Dragon Yuan plus system, I, Emperor Shi Tian, ​​sweep across the heavens

now.

Within the secret realm, ten young figures stood proudly. They were the Ten Heroes of Tianmen who had just been elected by everyone.

The leader was Ling Donglai.

He stood there quietly, like an unchanging sculpture.

His eyes were sharp and his wisdom shone in his deep eyes.

Around him, the air seemed to become stagnant, as if time had stopped flowing.

It's not that he is motionless, but his thoughts are running as fast as lightning. He calmly analyzes the various changes in the secret realm and deduces the various possibilities for the future.

Every flow of breath, every change of light, could not escape his keen perception.

He was like an immortal king who was planning and strategizing, silently arranging his troops in his mind and waiting for the decisive battle.

At the same time, a biting cold wind swept in, and snowflakes fell, dancing in graceful arcs in the air.

Xue Wuhen's figure then appeared, he was dressed in white clothes as white as snow, holding a crystal clear sword in his hand.

The sword emitted a cold light, as if it could freeze everything.

His eyes were cold, like ice that had not melted for thousands of years, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

His figure flashed and the sword flashed as fast as lightning, so fast that it could not be captured by the naked eye.

There was a clear sound of sword sound, and a huge rock in front was instantly cut in half. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, without a trace of crack.

This sword was clean and neat, without any delay, showing his unparalleled swordsmanship.

Different from Xue Wuhen's coldness, Wang Xianzhi was full of fighting spirit, like a living martial god.

He clenched his fists, his joints made crackling sounds, and a powerful force surged in his body.

At this moment, he was fighting a strange beast deep in the secret realm with a terrifying momentum.

When the battle was at its most intense, he let out a long roar toward the sky, his voice shaking the entire sky, as if he were a peerless god of war.

He swung his fist violently, the wind from his fist whistled, the air was compressed into ripples visible to the naked eye, and bursts of explosive sounds were emitted.

The earth trembled, rocks collapsed, and a violent force swept out, destroying everything in its path and unstoppable.

On the tenth day after entering the secret realm, Wang Xianzhi finally succeeded in breaking through the mirror and became one of the rare perfect great sages in the world. A breakthrough to the Supreme Being is just around the corner.

"Brother Liu, you..." Wang Xianzhi looked at another figure in the secret realm, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

"No hurry, I need to calm down a little bit..." Liu Bai was dressed in a green shirt, holding a long sword, as gentle as jade.

Unlike Wang Xianzhi's violence, he exudes an elegant aura, like a scholar who is well-read in poetry and books.

But the sword in his hand is not just a decoration.

The sword light flickered, as smooth and natural as flowing clouds and water, yet contained endless sharpness.

He did not simply pursue the ultimate power, but integrated swordsmanship with the great way to resolve crises invisibly.

His figure was erratic and the sword shadows were heavy. Every move was just right, and he neutralized the opponent's attacks one by one. Every move and every style was full of natural Taoist charm.

Opposite the two men, Shi Potian stood in the middle of the valley, his face as calm as water.

He is tall, with a tenacious temperament revealed between his brows, and his eyes are clear and bright, as pure as a mountain spring, revealing a hint of innate wisdom.

His hands are rough and powerful, with distinct knuckles. Although they seem clumsy, he can burst out with amazing power in an instant.

In the lower world, Shi Potian showed extraordinary talent in martial arts, and his progress in martial arts was so fast that many geniuses could not catch up.

Although Shi Potian seems dull and honest, he is not a reckless man. He is just kind-hearted, treats people sincerely, and does not like to play tricks.

His simplicity and honesty are unique, like an uncut jade, natural and exuding unique charm.

Today, Shi Potian began his training in the valley as usual.

He was focused on every punch and every movement, as if he and martial arts were the only thing left in the world.

In another direction, Bai Yu was dressed in white, looking light and graceful, like a white bird spreading its wings and ready to fly.

The long sword in his hand was thin and sharp, and the sword emitted a faint cold light.

Unlike others who are majestic and imposing, he appears to be exceptionally peaceful, as if he does not care about the world and is very low-key.

But beneath this calm and low-key appearance, there lies an elusive edge.

His figure flashed like a white lightning and instantly appeared in front of the enemy.

The sword flashed, as fast as the wind, and silently cut through the enemy's throat.

There was no earth-shaking sound, no violent release of power, only the light and swift sword technique, like a breeze, but enough to be fatal.

"What an unparalleled genius..." Li Xunhuan stood not far away, looking at Bai Yu quietly, as if isolated from the noise around him.

His figure was lonely and desolate, like a sharp blade hidden in its sheath, quietly waiting for the moment to be unsheathed.

The breeze blew by, lifting the hair in front of his forehead, revealing a pair of deep and melancholy eyes.

He slowly raised his right hand, and his slender fingers gently stroked the flying knife at his waist, and a hint of coldness came from his fingertips.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze and everything around became blurry. Only the flying knife, emitting a faint cold light, attracted everyone's attention.

Suddenly, he moved.

There was no sign, no fancy moves, only lightning-fast attacks.

The flying knife flew out of the sheath, cutting through the air, making a sharp whistling sound.

The knife flashed and instantly disappeared from everyone's sight.

The next moment, a muffled groan was heard, and a black figure fell to the ground - it was the most powerful sacred beast in the secret realm, the Shadow Fox.

Seeing the sacred beast Shadow Fox fall to the ground, Li Xunhuan still stood there quietly, as if nothing had happened.

There was no expression on his face, only his deep eyes, which flashed with an elusive light.

The flying knife is his life and also his loneliness. It has long been integrated with him and is indistinguishable from him.

Unlike Li Xunhuan's loneliness, Song Que appears exceptionally calm.

He stood on a high place, holding the hilt of the sword, his eyes sharp as torches, scanning the entire battlefield.

There was no panic on his face, only calm analysis and accurate judgment.

He is like an experienced commander, planning and winning battles thousands of miles away.

His aura is implicit but full of power, giving people an inexplicable sense of security.

His swordsmanship has long reached perfection. If he does not make a move, it's fine. But once he makes a move, it's earth-shattering. One strike of the sword can decide the outcome.

Man Gu, on the other hand, is like a ferocious beast, charging into battle and unstoppable.

He is tall and strong, with muscular body and full of explosive power.

He held a huge mace in his hand and swung it with great force, making a whistling sound.

He roared and roared like a war god from ancient times, sweeping through thousands of troops and no one could stop him.

Every muscle in his body was trembling, every blood vessel was dilating, and he poured all his strength into the mace in his hand and smashed it hard at the enemy.

The earth trembled and the rocks collapsed. His power was enough to destroy everything.