Museum of Demons

Watching the sword qi dissipate, his companion was killed in an instant, turned into the purest turbid qi, and returned to the original reincarnation of the world, the rest of the demon gods who were originally so monstrous. He was stunned, as if he couldn't believe it, and the sword in the palm of the white-haired swordsman in front whistled slightly.

The fit is a sword, and the sword is the body, stepping forward in an instant.

The sword in his hand had pierced the throat of a god and demon, and the sword's air was densely filled with the soul of his body in an instant, and then he turned around and slashed, and the sharp arc of sword energy swept across into a full moon. Unafraid, Qi Qi roared and rushed forward, Wei Yuan entered the realm of absolutely forgetting the sword for the second time in his life.

It is not the so-called state of forgetting the sword by the secular swordsmen.

But completely forget.

Besides—

Where is the sword?

The Dao that Lao Tzu said was just the name he reluctantly gave to that thing.

Then the sword is not enough to be the shape and restraint imposed by the secular mediocrity.

Just a title.

Wei Yuan was in a hurry, and when he gradually began to forget that the inner essence of the true spirit was complete, even the power of cause and effect began to be latently repelled, and he raised his hand and drew out the sword, and it was done in one go. , the front was dripping with blood, and I don't know how many killings, and finally even the demon god stopped in his tracks.

I don't know if it's fear, worry or horror, or the frontier is a field that even the arrogant and unruly demon gods dare not set foot in. The white-haired swordsman holds the sword in his right hand and clasped his fingers in his left hand, yet he doesn't know. Grabbed a wine gourd from somewhere, then raised his neck and drank heavily, the wine spilled on his sleeve robe, wet the skirt, and landed on the wound, causing bone-piercing pain.

It fell on the invisible long sword, and its momentum was fierce.

In the front is the place where the great lord of the troubled times is.

Behind them are gods and demons who wish the white-haired swordsman in front of him to die.

So this pot of wine, he drank more and more comfortably and heartily, and was so happy to be watched drinking, Wei Yuan raised his neck and gulped down the pot of Chang'an wine. Wiping the corners of his mouth, he squinted at the many gods and demons who were gnashing their teeth, furious but dared not step forward, and smiled lazily:

Too long to kill.

My mouth is a little dry.

Drink some wine, don't blame.

you!!!!

The god and demon stood up angrily, holding a huge axe, majestic, but did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

The swordsman's eyes stared at him coldly like that, which made him subconsciously take another step back, and backed away.

………………

...Who is making noise outside?

At the very core of this troubled world, the man in a long coat spoke calmly, as if he had just woken up from a dream: It's too noisy.

Surrounded by the core members of the troubled times, one of them was tall, as if he was the thickest man in the world. He opened his eyes, his eyes were calm, gloomy and gloomy. He just glanced out and said slowly: ...It's a monk from the Qing Dynasty who came here again. The movement of the Kunlun Ruins before should be made by him.

... Qing Dynasty?

As if waking up from a dream, but still sleepy, he said to His Holiness Zhuoshi: It's interesting, which god is it from the Great Wilderness, or is it from Kunlun? Let me guess, although the emperor of the Qing Dynasty often Come, but I never took this step to see me, probably because I was worried about the hidden dangers of the consequences if I put all my strength into a fight.

It is absolutely impossible for him to have such an idea with his arrogance that he was defeated by my hands.

Either wins or dies together, and even if he wins and wins me easily, He will not have such absurd thoughts in his heart, so even if he wins, it is a tragic victory, and the emperor himself will be injured and seriously injured that day , and even fell into a deep sleep... Therefore, he would not come to me without making sure that the Qing Dynasty is still safe after I fell into a deep sleep.

His Holiness Zhuoshi yawned: Then is that little girl from West Kunlun?

The tall, thick, majestic and powerful man said slowly: The Western Emperor...

The Western Emperor of Kunlun, with the might of the sky and the five cripples, with a long spear and a short sword, is also a strong man who has whipped an era.

It can't be her, Xihuang, she is very strong, but she doesn't have the nature to fight to the death and fight against a strong enemy.

However, it may not be impossible to change your temper.

His Holiness Zhuo Shi was very interested.

The tall man was silent for a while, and said, It's not her either.

Then it is the domain of the four seas?

The great lord of the chaotic world raised a little interest: The sea of ​​the Age of Gods is vast and boundless. There are passages to the heavens and worlds. The splendor of countless worlds represents countless possibilities. Countless collisions are also the best opportunity to breed strong people. Then Is it Guixu or a strong person who appeared in the world? For example, the blood of the four spirits?

The tall and steady man shook his head: No.

It's not the Emperor of Heaven, the Western Emperor.

It's not the blood of the gods.

It's not the Dao body of heaven, the four spirits and four fierce...

His voice paused: Perhaps you think I'm joking, but.

That's a human race...

……………………

Human race?

Yes, Human Race.

The race created by Nuwa?

Yes, the race created by Emperor Wa.

Forget it. Zhuo Shi's Great Master lowered his eyes, and seemed to feel bored again. The tall man next to him didn't say anything more, because Zhuo Shi's Great Master was the strongest in Zhuo Shi. The road is also rampant, with an invincible appearance, killing many demon gods.

In the end, the Great Senior made a move and blocked that Fuxi who had gone crazy for some reason.

It's just that I didn't expect that even if Fuxi was seriously injured in the fight all the way, and even lost his foundation, and fell into madness and madness, there would be a backhand, who would tear apart the void and time, directly reverse the yin and yang, and annihilate everything. Dharma, desperately rushed into the place where all dharmas are dead.

Otherwise, he would be killed here by the Great Senior.

And Fuxi is no different from dead at this moment.

As long as you come out of the land of extinction, you will be noticed immediately.

As for the sky.

The last period of that great emperor was also ended by the great venerable, so Fuxi is not an opponent of the great lord, let alone Nuwa who is not good at fighting at all, and is the least good at attacking at the level of the top ten peaks? Not to mention, it was just a member of the human race created by Nuwa.

Falling down layer by layer, like a child raised by your defeated opponent's sister who is not good at fighting.

Then how could there still be the desire and interest to fight?

If the temperament is better, just hold a candy and tell the child to leave quickly so as not to bother him, if the temperament is not good, he will step on it.

It's no wonder that Dazun lost interest in an instant and became bored.

The human race...is an interesting race, and the toughness it gathers is quite impressive, but the battle is...that's all, you go and get rid of him. The Great Master Zhuoshi rubbed the center of his brows, and there was a tinge between his brows. There are some mysterious lines and a gentle face, but it seems difficult to confirm its existence with conventional appearance descriptions.

yes.

The tall man nodded slowly.

Then he got up, and when he was sitting, he already gave people an unimaginable oppressive feeling, and when he stood up, this oppressiveness was enhanced and exploded like never before. The pillar of the Qing Dynasty is Buzhou Mountain, Traveling around the six emptinesses, and the chaotic world is the foundation of the world. There is no Buzhou Mountain that supports the heaven and the earth, but there are also gods that exist as the foundation.

Next to Lei Ting running, a woman with a strong aura stood with her hands behind her back.

The God of Thunder in the Chaotic Times, the God of Thunder in the Qing Dynasty has fallen, or that Thunder God has reached the extreme, and the existence close to Daoguo has been killed. In exchange, the strength of the God of Thunder in the Chaotic Times has skyrocketed. By the side of Zun, and the extremely tall foundation of the troubled times, he has already waved his sleeves and attracted a thousand gods, demons and generals from the troubled times.

You have to be so careful when dealing with a human race.

Even the Emperor Wa is no match for you in the fight. Can the little toy she made out of mud hurt you?

Thor couldn't help mocking with a two-point sneer.

The tall man said indifferently: Do your job well.

Holding a double-edged long knife, both sides are blades, only in the middle where there is a handle, exudes a clear and turbid flow, a majestic momentum of wind and thunder, extremely terrifying, the body is covered with armor, and there are thousands of gods and demons behind, Like waves, from the high place where the great venerable was, it formed an array, and descended majesticly, with a noisy and terrifying momentum, but the eyes of the cold [Foundation of the Chaotic Times] were cold.

The weapon in the palm exudes a majestic avenue, shaking the world.

kill!!!

The white-haired Taoist's sleeve trembled slightly, and the sword in his palm whistled slightly. Facing the treatment he had only shown his sharpness to the two heavenly emperors in the past, he closed his eyes slightly. It was obvious that I had forgotten both, but his expression softened, as if he said to himself: When I was young, I was not qualified to hold a sword at all. At that time, I used pottery carving knives, but after all, I liked this thing. I would break a branch and wave it around. Looking at Yu's Shadow Sword, I was envious to death. .”

Later, Master told me that the six arts of a gentleman should be practiced in swordsmanship. At that time, my saber teacher forged it himself, and Senior Brother Zilu said it was the most suitable for my nature. The bamboo of Nanshan is consistent, so the name of the sword is [one consistent].

Later, when I was in Daqin, I used Daqin's Iron Eagle Sword, Daqin's sharp warrior, who will fight for the front?

In the year of the Three Kingdoms, Liu Bei forged a lot of swords, and he wanted to give me one, but I didn't want it. At that time, a piece of bamboo was used as a sword, and the sword was used to support the ground. Later, in the Tang Dynasty, An iron bar, two pieces of wood, is a sword, and then all the way back and forth, Xuanzang helped me recast the sword, it is the Chang'an sword, Chang'an Qianliyueming in the Tang Dynasty; my friend gave me the Sun Jie sword.

And then, the Eight-faced Han Sword.

The last is the new Chang'an sword.

Kunlun is a sword, but I suddenly have a question...Swordsman, swordsman, is this sword important?

What is a sword?

Why me?

Is it the sword that made me, or I made the sword.

And if the sword is not me, then why come me? If I am not the sword, why come the sword?

Or, there is no sword in the first place.

Since there is no sword, then where does the way of the sword come from, and why do we need the fruit of the way?

It's just a word for me.

The long sword in his palm was raised horizontally, with a smile and loneliness on his face: I'm probably going to sleep, and I have to forget a lot of things.

This question, please help me, think more about it.

There are obviously thousands of gods and demons, but with countless attacks, many supernatural powers, and all kinds of magical methods, it is difficult to hurt this person.

[Foundation of Chaotic Times] Angrily said in a deep voice:

presumptuous!

Poverty has always been presumptuous!

The aura has already been confronted, and in an instant, the white-haired swordsman laughed, tiptoed, and rushed forward against the direction, with a majestic aura, asked why the sword, the heroic aura rose to the sky, in an instant, the sword aura tore through the heavens, the earth and the sky , like a cold silver light, went straight to the front, the base of the chaotic world held the weapon bar in his palm, and his pupils shrank.

The sword energy erupted, and the sword intent was like hell!

His body froze for a moment.

The surrounding gods and demons were all shattered, and the sleeves were stained with blood. The white-haired swordsman stepped out and stepped on the head of [Foundation of the Chaotic World]. Wushuang Sword Saint Gengu, and then clearly broke through the limit of Qi, the more serious the injury, but seemed to be more hearty, laughed wildly, and stepped forward with the sword. On this day, many gods and demons heard that sentence:

Great Lord of the Chaotic World, poor Dao Mingyuan, this sword of the Great Tang Chang'an, please take a look!

The sword energy is magnificent for hundreds of thousands of miles.

The entire mountain range in front of the Grand Master's throne was completely smashed, and the corpse of the demon god was like dry bones.

Only the sword is strong.

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