"Emperor of Heaven. ”

Wang Shuo opened his eyes, and his tone was sunny, revealing a cold meaning.

The Heavenly Emperor stroked the long sword on his legs and smiled, "It seems that the one who won is you, a mortal. ”

Wang Shuo said indifferently: "To make Erzhongtian so embarrassed, just for a power of faith like a joke?"

The Heavenly Emperor smiled, "You shouldn't want to discuss this with Lone, right?"

"Of course not. ”

Wang Shuo took a step forward, the chess game of heaven and earth shook, the black dragon danced wildly, earth-shattering, and the sea water soared up a hundred feet high, one after another, and the momentum was terrifying.

"I'm more interested in you, but there's something I don't know. ”

The Emperor of Heaven got up, his sword was unsheathed two inches, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, killing the front.

Wang Shuo didn't move, pressing step by step, the Heavenly Emperor frowned, but laughed out loud, "Is it really a mortal who has only lived for a few decades?"

"You care too much about age. ”

Wang Shuo opened his mouth indifferently, and stepped forward again, and in an instant, hundreds of black dragons danced wildly, crushing the front, turning a huge area into ashes.

The chess game collapsed, the Heavenly Emperor's face changed slightly, a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, he raised his hand to wipe it away, and said with a smile: "This chess game is set up quite well." ”

The loser himself is dead.

But he is the Emperor of Heaven, how can he be killed so easily?

"The Extreme Saint?"

Wang Shuo smiled, and his figure flashed in front of the Emperor of Heaven, and slapped his palm on the sideways.

The space fluctuated, turning into a vortex frenzy, and once again shook the Heavenly Emperor back a distance of 100 zhang.

"Not bad. ”

The Emperor of Heaven praised the exit, and for a while the sword was unsheathed, the wind and clouds changed, and the mountains and rivers froze.

Wang Shuo raised his head, the sky was white, and the purple gold bowl could hardly absorb the endless white light. This kind of white light, as long as it lasts long enough, is enough to change the nature of everyone's mind.

The Heavenly Emperor smiled and said, "What are you going to do?"

"Ten steps. ”

Wang Shuo said indifferently, "If you don't retreat in ten steps, I will cut myself." ”

"Oh?"

The Heavenly Emperor raised his eyebrows, "What a big breath." ”

Wang Shuo's left foot lifted and slowly fell.

Bang!

It was as if the vast earth shook completely, the sky dome changed, and the sky dome belonging to Wang Shuo's side turned black.

The Heavenly Emperor grasped the hilt of the sword in his right hand and slowly drew his sword.

Boom!

The second step was taken, and the black surged, like a huge demon, let out a wild roar, which was terrifying.

The moment he took the third step, Wang Shuo's right fist was raised high, and a punch reached the Emperor of Heaven.

The Bitter Fist of Life!

Thundered!

The Emperor of Heaven flew thousands of meters upside down, leaving a deep abyss on the earth wherever he passed.

Old Bitter Fist!

Wang Shuo's black hair was flying, and his breath was violent, and that breath was the decisiveness of death, the horror of death.

The Heavenly Emperor resisted with his horizontal sword, and the sword body smashed into his chest, and his sternum made a cracking sound, and he fell out again.

"Perfection Realm?!"

The Heavenly Emperor raised his eyebrows, and there was a little more shock in his eyes.

And it is also the perfect state of going out, my life has been completed, and I have walked out of a new path, that is to say......

"Overlord!"

The Heavenly Emperor's eyes lit up, "What a mortal, he has already set foot on the path of the Overlord. ”

The sword pointed at the sky and said coldly: "But does your power really belong to you?"

Overlord is strength, and consummation is the state of mind.

"You are also extremely saintly, your mood is too bad. ”

Wang Shuo's body was slightly sideways, his hands were clenched into fists, and in an instant, another punch burst out, filling the breath of illness, and the shadow of the fist and the shadow of the sword collided, causing the sky to crack, like a giant beast in the wilderness opening its bloody mouth, which was extremely terrifying.

This time, the two turned out to be evenly matched.

In an instant, Wang Shuo once again jumped forward, clenched his fist, and the breath of death was permeated, this punch was a devastating punch, filling the end of the living soul.

That's ......

Die!

The sixth step, the fourth punch.

The Heavenly Emperor's breath was strong, and a sword pierced the fist shadow, and the sword shadow raged, rushing straight ahead, as smooth as flowing water.

The sword pierced three inches into Wang Shuo's flesh and blood, and Wang Shuo also took the seventh step, still a bitter fist.

This punch pierced through the body of the Heavenly Emperor, and the black storm surged into the sky, not dispersing for a long time.

The Emperor of Heaven retreated, and there was a little more jealousy in his eyes.

He hadn't fought for too long, and the man in front of him was a battle-hardened maniac who looked at death as if he were home. Exchanging injuries for injuries seems completely insignificant in the eyes of the other party.

Wang Shuo raised his foot again and fell.

Step 8!

The Heavenly Emperor chuckled, and his body turned into a rainbow and rose into the sky, and the Heavenly Machine Mirror disappeared instantly, "Five days later, the Triple Heaven will be waiting for you, and you will never die." ”

Eight bitter breath, uncomfortable.

He needs to make a preparation, for example, the Sky Machine Mirror must also be used.

Darkness engulfed the whole world, and the white light dispersed.

Wang Shuo landed on the top of the bitter sea, the water here is clear and turquoise, the moment Wang Shuo stepped on his feet, his own darkness flowed into the bitter sea like ink, and for a while, the bitter sea boiled, as dark as ever, full of sad atmosphere.

The sword wound on his chest was hideous and piercing, and it was difficult to heal.

The Heavenly Emperor is not ordinary, it's just that everyone is suppressing their strength, and if they continue to fight, the Double Heaven will be destroyed.

Then, Wang Shuo walked in the air, stood on the broken ladder, walked very calmly, walked in front of Leng Yi, reached out and picked up the cigarette case from the pool of blood, took one out of it, lit one for Leng Yi, put it between his fingers, lit one himself, and sat on the ladder and smoked.

"I haven't touched this thing in years. ”

Wang Shuo whispered, quietly looking at the red on the front end of the cigarette, as bright as blood.

In all directions, there were corpses all over the place, and there were no less than 140,000 corpses piled up here, some of them were just wreckage, and some of them were nowhere to be found.

After a long time, Wang Shuo stood up, the cracks in the sky had healed, and the heavens and the earth were clear, as if nothing had happened.

"The rest of the way. ”

Wang Shuo looked at Leng Yi, "I'll go by myself." ”

"Anyway, thanks. ”

Wang Shuo reached out and patted Leng Yi's shoulder, "If there is an afterlife, we may be the best brothers." ”

Leng Yi's body turned to ashes and scattered with the wind, except for the ladder that day, there was a long sword full of cracks.

Wang Shuo walked towards the ladder step by step, and the moment he landed, the originally broken ladder shattered and turned into smoke and dust.

The cracked sword fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Some things, some people, in the end, only 'legends' remain.

Wang Shuo walked step by step, walking in the muddy battlefield, every inch of soil was soaked in blood. All the bodies were quickly separated, pieced together.

Wang Shuo stood at the center of the battlefield, and there was probably only so much he could do.

Suddenly, Wang Shuo turned around and walked over to a pile of corpses.

It was the Demon Race, but they had long lost the slightest trace of Demon Nature, because at that moment, all the power of the Demon Race was absorbed by Wang Shuo.

That is, the moment when the Holy Lord devoured his Wang Shuo, that is, the moment when the world was white.

Wang Shuo squatted down with difficulty, stretched out his hand and grabbed one of the corpses tremblingly, crying silently.

"Why do you have to do this?"