Dayu country

The mighty Qingjiang River is 800 miles long, and the river is surging and sparkling under the sunset.

But the fairy bridge

A storyteller in his forties, his voice stirring yin and yang, and it is heartstrings.

But under the fairy bridge

The autumn wind swayed in the weeds

An unkempt, skinny, tattered boy with patches and a foul-smelling old beggar lying beside him, his eyes closed and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The sound of storytelling in his ears gradually faded away, and the young man looked at the sky with empty eyes, to be precise, at the 'river' in his mind.

He is an earthling.

Because of an accident, I came to this world three years ago. Lucky enough to survive a difficult childhood without dying, the river in my mind today actually rolled up waves, and the whole river seemed to have a strange rhythm, as if something was brewing in the river.

"Didn't I just take a bite of the river of time when I traveled through time and space, and a miniature version of the river of time appeared in my mind." Zhang Jian sighed lightly.

The effect of the long river of time is inexplicable, only in his mind, he doesn't know the past and the future, he can't see the end or the origin, it just flows quietly.

And every day passes, the river of time grows a point, and in the past three years, the river of time has changed from the thickness of the thumb to the thickness of meters, Zhang Jian is a little worried, will the river one day break his head.

In the middle of the river, there are ten bubbles, and the first bubble trembles under the ups and downs of time, and seems to burst at any time.

Looking at the long river of time that had been calm for three years suddenly rippling with layers of waves today, as well as the first trembling bubble that was about to burst, Zhang Jian suddenly had an almost instinctive premonition in his heart: The long river of time will definitely change today. And it's the change I've been waiting for.

In the face of an unsustainable life, he needs to change too much, and he needs a golden finger too much!

Thinking about his heart in his head, his thoughts seemed to be far away, and only the intermittent words of Mr. Qiaotou Storyteller came in Zhang Jian's ears like a dream:

"Five hundred years ago, the Evil Emperor and the Southern Emperor fought at the Qingjiang River. It is said that the evil emperor has boundless magical powers, has the ability to turn over rivers and seas, and has cultivated an immortal demon body, and he is still immortal and immortal in one breath, and has been fighting with the Southern Emperor for eight years. In that battle, the sky and the earth were cracked, the rivers flowed backwards, the sun and the moon had no light, the law was like heaven and earth, and the rivers and seas were overturned......"

Listening to the intermittent dream-like words in his ears, Zhang Jian's mind fluctuated over time, and at this moment, the first time bubble shattered, and the crystal inside turned into a stream of information, pouring into Zhang Jian's mind:

"Catch it!"

Before Zhang Jian could figure it out, the bubble burst and fluctuated, the space in front of Zhang Jian's eyes stood still under the fluctuation, time seemed to stop flowing, and the next moment the void in front of him was like an upside-down disc, and countless familiar pictures passed by in an instant.

He saw the kingfisher flying overhead ten seconds earlier, and it flew upside down.

I saw Lifu walking backwards on the bridge a minute ago.

The intermittent familiar national scolding ten minutes ago.

An hour ago, the young woman who was molested on the fairy bridge

The monk who walked by half a day ago.

The gang members who fought on the bridge yesterday.

Three months ago, the two martial arts halls that fought to the death on the Qixian Bridge.

At first, the rewind was extremely slow, and then it turned into extremely fast, and the fast people were dizzy and nauseous, but after four breaths, the speed of the disc reversing gradually slowed down again, and finally time froze, and two figures, one black and one white, appeared in front of him three feet away.

At this point, the speed of the river returned to normal after a long time.

Black and white entanglement, no earth-shattering, no rivers flowing backwards and the sun and moon without light, only the simplest dismantling, as if two ordinary people are practicing the simplest fencing skills:

splitting, stabbing, pointing, collapsing, hitting, lifting, picking;

Chop, intercept, support, press, hang, cut, tease.

Pull, wear, press, cloud, wipe, frame, sweep.

Bring, pumping, blocking, holding, pushing, rubbing, stirring.

Although swordsmanship is simple, it contains the ultimate change in the world's martial arts.

It's a pity that this shocking and rare duel has only one ordinary man who has spanned five hundred years, and at this time, watching the two of you come and go and constantly block, I can't help but have a question mark in my head:

"This is what is called a master move?"

If he hadn't seen the two of them standing on the waves, he would have thought that they were ordinary people performing on stage.

Don't you talk about the special effects of the land, the collapse of the mountains and the damming of the river, there should always be a little bit of sword energy, right?

The two fought for half a day

Suddenly, at a certain moment, all sounds stopped abruptly, and when the sun cleared the fog, two figures appeared in front of Zhang Jian's eyes.

One person fell to the ground, the white clothes were dying with blood, the ice sword in Nandi's hand was shattered thirty times, and there were thirty more wounds on his body, but the white clothes were blood-stained but still graceful.

There was also a person whose body was flickering with cold light, and his limbs were stiff and frozen.

The Evil Emperor's body was stiff, the Heavenly Sword in his hand was unstable, and the sword was constantly shaking in the wind.

At this time, the evil emperor held the heavenly punishment in his hand, and his face was full of pride: "Nandi, you can't do it." This rolling 800-mile Qingjiang is with you for a funeral, and it is not an insult to you. Hahaha! Hahaha! Today, the Southern Emperor died at my hands, and I will be the only one in the world in the future, and I will be happy. ”

Nandi's eyes were full of grief and indignation: "I only hate that I don't have a divine soldier in my hands, otherwise how can you be so arrogant?" Even if I die today, I will remove you from this great harm for the common people of the world. ”

"Want to eliminate harm for the common people in the world? You can't protect yourself, how can you eliminate harm for the common people in the world? Unless my head is hot, throw the heavenly punishment away. Or, at this moment, Tianzhu was stolen. First, my head will never get hot. Second, the heavenly punishment is now in my hands, who can snatch food from my hands? The world has never dared to steal anything in front of me! The Evil Emperor smiled triumphantly:

"Unless there is a miracle, or a dead tree in the spring, or a river flowing backwards, these two situations are never possible."

"Of course, if you have the ability to interfere in the past and the future, and erase my heavenly punishment in the past time and space, then I didn't say it!" The Evil Emperor looked at Nandi with a mocking look in his eyes, but when these words fell on Zhang Jian's ears, they were automatically translated, as if they had become a provocation with another flavor:

"You're going to hit me! If you have the ability, you will come to beat me, and you will beat me across the long river of time. ”

Zhang Jian didn't know if he had the ability to fight people across the long river of time, but he stole treasures across the long river of time...... Absorbing the information in his mind, Zhang Jian's eyes began to flicker.

Five hundred years later.

"The Southern Emperor and the Evil Emperor have been fighting for eight years? That's it? ”

Time gradually approached, Zhang Jian looked at the evil emperor with a wild smile on his face, and the outside of the Divine Weapon Pavilion dangling back and forth in his hand was eye-catching, sticking to all his eyes.

The divine weapon seemed to be close at hand, he could see every line on the Heavenly Sword, and he could even feel the cold air between his mouth and nose during his breath.

Looking at the evil emperor who was laughing with his head up and his face full of pride, Zhang Jian couldn't help but quench a mouthful of saliva, 'Arrogant!' ’。

He Zhang Jian can't see such an arrogant person!

At this moment, Zhang Jian seemed to be stunned, driven by an inexplicable force in the dark, trembling and stretching out his dark and thin palm, through the heavy mist, chicken-like palm, and grabbed it on the Heavenly Sword.

"Huh?"

The real touch, Zhang Jian was stunned.

Is that message in your head true?

Not only Zhang Jian was stunned, but the Evil Emperor and the Southern Emperor were also stunned.

The evil emperor's smile froze on his face, looking at the dirty palm in front of him, he suddenly appeared at some point, and quietly held it on the heavenly punishment.

In the cold wind

Those dirty palms were particularly eye-catching, and the Evil Emperor could even smell the sour smell on his palms.

Unspeakable taunts!

The most direct satire on the words just uttered by the Evil Emperor.

"Who is it? Dare to pull teeth from your own mouth? The Evil Emperor looked at the palm that appeared out of thin air, and couldn't help but be stunned: "What kind of means is this?" ”

At this moment, the long river of time in Zhang Jian's mind fluctuated slightly, and then Zhang Jian's palm subconsciously tugged.

"! That thief stole from your grandfather! Seeing his own divine soldiers disappear out of thin air and be stolen under his nose, the evil emperor was furious, and the whole person was furious, forcibly running the qi pulse to break the dantian and scolded.

A mouthful of reverse blood spurted out, the evil emperor's body trembled, and the whole person went directly angry.

Who is he?

The world's first-class demons, all the demon ancestors, and the ninth-rate thieves are not even worthy of lifting shoes for him, but now they have been stolen by the other party by unknown means.

It was his natal divine soldier and means of protecting the way, suppressing the world's dependence, but now he was touched by someone right under his nose.

The air fell into a deathly silence at this time, and the Evil Emperor's eyes scanned both sides of the river, his eyes full of solemnity.

Who is it?

Do you have the ability to snatch your sword in your hand at this time?

And can take advantage of the fact that the two of them are both defeated, and the timing is just right?

And the other party just shot after his own words, which is simply a pounce and a slap in the face! And it's the kind that crackles, and directly tears off his face and throws it on the ground to rub it.

The comer is not good!

By no means his own friend.

When did you provoke such a terrible enemy?

The evil emperor's body was tumbling, his eyes were red like glass, a pair of eyes looked left and right, he looked at the six directions, and his heart was all raised at this time.

Is there such a master in the world?