The flames of the giant mountain became more and more intense, as if they were about to ignite the world in one go, and the terrifying high temperature formed a sky-high heat wave, and even the iron riders ten miles away could feel the heat from the iron armor.

"Boom!" Heavy muffled thunder exploded in the sky at the top of the mountain, and heavy gray clouds rolled over, with the giant mountain as the center, covering a radius of dozens of miles.

He moved, withdrew his gaze into the distance, bent down, and reached out to grasp the pitch-black stick that was a foot above the top of the mountain.

The stick is two fingers thick, slightly wider at the junction with the mountain, and the whole has an upward spiral pattern. The surrounding metal was burned red, but the black sticks were still thick black, like a deep night sky without stars and moons.

He clenched the black stick with both hands and began to pull it up, the skin of his palm was close to the black pillar, the terrifying heat came, he gathered the true qi of his whole body, and the power frantically poured into his arms.

The black stick did not move, but the flames of the mountain began to go crazy, the red light flickered, and the whole mountain seemed to come to life, spitting flames from breath to breath.

The thunder roared, and the thunder light churned among the dark clouds, like countless thunder dragons haunting the sea of clouds. The flames grew fiercer, and the thunder and lightning became more and more agitated.

He looked up to the sky and roared, his voice running from low to high-pitched, like a dragon roaring for nine days, and the heavens and the earth were crazy.

Ten miles away, all the well-trained horses kicked restlessly. The knights struggled to control the reins, but they themselves could not contain the fear of the might of heaven and earth.

The black-armored commander looked at the huge clouds and the rolling thunder and lightning overhead, turned his head and ordered, "Everyone, get out of the clouds!" ”

Countless iron horsemen turned their horses' heads and began to gallop outward, with a little joy in their hearts. As the elite of the Great Qin Iron Cavalry, they know how to use their lives to obey orders. The commander will never retreat if he doesn't say retreat, but with the order to retreat, who doesn't feel glad to be alive?!

The black armor and the white clothes still stayed in place, and with the martial arts cultivation of the white clothes, they were naturally not afraid of one or two thunderbolts occasionally. And the commander can also resist the power of thunder and lightning by relying on his armor.

"Boom!" A heavenly thunder fell, slashing at him, but it couldn't hurt him in the slightest, the domineering and incomparable true qi protected him, and the embroidered gold shirt shone brightly under the thunder and lightning.

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ……”

The continuous thunder light continued to slash down, as if the heavens were furious, dissatisfied with this mortal's refusal to submit.

Dazzling eyes with a crimson thunder light poured down from the thunder pool above his head. In an instant, his figure was submerged, and then it was transmitted to the entire giant mountain.

The heavens and the earth are stirred, and the power of heaven and earth is added to the metal mountain. At this moment, the light of thunder and fire in the nine-hundred-zhang high mountain soared into the sky, making a loud sound that shook the sky, like the end of the world.

The palm of his hand was bearing the power of thunder and fire, and a trace of golden red blood flowed out, and it was also covered with purple qi. Blood flowed down and swirled along the threads, and the black stick loosened and was slowly pulled up by him.

Under the black stick, there was a peerless edge, and a thunder arc jumped on it, and a trace of flame followed the churning.

The momentum of the giant mountain slowly weakened as the black stick was pulled out, as if the edge of the drawing took away the power of the giant mountain.

The breath in his body poured out like a river of heaven, pouring into this sword that he had poured his life's work into. The sword body had already come out more than two feet, and the momentum of the giant mountain weakened again and again, and the thunder and lightning and flames gradually died down.

The thunder pool overhead gradually subdued Tianwei, and the temperature of the giant mountain was slowly dropping.

In the distance, the two in black armor and white looked at this scene, and there was only one thought in their hearts, "He really did it."

The black-armored commander was the first to come back to his senses, and his momentum like an angry lion returned to his face, and he turned his head to the white clothes next to him and said, "The moment this sword is drawn, you will strike!"

Hearing this, Bai Yi also came back to his senses, he nodded lightly and did not speak. The relatively slow return to his senses is not that his concentration is not as good as that of the black armor commander, but that "this sword" is of great significance to the world's martial artists.

The dark clouds and thunder in the sky gradually closed, and the molten lava flowing through the cracks in the mountains slowed down.

He held the pitch-black hilt of his sword like a tornado cloud in both hands, and the blade of the sword had already come out two feet and seven inches. He could feel that he was only three inches away, and the sword could be completed!

Golden-red blood with purple aura continued to flow down his arms, along the threads on the hilt, and disappeared into the blade entwined with lightning and flames.

He was getting more and more tired, and the true meaning of the sword had cost him all his life. In any case, in this life, he will not live long.

The last three inches of the sword tip with a perfect arc became more and more difficult, as if the nine-hundred-zhang giant mountain had sucked the sword. A weak voice came from his throat, but the tip of the sword was drawn out point by point under his strength.

At this time, there was a sharp sound of breaking the air from all sides, and I saw four figures in the distance in the south, south, north, and west approaching quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they were close to the giant mountain.

"Yuan Wutian, fight with me!" The figure in the north exuded a powerful momentum, blood-red true qi was entwined, and the voice revealed endless killing intent.

"Amitabha, Yuan Bene, turn back to the shore!" An old monk in the West is wearing a robe, and his whole body exudes golden Buddha light.

"Yu Mou has the courage to comprehend Brother Yuan's Heavenless Xuangong!" The people from the south laughed loudly, dressed in green shirts, and indescribably freehand.

The man in the east was shrouded in black mist, and he didn't say a word, but his momentum was not weaker than the other three.

The Jianghu Sect in the distance looked at the four people who had already gone to the foot of the giant mountain, and let out countless exclamations.

"That's the Seven Killing Martial Saints!"

"And the Yulin Spring of the Jiangnan Jade Family!"

"Is that man from the east...... Qingji Ancestor, don't forget your worries! ”

"But who is that bald old man covered in golden light in the West?"

"I don't know, but if I can appear with the previous three, I guess it must be a powerhouse in the same realm."

The people of the rivers and lakes let out countless exclamations, and the arrival of these four people made the entire battlefield gather the pinnacle of martial arts in the world!

The Black Armor Commander looked at the four people who entered the battlefield and asked, "How do you compare to you?"

"Not weaker than me." Bai Yi replied simply, and the momentum of his body began to slowly climb.

The Black Armor Commander took a deep breath, "I can't imagine that the martial arts in the world are so strong, and there are four extreme realms that are not weaker than you." ”

Bai Yi laughed at himself, "Outside the sky, outsiders, compared to him, what can the five of us say." ”

"The bald old man? It's also quite strange to look at his costume. ”

Bai Yi shook his head, he didn't know who this old man was, he had never heard of it in the rivers and lakes.

He stood on the top of the mountain and ignored the appearance of the four of them, and the last tip of the sword poured all his true qi and heart.

The Seven Killing Martial Saints stepped on the metal giant mountain in one step, and the majestic mountain body was cracked by him with one foot. Nine hundred zhang, the seven killing martial saints went up in one step, like ascending to the sky.

The other three are not far behind, they are all one step to the sky!

"You go, give him one last ride."

The white clothes dismounted, and walked with the sword.

……

This was the last scene Fang Yuan saw, and it was also the last memory of Yuan Wutian's mortal world.