The Borderlands of the Void

On the white horse, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was dressed in a military uniform, and the horse under his crotch let out a low groan, originally Xiang Hong was reluctant to come to the battlefield, but there were some things he had to confirm. The distribution of power in this world is too similar to the Seven Heroes of the Warring States in his vague memory! And the power in the Shadowless Land is the position of the Qin State where the emperor of a thousand years ago, Yingzheng, was located!

No matter how bad his historical studies are, he still knows some of this kind of common sense. If it was really in the order of Qin's domination of the world, then even if he didn't go to the Secluded Land, the king of the Netherless Land would find him! No matter how much he didn't like the world! But he couldn't watch himself be destroyed by others, right?

Hundreds of thousands of troops lined up in neat queues. Xiang Hongzhi, who was wearing white armor, also showed the aura of a king. "Report!" the scout hurried.

"Said" Xiang Hong's body is like a tall pine, his reddish-brown armor is complex and exquisite, his huge eyes are full of sword eyebrows, and his gestures are actually the style of an emperor and the emperor of the Central Committee -- Ji Ziyi! Even if he is a few years younger than Xiang Hong, Xiang Hong cannot embody such a leaky princely spirit.

"It's just a teenager on the other side!"

"Joke! Even if it's Zhao Zhenrui, we have the strength to fight now!..."Ziyi's face suddenly flushed, like a rough ancient tree rock rising from the ground. The five fingers of the stone pillar are distinct, and Ziyi is like a chicken fluttering in mid-air! "Boom!" The brilliant original technique fell on the stone pillar, but it couldn't explode the stone pillar for half a minute.

A trace of anger flashed between Xiang Hong's eyebrows. With a light wave of his right fist, "Boom!" The sturdy stone pillar collapsed with a bang! An eleven or twelve-year-old boy in front of the army walked slowly, he walked very slowly but steadily, and the army in front of him did not make him the slightest timid. Ziyi fell back on his horse, horror written on his face.

At the beginning, he was indeed not afraid of Zhao Zhenrui, because he had never faced this devil at all. Even in the battle of sealing demons many years ago, he was only young and arrived slowly at the last moment when Zhao Zhenrui was sealed, for him, Zhao Zhenrui was just a defeated general under his father's generation!

The momentum reversed the moment the mountain appeared, and the soldiers clenched the sharp weapons in their hands. It seemed to them that at this moment, a majestic mountain was rushing towards them. Xiang Hong narrowed his eyes, and only he couldn't feel this strange momentum. Because he doesn't belong to this world at all, and the gorgeous magic of this world has nothing to do with him. And the same gorgeous magic couldn't hurt him in the slightest!

This is also the reason why he can simply blow up the stone pillar that he can't even do with the original technique! Shan's eyes stared at Xiang Hong, the pressure receded like a tide, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, originally with his plan, it should not only be Ji Ziyi, who was picked up, should also be the young man in front of him.

For the first time since the awakening of power, the original technique he used failed! Xiang Hong's blue eyes met the young man in front of him, and he was also surprised. Although he does not belong to this world, he has been in this world for some years, and he knows the basic rules of this world. The young man in front of him at least had the power of a Purple Realm magician. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to pick up Ziyi next to him from afar.

"Let's let Zhao Zhenrui come out!" Xiang Renmu on the sturdy tiger stepped out of the array of the army. "Boom!" no nonsense, sharp rocks sprang up like bamboo shoots. "Roar!" the tiger shouted, a pair of brown wings spread out from him, and Xiang Renmu flew into the air. This is his magic beast, the 'Candle Flying Tiger'.

Tremendous pressure rushed towards Renmu, and the height of the Celestial Tiger continued to decrease. "Bang!" Xiang Hong moved, and the back of the pitch-black long knife slashed the mountain out. "Retreat!" Xiang Hong said simply to Renmu. The Celestial Tiger flew back into the army. Shan stood up, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

didn't speak, and pounced towards Xiang Hong on the white horse, and at some point there was a pair of thick stone whips in his hand! The mountain face was expressionless, his left hand exerted force, and his right hand withdrew like a flash. The stone whip stabbed Xiang Hong's lower abdomen fiercely, although he didn't know why his original technique had no effect on the boy, but this was a battlefield, and the mountain instantly gave up the useless original technique and attacked the boy directly with hand-to-hand combat.

Pedal on horseback, Xiang Hong flew up. At the same time, both hands slashed towards the mountain. "Boom!" the rocks at the foot of the mountain cracked. The stone whips were crossed, struggling to resist Xiang Hong's slash. "Boom!" flipped his wrist, and the long knife was as nimble as a black snake. The mountain was chopped upside down by the back of a knife. He couldn't use the power of the original arts, but he was just a kid after all.

Xiang Hong stopped attacking, and the long knife returned to its scabbard. The blue eyes stared at the mountain in front of him struggling to stand up, Xiang Hong's golden finger was not only immune to the original technique, but the rebirth also gave him another ability, that is, the person who was injured by him, even the warlock of the healing system must slowly heal his injuries like ordinary people!

He is like the nemesis of the cultivators who are high up in this world! All the power of the original art will not work in front of him! The white horse came to his side obediently, and affectionately touched the neck of the white horse, and Xiang Hong turned over on the horse. "Go back, you can't win me!" he said coldly, looking at the mountain that had finally stood up.

"Haha!" Shan smiled, his smile was so miserable, Zhao Zhenrui didn't need waste in front of him! Even if Xiang Hong only used the back of the knife, he still broke Shan's right arm. With his left hand flipped, the stone whip stabbed at him. "Ding!" a crisp sound came out, and the warmth wrapped around his ruined body.

The voice of the devil came to my ears. "My mountain, you've done a good job, teach me next!" The black shadow stood up slowly, and the earth trembled! The corners of Zhao Zhenrui's mouth raised a strange arc, "You are very interesting!" The red golden eyes stared at Xiang Hong, like a vigorous cheetah staring at its prey.

Looking at these ghostly eyes, a chill rose in Xiang Hong's heart. The hand unconsciously touched the sword that had just been sheathed, and the slightest cold made his consciousness a little clearer. "Ding!" a white curved blade struck the back of his sword. A ghostly voice came from my ears. "If you don't make up your mind to kill me and swing your sword, you'll die!"

The wrist flipped and the long knife slashed straight through. The white horse didn't know where to run, "Ding!" Xiang Hong took three steps back before he stabilized himself. Although the gorgeous original technique couldn't hurt him, he was not an invulnerable demon god after all! The battle with the mountain consumed at least half of his physical strength! And Zhao Zhenrui in front of him was much stronger than the mountain!

"Ding, ding, ding!" didn't give Xiang Hong time to rest at all, and a series of attacks that were almost convulsive made Xiang Hong's knife-wielding right hand numb. But no one stepped forward, the army of hundreds of thousands was there and motionless! Xiang Renmu tried hard to urge the Heavenly Tiger, but the Heavenly Tiger seemed to be petrified, and he was also the one who was also stoned, and the breath from hell made them move their fingers into extravagant hope!

"Huh!" blood trickled down Xiang Hong's right arm. The heavy armor couldn't stop the sharp blade at all, and "Ding!" The left hand struggled to block the white blade coming from the right. Sweat fascinated his eyes, and Zhao Zhenrui's figure became blurred. Compared with Xiang Hong, Zhao Zhenrui was really excited.

For so many years, no one could hold up so many rounds in front of him! Not even his mountain. Even if he couldn't use the original technique, he was faster than a knife, but the knife avoided Xiang Hong's vital point. He's playing, and he doesn't want his rare opponent to die like this. He firmly believed that the little guy in front of him still had a stronger power to show.

"Bang!" came the loud thud of metal slamming. Xiang Hong's left hand began to become heavy, his consciousness began to become blurred, the scene in front of him changed, and he became a young man holding a bamboo knife. The knife swung and slashed towards the white-robed middle-aged man in front of him, but he was simply and neatly beaten away by the middle-aged man again and again. That's his father, the father of this world.

Unable to use the original technique, he was abandoned by everyone in the family, but only his father did not give up on him! He chose his Tang knife, which was the best in the world, as a weapon. But he forgot that this was a completely different era, and his understanding of the knife in his previous life was just a surface in his father's eyes, and he took off the bamboo knife again and again, but he still insisted on it.

Perhaps he would not have been able to sit in his current position without that accident, because of the unanimous insistence of the court and the elders, his father had to choose a new heir, and it was obvious that his father was a little upset that day. Unintentionally, the donor unexpectedly used the power of the original technique! Even the tiny 'Wind Slash' could not be prevented by him!

The bamboo knife in his hand was split in two! If there was no accident, he would also be cut open. But the wind blade disappeared the moment it touched him! Although it was just an accident, it may be that the wind blade was powerless after cutting the bamboo knife. But his father was a treasure! Soon he discovered his golden finger - no amount of force could hurt his super powerful plug-in!

For a while, the elders of the family acquiesced to his status, and he began to be cultivated with all his might! The intensity of his training far exceeded his limit, and he was slashed again and again. "Ding!" the strength of the whole body was squeezed dry. Zhao Zhenrui's face suddenly appeared in front of him, "Don't let me down! Your father gave up half of his life to seal me! Otherwise, he is the only one who has a chance to surpass me!"

Zhao Zhenrui didn't lie, Xiang Hong's father did have a chance to surpass him: "It's a pity that he listened to the advice of those wastes and chose to give up his life to seal me!

"Bang!" Zhao Zhenrui's eyes widened. The white blade passed through Xiang Hong's right shoulder. The pitch-black Tang knife was inserted aside, and Xiang Hong had a strange weapon in his hand. "Fire gun!" Originally, Xiang Hong's plan was to create something like a pistol of his own era.

But he didn't know the true structure of the pistol, and the flame god kingdom who was proficient in flames created a weapon that did not belong to this world under his conception, "Fire Gun!" does not rely on the original technique, but only uses the simplest gunpowder lethal weapon!