I woke up after 300 million years

This sword can be called the pinnacle of mortal Taoism.

In the sword light, Kunpeng's previous life flashed by like a revolving lantern.

He saw himself being born in the Age of Ending Dharma, saw himself fighting monsters for survival, saw himself emerging from the wilderness and rising rapidly, rising up with great songs, and finally falling into the Three Thousand Provinces.

"I have had ups and downs in my life, failed and succeeded again and again, and finally got to where I am today. I finally used this body to sneak through and participate in the Supreme War. I have already half-stepped into the gate of the Saint Clan, how can I be here? Fall down!”

The worldly past disappears like smoke, and the sword light is so close that there is no way to avoid it.

However, Kunpeng didn't intend to hide. Peng Shu appeared on his golden wings, and Kun Shu appeared on his feet. He roared up to the sky with a ferocious face, swooped down, and struck Hongchen with a sword.

"I was born in Beiming, rose up step by step, and practiced Taoism for 300,000 years. You, a human who ascended from the lower world, a lowly ant, less than 3,000 years old, how can you fight with me!?"

"This Kunpeng technique contains the essence of my 300,000 years of experience. If you have the guts, block it!" Kunpeng roared loudly, and with a desperate blow, he reached the peak.

Hongchen's sword collided with Kunpeng's fierce technique on the wasteland, and the aftermath spread. Everything in the forest was turned into ashes, and the monks who were watching the battle in secret were sweating.

Yan Fan is dressed in slightly dirty red clothes, with waist-length black hair disheveled, and brown eyes that are deep and mysterious.

He pointed his sword to the sky and said domineeringly:

"Kill you...you have three thousand years of cultivation!"

"If this blow is everything you have for 300,000 years, then I am very disappointed, but I can kill it with one sword!"

"Heaven is strong, and a gentleman can defeat all laws with one sword!"

Yan Fan struck out with another sword, more terrifying than the previous one. The blood-red sword light covered the sword, destroying Kunpeng's evil technique, cutting off the opponent's arms, shattering the beast's body, and leaving a deep mark on Long Aotian's chest. Sword marks on the bones are visible.

This sword stained the sky with blood and scattered the dark clouds!

This sword is so devastating that it is incomparable!

"How! What! Can! Can!" Kunpeng, wearing the skin of Long Aotian, vomited blood and spoke every word.

He smashed it down from a high altitude, causing the earth to crumble and throw up a cloud of dust.

Yan Fan held the Gentleman's Sword and walked steadily closer. Looking down at the dying Kunpeng, he said lightly, "Nothing is impossible. There are thousands of roads, but you have to choose a dead end."

His cultivation level is higher than that of Kunpeng. After being baptized by the True Dragon Ancestor, his flesh and blood strength is no weaker than that of the ancient ferocious beasts. He has a perfect world within his body, and he has perfected the world of swordsmanship.

On the other hand, Kunpeng, after seizing Long Aotian's body, gave up his knowledge of swordsmanship and true dragon magic, and focused on improving his cultivation. In the real battle, Kunpeng, who was not his true form, was unable to exert the power of his evil skills, and his human body was more fragile than he expected.

Arrogant and arrogant, plus taking the wrong path and occupying the magpie's nest, he is destined to fail and is no match for Yan Fan and Yihe!

Kunpeng, who had no skills, fell in a pool of blood, his eyes gloomy, "Looking for a way, looking for a way, searching here and there, but in the end it was all in vain. What's wrong with me? I just want to stand on the top and see the whole picture of Jiutian, so that those who once bullied me can Guys, guys who look down on me are all afraid of me..."

"Ahem!" Kunpeng coughed up blood and was breathless, "You could have killed my soul with one sword just now, so why did you hold back? Are you pitying me? Or do you want to insult me?"

Yan Fan penetrated the opponent's abdomen with his sword and said straight to the point:

"You are staying in the auditorium of the Yuhua Palace. You must have been in the Yuhua Palace since you ascended to the upper world. Tell me about Meng's first love. If you confess, I will give you a ride. If you speak harshly, I will torture you slowly."

"So that's it." Kunpeng suddenly realized and laughed at himself, "The grudge between you and Long Aotian, the illusory cause and effect, are all your lies... You want to rescue Meng Chulian from the Yuhua Palace, But you don’t know where she is specifically, and you don’t know the background of Yuhua Palace. If you arrest an ordinary disciple, you will most likely not be able to find out why. So, you focused on me, thinking that my status in Yuhua Palace is not low. , knows a lot of secrets, right?"

Yan Fan held the hilt of the sword and turned it in a circle, unable to complain.

"You are exactly the same as Jian San. Your brain circuit is too weird. When you are about to die, you still want to show off your high IQ?"

"I have to say, your acting skills are so good... Do you think I don't understand? After taking away the body, you have the memory of Long Aotian. The first time you saw me, it was very heavy, and murderous intent flashed through , and then pretended not to know me. You seemed unsure and deliberately tested. When you learned that I really saw the fact that you took Long Aotian's body, you took action decisively and wanted to kill me with a sword. You thought you had a chance to win, but in fact... I am vulnerable."

After a pause of words, Yan Fan lit up a crimson fire lotus in the palm of his left hand, with a smile on his lips, "I know that for a monk with a firm mind like you, physical pain is useless to you, so I deliberately learned some spiritual skills. means of attack.”

The two looked at each other with murderous intent.

The Junzi Sword immobilized Kunpeng, making him unable to move.

He gritted his teeth and then laughed, "Mu Fan, Mu Fan, you want to save Meng Chulian? With your strength..."

Snap!

Yan Fan slapped the opponent so hard that his face was crooked and three teeth flew out.

"I asked you to tell me about Meng's first love. I didn't ask you to ridicule me. If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you to death!"

"You..." Kunpeng was so angry that his whole body trembled.

When did he, who was once so aloof, suffer such humiliation!

Yan Fan slapped him again, "What are you doing? Are you dissatisfied?"

"I..." Kunpeng became angry from shame, and the golden light of the true dragon's magic shone in a small area.

Yan Fan crushed the golden light with one foot and said with cold brown eyes, "My patience is limited. I don't have to learn about Meng's first love from you. It's your honor to choose you. Thank you!"

Say thank you?

Just three words, not very harmful, but very insulting.

"Thank you! Mom!"

Kunpeng couldn't bear it anymore, and his remaining soul rushed out of Long Aotian's body, preparing for a desperate fight.

The fire lotus in Yan Fan's left hand exploded, turning a kilometer in radius into a sea of ​​fire. Fire lotuses bloomed in the sea of ​​fire, specifically killing the souls of monks.

Kunpeng's remnant soul became weaker and weaker, and was burned by the fire lotus. This torture of the soul was thousands of times crueler than being cut into pieces with a thousand swords.

"Mu Fan!"

"I curse you!"

"Curse you to a bad death!"

On his deathbed, Kunpeng roared heartbreakingly and lay dormant for countless years, but in the end it was all in vain.

Yan Fan tugged at the collar of his red coat, raised the corner of his mouth and said calmly, "Thank you for the curse. I like it very much. Look at me, how polite you are."

"You...you...ah!" The screams became weaker and weaker, and Kunpeng was completely shaken.

"You can get so angry that you yell after just two words. Your mental endurance is really poor." Yan Fan put away the Junzi Sword, waved his hand, and the sea of ​​fire curled up, condensed into a fire lotus in the palm of his hand, and merged into his body.

Yan Fan stared at Long Aotian's body with a myriad of thoughts:

The clues are broken again, so we can only start with the other contestants from Yuhua Shrine.

Although the probability of obtaining information is low, it doesn't hurt to give it a try. Sooner or later, if you kill a few more enemies, you can easily get three points later.

Nine months...enough for me to break through the Nirvana realm of life and death. Then I will have a fight with Su Yao to judge my combat strength.

The first elimination battle is nothing more than an appetizer. The real difficulties are those monks who have received the God-given quota and the Tianxing clan...

In the darkness, two monks observed this scene and communicated in low voices.

"This guy is too outrageous. If he is left alone, he will become the big devil in the elimination battle."

"He just had a battle with Long Aotian. He must be seriously injured and his strength will be reduced to ten percent."

"I think this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If you kill him, there will be no shortage of treasures!"

"Then give it a try. If you succeed, you will turn around in one fell swoop and become famous in history!"

Suddenly, a deep voice sounded behind the two of them.

"What gave you the illusion that I was fighting a battle?"

"To kill a guy whose cultivation level is lower than your own, doesn't it suffice if you have the skills?"

The two of them were startled, turned around suddenly, and met those brown eyes.

Suddenly, there was a sudden spin, and they saw their headless body.

Yan Fan killed two people instantly with one strike. Looking at the dim sky, he saw a translucent crystal hidden in the dark clouds. Even though it had been affected by Kunpeng's vicious technique and Hongchen swordsmanship before, it remained unscathed.

"A magic weapon to monitor the game?"