Of course Gu Chuanxia understands. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I just want to make fun of Qinglian Immortal Monarch.

His relationship with Fairy Chang'e has always been close and distant, as if it was very close, but also as if it was far away. Since the last time Fairy Chang'e promised that if she really couldn't hold on, she would take refuge in Yingzhou, the relationship between the two has made some substantial breakthroughs, but because they have been friends for too long, the relationship can't be changed all of a sudden.

Qinglian Xianjun's meaning is to make the relationship between Gu Chuanxia's role in the book and Fairy Chang'e's role in the book more ambiguous when he is making a character, so that he may be able to take this opportunity to pierce this layer of window paper.

Of course, this additional condition is a trivial matter.

Gu Chuanxia also noticed that the world of Martial Ancestors was expanding rapidly.

Ever since he wrote about the Red Emperor Fanwai, it seems that a certain door has been opened, and many fandoms derived from the world of martial ancestors have begun to appear.

Most of them are just random additions that don't make much sense. And there are very few fine products, which are not only substantial, but also contain some profound or novel martial arts principles.

Gu Chuanxia unceremoniously absorbed it and filled it into the world of Martial Ancestors at the same time.

Make the original false world more abundant and real.

But what is fake is fake, and no matter how much it is disguised, it will not change this fact.

The tribulation of the Martial Ancestor World has reached the limit of what it can bear.

And so it began to detonate.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters are emerging at the same time.

The whole world is in shambles.

High in the sky, Gu Chuanxia watched the rolling down, turning into the catastrophe of heaven and earth on the ground and the catastrophe of some fierce calamities, and he had a slight understanding in his heart.

Among them, a large part of the calamity was divided into three, which fell on Gu Gu, Jiang Huanyu and Yang Xiu respectively.

This also means that they are all deserving of the disaster.

In reality, in January, nine years in the book, above the fertile field, Jiang Huanyu had millions of soldiers, and he came with a surging trend.

A lonely city, with one man and one sword, was blocked at the gate of the city, and millions of heroes did not dare to step forward.

On the other side, at the top of the hill, a team of elite light cavalry lurked, waiting for the opportunity.

Jiang Huanyu stepped forward and shouted in the air.

"Yang Xiu! You just want to stop my million-strong master? Do you really think that your sword won't break? Get out of the way quickly! I respect you for all my heart and gall, and I won't embarrass you. ”

Yang Xiu stood outside the lonely city, his voice was cold, and his originally delicate face was a little more vicissitudes.

"Entrusted by men, loyal to people. Since I have promised to hold you back for three days, I will not break my word. If you really give me face, why don't you quit the eight hundred miles and wait for three days?"

"Hahaha!" Jiang Huanyu raised his head and smiled, his face changed suddenly, and he waved his hand.

"Kill me!"

The army rushed like a tide, and the lonely city was washed by this tide of people, but I was afraid that it would soon be wiped off the horizon.

On the hill, beside Gu Gu, many knights looked at Gu Gu with unbearable expressions, but they never got the order to charge, so they could only endure it.

Scold!

Heaven and earth roared, and the long sword suddenly came out of its sheath.

A sword light suddenly rose, and a peak of ten thousand zhang was erected on the ground.

The brilliance of this sword has made countless people frightened.

A sword has said that it is the remains of severed limbs all over the ground.

The beautiful sword light left behind a river of blood and a mountain of corpses.

The sword light was so real and brilliant that no one seemed to be able to resist it.

"What a sword god Yang Xiu, let me meet you in Lulu!" A fierce general wearing heavy armor and riding a Mochizuki rhinoceros pounced on him with two sledgehammers.

The man and the Mochizuki rhinoceros are one, and with the help of the brute force of the Mochizuki rhinoceros, this person's strength has reached an unbelievable situation.

If you hit it with a hammer, even if it is a big mountain, it will be directly blasted away.

Behind the hill, a knight whispered: "The brute force king Lu Lu is said to have cultivated all the twelve barbarian forces of the Heavenly Barbarian Gate. A huge force, extremely terrifying, with the moon rhinoceros he sat down, the sword god is only afraid this time... ”

Before the words fell, the real but vast sword light surged towards the road like a surging river bursting its embankment.

Around the body of Lu Lian, dragon elephants, violent apes, dinosaurs, giant lions, black tigers, and wild birds appeared... and so on twelve beast shadows symbolized by brute force, these beast shadows were grouped into his body and turned into incomparable power.

Stronger than steel, the muscles bulging high almost shattered the armor on Lu Lu's body.

Ding Ding Ding!

The sword light struck Lu Lu's body, and at first there was only an extremely dense sound of gold and iron.

Immediately after that, the sword light rubbed on his body, colliding with layers of sparks.

Eventually, the sparks became denser and denser, as if they were on fire.

Under the rush of sword qi, Lu Lu's whole person was like a big torch that had been lit.

As the flames burned, Lu Ling let out a terrible scream.

The twelve barbarian statues were shattered one after another, and the divine skills were broken, and they were not far from death.

The young man with a spear flew out, stabbed straight with a shot, and turned into a rainstorm pear blossom.

A little bit of cold, facing the immeasurable sword qi, the next moment, the gun was broken, and the person died.

With a sword, he slashed the two fierce generals under Jiang Huanyu's command, Jiang Huanyu finally stood up by himself, holding the war knife at his waist, and looked at Yang Xiu, who had already withdrawn the long sword.

"What a sword god Yang Xiu, you really can't be underestimated! Since you are obsessed and want to be my enemy, then I have no choice but to give you death. Jiang Huanyu was at his feet, and the whole person had already flown out of the army camp and stood opposite Yang Xiu.

Smack!

The sky thundered and flickered, as if it was about to be torn out of a gap.

This is the external celestial effect caused by the collision of calamity.

The two huge forces converged, and the world was almost crushed to pieces.

The ancient legend stands high in the sky, trying his best to repair this world that has become full of holes.

The final collision between the illusory and the real, whether it can be turned into a mixed element, he really wants to take a closer look, at this time, he does not allow any disturbance.

"Red Emperor Jiang Huanyu, I have long wanted to fight with you, I don't want to be able to get what I want today!" Jiang Huanyu is respected as the Red Emperor by the world's martial artists, not only because he is the queen of the Red Emperor, but also because he is good at illusion, the Red Emperor, the Red Illusion, take its homonym.

"I think you'll regret it. ”

After that, everything in front of Yang Xiu's eyes changed.

The lonely city, the fertile field, and the army are gone.

All that remains is the endless yellow sand, the desolation of the sky, and the vastness and vastness of heaven and earth.

And just above this vast sky, someone bloomed like the scorching sun with an infinite halo of light, and then slashed down like a scorching sun explosion.

This knife is extremely illusory, but when the unreal reaches its limit, how can it not be real?

In the eyes of outsiders, Jiang Huanyu just made a domineering knife.

But in Yang Xiu's eyes, this knife collapsed like the scorching sun, and the heavens and the earth were all dim.

The yellow sand, the wind, and the desert are all in this knife and become one.

A sense of majesty, domineering, but loneliness and indifference surged up, and people couldn't help but want to be silent and die in it, and no longer struggle.

Yang Xiu faced such a sword, and pulled out his sword without hurrying.

"Broken!"

A sword is pointed.

The desert is lonely, and the sun sets on the long river!

The desert and the lonely smoke are fake, as are the long river and the sunset.

This sword, with only two colors, straight and round, makes up all of it and is the simplest of everything.