The hardest time in the world is that the distance between you and what you think is winning is slowly shortening.

Ouyang Yongren's mood can't be said to be very good, after cultivating for thousands of years, he thought that he could stop his heart like water.

But at this moment, he still found that he could not be absolutely calm.

There were still hundreds of zhang away from the gate of heaven, and for the first time, he felt that the passage of time was so slow.

Xu Mochen was still biting himself tightly, not allowing himself to leap into the dragon gate.

He felt ridiculous, the emperor of the human race, why should he care about the affairs of the ten worlds.

If he succeeds today, he will be an extremely rare being who can travel freely between the two realms.

He coped with Xu Mochen's attack, but his heart slowly became agitated.

Although the emperor can't help himself, it is a hidden danger after all.

Thinking about it, he frowned, the book in his left hand flipped quickly, and the clumps of simmering fire condensed into a fire dragon, whistling towards Xu Mochen's plate.

On Xu Mochen's forehead, sweat rarely broke out.

From the beginning of the fight to the present, but the time of a stick of incense, he felt as if a long time had passed.

His divine sense swept away, and he sensed that the three dragon siblings were trying to rush over.

And his right-hand man Tang Derun, in the face of such a situation, has no way to intervene at all.

The culture is like a river, the fish jumps into the dragon gate, Tang Derun can't reach such a height.

Even the dragon brothers and sisters behind him, Xu Mochen could sense that his spiritual power was gradually weakening.

Now, the only way to do it is to give it a go!

He picked his fingers, and the light sword under his feet fell in front of him, and the power of the Dao source was mixed with the three powers of the ten sins, "good and evil", and injected at the same time.

Ahead, the fiery dragon that had been turned into a fire fire opened its mouth.

"Broken!" The sword intent of Biluo Liuyun dispersed, and one cloud after another surged away, colliding with the fire dragon.

"Boom-" like fireworks, the sky above the Seven Songs Treasure Land exploded.

Everywhere there was a wave of shockwaves that swung away, and there were remnants of power.

Fortunately, it is far away from the capital, otherwise this blow just now will definitely destroy half of the city.

The simmer fell on Xu Mochen's body, burning his clothes to pieces, and his soul was shocked.

Baxiang Condensed Soul to protect himself, he bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of essence blood: "Come on!"

I take thousands of miles of rivers and mountains as my sword, the people of the world as my intention, and my soul as my own soul!

When the evil fairy in front of you is killed! ”

There was a chime in the air, with a murmur and a faint aroma.

National Fortune!

Xu Mochen used the national fortune!

The air pressure suddenly changed greatly, and even the dragon brothers and sisters behind him trembled on their skin.

Ouyang Yongren's face was calm, and he waved his long sleeves: "What about the national fortune!"

In the way of a saint, I should break the fortune of your country! ”

His body is also covered with countless golden characters.

Those golden words, swirling and circling around him, forming layers of thick barriers.

Wendao and Guoyun, two forces that could have been said to complement each other, have now become absolute opposites.

On the one hand, it is Xu Mochen who carries the national fortune condensed by all the people, representing the future and prosperity of Daqian.

On the other hand, it is the Wendao created by Ouyang Yongren for thousands of years, highlighting the inheritance and orthodoxy of the ten worlds.

The collision between the two sides was the first time since ancient times.

The three brothers and sisters of the dragon clan also felt that the situation was unusual.

Mi Luo tried to open her eyes, following the flow of Wenqi, she took a breath: "That's Guoyun and Wendao orthodoxy, both of them are crazy. ”

Mi Jin also put away her hippie smile: "Big brother, what should we do?" ”

Although it is definitely Xu Mochen's ally, the current situation is obviously beyond their expectations.

Mi Xuan also clenched his fists: "If the national fortune is defeated, the emperor will fall, and the great cadres will not rise again in troubled times."

If the culture is destroyed, there will be no more culture in the world, and the country will not be a country. ”

No matter which outcome it is, it will ultimately damage Xu Mochen's interests.

Can this battle continue?

Xu Mochen gave a very simple answer.

This immortal will be killed!

He raised his sword, a sword infused with the power of national fortune, which could slash any immortal in the world.

Ouyang Yongren sacrificed the Wendao, bringing together the Wendao of the students of the world, and whether it is orthodox or not depends on the present.

"Slash!" Xu Mochen took the lead in attacking, and the light saber turned into a huge sword curtain, and rushed over with a groundbreaking approach.

"Broken!" Ouyang Yongren followed, and countless golden characters, representing a thousand-year-old inheritance, were also sprinkled overwhelmingly.

Who is the real Orthodoxy?

How long the time of the encounter may not be half a breath.

But everyone at the scene felt that time was infinitely extended.

Finally, the two rays of light collided together.

All the sounds were paused at this moment.

Two huge balls of light quickly shrank and formed a small dot.

Before he could react, the dot suddenly grew in size, turning into an oval-shaped blast wave that rushed in all directions.

I could only hear the sound of a whirring shock wave in my ears, and all the scenes I saw turned into a blank, and my divine sense swept over, but I couldn't perceive anything.

After the huge light exploded, it gradually sank to the Qiqu Treasure Land below, and the Temple of Literature and the thousands of students were all swallowed up in it.

How many people will survive is no longer a matter of concern to them.

The three dragon brothers and sisters gathered the dragon luck qi in their bodies and formed a shield in front.

But this shield, which only lasted less than a breath, immediately disappeared.

Who won?

In the air that gradually flattened, each other's voices and shadows slowly appeared.

Xu Mochen was covered in blood, and he gasped for breath.

To launch the national movement, it is also necessary to consume his own strength, and he goes all out for this blow.

On the other side, Ouyang Yongren's eyebrows cracked straight from top to bottom.

If it weren't for the fact that he had maintained it with thousands of years of practice, he would have fallen by now.

The national sports duel against Wen Dao did not distinguish the winner or loser.

But Xu Mochen tried to win Ouyang Yongren with half a move.

This is due to the three ten-sin powers that he possesses.

Seeing such a result, Mi Luo couldn't help but cheer.

"Won ......"

The cheers were not over yet, and Ouyang Yongren's laughter was heard in the sky.

"Good means! Your Majesty!

This body has never been damaged in the slightest since it was sanctified.

I didn't expect that here in Your Majesty, it would end up like this. ”

He smiled happily: "The fortune of the country is great, but even more powerful is Your Majesty."

However, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and for this blow just now, the deity has to thank Your Majesty. ”

Xu Mochen looked up, and the impact of the National Fortune Wendao also affected Tianmen.

It was originally just a small gap, but now the entire Heavenly Gate is a third of the way open.

This width is enough for Ouyang Yongren to jump over the koi.

"Lord!" Zhou Sheng also expressed his celebration in time, "Congratulations to the Lord for getting what he wants." ”

Ouyang Yongren sighed: "After entering the Heavenly Gate, it is the Cloud Realm, and you and I will no longer be confined to the mortal world."

Although a lot of Wendao has been consumed, as long as you have the heart, you can slowly make up for it. ”

As the two of them spoke, they both looked up to the sky and laughed.

Xu Mochen bit his cheeks, since this is the case......

He was about to make a move, but he felt a gust of wind blow by, and Mi Luo rushed ahead of him.

(End of chapter)