Maybe this state land itself is a big array, or maybe the palace in front is a big array.

Gu Dongping looked at the flat ground, as if the smooth ground, pale as snow, illuminated a lost memory in his mind, and there seemed to be nothing.

The light and shadow flickered, and the Gu Dongping people flew out.

No matter what lies ahead, it's better to think more than to do it.

Crossing the wall that was higher than the sky again, in violation of the principle of mechanics, extending to the Gangfeng layer, facing the Gangfeng wind, holding the knife, he only felt his body sinking.

A wall divides into two worlds.

There are five huge pillars like optimus in it, standing upright from afar, and as far as the eye can see, the front one has a smooth section from the waist, and this fallen pillar has fallen to the northeast corner, overpowering many buildings.

The buildings here have a common characteristic, that is, the simple atmosphere, the simple lines, and the cone angles are always clear, for example, the fallen pillars, there is also a kind of contempt for the common people.

Gu Dongping didn't understand why he had such strange thoughts.

But the fallen pillar is indeed desolate, and it is also immense.

In addition to the fallen pillar, the other four, one mottled like a table topped with vegetable soup, although it had not completely fallen, exuded a sour and rancid smell.

There is also a half-down, crumbling, looking like that, it is not far from falling.

Of the remaining two, one is still thriving on top, but the roots seem to have been damaged.

As for the last pillar, it collapsed completely, leaving the base more than 100 meters empty, and the upper part did not know who took it, only an empty artistic conception was tactful in it.

But even the pillar that disappeared still had a kind of qi that stood up to the sky and the earth, supporting the empty space and reflecting each other with several others.

Standing in front of these five stone pillars of different styles, Gu Dongping felt a deep sense of insignificance.

It's about the same as what he felt when he first faced the white mouse, and it was a kind of contempt on personality.

Before he could think about it more, the five stone pillars that had just come into his eyes suddenly turned into a cloud of white mist, and a rainbow light as green as jade rushed straight towards him.

If it is said that a sword pierces the heart, this light is exactly what it means.

It's just that compared to the impure, or pure and unatmospheric sword light he had seen before, this sword was different from them.

On the contrary, it was similar to Xiao Huangquan holding a sword he had seen, it was a feeling of having a sword in his hand and opening up the world.

Pure and positive, righteous and big.

Let's not talk about the power, just the breath makes Gu Dongping like a great enemy.

The sword seemed to have become his natural enemy, crushing his heart until it did not move, so that his distracting thoughts arose.

A kind of extreme tranquility is pressed, this real and complex feeling, makes him have a breathless impulse.

The seer saw the five pillars of the blue sky, broadened his horizons, and another sword rose up, forcing the entire space backwards, how similar this hand is!

As soon as the sense of appreciation passed, Gu Dongping was angry in his heart, and it was really boring to use the same technique twice.

Therefore, even though there was danger in front of him, he did not retreat, but put the butcher in his hand behind him.

The butcher is strong in weirdness, strong in the ruthlessness formed by the sacrifice of hundreds of millions of people, but he can't do that kind of high-spirited atmosphere.

Pure, upright, only one punch.

Gu Dongping's mind was originally cleansed under the mirror, like stagnant water, immovable, quiet.

With a fist lifted, the whole body strength and the nodes in the heart trembled at the same time, and under the blessing of the underworld, a kind of absolute consciousness of the self was revealed from the fist, and the ice finger Xuanxuan broke through the air with one punch!

Rumble!

The white fist and the turquoise rainbow light were stacked together.

If the turquoise rainbow light is the sea water that can lift thousands of feet high waves at high tide, then the white fist is a strong rock that does not move and does not move. It's white like snow, and it's cold like ice.

A drop of ink suddenly appears in a single space, and a series of freehand landscape paintings with magnificent scenery are connected. A punch and a sword in the painting stirred up thousands of ripples.

With a click, the space on all sides swelled, and there were four more turquoise rays, which were better than the previous rays, and attacked at a tricky angle.

Gu Dongping raised his fist again, this time, he swept away his previous mood, and only made the hardest fist with a sense of pride.

The enemy is coming from all directions, and I will not move or retreat.

As soon as I thought of this, all kinds of feelings about the past came to my heart again, and I knew what was going on in my heart, so I made a punch!

With a punch, Gu Dongping flew upside down, with countless small scars on his body.

It's not that the fist is not hard enough, but the sword light is sharp, and he can't catch it. There are too many sword lights, too fast, how can a punch be used?

Four rainbow lights fell, and the space changed again, as if there was a wind, and then sixteen swords came from the tiling, each rainbow light shot at a sharp angle, and an unprecedented crisis struck, as if it wanted to bombard him into slag.

"Come!" Gu Dongping obviously lost the upper hand, and injuries appeared on his body, but he did not retreat but advanced.

One punch is not a good one, two punches over there, three punches......

It is true that he has other means on him, but Gu Dongping knows that other means are useless.

It's not that the other means are not strong, but this sword is too weird, occupying the word pure, and all the mottled and mixed moves are like a chicken and a dog, vulnerable to a blow.

The black sheep can't block a sword, and the holy son clone can't do it, maybe the butcher can be worthy of a sword, but the two swords will be broken, the butcher is the master of Gu Dongping's slaughtering artifact, and even the trump card killing weapon of the extreme realm, how can he be folded here?

Every sword light, if it turns into silk, you will find that the same purity, the same angle, the same strength, without the slightest weakness, is a sword in hand, the courage I have in the world.

Group beating is not good, but it does not mean that Gu Dongping is not good, he is not angry but happy, all because he firmly believes that his fists are hard enough, and he didn't punch before, but because there are not many people who make him worthy of his punching.

Iron striking also needs its own hardness, a warrior who does not believe in himself will never go far, but fortunately, Gu Dongping has not forgotten this sentence.

The fist fell and rose again, and I don't know how many punches were thrown in a row.

Only the roar of the quadrangular space was stronger than before, and it seemed to be an accompaniment orchestra, and in contrast, his body was getting worse and worse.

Several injuries could even see the internal organs inside, and the sword qi had been destroying inside.

However, scarred, Gu Dongping quietly approached the highest point of space.

The so-called high here is viewed from the perspective of the rainbow light.

Stepping on the point, and then the green rainbow shines, this time the green rainbow is dense and can't see clearly, and it is endless, and the momentum of the superposition is full of momentum, aiming, as if he wants to become a hedgehog in the next moment.

Seeing this, Gu Dongping's fist was abnormal, but it fell slightly, and at the moment when those green rainbows were added, it knocked on a certain node in front of him.

I only heard him sigh lightly, "There is my invincible fist in the world, but there is no pure Qinghong sword, great compassion." ”

Thousands of Qinghong are like a bouquet of flowers, let him hold the flower stalk, pull forward, wither in the wind, the flowers bloom and fail, the space jumps, and then Gu Dongping threw it casually, tasteless and boring, "It's still the same trick",

There are no walls in the surrounding space, only five pillars of various colors, standing indifferently, the breeze does not blow, and it is empty and silent.

He turned to the other and said, "Yes, when you reach the extreme realm, there are still many good tricks in this world. ”

Suddenly, another green rainbow fell in the distant sky, and Gu Dongping just raised his hand.