Titan City.

Since the destruction of the Sifang City a hundred years ago in the great war known as the 'Quartet Demon Tribulation', this 10,000-year-old ancient city built on the mountain has once again become the core ruling place of the Northland.

On this day, the wind and the sun are beautiful.

The giant god city built on the mountainside is lit up everywhere and is festive.

The ninth princess of the Giant God Clan's generation, the great-granddaughter of Heavenly Sword Song Youqi, is getting married today.

She is over forty years old, she is still charming, her bumpy figure is wrapped in a wedding dress, and her fiery red hijab covers her hair and pretty face, like a shy little daughter-in-law.

No one could have imagined that this was actually her third marriage.

The groom was a white little scholar, following the beautiful Song Mingyue, and was pushed forward by two maids, like a frightened little quail.

While~~~

The melodious bell rang, echoing in the giant god city halfway up the mountainside.

Announcing the beginning of a wedding feast, it is like a death knell for today's Giant God City.

"Worship Heaven and Earth......

A festive shout just rang out.

Before the smiles on everyone's faces were revealed, an indescribable sadness suddenly rose in their hearts for no reason, and tears almost fell.

"This ...... What's going on? ”

"Who's doing it again?"

"Who is the master, dare to spoil the good deeds of my Giant God City!"

A shout of rage resounded throughout the Giant God City.

Immediately afterwards, there was a powerful momentum.

A hundred years have passed, and the Giant God Clan has scavenged the resources of all parties in the Northland and cultivated a Yuan God Grandmaster, whose strength has long surpassed that of the beginning.

It has become more and more unstoppable.

Now...... Someone dared to disturb the wedding of the Ninth Princess?

The primordial gods of the giant god clan were furious.

Rumble!

Before they could react, the towering gate slammed and shattered.

Zhao Ling was dressed in a black robe, with a black hood covering his head, and walked slowly into the Giant God City alone.

The lonely and indifferent figure is like a peerless and independent immortal who walks in the long red dust.

It was like a cold and ruthless peerless demon, and Senran's murderous aura instantly filled the city.

She held an ordinary spear in her hand.

Behind him floated a blood-colored long knife.

"Bold!"

The loud noise of the city gate alarmed the entire Giant God City.

A fierce sword light suddenly fell from the sky.

It was a three-meter-tall Giant God Clan Yuan God Grandmaster, looking at Zhao Ling's murderous gaze.

The Blood Drinking Demon Knife behind him hummed and trembled, just about to act.

Zhao Ling suddenly raised his head.

A shot into the sky, piercing through the void.

'Puff~~'

The Giant God Clan Yuan Shen was stunned and stared wide in mid-air.

This shot, as if surpassing the extreme speed of the world, instantly pierced his chest and pierced out from his back.

With a bang, the three-meter-tall corpse fell to the ground.

The splatters of blood stunned everyone who came after.

Da, da, da~~

In front of the quiet city gates, steady footsteps sounded.

Zhao Ling walked forward step by step, as if he didn't see the strong enemies around him.

"Who are you?"

"What is the purpose of killing people as soon as they come?"

"Stop!"

More than a dozen newly promoted Yuan Shen Grandmasters rushed over and roared in unison. The violent momentum was intertwined, and sure enough, Zhao Ling stopped.

She looked around slowly.

The spear in his hand was raised flat, and he struck out again.

Suddenly.

The shadows of guns are endless, like a raging storm and a thousand waves.

Puff puff~~~

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing through flesh.

One by one, the Yuanshen Grandmaster and the Zhengang strongman fell down like a high mountain.

Liaoyuan Hundred Strikes - Zhao Ling's group attack method honed by endless killing under the Demon Cave of the Great Snow Mountain.

Surpass the extreme speed of the world, and instantly kill everyone besieging in seconds.

The process is smooth, smooth, and exhilarating.

The entire Giant God City suddenly became very quiet.

Only Zhao Ling's footsteps remained, and he walked towards the ancestral hall of the giant god clan in the center of the city.

The heart of the Dao is like a mirror, reflecting all things in the world. She clearly felt that there was a peerless aura, fierce and domineering, as if the might of heaven and man...... It rises from the center of the city.

She ...... Who the hell is it? ”

The ninth princess, Song Mingyue, was almost paralyzed to the ground, stupidly looking at the corpses of more than ten Giant God Clan Yuan Gods. Among these people are her brother, uncle, and even ...... Father!

"Dad~~~"

With a sad cry, Song Mingyue held her new husband's hand, her eyes were black for a while, and she was almost about to faint.

She never thought that one day, Giant God City would be knocked on the door, and she would ...... There is little to no backhand.

Who is this peerless female demon? What enmity do you have against them......

She ...... It's her ......."

An old man who was old and senile, and his breath was almost about to fall into the realm of the primordial gods, walked slowly on crutches.

Looking at Zhao Ling's back, he suddenly took a long breath.

A look of disbelief.

"Grandpa...... Who is she? A teenager asked curiously, holding the old man.

"A hundred years ago...... Widow of the Sword Demon ......"

"Unexpected...... It's unexpected...... A hundred years later, she ...... Sure enough, I came to seek revenge...... Ahem"

"Who is the Sword Demon?" The boy looked dazed.

The old man coughed violently against his chest, and the excitement welled up in his heart, but he could no longer speak.

Kill more than a dozen primordial gods with one shot.

Let everyone in the Giant God Clan can't help but cast a mouse bogey, and no one dares to stop Zhao Ling's pace anymore.

Suddenly.

The sky above the Giant God City was surging.

A flash of light appeared in the sky, as if a peerless sword light broke through the void.

Immediately after, a figure stepped out of the void, as if a celestial had descended into the world.

"Ancestor...... It's the ancestor who is out of the customs! ”

"Great! The ancestor crisscrossed the northern land, peerless, and he would be able to kill this crazy woman with one sword! ”

"Kill her, kill her!"

"Ancestor, unparalleled in the world!"

A shout spread throughout the giant city that surrounded the entire high mountain.

The people of the Giant God Clan, who were still languishing just now, suddenly seemed to see the backbone of the main heart, and they were all excited.

The calm voice of the "Heavenly Sword ......" did not contain any trace of emotion.

Zhao Ling raised his head, revealing a scarred face.

Quietly watched the sky striding in the void, and walked towards her step by step, the Supreme Heavenly Sword of the Giant God Clan-Song Youqi.

A bronze sword light fell from the sky and fell into Song Youqian's hands.

He looked at Zhao Ling indifferently and said calmly, "You come for revenge?" ”

"I'll kill you."

Zhao Ling did not refute or agree.

The two statements have completely different meanings.

Suddenly.

Without any warning, the two peerless masters, who seemed to have lost the emotion of a living person, unleashed a shocking blow in unison.

The shadows of guns in the sky are endless, like a violent storm, and the waves are stacked. Suddenly turned into a bunch, surpassing the speed visible to the naked eye, and appeared in front of Song Youqian. And what greeted the shot was a domineering and fierce bronze sword light.

This knife, unlike a hundred years ago, seems to be able to cut through all the defects of time.

Crashing.

The dazzling light obscured the vision of countless people in the Giant God City.

Liaoyuan 100 blows VS has a missing knife.

Who wins? Who loses?

Soon, the light faded.

Song Youqian still stood quietly in the sky, with no wind or clouds around.

Zhao Ling stood on the ground, his spear in the air, pointing directly at the Supreme Heavenly Sword of the Northern Land, and his black robe flew in the wind.

Heavenly Sword Song Youqian fought with someone for the first time in a hundred years - equally.

"How is that possible?"

She ...... Who is she? ”

"Can you ...... was able to take the knife of the old ancestor and was unscathed! ”

However.

The two men who fought were still flat, and they didn't seem to be fluctuating about this result.

I saw Zhao Ling raise his spear again and strike at the sky from afar.

This shot simplifies the complex.

It was she who realized it after she almost died several times and killed a thousand-year-old demon under the Demon Cave of the Great Snow Mountain.

If under the control of Mingjing's slashing Dao heart, the speed of this shot seemed to exceed the limit of the world, penetrating the void in an instant.

Behind the gun, Zhao Lingren turned into a peerless edge with the spear in his hand.

This shot.

She seemed to have done her best, vowing to pierce Song Youqiao's chest with a shot.

This shot was called: "Pole." ”