supreme Buddhist treasure seal immediately shattered, and the hands finally fell in the laughter of the First Emperor.

But who fears those who are under the palms of their hands? Even if it's a look of fear?

----- this scene, so that too many people can't bear to see it, they all close their eyes, the world is right, this time it can be regarded as the elite, but in today's day, there is really no one to deal with the first emperor? As soon as the Kunlun Tantric Sect is extinguished, Guo Zhongyong dies, who in the world will stop the first emperor? !

At this time, Guo Zhongyong, who was standing there, finally moved, and didn't see what he did, just a blink of an eye, Guo Zhongyong was already standing with these monks and Taoists, but at this time, what could he do?

Will he be able to carry the First Emperor? Everyone is looking forward to the birth of a miracle, and everyone thinks that Guo Zhongyong can still have the domineering power to deal with Bai Qi that day, and open the gate of heaven with a sword, but no, he just stood there, as if thinking about something, without the slightest movement.

The First Emperor's hand continued to press.

At this time, there was finally a sigh in the sky, a heavenly thunder slashed, making the golden coffin instantly discolored, the hands retracted, that heavenly thunder, not golden, not purple, just white, ordinary thunder, not thick, but it made the first emperor inexplicably afraid, and even wanted to escape. Bu Sheng pounced.

"Old Ancestor, are you finally going to make a move?" Guo Zhongyong, who was standing there, looked up at the sky and burst into tears.

--In this scene, it was the immortals in the sky who intervened, and the immortals finally couldn't bear the first emperor's scourge on the world, this is to eliminate the harm for the world?! The people who saw this scene knelt down and worshipped, all chanting loudly, today the heavens finally opened their eyes!

But before everyone was happy, before that thunder could be split, it was struck by another thunderbolt, and the two thunderbolts collided in the air, and the sound was deafening, and there were other immortals who intervened in this matter!

And then, there was no movement in the sky, which made the first emperor who wanted to run away look at the sky, judging from Guo Zhongyong's words, the person who split the thunder for the first time should be Guo Zhongyong's ancestor, but the other one is the person who helped the first emperor!

Above the nine heavens, there are also hostile forces, and above the nine heavens, there are also strife! That's what everyone thought at the time!

"Guo Daoyou, let me ask you, what is there above the nine heavens?" At this time, the old Taoist priest asked, his face seemed to be full of yearning, after the world has changed, there are no more immortals in the world, who is not envious of the life above the nine heavens?

"Above the Nine Heavens, another world." Guo Zhongyong said.

After speaking, he bowed to the people of Kunlun and Tantra and said: "Today, Guo Zhongyong thanked all the Taoist friends for saving each other, and he didn't want the Taoist friends to put themselves in danger, but after thinking about it, he still decided to let you see the difference between him and the immortals, not to be arrogant in Yelang, the world is changing, please wait for another hundred years, after a hundred years, there will be a thousand-year atmosphere, and when the time comes, Guo Zhongyong will work with all the Taoist friends to create a new era." ”

"We also know that Guo Daoyou is sharpening us, but at this time, there is still a way?" The old monk asked.

"Back then, there was a prodigy who put down a great array of eternity with Beijing City, and there was dragon qi to return to the jade seal, but Kunlun dispersed the dragon qi of the world, and with the body of the eight-armed Nezha, and countless locked dragon arrays were trapped in the imperial city, so the city under this foot is the ultimate of thousands of years of feng shui, that Liu Daoyou, just for today's battle, all Taoist friends can retreat to the side, see the ultimate combat power of feng shui!" Guo Zhongyong said.

Those monks and Taoist priests, whether they believe it or not, Guo Zhongyong, had no other way at this time, supported each other and retreated to the side. And Guo Zhongyong climbed the city wall, and at the beginning, he had the intention to use the First Emperor to sharpen the Dao heart of Kunlun Tantra and let them recognize the gap.

After that, he wanted to force the people above the Nine Heavens to intervene.

At this time, today, he wants to rewrite a history and shake the first emperor.

Qin Shi Huang has not made a move, he seems to be waiting, waiting for Guo Zhongyong to give him a really hearty battle, waiting for Guo Zhongyong to go to the city, he snorted and said: "Ask Guo Zhongyong for advice today!" ”

For Guo Zhongyong, who beheaded the immortal roots, Qin Shi Huang can't say that he doesn't pay attention to it, this is the first time he has come out of the golden coffin, and then he saw the appearance of the first emperor of the ages, he is tall, angular and angular, he is dressed in golden armor, extremely domineering, the first emperor of the ages! There are countless spirits of their own!

He stretched out his hands, he didn't need any fancy, he only had a pair of fists, and this pair of fists was enough to break a world!

--Guo Zhongyong stomped his feet, at this time, he just stomped his feet lightly.

The city behind him is full of dragons. The dragon's groans were endless.

The lock dragon wells hidden in all corners of Beijing City, at this time, each emitted ten thousand golden lights, and one after another golden dragons rushed out of the well!

This is a peerless and domineering picture.

Guo Zhongyong's emaciated figure stood at the head of the city, and behind him, there was a picture of ten thousand dragons worshipping!

"Amitabha, Guo Zhongyong is alone, and he has written the first romance of the ages." The old monk bowed his head and muttered.

--Supreme, Zhuge Liuyun hugged the woman in white and cried loudly.

The woman in white looked at this scene, and the corners of her eyes were also moist.

--At the foot of a certain mountain, the woman who was once a saint, but was now bound by chains, looked in the direction of the city of Beijing, laughed loudly, laughing and crying. The cry was mixed with a sentence:

From the day I met you, I knew that you were a hero of the world.

Heroes have to do what heroes should do.