"Please."

One word fell.

Gu Ping'an's sleeve was shattered in an instant, and near his wrist, the bamboo body spirit essence all turned into sword intent.

There is no amazing sword light that shines on the heavens and the earth, and there is no sword qi that penetrates Changhong.

After the magnificent scene of ten thousand swords singing in unison to welcome a sword, when he held the sword mound pearl, it seemed too silent.

It is precisely this silence that everyone can't help but think of the brewing before the storm.

Even if you have the Beihai tender bamboo, you can cultivate to a huge gap, and with one enemy and six, the chance of being alive is very small.

At the last moment of his life, he completely burned himself, and the people of the Zhijiao world could no longer forget the name Gu Ping'an.

"The sword is gaining momentum, the fox is fake and the tiger is mighty!"

A roar tore through the night sky, and Xuanyuan Shitian was worthy of the pride of the world, and quickly regained his composure.

What about Excalibur?

After all, it's just an acquired realm, so why be afraid?

The qi machine climbs step by step, condensing the yin and yang Qiankun gossip diagram from the top of the head, as well as the Buddhist "swastika" character divine palm, and the hundred meridians vaguely emit a strange sound similar to the folk suona.

Familiar with more than twenty kinds of supernatural secret techniques, he almost spared no effort until he drained his true qi.

"Do it."

The five-star alignment seems to have a tacit understanding to drive the secret art at the same time, and various gate valves have emerged, dazzling the world and feeling deeply terrifying at the same time.

However.

Someone is faster.

Gu Ping'an took a step forward.

The purple air flowed all around, and the sword intent was majestic like a flood bursting the embankment.

In the unbelievable gaze of countless people, a sword was gently handed out.

Smooth and clean.

Just hand.

It was as if a dark green firefly flew gently across the sparkling water, and the fallen leaves could still ripple, but it didn't even make a splash.

Empress Huo Ran got up, her phoenix eyes full of horror.

The swordsman on the wasteland had a terrifying face, staring at the tender bamboo of the North Sea.

With a gentle pass, the force is ten points.

The rain is drizzling, and every drop of rain is as heavy as a mountain.

Only a gifted sword cultivator would perceive the horror of this sword.

And the great Confucian, who was full of wealth, including Xuanyuan Wan'er and others, was once again convinced of its sword intent.

The only way to suppress the domineering and miscellaneous royal ways is the survival of the common people, which is the will of tens of millions of ants to shake the dragon, the cry that the poor bottom wants to make, and the small and majestic power.

A sword is within reach.

At first, the giant palm of the "swastika" qi machine was crushed, and the rest of the five-star bodies seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and they could not advance an inch, the sword was closer to a millimeter, and the qi machine slowly condensed.

The purest heaven and earth spirit essence was all turned into sword qi, and this sword was simply terrifying, and it was going to be reduced to a lamb to the slaughter in an instant.

At the last moment, the five stars exchanged glances with each other, and the qi that could still flow in their bodies did not make a defense, but was launched at the same time, pushing Xuanyuan Shitian hard.

Brother Xuanyuan, a necessary sacrifice.

All for the glory of the crown gate valve!

It's just that you are standing in front, and it's strange that the first sword of Beihai Nenzhu is too shocking.

"You dare?!"

Old Lady Xuanyuan roared angrily, accompanied by the black-robed figure staggering forward a few steps, and the sword qi was all submerged into her body.

Xuanyuan Shitian knelt on the ground and looked down at his chest and abdomen, and was cut out of a blood groove that was deep and visible to the bone, he wanted to cover it with his palm, but where could the five fingers be lifted, the entire internal organs were penetrated by the sword qi, and the breath disappeared after a while.

Bang!

The autumn frost shrouded the 1,700-foot upside-down waterfall, lying heavily in a pool of blood.

Just in front of the half-burnt incense, Xuanyuan Shitian was so dazzling, and the family was full of beautiful words.

Just a sword.

Just a sword.

Gu Ping'an's face was expressionless, his palm was slightly raised by three inches, and the brilliant sun was condensed outside his body, and he slapped it heavily at the corpse.

While burning the source of Xuanyuan Shitian's life, it drove the blood to stain the Spring and Autumn Period for thousands of miles, and the essence and blood qi machine cast the foundation of all the things that were refined.

The Wasteland Academy is silent.

The old lady Xuanyuan was furious, including the Queen Mother Xuanyuan Wan'er, the faces of the Xuanyuan clan were gloomy, both sad and resentful.

The forces of Wu Yang were silent, trying their best to curb the gloating.

It's a beast, and it's ugly!

The Dingshi House has always been high-sounding, and the dangerous moment finally exposed the despicable cruelty rooted in the depths of the blood, and it was just enough to fight side by side to bully one, and it was just a matter of letting Xuanyuan Shitian block the fatal blow.

But he had to shock the power of this sword, the sword qi swept, and the six-star bead must have been injured, so he simply suffered it by one person, leaving five intact bodies.

The expressions of the people of the gate valve clan were solemn.

It is useless to blame and abuse, and after killing the common people, he will compensate the Xuanyuan family.

The atmosphere was deadlocked, and Gu Ping'an took two more steps forward.

Facing countless eyes, the bamboo sword in the palm of his hand actually changed, and slowly became the shape of a bamboo pen.

The old monster of the Qin family's sword mound was heartbroken to the point of dripping blood, this is the charm of heaven and earth spiritual objects, and the sword intent fits and changes at will.

At this moment, no matter how stupid a martial artist is, he understands that this is the epiphany that a cultivator dreams of!

When he opened the entrance and flipped through the sword book, he remembered the way he held the pen when he was a child.

It turned out that there was no wasted time on the child's bookcase, fifteen years of sharpening a sword, those seemingly unwavering days after days, like small fish migrating against the wind and waves, finally gave birth to wings and turned into Kunpeng and went straight to 90,000 miles.

Gu Ping'an held the bamboo pen in his hand, and there was no intention of hiding it, and he completely emptied the qi and blood stored in the reverse whirlpool, and there was not a drop left in an instant.

In the last few steps, the air rises and falls, and it is bound to be hearty.

At the osmanthus banquet, his force could not change any situation, but now, he wanted his voice to be deafening!

For the first time in his life, he was so strong that he was arrogant, and he was so arrogant that he couldn't be more arrogant!

In the midst of countless frightened and numb sights, the thin figure showed a strange scene that had never been seen before.

One-man legion!

Alone, but like leading an army.

If such a martial artist were on the battlefield, how terrifying would it be?

Ninety-eight blood mist phoenixes lined up, that's ninety-eight punches and listen to the phoenix groan!

Hundreds of rounds of brilliant suns reflect each other, and countless big palms of qi and blood contain the power to choose people and devour.

Its own shadow reached the end of the five-mile road, and even spread to the wasteland, turning everywhere into blood!

In the blood, Gu Ping'an came slowly with a sword, and drew a sword qi in the air, and handed over one punch after another, and the dense fist shadow smashed into the five-star Lianzhu like a cage.

Yes, one punch can't hurt the Perfect Breakthrough, let alone the Treasure Casting Base.

But two punches?

Twenty punches?

What about two hundred punches?

When there are a certain number of grasshoppers, they can definitely shake the tree!

Besides, his strength is not a mayfly, and the five-star alignment is far from being a big tree.

Wuxingzi is like being struck by lightning, and he can still deal with the wind and rain, but he swings a sword like a stone and is mixed with a stinger, and if he dodges the stone, he will definitely be scratched by the stinger.

Bang!

Sima's Gai Shi Tianjiao could not parry the power of the fists, and he was cut off by a sword after a little breath, rolled a few times in the blood mist, and smashed a crack in the bluestone avenue when he fell.

Another star died.

Blood splattered everywhere, and drops of blood flowed from Gu Ping'an's face.

Countless people watched the four-star Lianzhu frantically use secret techniques to defeat the fist, and they felt desperate for them in their hearts.

What is the saddest part?

Gu Gongzi didn't even know what the name of the owner of this head was.

"Enough!"

There was an angry roar, the flat ground was like thunder, and several powers above the Five Realms appeared on the Bluestone Avenue in a few blinks of an eye.

After all, Tianjiao, who is cultivated in the Holy Land, must not be tortured and killed to death in front of everyone.

"Conscience is the most important, and ghosts and gods are hard to deceive!"

The city lord of Emperor Wu City caught the traces of the qi machine, and the speed of his speech was extremely fast, and the qi machine quickly condensed into a majestic giant city, and smashed towards the bluestone avenue in an instant.

Thundered!

Several old men in shirts shot one after another, all of them were giants on the seventh floor of the library building.

Your Majesty has told you not to get involved in the matter of peace and security.

But the Holy Land Immortal is so despicable, how can they be indifferent.

One blow failed, and the old monster of the Holy Land quickly reined in his qi, as if nothing had happened.

The great power above the five realms easily resolved the attack of fists and swords, and the four stars were covered in blood, dragging their injured bodies and retreating quickly.

The sudden change quickly dissipated into invisibility.

The academy master frowned and said loudly:

"Be forgiving and forgiving, don't let the thousand-year-old lintel be disgraced, don't let the spirits of the ancestors in heaven be spurned by the world, and leave yourself a bit of dignity."

The master, who has always been taciturn, rarely said a lot, his voice was angry, and his words were merciless.

This is the Academy.

No matter how much you do what you want, after all, you can't let the academy be poked in the backbone by the world.

The city lord of Emperor Wu City rolled his two sleeves, and the towering giant city collapsed, staring at a few old things.

He has a conscience, and he can't turn a blind eye to dirty deeds, and besides, if he has a good relationship today, he will have good results in the future.

The older generation brazenly attacked and killed, never expecting that the Holy Land would be shameless to the extreme.

"Guys, can you still fight?"

A clear voice sounded on the Wuli Road, Gu Ping'an walked without hurry, and his eyes began to look at the main entrance of the academy.

The wasteland fell silent.

Countless people realized it later.

The tender bamboo in the North Sea fell across thousands of miles, and the unprecedented grandeur shocked them beyond measure, so that "two stars died tragically, and four stars fled in ashes" seemed so bland.

After a trance, I realized that the light boat had once again waded through Wanzhong Mountain.

At the gate of the Shendu City, no one in the world cared about him, and when he walked on the five-mile road, perhaps no one believed that he could reach the end except for the Xishu Princess's Mansion.

But in the calm, all obstacles were gone, and the only four people who remained were surviving, and they had to live in endless humiliation for the rest of their lives.

But.

If there is one, there must be two.

Maybe tonight, Gu Gongzi was brutally murdered, and unless he was attached to the imperial power of Daqian, it would be impossible to get out of the Shendu City.

The Gate Valve Holy Land would never allow him to live, this terrifying growth rate, as long as it took fifteen years, would definitely be able to subvert the top combat power.

Thinking about it, it is the simplest and most effective means to eradicate and strangle in the face of threats, such as the five-mile road that he thought was fair and just, but it became a ladder for Gu Gongzi to reach the top and shroud the halo.

It seems that in the face of such an amazing martial arts talent, the strategic layout is not worth mentioning.

But only a few people, Jin Kui and Xuanyuan Wan'er, really began to realize that they might have just kicked off by entering the game and singing on stage.

In the long silence.

"Although I am a people of grass mustard, according to the etiquette of the osmanthus banquet, I should also meet Emperor Daqian first."

Gu Ping'an said suddenly.

In an instant, the atmosphere was eerie.

There is no such wonderful and interesting story in the play.

Is this a historic meeting?

(End of chapter)