The sky was full of twilight clouds, and purple thunder and lightning were rolling in the clouds, like a dragon hidden in it, watching the world.

There was a piece of cold snow, fluttering down from the twilight clouds, falling on the tip of An Le's nose, and soon melted away, An Le raised his head and saw that the sky was sprinkled with heavy snow.

In the south, snow is rare, and it is only in the depths of winter that snow falls.

In the Northland, the scene of heavy snow is very common and common, and the snow scene is very beautiful, but for many people, heavy snow means life and death.

Wan Jieliu stood quietly by An Le's side, and the Nine Realms Qi Machine wrapped An Le and maintained his safety.

In fact, Wan Jieliu's gaze was also complicated, looking at Zhao Huangting, who turned into a horizontal thunder between heaven and earth, fearlessly rushing towards the magnificent Xiongcheng that lay across the land of Middle-earth and absorbed the dragon veins.

There was finally a touch of admiration in my heart.

As a child who has been following Su Musha's ass since he was a child, his love for his senior sister Su Musha is a lifetime, but one day, his senior sister, whom he loves and wants to spend his whole life to accompany him, returns with a young man who is angry after traveling through the rivers and lakes.

Wan Juliu's young heart suffered an unprecedented impact, as if a sword had pierced his heart.

Since that day, Wan Jieliu has never had a good face towards Zhao Huangting.

When he knew that Zhao Huangting was still unclear with the holy daughter of the demon clan, he couldn't wait to draw his sword and stab Zhao Huangting with a thousand swords.

Wan Jieliu has always looked down on Zhao Huangting, but today, his thoughts have changed slightly, and he can let his senior sister devote her life, this Zhao Huangting still has some skills and commendability.

At least, at the last moment of his life, he was able to ignite the fire of Nirvana, set foot in the north happily, rushed to the heroic city, and fought to the death with Emperor Yuanmeng.

He didn't have the courage.

Because there is none, so admire.

An Le and Wan Juliu are both watching quietly.

And not just them.

The incarnation of a horizontal thunder in heaven and earth, with a thunderbolt slammed into Xiongcheng, arrogant words, "Emperor Yuan, do you dare to fight?!" ”

This scene was naturally spied on by many supreme cultivators on the earthly earth.

Perhaps, too many people knew that this battle was going on, so they were waiting for it.

Lin'an Mansion, in the middle of the imperial city.

The emperor of the Zhao family, who changed into a golden dragon robe, stepped on the highest place of Tianxuan Palace, and sat on the throne that symbolized the gathering of power of Great Zhao, his eyes were deep, as if he was looking through the void, only peeking into the north.

The Academy of Literature covers the stele of the Wenqu stele.

The second master, Pang Ji, stood with his hands in his hands, and the Asking Heart Forest behind him was slowly in the breeze, setting off the sound of the waves of the Hanhai Sea.

The sixth mountain of the holy mountain, the clouds and rain are disillusioned and splashed.

There is a red dust swordsman carrying the red dust sword box, holding his chest with both hands, his face is cold and stunned, and there are three thousand red dust swords hidden in the box, and the sword is screaming.

In the ancient temple in the deep mountains, time rises and falls.

One of the three temples of Buddhism, the Langke Temple, in the Xuanhuang wall, there are horses neighing.

A seat of Mai, Lin Siye, who was feeding the black horse hay, had a firewood knife pinned to his waist, leaned against the stable, looked at the sky with clouds and rain, and sighed softly.

Inside the Ganye Temple.

Master Su Zhu sensed that the heart sword he had differentiated had collapsed into countless sword qi, and there was a sigh on his beautiful face.

The primordial god jumped, one after another of the powerhouses at the pinnacle of the world, the primordial god rose to a height of ten thousand feet, sensing the imminent outbreak of ...... in the majestic city in the northland

The strongest battle in the world.

It can indeed be called the strongest battle in the world, even if it is just as brilliant as fireworks, but it is also gorgeous.

Zhao Huangting pulled out the heart sword, and the fire of Nirvana burned, returning his state to its heyday, and even because of his understanding, Zhao Huangting took half a step and stepped into the Nirvana realm of the Ten Realms.

This can be called a rare battle of the ten realms in the world.

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The capital of Yuanmeng, as the capital of Yuanmeng after occupying the land of Middle Earth, was the capital of Xiongcheng.

The city wall is as high as hundreds of zhang, towering like a mountain, and just looking at it gives people a huge sense of oppression.

Even if it is a great cultivator who has passed the Six Realms, in the face of this majestic city, he will involuntarily feel oppression, and it will be difficult for him to exert his cultivation to the fullest.

Of course, the purpose of building such a majestic city was naturally not only to form oppression on cultivators, but also because the towering walls of this city were engraved with formation patterns.

This formation is the Yuanmeng Emperor after going to the Lianhua Temple, the formation retrieved from the Lianhua Temple, engraved on the wall of the entire city, once urged, like a giant Buddha in the dust, the oppression is even worse.

When Zhao Huangting ignited the fire of nirvana and rushed towards the capital of Yuanmeng.

On the city wall, there were three burly figures staring at each other.

"Ignite the fire of nirvana and realize the splendor of the last moments of life."

"The fire of Nirvana of ordinary people will only restore cultivation to its peak, but this person's state at the moment seems to have allowed him to break the shackles of the extreme and set foot in the rare Double Ten Realm in the world."

"Even if it's just for a moment, it's enough to shine the world."

As the royal family of the Yuanmeng Empire, the three of them glanced at each other, stepped out one after another, and their qi and blood suddenly smashed like moving mountains and seas, and suddenly turned into three terrifying fierce blood beasts, colliding with Zhao Huangting's sword qi thunder sea!

The fire of Nirvana swept like a roaring dragon.

On the city wall, the Yuan Shen Great Array was stimulated by three powerful beings, and a big Buddha appeared, wrapped in blood mist, colliding with the sea of sword qi.

However, the majestic Buddha was cut open before the sword qi that took the lead was thundering.

The figure that was burning with flames jumped up the city wall, and a silver brilliant sword weapon vented out a sword aura like a silver dragon, which was a first-class sword weapon shooting bull fight.

There is a difference between the first-grade sword weapon in the hands of the Ten Realms and the first-grade sword weapon in the hands of the Six Realms.

Zhao Huangting cut off the Big Buddha like this, forced back the three Yuanmeng royal families, and stood on the tower of the capital.

In the middle of the city.

The spirit and blood were intertwined, and many strong people stared at this great merry sword immortal who had ascended the city in shock and anger.

The city tower of the capital of the Yuanmeng Empire, how could it have been trampled on like this!

However, in the face of Zhao Huangting at this moment, many strong people in Yuanmeng could only be furious.

Even the three powerful royal clans were defeated, and they could only watch Zhao Huangting ascend the tower and step on the proudest tower of the Yuanmeng Empire, what could these ordinary cultivators do?

The fire of Nirvana was wrapped in sword qi like a river and sea, covering the sky above half of the city, and gradually even covering the entire city.

Zhao Huangting jumped into it, holding the bull fighting obliquely, and the sword qi rushed into the sky.

He waited for this battle, for five hundred years.

Today, he can finally have no regrets.

The only drawback is that the sword he holds is not Qingshan, not that he is unwilling to hold Qingshan, but that Zhao Huangting feels that Qingshan's sword weapon is the sword he is now and is not qualified to hold.

I don't know if it's okay, but when I know the truth, as Zhao Huangting, who has the blood of the Great Zhao Imperial Family flowing in his body and surrendering Middle Earth to the alien race, he holds the sword facelessly.

Zhao Huangting hunted in plain clothes, his frosty hair gradually turned black, and his long eyebrows also turned into black eyebrows, surging in the fire of Nirvana!

He gently raised a sword, and a sword was handed out, and countless sword qi gathered in front of him, turning into a huge sword, hanging above the capital.

Gently.

The giant sword slashed towards the capital.

However, the giant sword fell a few feet away and was blocked by a burly figure, and the burly figure gently raised his hand and pinched the giant sword.

As soon as the figure appeared, it seemed to be just a moment, and it became the focus of the whole world.

Emperor Yuanmeng!

In most of the capital, the cultivators of the Yuanmeng Empire all showed excitement, as if they were in a carnival, and the cheers were as noisy as mountains and seas overturning.

The figure grabbed the giant sword with one hand, slowly ascended, and gradually rose through the air, overlooking Zhao Huangting standing on the city tower, lingering in the fire of Nirvana.

"You know alone, five hundred years ago, you swung your sword at Lone."

"Your sword, Lone remembers."

Emperor Yuanmeng looked at Zhao Huangting and said, his voice was like a bell, exploding inside and outside the city.

The snow in the sky seemed to be shattered in words.

Heaven and earth fell silent for a moment.

In the capital of Yuanmeng, the fanatical Yuanmeng people stared at the emperor who seemed to be as bright as the sun on the sky.

A Venerable Yuan Meng powerhouse has no intention of continuing to interfere, since His Majesty has come out, it means that this battle is about to have a result.

"Your sword today is not that sword."

"No sword, no fun."

Emperor Yuanmeng looked at Zhao Huangting and said.

Zhao Huangting smiled, and the tip of the bull shooting sword in his hand was pressed down again, as if it was about to explode the void, and the giant sword burst out with power and pressed down again.

The contest between the two has begun.

However, Emperor Yuanmeng's palm holding the giant sword was forced, and the giant sword was instantly pinched and exploded, exploded, and was torn apart, and the intertwined sword qi was misty over the city.

And Emperor Yuanmeng just opened his mouth and exhaled.

In an instant, the sword qi in the sky was blown away.

"It's boring."

Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes were blazing, like two rounds of scorching sun, so bright that it was difficult for people to look directly, but his gaze was extremely terrifying.

The city wall around Zhao Huangting collapsed in an instant, as if gravity had increased a thousand times in an instant, and the intertwined cracks spread on the magnificent city wall like a spider web.

Zhao Huangting held his sword, the fire of Nirvana seemed to be compressed back into his body, his face was calm, and a smile hung on the corner of his lips.

Emperor Yuanmeng is the real number one in the world, and the terrifying existence of refining gods and forging bodies has set foot in the ten realms.

Even if it is an old sword saint at the bottom of the Sword Pond Lake, it is just a forging body stepping into the land immortal, but the refining god is still a little behind.

It's not just the old sword saint at the bottom of the Jianchi Lake, the old master of the True Martial Arts Temple, the old Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master's Mansion, the Time Buddha of the Rotten Ke Temple, and the angry eyes of the Lianhua Temple...... These are all the ten realms of the single.

And most of the ten realms in the world are single ten realms.

Except for Emperor Yuanmeng.

"You should focus on people, not swords."

Zhao Huangting said seriously.

"Today, I will let you remember that I am Zhao Huangting!"

The words fell.

Zhao Huangting held his sword and turned his face slightly, as if he was looking at An Le, who was standing and watching the battle in the distance in Dadu.

The corners of his lips were raised, and there seemed to be a murmuring sound, swinging with the wind.

"Boy, take a good look, what is the word card three swords."

"My Zhao Huangting's swordsmanship is definitely not weak!"

Airplanes......

Between heaven and earth, there is a sword groaning.

In an instant, he held the bull shooting bucket and slammed it forward, and the coercion of Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes was instantly cracked.

It's like a sword fairy flying out of the sky.

Zhao Huangting stepped in the air and gently raised his sword.

"Today, go back to the north and return to the green Luo!"

"Bamboo branches!"

The sword rose, the sword light was born and fell, and a sword qi bamboo forest seemed to be born in the sky above most of the capital, enveloping Emperor Yuanmeng in an instant.

The sword light is entangled, and between the waves of the bamboo sea, the visible space seems to be cut apart!

A sword swung up, Emperor Yuanmeng's blood seemed to have turned into a condensation of the law, and he picked up his fist and smashed it, wanting to smash the bamboo sea in front of him, but with a punch, every sword qi and green bamboo was very arrogant, even if he suffered the fist of Emperor Yuanmeng, it still did not collapse.

Instead, Emperor Yuanmeng was knocked into the air and lifted into the air!

Zhao Huangting laughed loudly, the fire of nirvana on his body became more and more brilliant, his black hair was flying, and his eyes were as bright as iron.

Between heaven and earth, sing again!

"The sky is far away, to the two mountains, wake up the clouds."

"I still have my own, I don't believe in the twilight!"

"Yerba Grass!"

Zhao Huangting danced the sword, like a light song and dance in the bamboo sea.

The sword qi rippled.

This sword seems to contain unique emotions, and the sword qi stirred up is silent, and it is not the flesh that hurts, but the primordial spirit!

A sword of herbs, slash the original god!

Emperor Yuanmeng frowned, his muscles bulged, his eyebrows cracked, and there was a terrifying stirring and interweaving of his mind in an instant, causing the world to be dark.

But the sword of the grass is like a miracle of strong growth in the endless gloom and darkness.

Rumble!

The sword qi once again crashed into the body of Emperor Yuanmeng, and Emperor Yuanmeng was once again knocked into the air, rising thousands of feet, surrounded by clouds, and shattered and eliminated by the qi machine.

"Not bad."

Emperor Yuanmeng said.

Zhao Huangting's momentum did not fall, but became higher and higher, and the fire of Nirvana burned the sky to form a sunset wonder.

'Cool!'

Zhao Huangting laughed.

The sword retracted, crossed in front of him, and the air waves under his feet were discharged, and he stepped down heavily.

"Let's look at the third sword."

"Juvenile Tour!"

When the words fell, Zhao Huangting's whole person seemed to be fused with the sword, turning into a sword light and pouring it towards Emperor Yuanmeng.

Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes froze, and there seemed to be a red thunderbolt intertwined under his eyes, and he stretched out a palm and grabbed the blow of Zhao Huangting's sword.

When the sword and palm intersected, the terrifying waves of qi swept out from above Yun Qiong, circle after circle, as if turning into a grand mushroom cloud.

And Emperor Yuanmeng's body was knocked up again, this time, it rose again, straight into the sea of clouds!

After entering the sea of clouds.

Then a real battle broke out in it.

Sword light, sword qi, and sword technique seem to form a heaven and earth.

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Outside the capital of Yuanmeng.

The bright world suddenly fell silent, and it seemed that there was no longer any brilliance.

An Le took a breath, and after Emperor Yuanmeng and Zhao Huangting crashed into the sea of clouds together, Fang exhaled a long breath.

"Color!"

After a long time, he muttered.

The snowflakes that originally fell from the twilight clouds disappeared completely, as if the brewing snow was all cut off under Zhao Huangting's three swords.

The peerless three swords change the heavens, this is also a great romance in the world!

An Le closed his eyes, and kept recalling the three swords of the word card cast by Zhao Huangting in his mind, this sword move An Le had also mastered, but he never thought that it could burst out with such power.

The comprehension of the [Ancient Genius] who obtained the [Emperor] Dao Fruit and increased it showed a brilliant demeanor at this moment.

An Le picked up the bamboo sword at his waist and Qingshan.

There is a wind on the flat ground, and the three swords of elegance and elegance seem to be reproduced by him at this moment.

Although the power is far less than Zhao Huangting, he has mastered the essence of every word card sword move!

Wait for the last sword boy tour to end.

The ground around An Le was already crisscrossed by the ravines that had been torn apart by the sword light.

By An Le's side, Wan Jieliu's body trembled slightly, and there was a faint sword aura on his body, spitting like a snake.

How can any sword cultivator not be thrilled when he looks at this battle?

"Senior, after the fire of Nirvana is burned, will you definitely die?"

An Le put away the sword, exhaled a breath, suddenly thought of it, and couldn't help but open his eyes and ask.

Wan Jieliu retracted his gaze and no longer paid attention to the sea of clouds, he could only feel its heroism, but he could not watch the grand battle.

"The fire of Nirvana is fueled by lifelong cultivation, and when the fuel is exhausted, naturally only a decaying and ordinary body with a life exhausted is left."

"Death will come as promised."

Wan Jieliu said softly.

His words also seem to be telling Zhao Huangting's fate.

An Le fell silent.

"Do you think that Zhao Huangting, who only has a mortal body left, has the ability to leave this Yuanmeng Dadu, which is difficult to get out of even if he enters the Nine Realms?"

Wan Jieliu shook his head and said.

Therefore, Zhao Huangting went north this time, he was holding the will to die, and he didn't plan to say that he could leave, he just wanted to make a cool profit and ask for a thought to be clear.

A war that was not fought 500 years ago can be won today.

Zhao Huangting was already content.

An Le was carrying the bamboo sword and Qingshan, but he didn't know what to say.

Wan Jieliu suddenly landed on An Le's shoulder, and vaguely, in the direction of Yuanmeng Dadu, there was a strong Yuan Shen who glanced at it, and paid attention to Wan Jieliu and An Le.

"It's time for us to go."

"It's easy to get out of it while it's not noticed right now."

Wan Juliu said.

The land of Middle-earth is not without wandering cultivators, as long as they are far away from the capital, it is naturally easy to get out, and the only difficulty is the problem of crossing the river when they reach the Canglang River.

However, with Zhao Huangting's face, many great Zhao generals on the Canglang River battlefield will make a move, so crossing the river is actually nothing.

Wan Jieliu wanted to take An Le away.

However, soon he froze.

Because of some tugging, he found that An Le was staring at Yuanmeng Dadu, motionless.

"Just leave Senior Zhao here?"

An Le muttered.

When Wan Jieliu heard this, his eyes couldn't help shrinking.

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Above the sea of clouds.

Suddenly, a sword light tore through the clouds, and after the fire of Nirvana burned to the extreme, it gradually began to disappear.

The last bit of fire disappeared from the world.

The disappearing snow, as if it had re-condensed the cold, began to fall flutteringly, falling into the world little by little.

A patch of snow, dyed red.

A sonorous thud.

The brilliant silver sword shot out from the sea of clouds and crashed through the city wall.

It was a first-class sword weapon cast by Master Wang Yansheng, shooting bulls.

Today's bull shooting fight is rooted in the tower of the capital of Yuanmeng, and the silver sword body is full of cracks.

And on the side of the sword.

It was Zhao Huangting, whose clothes were dyed bloody, and Zhao Huangting was sitting cross-legged on the city tower, and there was no longer the slightest breath of qi and blood and mental breath on his body.

He squeezed all his strength out of it for a hearty and unashamed battle.

The sea of clouds was torn apart.

Emperor Yuanmeng walked out of it, hunting in his clothes, and his breath was still like a brilliant sun, hanging high, burning everything.

However, what shocked the whole world was......

On the chest of Emperor Yuanmeng, there was an extremely bright sword mark, starting from the shoulder and cutting to the waist and abdomen.

At the end of the wound, a drop of blood seemed to be enough to crush the city, condensing.

Burned out Nirvana, Emperor Yuan bleeds!

It turns out that the Yuanmeng Emperor, who is the first in the world, will also bleed!

Zhao Huangting, who was sitting on the city wall, tilted his head and grinned, he smashed his mouth while laughing, but unfortunately there was no wine at the moment.

Emperor Yuanmeng calmly looked at the old man who had run out of oil and dried up, and there was a hint of appreciation in his eyes, as for the injury, he didn't care.

Even if the whole world knew he was going to get hurt, so what?

How many people really dare to burn Nirvana desperately like Zhao Huangting to leave him with a wound?

"It doesn't matter if you're cool or not, the old man is cool anyway."

Zhao Huangting looked at Emperor Yuanmeng and laughed lowly.

Struggling and staggering to his feet.

Zhao Huangting stood on the city wall of the Yuanmeng land, looking at the northern land, and the blood falling from the sky made him feel a little cold.

Among the capitals of Yuan and Mongolia.

There are strong people who step forward and want to get close to Zhao Huangting.

However, he was stopped by Emperor Yuanmeng waving his hand in the sky.

"If he can hurt Lonely, he is qualified to die a dignified death."

Emperor Yuanmeng said.

The strong men of Yuanmeng clenched their fists one after another and retreated.

On the city wall, the thin old man looked at the northern land under the heavy snow, and sighed.

"It's a pity that we can't see the day when the Northland homeland is recovered."

On the city wall, the bull shooting fight trembled and screamed.

Zhao Huangting's old body opened his arms, closed his eyes, and jumped down.

Meanwhile.

Above the plains beyond the capital.

An Le threw out the tattered bamboo sword that hung around his waist.

With a sword groan, the tattered bamboo sword galloped towards the towering city tower of the Yuanmeng capital.

Aoyama is still there.

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