Museum of Demons

Vishnu, who almost unified all the divinity in India by himself, froze in his movements.

He had originally planned to take advantage of the good situation that broke the opponent's mood, take advantage of the situation, and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, but the instinct of being a god in this land for a moment made him stop subconsciously, because of an indescribable aura circulated.

It seems as if the wind is blowing from eight thousand miles, and every inch is like a cut.

Vishnu looked at the swordsman who narrowed his eyes.

This is... sword energy?!

‘Why is a stable state of mind not the strongest? ’ Kuafu once asked.

‘Stability represents reason, and reason represents restraint. A rational person can avoid the bottom, but also lose the highest mountain. '

'The highest mountain top? '

Yes, Guan Yunchang who returned Cao Ying to Liu, the overlord of Chu who fought his last battle, Xiaoyaojin who jumped 800 horses and broke 100,000, Zhao Zilong who entered seven times and exited seven times, Zhang Yide who stopped drinking in Dangyang, do you think they were really normal at that moment? Is the state of your own strength the same? '

There was another word that was left unsaid.

‘It’s easier to know than to do. '

That's why Baize is just Baize.

Just like countless people in modern times, everyone knows that the simplest exercise is good for the body, but few people can do it. They clearly know the road ahead, but after all, it is just a dream in the mirror. The peak state is already lonely. Go up, but there is no guarantee that you will always stand on it.

Knowing and doing are two completely different realms.

At this moment, it was obvious that there was no sword in both hands, but Vishnu felt the tingling between his brows getting stronger and stronger, and the sharpness forced him to draw the sword, because the energy was almost moving at a terrifying speed. Climbing up is like billowing thunder.

If there is no sword, after a while, I am afraid that even the weapon will not be handed out.

The indestructible blade that had been set up to kill the ten-headed Rakshasa slashed out domineeringly.

Datang's ranger lowered his eyes, and swiped with his left hand together.

Clank and roar.

The mythical weapon can no longer break through the mere invisible sword energy.

The divine sword that had killed Luo Sha was lifted up by the sword energy.

Wei Yuan took a step forward, slightly spread his five fingers, and accompanied by Qingyue's unspeakable whistling sound, in an underground palace that had long been buried in history, in the presence of the Sun God of Precepts who was trapped by the Devas Heavenly Clan In the ruins, Qingyue's whistling sound became more and more magnificent, as if Hong Zhong Da Lu.

There were eleven beeps in a row.

The seal is broken.

A quaint Tang sword exploded.

As the only cherished weapon when King Jieri was buried, this sword rose sharply.

There are thirty-three oil lamps around, and the lights are like candles, representing the thirty-three heavens.

It was trembling slightly with breathing movements, but now it suddenly froze.

Every ray of candlelight rises like a sword.

Then it gathered into the sword light like a rainbow, drew an arc in the sky, directly broke through the heavy blockades and formations, pierced the air, left a brilliant streamer in the sky, and fell straight into the sky. In the palm of the ranger.

Keeping the precept day and changing back to this Chang'an is the beginning and the end.

Taking advantage of the trend, the first sword stabbed out.

Tianzhu.

Just like a child practicing swords, crooked, Vishnu raised his hand and slashed out with a magic weapon. The two swords clashed at the same time. step.

Just half a step.

Then, he was about to adjust his posture, but he noticed that his eyes were sharp and angry.

Actually invaded again.

Vishnu's face was slightly condensed, and he had to back away again, hoping to let go of this spirit.

According to common sense, a person's qi flow, exert force, and movements must be integrated with the qi movement. The simplest thing is to exhale and open the sound in various martial arts.

Just like the two sounds of humming and haha ​​in Bajiquan, it is to adjust the Qi mechanism to burst into force.

Ordinary people have to regain their energy after making a move to adjust their physical strength, but after this ranger stabbed with a sword, his energy was not coordinated at all, but he stepped forward in an instant, and thrust out the second sword in exactly the same way. It was like fighting in a battle formation, tragic and magnificent, directly surpassing the momentum of the first sword.

The ranger whispered in his heart.

Chang'an.

The second sword was blocked.

Vishnu held the conch with both arms, and he held the sword alive.

Press your right foot firmly on the ground.

Once again intending to stop the retreat.

But the ranger's energy in front skyrocketed again, and he took the third step abruptly.

The sleeve robe vibrated in the air, almost like wind and thunder.

The first sword is ordinary, the second sword is domineering and cutting, but the third sword is already full of sword energy and sword intent, like the Yangtze River rushing to the vast sea, pulling out a long river of sword energy that is extremely bright and extremely cold, Vishi The slave gritted his teeth and had no choice but to retreat again and again.

Just this retreat, the momentum itself is like a river flowing straight down, unstoppable.

Cracks appeared in the sleeve robe made of magic soldiers.

Wei Yuan stepped forward with his right foot, ignoring the oppression of the sword. This time, his speed increased again, sweeping forward like thunder, pulling out a large cloud of sonic boom in the air. It is as straight as the bamboo of Nanshan.

The sleeve robe billowed up, sticking to the white condensed cloud, and the long sword pierced out flatly, with wind and thunder already bred on the blade.

When the sword was drawn, the energy in the whole body exploded.

The fourth sword.

The world is already full of sword energy like frost.

When fighting, turning back the energy will inevitably lead to a decrease in his own momentum, and Wei Yuan seems to have simply forgotten that he needs to regain his energy at this moment. Every time he forces his sword, the momentum is accumulated, and the oppression on himself is also constantly increasing. But at the moment it is completely ignored.

With such a rapid sword strike and violent momentum, Vishnu has retreated an extremely long distance unknowingly. There is a vast silver sword light in front of him. With the fifth sword, Wei Yuan still steps forward, and the speed rises again, which cannot be caught by the naked eye. It's just that the sword energy is sharp, surging like the moonlight

At the same time cut out the fifth sword.

Ignore your own injuries.

Ignore oppression against yourself.

Ignore the threat of an opponent's attack.

If he came to kill, he would kill against each other and exchange wounds for wounds. This is the most overbearing and brutal way of killing. Vishnu knew that this would not work any longer. The divine wheel in his palm spun out, like a wind and thunder, and directly slashed at the ranger's neck. , if it is beheaded, it will inevitably be decapitated.

The sword in Wei Yuan's palm did not retreat or evade, and directly stabbed Vishnu's eyebrows and soul.

The momentum suddenly became fierce.

As if he wanted to trade death for death, even though he was wearing the immortal golden armor, the fear in Vishnu's heart became more and more intense. He had no choice but to summon back the divine wheel and stand in front of him. The sword in his palm chopped down, as if the wheel of heaven was naturally standing in front of him.

Cracks appeared on the divine weapon.

The counter-shock was strong, and there was a crackling sound on the so-called three thousand layers of gold armor.

A trace of blood appeared at the corner of Wei Yuan's mouth.

He raised his right foot and paused.

Then he stepped down abruptly.

No refund!

Not one step back!

Layers of ripples appeared in the sky, and the clouds suddenly sank.

Like the bamboo of Nanshan that pierces straight out.

Eleven bowls of wine are rising like a raging flame in Datang Youxia's chest at this moment. Every time the shock and energy of the sword are pressed, the internal organs are oppressed, which makes the fire more violent. At the seventh sword, It is for Qianqiu.

The Dharma Protector Golden Hammer in Vishnu's hand was directly smashed.

For the first time, the seemingly unremarkable Tang sword Chang'an changed. It swept violently, and its two arms were directly swept away. As the armor of an ancient hero, its original owner did not have the appearance of eight arms. The golden blood rose violently, and a tragic atmosphere filled the air.

Wei Yuan kept walking, and stabbed out the eighth sword.

The golden blood froze in the air, and then Qi Qi was engulfed by the sword force and turned into sword energy.

Like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

The eighth sword is called Fighting Sword.

Break another arm!

The ninth sword, come and go!

Before the mythical bow owned by Shiva had time to shoot out the legendary golden arrow again, it was shattered by the force of the sword. Vishnu intercepted it with both hands, and the sword directly cut down. Deep into the bones of the hand.

And Wei Yuan himself was dripping with blood.

A violent sword.

Split the arms directly along the hand bones.

At the tenth sword, Wei Yuan cut through the sword in Vishnu's hand again.

The roaring sound and the sound of the sword's sound were like thunder, and Wei Yuan raised it to his chest in one breath, not letting go. He made ten swords in a row, and the ten swords did not stop, and each sword was far superior to the sword of the previous sword. On top of that, he pushed his swordsmanship to a stronger state than before, almost like stepping on a ladder at the same time. Every sword he made today was a swan song.

Not before today.

After today, Wei Yuan can no longer be used.

Because each of these swords is an unrepeatable peak.

Those ten swords in a row were violent and unparalleled, as if the sword was in hand, and there was no retreat. Wei Yuan swallowed the breath and blood together, and the last sword still stabbed forward. There was a golden streamer shining, and the golden light seemed to flow faintly above Kunlun Mountain in Shenzhou, but it disappeared immediately.

The characteristics of Kunlun Mountains: Coexistence of all realms.

But this is not what the Kunlun Mountain in the world can achieve, but the height that only the real master of Kunlun is qualified to reach. At this moment, the sword in the palm of You Xiaer is relying on the peak of human swordsmanship, and it has climbed to the right from swordsmanship. Evolved into Tao, following that ray of Kunlun characteristics that is almost so weak that it can be ignored.

Cut out with a sword.

My sword, Kunlun, exists in different spaces at the same time.

Locking the sky and the earth in front, every ray of space seems to be folded and turned into the size of a sword mark.

This sword cut through every part of the space 'simultaneously'.

It was as if the space in front of him was folded into a sword mark, and then cut straight through.

This sword must hit.

This sword is not the pinnacle, nor is it a legend.

This sword is a myth.

Unprecedented sword cries erupted. The sword light, which could not be caught by the naked eye, seemed to have been cut out in an instant, and the golden armor known as immortality had been shattered in an instant, and a sword pierced straight into it. Throat of Vishnu.

Tianzhu Chang'an, return to hometown.

One Hundred Thousand Miles Sword.

Dharma Jialan, fighting swords for thousands of years.

Back and forth vertically and horizontally, holding a sword from north to south and east to west.

Ask the hero,

Ask the hero enemy!

Vishnu held the sword tightly with both hands, and the ranger of the Tang Dynasty rushed forward directly against the god, dragged on the ground for dozens of miles, and stuck it heavily on a mountain, panting like a cow, then grinning, holding the sword in his right hand, standing upright The pierced sword turned, the blade was parallel to the ground, and then violently exerted force, the blade swept across like a long river, tearing out a large cloud of blood mist.

Vishnu was directly decapitated.

He pressed the god's head with his left hand and pressed it back firmly.

Look at the fear in those eyes.

Can't you still live?

The ranger, who was exhausted, panted, and said ferociously, I'll see if you come back to life again?

……………………

Under the eleven swords, the strongest swordsmanship in the world, and the theory of Kunlun explained by swordsmanship.

Vishnu's dead end, when he took half a step back, he had already lost.

Wu Zhiqi's heart was surging, and immediately he felt a little more instinctive emotion.

When facing that sword, he could only fight recklessly.

As long as you take half a step back, you will only continue to die.

And after Wei Yuan's breath dissipated, his whole body was exhausted, he only felt tingling pain, his clothes were instantly wet with cold sweat, he kicked Vishnu over, and gritted his teeth: Stand up!

Isn't there a legend of immortality?!

Since it's the divinity of the earth here, if it's just like this, you won't be able to die, right?

I just killed 'Vishnu', there is something deeper, right?

you……!

Seeing the collapse of the body of the three-phase god, Vishnu, or the existence that can no longer be called Vishnu, suddenly expanded rapidly, and the concept of mythology naturally emerged, with a scorching and domineering high temperature——Vedic Sun God, this is the essence of Vishnu.

He was originally one of the sun gods of the Vedic era.

Constantly devouring the divinity and legends of other people, there were ten incarnations, and only then did they rank among the three-phase gods.

But at this moment, the existence as one of the three phase gods was wiped out with a single sword.

The god who was sung and enshrined, named 'Vishnu' is dead,

directly back to its original form.

Mortal, I want you to die!!!

The accumulation of thousands of years was directly erased by Kunlun's sword. The 'Vishnu' who really died once was frightened and angry, or the murderous intent was more serious. He stared at the ranger who was obviously exhausted and jumped up Since then, the concept of mythology has been opened.

next moment.

The whole of India was completely turned into darkness.

Human beings perceive the sun because the sunlight falls in the eyes.

But at this moment, all the sunlight gathered and distorted, condensing on the sun god.

At this moment, He is the great day.

Hot, hot, bright!

And on the vast land, there was darkness, and then the big sun rose and fell suddenly, like a huge burning flame, and the high temperature of hundreds of millions of degrees that broke out all the time fell towards the world at an extremely fast speed, as if to kill that Vishnu's ranger was directly burned to ashes, Wei Yuan leaned on his sword, looked at the big sun, and stood up unsteadily: That's great...

He said, I can kill you twice!

Mortal, presumptuous!!!

I will burn your soul to ashes!

Inside the wrath of God, the endless high temperature and the brilliance that cannot be seen directly fell down.

All living beings could not look directly at it, but a new breath appeared.

Accompanied by desolate howls, a barbaric spirit, a kind of loneliness and determination to defeat the gods alone, covering the sky and covering the earth, directly wrapping the ranger of the Tang Dynasty who was exhausted after reaching the peak, and the ranger himself The roar that came out of the son's mouth is the simplest ancient text——

Father Kua!!!

then,

The ancient heroes responded.

With a mortal body, holding the high gods in his hands, chasing and killing the high god Xihe, the god of the sun, is the arrogance of the human race, the first resistance, and the ancient desolate legend. Here, it returns to the earth.

Mythological concept - day by day.

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