In the face of this shot that represents the fastest in the world,

Song Youqian's expression was still flat.

It was as if everything in the world could no longer shake his sanity.

A hundred years have passed.

The 'Song Youxi' condensed from the Supreme Heavenly Sword has reached the peak of cultivation and completely stands at the pinnacle of the world.

Uninhabited...... Can be surpassed.

The bronze Supreme Heavenly Sword fell.

"Robbery."

The dazzling sword light is like the most condensed knife in the world. It turned into the sharpest knife that the primordial god realm could send out, and turned into the world...... The most dazzling knife!

Buzz –

The fastest shot in the world collided with the most domineering sword light.

The terrifying shock was like a circle of water waves, which instantly spread throughout the city.

Countless giant god clansmen were blown to the ground, and the houses collapsed, shaking this 10,000-year-old city into a mess.

When they finally stabilized their figures.

A calm voice came from Song Youqian's ear, "You are really the same...... True Gang Realm. ”

True Gang Realm?

Everyone was stunned and cast an incredible look at Zhao Ling.

This witch ...... Is it just the real gang realm?

How is this possible?

They...... Absolutely not convinced!

Only a few old people who survived the killings and robberies back then looked at Zhao Ling, who was wearing a black robe, with a wry smile on his face.

Don't believe me?

The peerless sword demon who slashed the Heavenly Sword a hundred years ago is also a true Gang realm!

Song Youque stood in the air, looking at Zhao Ling below, and a strange color finally flashed in his eyes.

Memories of the past seem to be reproduced in front of my eyes.

One hundred and thirty years ago.

A young man with a clear name, walking with a monument, slashed him four times for this woman.

A hundred years ago.

The sword demon returned to the Northland, carrying the Gate of the Nine Shadows on his shoulders, and burned everything in this life, cutting off his missing body.

Now.

And sure enough, she came......

These people are like opponents arranged by God. It seems to be his infinitely flawed life, and the whetstones that are destined to appear.

"If it weren't for you, how lonely Song would have been in his life......" sighed without any emotion.

The voice fell.

His figure suddenly moved.

The momentum skyrocketed, and the tall body suddenly swelled countless times in an instant.

Ten zhang, one hundred zhang, three hundred zhang...... In the blink of an eye, Song Youqian turned into a thousand-foot giant, exuding brilliant brilliance.

A divine power that seemed to come from ancient times was blessed on the body of this Northern Earth Supreme Heavenly Sword. Let his three-hundred-zhang body seem to be covered with a faint layer of golden divine armor.

"Kamui!"

A hundred years have passed, and Song Youjian's cultivation has already gone further, completely fusing the giant god and the divine power with a single sword.

At this moment, he is an ancient giant god living in the world.

"Roar—"

The ancient giant god roared to the sky and raised the peerless sword.

Zhao Ling fell heavily to the ground.

This knife was like an ancient god mountain pressed down.

"This knife was developed by me with him as an enemy a hundred years ago."

Song Youwan's voice of the ancient giant god sounded like a bell, resounding through the heavens and the earth, "But you...... Is there such a golden body as unparalleled in the world and the power of the Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants that can shake the sky? ”

The Hundred Zhangs Divine Sword fell with a bang.

"I ...... No. ”

Zhao Ling held a spear and stood on the ground.

Looking up at the three-hundred-zhang giant above his head.

Like an ant, facing an ancient god.

Small, powerless.

"I compare with him, like a firefly competing with the bright moon, like a small fish facing the vast sea. But ......" Zhao Ling held the spear in his hand, as if he held the firmest power in the world, and resolutely struck out at the sword that covered the sky and the sun.

“…… Mortals can also slaughter gods! ”

A shot was shot.

The void seemed to shatter inch by inch.

Zhao Ling's eyelids closed and opened, his eyes were cold, and the reddish-brown slashing in his body seemed to be sublimated at this moment, and there was a hint of gray color.

The next moment.

In front of the red tassels, a trace of red dust suddenly appeared.

At a glance, people can't help but have the idea of forgetting Hongchen in their hearts.

"Sit and forget."

Zhao Ling flew out, and the grasshopper shook the tree to meet the Baizhang Divine Knife, with a resolute and calm expression.

This shot is as high as a mountain and as far as the sea...... It's like going to the end of your life, sitting and forgetting everything, before you can rest in peace.

It's a real forget-it-all shot.

Brought by Zhao Ling, it has surpassed Yang Gang's sitting and forgetting a knife back then.

Only with such a shot beyond the limit, who practices the trick of slashing love, can she compete with Song Youqi, who has been invincible in the world for 300 years at her peak.

Bite~~

Knives and guns collided.

Zhao Ling and the spear in his hand turned into one, with the spear as the head, like an indestructible iron needle, fiercely drilling into the light of the hundred zhang sword.

Ding Ding Ding ~~~

There was a dense crash, firelight splashed, and the strong edge pierced everyone's eyes like needles.

But he was reluctant to look away, lest he miss a rare battle in this world.

A doubt could not help but rise in their hearts.

'Why...... How could this woman, who had never been seen in the Northlands, be so powerful? ’

This woman's strength is incredible!

But it's time for it to end, right?

I saw that ordinary spear, moving forward inch by inch in the light of a hundred zhang swords.

Finally.

With a 'bang', a terrifying sword light burst down, drowning Zhao Ling's figure and the street buildings hundreds of meters around her.

Thundered~~

The sky was full of smoke and dust, enveloping the entire area.

"It's finally over!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and smiles appeared on their faces.

"Extreme."

The next moment.

A shocking edge broke through the air.

Zhao Ling was covered in blood, holding the ordinary spear tightly in his hand, and with the blessing of True Gang, with a single gun, he attacked the heavenly sword of the giant god clan that was three hundred zhang tall in the sky and could shake the heavens and the earth-Song Youqiao.

How could the tenacity honed over decades in the demon caves under the Great Snow Mountain admit defeat so easily?

Shot after shot, from weak to strong. It gives a peculiar feeling, she seems to be ...... is imitating the person back then, and re-walking the road he has walked!

With Zhengang, cut the sky.

Accomplished this feat that shook the world.

"That's enough."

With a heavy shout, it was as if the majesty of the gods was sprinkled on the giant god city.

Song Youqian faced Zhao Ling's seemingly tireless onslaught, and finally showed a trace of impatience on his face.

It's just that a pair of eyes are still as indifferent and ruthless as heaven and man.

His figure shrank suddenly, and he faced Zhao Ling with the Heavenly Sword in his hand, condensing his momentum to the extreme.

Then.

Suddenly slashed out.

"Perfect!"

With a swing of the sword, the void shattered.

A knife is missing!

A hundred years later, the Heavenly Sword Song lacks a knife that has truly reached the pinnacle.

The knife slashed out.

He seemed to be in a strange state.

The long knife in his hand slashed through a flawless amplitude, and in an instant, it had already slashed at Zhao Ling's body. But it didn't cause any wounds, and it didn't seem to be her flesh.

But...... Soul.

This knife is flawless in heaven and earth. As long as you belong to the world...... No one will be able to avoid it.

Song Youqian sighed.

Looking at Zhao Ling, he shook his head and chuckled: "I have truly completed the sword path and entered the realm of flawlessness. Even if it was his resurrection...... It is impossible to beat me again. In this world, I have no hope in my heart......"

"No more flaws......"

"Really?"

Zhao Ling's calm voice sounded.

The ordinary spear in his hand crossed an ordinary trajectory. It was as if the most ordinary shot in the world appeared in Song Youqing's chest.

This shot is full of red dust attachment and full of the seven emotions and six desires of the world.

Only by experiencing it can we know how to forget......

Forget the dust of the immortal monarch III accumulation, sit and forget, into the red dust.

This shot.

It's called 'Red Dust Spear'.

This shot was extremely accurate and fell on the heart of Heavenly Sword Song Youqi.