Chapter 8 The River of Time, the Peerless Style

The holy light was surging, brilliant and brilliant, and Han Xuming stood in the void, and what he saw in front of him was the golden river.

There is no end, there is no end, I don't know why it flows, but it is constantly flowing, as if it runs through the past and the present, and spreads along the long river of time.

Han Xuanming looked around, and as far as he could see, there was only endless darkness except for the river.

Han Xuanming knew where this was, but he didn't know how to get out of here, so he could only walk aimlessly along this river.

I don't know how long I walked, and suddenly, the whole world, without warning, shook wildly.

"Boom!"

It seemed that at the end of time, there was a loud bang, and from the golden river, a majestic figure appeared, covered with light and rain, and its appearance could not be seen.

Even if you don't see its true face, it can be concluded that it must be an invincible person, with a tall posture, shocking the ancient and modern.

That kind of momentum is even more terrifying, as if it can make the heavens and all the ways tremble.

Han Xuanming was extremely surprised, looked there, and said to himself: "Looking at his figure, it seems to be a man, but I don't know who this person is? ”

Suddenly, just opposite the man, another figure appeared, the same invincible spirit, the demeanor of the Emperor of Heaven, shattering the eons and crushing the river of time.

It was just two phantoms, which made Han Xuanming tremble for a while and gasp.

"It seems that these two people seem to be hostile. Han Xuanming looked at the two invincible figures and made such an inference.

Sure enough, as Han Xuanming expected, the two were hostile, and soon a shocking battle broke out.

Opposite the man, the man just raised his palm, and the entire universe and sea of stars seemed to be rumbling, and in a single thought, countless stars fell, all of which shrouded him.

Between the shots, the person on the other side spoke: "After countless eras, how many living beings have been buried, people like you, people who are more powerful than you, what happened in the end, but they all became a handful of dust in that time." ”

The man looked at the world proudly and responded lightly: "There will be a day when the curse of reincarnation will be broken!"

As soon as he said that, a monstrous momentum shook out, and the man's eyes shot out two dazzling beams of light, piercing through the void of the universe and turning all the stars that had been pressed down into powder.

Such a scene is so dazzling, like a myth.

The battle between two people, when they raise their hands and open their eyes, will make the heavens and the earth change, and the universe will tremble.

That man is too majestic and proud of the heroes of the world. Although I don't know his face, that peerless demeanor, as long as I see it, it is doomed, and it will never be forgotten in this life.

Han Xuanming looked a little stunned, and said with a surprised face: "Who is it, and what kind of means are needed to cause such a scene? One day, can I be like him?"

There, opposite the man, the man seemed to begin to look at his opponent, sighed faintly, and said: "I don't know how many years have passed before I can see a creature like you, but unfortunately, in front of me, they are all like ants." ”

"The more powerful a creature is, the more it is worth destroying. ”

The man's voice fell, and a terrifying aura rushed around him, setting off a monstrous wave, rolling down the stars in all directions, one after another, and enveloping the man again.

The man no longer kept his hand, but in the blink of an eye, he didn't know how many means he used.

For a moment, his body, like the condensation of the sun and stars, burst out with the most brilliant and blazing light, and thousands of rainbows pierced out, along the long river of time, destroying the stars and covering the enemy.

In an instant, time and space seemed to freeze, bursting into a firework-like brilliance, fleeting.

Such a scene simply made Han Xuanming's heart turbulent and his soul uneasy.

"When will it be possible for me to reach such a realm?" Han Xuanming muttered to himself, shaking his head constantly.

In front of these two people, he is like an ant looking up at the Emperor of Heaven, it is difficult to look at him, he only worships and looks up, and he can never stand side by side with him.

The two finally began to really get started, flying up and exchanging blows in one place.

The man's posture, mighty and tall, with invincible divine might, just slapped a palm, and the universe shattered, turning into immeasurably beautiful and terrifying brilliance, and rushed towards the opposite side.

The person on the opposite side also shook out a palm and turned into the light of destruction, boundless. Rivers of golden stars appeared beside the man, and with his wave of palms, they all rolled upside down to the sky.

"Boom!"

The two palms collided in one place, evolving into an unparalleled power, annihilating everything in the world, and nothing could exist, and under that terrible power, it came to naught.

The rumbling continued, and in an instant, the two didn't know how many rounds they had collided with, and the sky was dark.

With a "buzz", the man's whole body glowed, and an immeasurable breath was raised, crushing the entire battlefield into fragments, turning into the most fierce attack, completely submerging the place.

Traces of violent aura covered this place, and the space became fragmented, like a broken porcelain vase, showing thousands of cracks, thousands of lines, and endless winds.

In a short time, the war was already at a fever pitch, and the space was torn apart. Cracks in the darkness emerged, spreading, and the stars of the universe were extinguished, shattered by the terrible demonic power, and fell in a slump.

At the moment of life and death, behind the two of them, several figures appeared, swallowing mountains and rivers, invincible.

Han Xuanming saw the situation there, and also saw the people who appeared behind them, he fell into shock and contemplation again, and said to himself: "Are there so many strong people? Who are they?"

"So many terrifying creatures really come from the Nine Heavens Continent, if they are really from this continent, their names will surely resound through the ages, but why, I have never heard of them?"

"Why hasn't such a strong man left a little ripple in the traces of history? Not known to the world, not remembered by time?"

No one could answer Han Xuanming's questions, and there, the battle continued, far from stopping.

The side where the man was was suppressed by the opposite side, it was obvious that the number of people on the other side was several times that of them, and it was difficult for two fists to defeat four hands, and they finally lost the upper hand.

In times of crisis, the man did his best, desperately, and he seemed to burn up, like a round of sun, and its brilliance was so brilliant that the oceans of the world dried up and the mountains collapsed.

"Roar!"

A loud roar was earth-shattering, deafening, like a desperate beast, howling and roaring.

The man seems to be standing in the center of the universe, which is simply unparalleled. Around it, the golden star river flowed, and because of that roar, it became a broken stream, and the fluctuation of time seemed to be cut off.

Like a hundred thousand volcanoes erupting, the man carried infinite energy, shook out his palm, sacrificed all his strength, and hit the opposite side.

Behind the man, his comrades-in-arms were also in action, not to be outdone.

It was as if countless Heavenly Emperors were traveling, and every ray of light represented a peerless master, and all of them resorted to the last resort, as if they were going to die, rushing to the opposite side.

In such a scene, what else can Han Xuanming say, he can only hide the shock in his heart and face the tragedy.

Han Xuanming muttered: "What a heroic scene, what enemy did they encounter?" The identity of the man is unknown, and the identity of the enemy is also unknown, and they are all shrouded in fog. ”

Above that river of time, the tragic war is not over.

Although the side represented by the man resisted desperately, the number of the other party was several times that of theirs, and they wanted to be killed by the number of people.

A battle buried too many people, and one after another heroic lives disappeared, lost in time, and was not known.

The person on the other side laughed wildly: "Even if you have invincible strength, you can't stop the long river of history, rolling and flowing." ”

"Your comrades-in-arms, your colleagues, your partners, everything you have, will be buried, turned into dust in the wind, and forever forgotten by history. The man laughed wildly, and his voice was terrible, causing the stars to fall.

"My heart is immortal! I read eternity!" the man responded.

The heavens were torn apart, the stars were blown to ashes, the sky was vast, and the end came. The comrades-in-arms around him fell one by one, and the fierce battle lasted until the end, and only the man was left, still struggling to support.

Finally, the heavens and the earth collapsed, the universe collapsed, and the man was alone and left.

An era seems to have come to an end, everything no longer exists, and all that remains is silence and nothingness, and the figure of the man has finally disappeared, not knowing whether he is alive or dead.

Such a scene made Han Xuanming's heart sad and full of sadness.

He didn't know what he saw today, whether it was a corner of history, or a prophecy of the future? Who was that man?

At least, under the power of Sanshenghua, Han Xuanming has gone through two lifetimes, but he has never heard of such a number one person.

"Although I am reincarnated for thousands of lifetimes, my heart will not die! I will miss eternity! Eternal reincarnation will not bury me after all, and one day, I will come back." ”

At the last moment, Han Xuanming only heard such a sentence, and nothing else.

Han Xuanming unconsciously speculated to himself: "It should be what the man said, but I don't know, what does it mean? Is he trying to tell others that one day, he will come back?"

"If so, then when will he return, and what will he bring?"

In front of me, a long river of time, golden and glittering, still flowing, as if buried all, there is no end, no end.

Han Xuanming muttered: "Who is that peerless man? What does what I see today mean? What does this big river want to reveal to me through these images?"

Such a magnificent war, such a magnificent group of characters, ended like this, and failed to leave a single word on the river of history, or even a small wave.

It's just pathetic, it's just sad!

Looking into the distance, Han Xuanming's heart was uncertain, and he couldn't find an exit, so he could only get on the road again and continue to explore along the river.

What I saw this time was just an inconspicuous corner of the river. The golden river, no one knows why it exists, no one knows where it ends.

Han Xuanming looked at the river and sighed: "This river, really, is just what the senior brothers and sisters said, simple, just the veins of the earth, the river of life?"