The sky is mighty!

The death crisis came to his face, coughing up blood when he knew his fate, calculating the world, and spying on the heavens, he was counterattacked. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

There is a clumsy sword sound, and the nine rings come with a sword, and the qi is pervasive, blending with the breath of knowing fate.

Immediately, the calamity tilted, enveloping the body of the Nine Emperors.

He is like a mountain, standing before knowing his fate, and at this moment, under the catastrophe of the Heavenly Dao, the Nine Rings ...... It's fate!

Zhiming wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "Jiuming, there is a Fengwang Tower, and under this catastrophe, there will be a glimmer of life." Therefore, my life depends on you. ”

With that, he sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes.

He put his life in the hands of Jiuming.

......

The heavens and stars fell, the thunder tribulation was surging, and the first layer of the Fengwang Tower seemed to be the end of the world, and the heavens wanted to destroy the human beings who dared to spy on the heavens.

Thundered!

A dull and mighty thunder rang out, accompanied by a silver lightning bolt that streaked across the black sky, and the heavens and the earth lit up.

This is heavenly punishment!

Jiu Ming's body is volleyed in the air, and the clumsy sword without a blade gradually reveals its edge.

Since the era of the gods, there has never been a true peak master, and there has never been a person who has completely understood the clumsy sword.

Humble Peak, if it weren't for the Kunlun Sword Mountain inheritance, it would have disappeared from this world without a trace.

However, five hundred years ago, the current peak master of Humble Peak brought back a mortal from the Southern Regions and the Northern Kingdom.

That mortal, although he had a glimpse of the whole picture of Kunlun, but at the beginning of the search for the mountain, the disciples who had a glimpse of the whole picture of Kunlun were not counted in the Kunlun Sword Mountain, because this is also the premise that the monk can worship Kunlun.

However, Jiu Ming, who is ordinary in seeking mountains, has a unique talent for swordsmanship.

Ordinary cultivation talent, extraordinary sword cultivation qualifications.

He was a natural sword cultivator.

True sword cultivation.

In this generation, Kunlun has two disciples, who broke through the 360 sword formations and went down the mountain, walking the world with swords. One of them is Kendoko, and the other is called Kenmeiko.

Jiuming is one of the two world walks in Kunlun!

Knowing his fate, he opened his eyes, and his eyes were slightly condensed.

"Sharpen your sword for five hundred years, let me see how sharp your clumsy sword is!"

In his heart, he said.

Jiu Ming stood in the air, his posture was as straight as a sword, wisps of sharp light overflowed from his body, the sky was dark, sometimes silver lightning galloped, and the majestic thunder roared.

Rumble!

A silver lightning bolt pierced the black sky, fell from the sky, and appeared above Jiu Ming's head in an instant.

With a bang, the ribbon of the hair was scorched and shattered, and the three thousand black hairs flew apart, dancing wildly with the wind, a trace of silver electric light swirled in the tips of the hair, and between the light and darkness, the black hair was crystal clear, and wisps of sharp edges burst out.

The clumsy peaks of the two ancient eras are about to emerge today.

Since the fall of the amazing Sword Emperor at the end of the Immortal Ancient Age, countless sword cultivators with great talents have not been able to see the true meaning of the way of the sword, and no one has ever broken through the supreme realm.

Although those characters are invincible in battle, even comparable to saints. But after all, it is not supreme, and it is difficult to live for thousands of years.

Jiu Ming is the person who is most likely to regain the glory of Humble Peak in these tens of thousands of years.

Although this is the case, the lord of this generation of clumsy peaks does not dare to hope that one day, he can break the curse of that clan and achieve the supreme position.

Phew!

Thunder and lightning flashed, and a finger-thick thunderbolt broke through the air.

It's too fast to see with the naked eye.

However, when the thunderstorm was coming, an index finger appeared before the thunderstorm and encountered it.

Bite!

There was a crisp sound, and the thunderbolt split in two, and then disappeared into the night.

Under the night of ink, that finger pointed out, there was a sharp edge of the sword, and a wisp of thunder that had not dissipated flashed on the finger of the sword, adding to its might.

Thundered!

A loud bang erupted from the black curtain, and dark clouds rolled in, sweeping the heavens and the earth, and the way of heaven ...... was enraged by Jiuming's behavior.

In the depths of the rolling clouds, something seems to be brewing, the coercion between heaven and earth is becoming more and more terrifying, and the shadow of death precipitated in the heart is becoming more and more intense.

At this time, Jiu Ming's face was slightly condensed, he withdrew his fingers, and a long sword that had never been opened appeared.

The next moment, he held the bladeless sword in his hand and stepped into the sky.

......

Purple Dragon King City.

The Purple King climbed the tall building, looking at the sky, and in the distant and unseen places, the lonely tower stood especially, but the person who had stood on the top of many heroes for millions of years was no longer there.

In that case, is the Fengwang Tower still the Fengwang Tower? The Purple King sneered.

Zixuan's death did not cause a ripple in her heart. As long as it takes a few more years, when this heaven and earth completely becomes the territory of the imperial family, there will be many such people.

The Purple Clan's wind and snow nights, as long as the four of them are safe......

As soon as she thought of this, Purple King Emei frowned lightly, Xue's death was unexpected by her, if it weren't for the fact that the step had already been completed, now it only needs to cost dozens of times the price, and it can also achieve the goal. I'm afraid that the current layout of the clan is already smoke and dust.

"The Emperor of People......"

The purple king's eyes looked at the northwest, the mountain range that had been in the throat of the purple dragon city for tens of thousands of years, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and the purple dragon robe waved, she turned around and walked down the tall building, only a cold sound lingered between the purple gold beams.

"After this year, there will be no emperor in this world!

......

Desperate southeast, Qinglong City.

A man in Tsing Yi walked on the palace avenue with his hands in his hands, the guards on both sides bowed silently, and a look of reverence appeared in his eyes, obviously, this man in Tsing Yi was not a mortal.

In front of a building, the man in Tsing Yi stopped, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Please come in. ”

When he was young, a cold voice came from the building. The man in Tsing Yi stretched out his hand to push open the door and stepped into it.

On the second floor, there is a white-clothed figure standing with his hands in his hands, and on the wall in front of the person, there is a picture scroll.

"You're here. ”

The white-clothed figure did not look back, his eyes were still staring at the scroll, it was a person, he was floating in the air, thunder and lightning around him, behind that person, the sky was torn, and it seemed that something terrifying was about to emerge from it.

On the earth, there is darkness and blood, and there are cold corpses, and everything in heaven and earth is silent, and only one person exists.

What kind of scene is this? The world has come to an end, and this is the catastrophe of the human race.

"It's coming. ”

The young man spoke, his eyes fixed on the scroll.

Well?

The man frowned, his eyes were dim, as if he was in some desperate situation, his face was rapidly turning pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

At this time, the white-clothed figure turned around and looked at this scene with a smile.

This is a middle-aged man, with a cyan dragon pattern coiled on his white chest.

In a desperate situation, there is only one person who wears this clothes, and there is only one person who dares to wear this clothes, the contemporary Qinglong City Lord, the Qingwang!

And so the time passed, and a stick of incense passed......

Phew!

At this moment, a sharp sound came out, and a silver light flashed in the eyes of the man in Tsing Yi.

Then, wisps of silver light burst out, lightning and thunder, and the man in green clothes was shrouded in silver lightning, exuding a terrifying majesty on his body.

"Mu Shenglei, very good. ”

Qingwang opened his mouth, looked at the northwest, and said: "Like a dragon, take this picture scroll and go to Purple Dragon City. ”

"Yes. ”

The man in Tsing Yi, jade like a dragon bowed down.

Then I put away the painting, went downstairs, went out of the city, and headed northwest.

......

Still the same building, Qingwang looked at the empty wall with tiredness in his eyes, and sighed heavily.

"Demons... The Emperor of People..."

Qingwang sat on the ground and closed his eyes tiredly.

The catastrophe is coming, the end of life, where is the vitality of the human race? Where will the human race go?