On the ruined earth of the Holy City, the crimson sword aura displayed the murderous aura that had been buried by the loess for more than 2,000 years.

The golden earth was shattered by a red light.

The incomparable sword qi rushed towards the holy blood in mid-air.

And the holy blood in the mid-air flowed rapidly into the form of a person.

Jesus.

All the conscious people present could recognize the man standing in mid-air.

He had just appeared in an illusory projection, and now it seemed that he was about to turn into reality.

The Holy Blood turned into Jesus stood in the air, and the flowing holy light turned into Shengxue's white clothes, and his slender beard and long hair matched his pure white robes, as if to show his wisdom and holiness.

Jesus stared at the sword aura in front of him.

There was a reflection of sword light in his eyes.

Murderous slam into his face, pulling up his black beard and long hair.

At the last moment, Jesus commanded the divine soldiers on both sides, and his eyes were full of gold.

He spoke slowly, an ancient word, as if it had been heard in ancient times.

"And God said, No."

It is like an irresistible and powerful will in the dark, which cannot be derogated or reversed.

The volley of Jesus seemed to be about to turn into a real god at this moment.

He uses the tone of Genesis to describe the feeling of the irresistible will that outlines the world.

A golden glow appeared out of thin air.

Straight towards the crimson sword light.

Wujie used the sword light of the Yue King Sword to open up, and the sword qi that overflowed from it actually began to disintegrate.

Wisps of wisps.

A hint of it.

But it soon seemed like a domino had been toppled.

All sword energy dissipated.

The sword light in the air also began to tremble.

"This thing is a bit strong!"

The great monk had no precepts, and his face was red.

At this time, the bronze ancient sword in his hand was faintly unsteady.

Endless pressure is transmitted from the air to the hands of the unringed, and these two horrors of the mythological era of two thousand years ago show the horrors of lost history.

Just when Wujie was about to lose the bronze ancient sword in his hand, and Hu Ziming was ready to rescue him with the half volume of "Taigong Art of War" in his arms, a sudden change occurred.

At this time, an illusory figure walked out of the bronze ancient sword.

He seems to be wearing a cyan robe with the word "Wangba" embroidered on the back.

But the face is not real.

"What's that?"

Wujie has used the Yue Wang Sword for so long, and he never knew that there was such a great god in the Yue Wang Sword.

"I'm afraid that the one in the Yue Wang Sword is not the Yue Wang, it is the sword spirit of the Yue Wang Sword or something. ”

The dry corpse licked his lips and said.

But his tongue was even more chapped than his lips.

King Yue!

The Yue King more than 2,000 years ago.

This is not a person that everyone can see.

In the chaotic memories of the dried corpses, in the thousands of years of Kyushu's history, the more advanced the characters became, the more powerful they became.

Two thousand years ago, it was the ancient era that connected the heavens, the earth, the stars, the sun and the moon.

The man in Tsing Yi was in a majestic figure, he stood straight, standing in the void, and slowly spoke:

"There is no God, and all I follow is true strength. ”

He spoke the same old language, but everyone present could hear it clearly.

I can also understand the meaning.

There was a feeling of heaviness like a mountain in the voice of the man in Tsing Yi, like a towering Mount Tai, and the mountains were standing up.

Jesus looked at the man in front of him, and the gold in his eyes became more and more intense.

After the man in Tsing Yi finished speaking, the spear paused for a moment and then said:

"And you, unworthy!"

The four words are divided into two paragraphs, each of which is like a landslide and a crack.

"Turtle turtle, it's too domineering, when can the Sprinkle family be like this. ”

The great monk raised his head and said.

And in mid-air, the voice of words just fell.

As soon as the illusory figure stretched out his hand, the sword of King Yue, which had been covered with dust for more than 2,000 years, shone brightly in an instant.

The sword is in the sky.

The clouds and mist in the sky were scattered by this sword.

The sword body was separated from the hands of the great monk Wujie in an instant, and he did not shake the departing long sword with all his strength.

Yue Wang Jian was extremely excited, and everyone present could hear the excitement that looked like a child returning home.

"Sword, that's not what you used. ”

In mid-air, the sword of King Yue had already appeared in the hand of the illusory figure, and he looked at the long sword in his hand as if he had seen through the dust of history, and his words were full of vicissitudes.

The man in Tsing Yi stretched out his hand and flicked his fingers.

"Dang!"

A soft groan seemed to be a dragon's groan.

The long sword is like a dragon, and I am excited.

The dull bronze on the long sword slowly faded, and the brilliance of the circulation was magnificent.

"My sword, the sword of the princes. ”

"When you are angry, the sky will fall apart, millions of corpses will be ambushed, and blood will flow and float. ”

"If you go, the people will be convinced, and you will be sent away. ”

"The way of the king lies in the king, and it also lies in the domineering. ”

"The overlord, the force to suppress the world. ”

As soon as the illusory figure's words fell, a terrifying sword aura rose into the sky.

Compared to the sword qi that Wujie had just swung out, it was a hundred times stronger.

The sword qi seemed to suddenly have a kind of charm.

It seems that a peerless martial artist originally relied on his profound internal force to suppress the world, but at this moment, he is not just a person with peerless internal power, but a strong man with a god of martial arts.

In mid-air, Jesus could no longer keep the wind calm this time.

In his eyes, the golden light seemed to swallow everything.

"And God said, Let there be light!"

A golden light came out of thin air.

Towards the sword qi shines.

However, this time it is more powerful.

The great monk was speechless without a precept, just now if this guy in the air came to do this, he would kneel with an iron nail.

"God?"

The illusory figure in mid-air sneered, as if with disdain.

It's a bit of a disdain.

"In front of the sword of the princes, what is a god?"

He seemed disdainful, and he seemed to be laughing.

The long sword in his hand turned, and the endless sword air swirled.

In his time, the etiquette and music collapsed, the heroes were everywhere, the smoke of mythology covered everything, and even the Jiuding of the Zhou Dynasty Ji family could not suppress everything.

It was a world of great contention, and where there was flesh, there was contention.

They fought for the people.

Struggle for power and hegemony.

Fight for the destiny of heaven, and do not believe in the destiny of heaven.

The princes of that era only believed in themselves, and the mandate of heaven was in my hands, and it was wrong not to be in my hands.

Goujian, the king of Yue who was born in such an era, how could he believe in God?

There is trouble in the world, and only a strong country can break it.

Tsing Yi is independent, and the long sword is in the air.

On the other hand, Jesus is still repeating the old sayings.

It is like a dream, like the temptation of truth.

Hu Ziming had an illusion that if it weren't for the half-volume of "Taigong's Art of War" in his arms, he would have been unable to help but believe in the Jesus in front of him.

It was a feeling of faith being evoked from the depths of my heart.

Almost irresistible.

But it's not unstoppable.

Hu Ziming looked up.

At least in mid-air, the majestic man in Tsing Yi who was suspected of being the king of Yue Goujian was not bewitched by this voice at all.

The voice of Jesus in the air continued to sound.

"And God said, Let there be thunder and lightning. ”

In an instant, the cloudless sky between heaven and earth turned into dark clouds.

Thunder exploded out of thin air.

It's like the inexplicable rainy season.

The celestial phenomena change in a word.

"And God said, Let there be fire. ”

The waves of fire rose into the sky in an instant, accompanied by thunder, and rushed towards the illusory figure.

Fire without roots, water without ping, self-generated out of thin air.

Jesus was like a true god at this moment, and he did what he said, manipulating everything in nature as if he were manipulating fate.

Everything moves for it.

"And God said, Let there be water. ”

"And God said, Let there be a wind. ”

"And God said, ......"

Irreversible voices continued to come out of Jesus' mouth.

Countless natural landscapes and powers were casually summoned by him.

But the man in Tsing Yi Ling Ran was not afraid, he even stood the sword body at his side, not caring at all.

Just quietly looking at Jesus in the middle of the air, as if reading an extremely interesting commentary.

When Wan Dao was added, the man in Tsing Yi slowly lifted the Yue Wang Sword in his hand, which was already impatient.

"It's all a trail. ”

The illusory figure smiled, and he swung his sword.

There's nothing glamorous or flashy, and there's no dominating word.

Some are just naked and powerful.

The wind, rain, thunder and lightning are scattered.

A sword seemed to have shattered the heavens and the earth.

Whether it was fire, water, light, or anything else, all of them were scattered by the sword qi.

The sword qi split the entire holy city in half on the earth, and the sword marks were more than three feet into the ground.

"The widow is not good at the sword, the widow is good at the armor, and the law of ten thousand enemies is not as good as the way of the general, swordsmanship, and the way, but the sword of the widow is not comparable to the young people such as you. ”

"King Wu is dead, the widow is in the world, the long sword is hanging in the air, it is difficult to have an opponent, if there is an enemy, three thousand Yuejia, overwhelm the world. ”

"Today, Yaxing will test the sword with your body to show the sword of the Son of Heaven. ”

The phantom of the man in Tsing Yi shook the hilt of the sword in his hand, and he didn't see any superfluous movements.

A streamer of light rose into the sky.

Red as blood.

It's like a comet striking the sun.

It was the unrivaled sword of the emperor.

King Yue, born in troubled times, surname, real name Jiuqian, in ancient times the Chinese characters were different, transliterated into Gou Jian, also known as Su Zhi, a descendant of Xia Yu, the son of Yue Wang Yunchang, the monarch of Yue in the late Spring and Autumn Period.

One of the five tyrants of the Spring and Autumn Period recognized by "Xunzi Wangba".

Open the great cause of the king, endure the humiliation that ordinary people can't bear, and become something that ordinary people can't do.

His sword is brilliant when it is stronger than you, and it is a spring breeze when it is weaker than you.

In the Forbidden City, before the jade seal of the country, in front of Qin Shi Huang, who was "the remnant of Fen VI, and drove the long strategy in the United States", he was just the long wind

However, at this time, this sword is Tianwei.

Hu Ziming had a feeling that if Jesus was heaven, this sword was going to pierce the heavens.

That's how it feels, and the strength and weakness are self-evident.

Just as he felt, the red Changhong sword qi hit Jesus in mid-air in an instant.

The supreme figures of the Three Religions, the Holy Son and the Prophet, were slashed out by this sword.

Jesus turned into a streamer, and the streamer slammed into the earth.

A deep ravine was plowed out of the rubble.

It is exactly one vertical and one horizontal with the ravine, as if a huge giant has drawn two strokes on the vast earth.

The sword qi converged.

Jesus lay in a ravine, his upper body in tattered garments.

It left a deep sword mark on his chest.

The sword qi pierced through it, penetrating the bones, and it was extremely tragic.

But not the slightest trace of blood came out of Jesus' wounds.

It even heals quickly and at a rate that is visible to the naked eye.

But Jesus' face grew paler.

"King from the East, we shouldn't have fought. ”

Jesus stood up, and the light came out of him again.

It's still pure white and snowy.

"There is no right or wrong, only the widow is willing or not. ”

"The weak are not qualified to discuss reason. ”

"The strong are worthy to dominate the world. ”

The illusory figure of King Yue in mid-air, although there was no talk of a truce on his lips.

But the sword in his hand did not move.

He just pressed against the hilt of the sword, and Jesus' eyebrows kept jumping.

It was uneasy, because the man in Tsing Yi gave him the feeling that it was always between the sword and the sword.

Always 50 percent probable, impartial.

There is only one way to say this.

That is, this man is not interested in killing him or not.

To kill or not to kill is only between his thoughts.

The kindness and kindness that Jesus wanted to speak of were blocked back by the illusory man in green clothes.

He had a feeling that if he used kindness and kindness to persuade the person in front of him, then the man in Tsing Yi would definitely draw his sword.

And he will definitely die.

After subconsciously swallowing his saliva, Jesus put away what he had meant to say.

He's too weak now.

In the past thousand years, the aura has been too scarce.

As the man in Tsing Yi said in front of him, power is justice now.

Because he wanted to be reasonable, but he couldn't beat the man in Tsing Yi.

"What does this king want?"

"What do the widows want?"

King Yue smiled.

"Under the whole world, it is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's minister. ”

"Although the widow did not do it at that time, he is also the overlord of the hegemonic side, and it is still possible to be second to Zhou Tianzi, according to the habit of the widow, cut the land!"

Mowing the land?

Jesus raised an eyebrow.

"But the widow has gone, it's useless to ask for it, you present the jade of Jingshan and the pearl of the Marquis of Sui, and you can spare your life. ”

Yue Wang Goujian's thinking is very simple.

In his time, defeat was equivalent to land reparations, and there was no treasure to buy his life, so he left his life behind.

Back then, if it weren't for the fact that he had a treasure to buy his life.

Wu Wangfu probably won't leave his life, of course, in this way, there will be one less overlord-level figure in the Warring States.

"The Jade of Jing Mountain, the Pearl of the Marquis of Sui?"

It's not that Jesus is pretending to be stupid, he really hasn't heard much of these two treasures.

He was the Jewish revivalist chosen by Moses, and he learned the way of becoming a god, and becoming a god was a process of learning from man to god.

And in that era, those natural gods were the ones who really ruled the world.

They may have heard of these real treasures of the world.

But he was just a man who was about to become a god, and he was still a human being.

The supreme treasure of Kyushu, how could he have heard of it.

You know, the gods of mythology at that time were still showing miracles in the world.

"Playing stupid?"

The man in Tsing Yi tightened the sword in his hand.

At that time, he enjoyed the post-war negotiations the most.

That feeling of having the upper hand.

It's intoxicating.

That's real intoxication.

The pinnacle of the way of the king.