I Confessed My Love At The Age Of Nine And Invited Yue Lianxing To Inherit The Ten Thousand Swords A

far away.

The top of a boulder.

A light yellow robe danced in the wind, and her silver hair was messed up by the wind.

Emperor Shitian stood with his hands behind his hands, looking indifferently at all the masters on the bank of Luoshui.

To him, these people are just like ants.

There is no one who really deserves his attention.

At least for now, he couldn't see it.

His only opponent is the dragon,

As long as he gets the Dragon Yuan, he can become immortal.

From now on, become a true god!

When he thought of this, Emperor Shitian couldn't help but feel excited.

"A group of ants, trying to reach the sky in one step, will only turn into dust in the end."

Emperor Shitian sneered arrogantly.

Suddenly, his eyes noticed Chu Yun on the wooden platform.

"Oh?" Emperor Shitian couldn't help but smile: "Is it that child? Is he really here?"

For some reason, an ominous premonition suddenly arose in Emperor Shitian's heart at this time.

But soon, he sneered and shook his head to dispel this ridiculous idea.

"It's just a child."

A strong gust of wind blew.

Emperor Shitian opened his arms, closed his eyes, and slowly raised his head.

The silver hair waved wildly.

The corners of Emperor Shitian's mouth raised slightly.

"Today, let me completely rewrite the history of Kyushu!"

…

The wind became stronger and stronger, and the smell became more and more terrifying.

The ominous red light reflected the faces of everyone present.

There are hundreds of miles of flowers and plants all clinging to the ground.

The little animals in the mountains also buried their heads deeply in the soil, too scared to move.

Chu Yun took Lian Xing by the hand and began to look at the many people in the world on the banks of Luoshui.

A man with blond hair was sitting on a big rock by the water, holding a big knife.

Black waves kept hitting the rocks, and the man sat there, motionless.

His eyes showed a gloomy look.

This is a blind man.

"It seems that it is the legendary Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun."

Chu Yun shook his head sadly.

Xie Xun's cultivation level is nothing more than that of a grandmaster.

Could it be that he really thought that his dragon-slaying knife could really slay a dragon?

No longer looking at Xie Xun, Chu Yun continued to look at the various sects.

The leaders of the Huashan Sect, Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze, stood at the front surrounded by a group of disciples.

Yue Buqun, who had already practiced the Sunflower Manual, tried his best to maintain his masculine demeanor, but he would always subconsciously tap his orchid fingers.

On the other side, Zuo Lengchan, who was standing in front of many Songshan disciples, had an expressionless face and looked around with his cold eyes.

"The enemies are here too."

Chu Yun continued to look around.

Another high platform not far away.

A half-male, half-female guy, wearing half-male and half-female clothes, was sitting there lazily.

The attendants behind him held scimitars.

At this tense moment, he was holding an embroidery needle and embroidering with a charming look.

"I think it's Blackwood Cliff's Dongfang Invincible."

In addition, underneath the Ming Dynasty's banner was an army of nearly a thousand people.

The leader was handsome and tall, with an upright look on his face.

At this moment, he was saying something loudly.

"Soldiers, the evil dragon is about to appear and bring disaster to the people!"

"Since we are teachers of justice, we should think of the world and kill the evil dragon."

"Even if you die in battle! You can still leave your name in history!"

"Roar!" Hundreds of people raised their weapons high at the same time, with their eyes as if they were ready to die.

But he didn't notice the greed in the man's eyes.

"Iron God Hou Zhu ignored...what a hypocrite." Chu Yun sneered disdainfully.

"Huh? This person..."

Among the crowd, a handsome young man caught Chu Yun's attention.

The man had long hair as elegant as clouds, and was handsome and elegant. He carried a broadsword exuding cold air on his back.

But the most eye-catching thing is the young man's eyes.

So handsome, he has one eye and a black eyepatch.

Various labels made Chu Yun quickly think of one person.

"Is this man Nie Feng?" Chu Yun's heart moved and he immediately started patrolling.

Now that Nie Feng is here, where is Bu Jingyun?

But after looking around for several times, I didn't see anyone holding a peerless sword.

"It seems that Bu Jingyun is no longer by the Luoshui River."

Chu Yun analyzed secretly: "But Fengyun and I are inseparable, and Bu Jingyun must be in the dark. Maybe... he is with Emperor Shitian."

After all, in the original world, Bu Jingyun was the dragon slayer summoned by Emperor Shitian.

In addition, the world's number one sect, Shaolin, also sent dozens of monks with very high levels of cultivation.

However, they were almost all dressed the same. Chu Yun didn't recognize them and it was difficult to guess the identity of each person.

Even the lowest among these people is at the level of a master.

But surprisingly, their ancestor Bodhidharma did not come.

In addition, Wudang, Kongtong, Emei, Beggar Clan, Tangmen... almost everyone who can be named in the world is here.

A dense crowd, nearly tens of thousands of people, were guarding the banks of Luoshui.

…

boom! boom! boom!

Suddenly, deafening footsteps came from the city of God.

It was as if the earth was faintly shaking.

This sound caused many people to look back.

Someone exclaimed: "Who is it! Is it a dragon?"

"No! It's not! It's a human!"

"people?"

"Ah! Yes! It's the army from Shendu City! It must be!"

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