Southern Xinjiang.

Strange peaks stand in a forest, the dangerous mountains are steep, the knife splits and axes are cut from afar, and the strata rocks are stacked up closely.

Gu Cheng drove lightly, and there were only a few two people and two beasts behind him.

Shi Zhixuan, Fan Qinghui.

Phoenix, turtle.

The turtle succumbs, and those who follow the rules must use the rules to control it, so far the four spirit beasts are the last true dragon.

But a depressing breath also fell heavily on everyone's hearts, and the more powerful the person, the clearer the sense of crisis.

The ancestor of the Heavenly Devil is about to get out of trouble.

"In the past twenty years, Song Que has been able to govern southern Xinjiang so far, and Song Que does have the talent to govern the world!"

Gu Cheng was very indifferent, as if it was really a private visit to Weifu, climbing the peak and overlooking the Quartet.

I saw that within a radius of dozens of miles, there are hundreds of villages hidden between the mountains covered with forests, and the gates of each house are connected by roundabout stone paths, and the terraced fields are layered on top of each other, and the water is shining.

In this autumn and winter season, the forest leaves are golden and yellow, surrounded by mountains and rivers, there is quite a taste of independence in the world, and I don't know where the world is.

But this is by no means a paradise, on the contrary, in the peace, there are looming soldiers.

The environment in southern Xinjiang is harsh, and there are many miasma poisonous insects, and those who can survive here tenaciously are fighting with the sky and the earth, and honing their skills in the school of nature.

After looking at the breath for a moment, Gu Cheng's eyes moved faintly, and he walked down the mountain on foot towards the largest village.

This village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, a river flows from the northwest, winds through the village, the long houses gather into a village, scattered on both sides of the riverbank, with wooden pillars as the foundation, support the roof platform, it is actually a secret combination of the five elements of gossip, quiet and wonderful.

At this time, a group of women were sitting around the entrance of the village, chatting and embroidering, listening to the barking of dogs, immediately showed vigilance, took weapons, copied from the four breads, and saw Fan Qinghui, only to show peace of mind and joy, and saluted one after another.

Women are like this, men who go out hunting, force is worth looking forward to, and at the critical moment, it is enough for all the people to be soldiers.

However, Gu Cheng's eyes fell on the blades hanging outside each room, with thick back long knives being the majority, willow leaf thin knives secondary, and the rarest was a wooden knife, just like a toy that adults had cut in a few strokes and given to children to play with at will.

But when the wooden knife fell into the eyes of Shi Zhixuan and Fan Qinghui, it showed solemnity and envy, and even the phoenix and the turtle looked at it, and they all showed a look of amazement.

Because these wooden knives, every edge, every arc, interpret the way of heaven and earth.

If it is a Heavenly God Soldier and a Heavenly Demon Soldier, it is not surprising, but on ordinary wood, leaving traces of the Great Dao, this wonderful control is rare even for the gods of the past.

The hundreds of knives were hanging, the breeze was blowing, and there seemed to be a slight knife sound in the wind, Gu Cheng closed his eyes slightly, and said softly: "The realm of the heavenly sword is worthy of its name." ”

"It's been twenty years, and I finally see Your Majesty, can I fulfill the unfinished knife of the past?"

A middle-aged man with slightly gray temples walked out of the house.

His right arm was empty, and he didn't look for a panacea like Lin Xuanqing, and his severed limbs were reborn, so he let his sleeves flutter in the wind, and a wooden knife hung from his waist, looking calm.

"Good!"

In Gu Cheng's eyes, there was joy in seeing the hunt.

After being promoted to the realm of gods and demons, in addition to the divine beasts and heavenly demons in this world, how many people are worthy of his personal action?

The son of the Xuan Turtle, the Heavenly Sword is nameless, and the wind and clouds are combined, in addition to these few, there is now one more Song Que.

Heavenly Sword!

Hula!

The crowd dispersed, leaving an open space in the middle of the village.

It seems to be wide, but for a god-level existence, it is easy to fall into the mountains and the sea, and this place cannot be used at all.

But Gu Cheng and Song Que didn't mind, the two were ten zhang apart, Gu Cheng raised his hand, the emperor's hatred appeared, and Song Que took out the wooden knife on his waist and lightly touched the knife.

Zheng!

Obviously it was a wooden knife, but there was a peculiar sound of the knife, such as the sonorous sound of fairy music, and the villagers subconsciously looked up at the sky, as if there was really a legendary fairy, riding the wind on the clouds.

Shi Zhixuan and the others' eyes turned to the surroundings.

The breeze caresses the leaves, scratches the knife marks, the water crosses the riverbed, smooths the stone edges, and the fallen leaves float over the rocks and splashes sparks.

In the clouds, in the breeze, in the mountains and rocks, in the grass and trees, the metallic sound of the friction of the sword light echoed faintly everywhere, as if the entire heaven and earth had turned into the knife world.

This is the Eight Tricks of Heavenly Sword!

Emperor Gu Cheng turned his hatred, and the fire spread.

Call!

It is no longer like the wanton arrogance of the original emperor's resentful soul, and both obedience and disobedience are dead, but it seems to be nothing, sweeping through everyone's bodies and spreading out far and wide.

The sound of the knife was extinguished.

Before the knife world was formed, it was about to collapse, and Song Quemu turned his knife, and suddenly a cloud of Xiaoxiang water appeared.

The mist is shrouded, the water is light and the clouds are shadowy, the flow is endless, the attitude is endless, and under the beautiful nature, the killing knife qi is quickly condensed.

Emperor Gu Cheng's hatred turned again, and the two faced off in the air, entangled with swords and lights.

Everyone was dazzled, obviously it was just two people and two knives, but there was an inexplicable feeling that two armies were fighting, endless soldiers and fighting each other.

"The sword qi has a spirit, and it is self-evolving?"

Shi Zhixuan exclaimed.

At this moment, he finally knew that above the martial arts, Song Que was already walking ahead.

Song Que's sword qi is like an intelligent life, automatically evolving into battle and reproduction.

He and Gu Cheng have not moved so far, but they have exchanged hundreds of moves.

Because there are tens of thousands of sword lights, it seems that there are tens of thousands of masters competing with each other, dismantling each other, bringing forth the new, and evolving into infinite changes.

Such a means is not only miraculous, but even unimaginable before the war.

As a result, a line separates the air, divides the heaven and the earth, and is located in the center of Wuzhang, impartially.

"Extremely pure!

The onlookers' realization, how can they be Gu Cheng, seeing another scenery, and they have a lot of insights about the Son of Heaven's divine skills and even their own avenues.

For example, Shi Zhixuan, Fan Qinghui, Lin Qingxuan and other people outside the world, when they came to this world, they all practiced and comprehended the martial arts, and the stones of other mountains can attack jade.

Only Song Que did not learn any exercises in this life, but comprehended heaven and earth and entered the realm of the sword path.

The Heavenly Sword and the Heavenly Sword are in the same realm, and Song Que's fighting spirit is far more nameless.

If it weren't for the salvation of the three-star Nuwa's divine power, which could achieve all kinds of incredible miracles, the Heavenly Sword Song Que at this time would be even more nameless than the Heavenly Sword.

As a result, it seems to be limited to ten zhang, but in fact, the sky is high and the earth is wide, the battlefield is boundless, and the confrontation in the void continues.

Gu Cheng and Song Que fought each other from afar, and neither of them could suppress anyone, as if this battle would continue until the end of the world.

But in the end, the sword aura in the sky was gone, and the wooden knife in Song Que's hand couldn't withstand the impact after all, and it shattered and scattered.

But it was at this moment that his eyes burst into shock, and among the scattered wooden knives, an invisible blade that seemed to open the heavens and shattered the void slashed out.

Bang!

The sword is dexterous, the knife is heavy and strong, and the clumsy return to the pure, one knife is enough!

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