Chapter 767
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In the west of Guangzhou, the west of the city, and the top of wanjian mountain, the edge of Guangzhou disappears, and the emptiness that was originally broken up is slowly self-healing under the law of the vast land of Shenzhou.
The final battle of the holy decision, which was full of ghosts and gods, came to an end. The heavy rain on the sky reappeared and continued to fill the night sky of Guangzhou, as if nothing had happened before.
Although time can smooth everything, but some things and things are destined to be remembered by history and people.
The buried sword Lake on wanjian mountain has no water, nor any sword soul. It only shows a deep dark hole. On the void of the cave, Zhao Yu and Murong stand face to face. The chopped Blood Sword, together with the ice, fell into the hole below powerlessly, leaving a very sad track.
This is the end of Daxia Kendo, doomed to desolation!
Zhao Yu, who had cut off the whole Kendo, was still as cool as a flat lake. The three main flowers burning in the center of his eyebrows were gradually extinguished and turned into blood red cinnabar lines. However, there was a small wound on the left cheek of the young emperor, which made his beautiful face even colder.
However, Zhao's eyes are not full of blood and Murong.
The expression in the eyes of the young emperor was serious, while muronghe was guilty.
"Your Majesty, my skills are not as good as people's. I'm willing to be inferior to others without any complaints. I just cut off Kendo from my own hands. I'm really ashamed."
A faint voice came from muronghe's mouth. Then, in his bloodstained eyes, the color of guilt grew stronger and even gushed out, just like two lines of blood and tears. Then muronghe continued to say:
"my apprentice Jiansheng, I hope your majesty will take care of one or two. Daxia Kendo and my hand are damaged. But I have a hunch that one of the swords will be heavy again in his hands Cast. "
After Murong he's not light or heavy voice fell down, a hoarse sob suddenly came from the far shore. Then Murong he looked up and looked at the tearful girl on the bank and laughed softly.
"Woo
Jiansheng, who was muddy and frail, could not utter any words at this time. He could only sob and howl. Then Zhao Yu's eyes passed through the rain and darkness and looked at Jiansheng's body. His lips were open, and his voice came from the emperor's voice:
"I've always had a good relationship with you. I remember that."
"Thank you, your majesty."
The next breath, the expression of the first person of Kendo in Daxia becomes solemn and solemn. His whole body is straight and his final edge breaks out. It turns into a roar and resounds all over the world:
"I, muronghe, can live with the sword and die for the sword. I am willing to suffer from the suffering of generations, only to make up for my fault!"
After roaring, Zhao Yu pursed his lips, clenched the evil sickle in his hand, and raised his hand and gently waved it forward.
An ice blue arc once again crossed the void, but this time, it was Murong and his neck.
Suddenly a deafening thunder burst out between the sky and the sky. A thunderbolt almost ran through the sky and the sky, and the whole night sky and the rain curtain flashed like day.
Then the lightning flashed one after another at the top of wanjian mountain. Under the thunder, Murong and his not bulky body fell from the sky to the sword burial pit.
The sword pit buried Murong he, the most gifted and sharp sword since the founding of the Xia Dynasty, as well as the so-called last trace of sharpness in the world. As a burial companion, it is a long-standing sword of Daxia!
"I never thought that Kendo, which was originally unique in the cultivation world of summer, would die in such a way. Things are changeable."
Looking at the Kendo inheritance which fell into the cave and ended at the same time, dariwu Zong Lu Yao, who was also the head of the main gate, issued a deep sigh. His old face was full of sigh, while the great masters around him fell into silence.
To put it bluntly, this is the cruelty of the heaven and earth. Every living creature under the way of heaven can't help it, just like a hundred boats competing for the current. In order to get rid of the so-called detachment, to pursue that wisp of illusory opportunity, eventually evolved into a life and death struggle.
"All kinds of hardships, difficult to cross, difficult to cross!"
Chu Zhengyang, above the crane, raised his head and sighed. Then he gently waved his right hand forward. Countless peach blossoms below broke in an instant, and countless petals flowed together in one place, turning into a pink rainbow light, which penetrated into the big sleeve of the master of the courtyard.
Then Chu Zhengyang's young lady at her side looks around in disbelief.
She didn't understand why her majesty had won this fierce battle, but her father and those great masters still made people feel so bleak, but the girl didn't care. Her eyes narrowed and she showed a bright smile.
The same big eyes narrowed, showing a bright smile that made the whole environment generous and bright. At the back of her, some old ministers had raised their sleeves to cover their faces and secretly wiped tears.The uneasy heart suddenly fell to the ground, and the mood fluctuated violently, so he cried with joy.
After that, Sima Annan looked up at the mountain and sea picture scroll above, then took out a folding fan from his arms, swayed gently, and said, "after tonight, whether it is the people in the summer or the spiritual world, your majesty will be the worthy master!"
Above the void of wanjian mountain in Guangzhou, the sudden roar made all the monks waiting at the foot of the mountain shake subconsciously. Then they raised their hands to wipe the rain on their faces and opened their mouths together and asked:
"the pressure on the void has dissipated. It should be that the battle of the holy decision has ended, but I don't know what the result is?"
As soon as the inquiry came out, there were monks with higher cultivation. After a little thinking, they opened their mouths and responded:
"Your Majesty's cultivation is connected with the sky, and its prestige is incomparable. Judging from the war just now, Murong and most of them are defeated."
They all nodded in succession. It is true that since the beginning of the war, Zhao Yuna's invincible posture left an indelible impression on these monks. Then, while the monks were waiting, a more loud and clear Feng Ming was heard in the roar of thunder.
When a phoenix sings, the winner or loser is divided.
The sound of the Phoenix goes through countless spaces and resounds directly in everyone's mind. Next, the soldiers and monks standing at the foot of wanjian mountain, all the great masters in the sky, the taboos of Tianhui nightmares, and all the people in the whole city kneel down on their knees. The sound of mountain and tsunami resounds from heaven and earth:
"congratulations on your Majesty's invincibility and invincibility Invincible
Under the sound of celebration, the Phoenix on the top of wanjian mountain fluttered its wings and rose into a golden awn.
The life of man belongs to heaven!
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In the west of Guangzhou, the west of the city, and the top of wanjian mountain, the edge of Guangzhou disappears, and the emptiness that was originally broken up is slowly self-healing under the law of the vast land of Shenzhou.
The final battle of the holy decision, which was full of ghosts and gods, came to an end. The heavy rain on the sky reappeared and continued to fill the night sky of Guangzhou, as if nothing had happened before.
Although time can smooth everything, but some things and things are destined to be remembered by history and people.
The buried sword Lake on wanjian mountain has no water, nor any sword soul. It only shows a deep dark hole. On the void of the cave, Zhao Yu and Murong stand face to face. The chopped Blood Sword, together with the ice, fell into the hole below powerlessly, leaving a very sad track.
This is the end of Daxia Kendo, doomed to desolation!
Zhao Yu, who had cut off the whole Kendo, was still as cool as a flat lake. The three main flowers burning in the center of his eyebrows were gradually extinguished and turned into blood red cinnabar lines. However, there was a small wound on the left cheek of the young emperor, which made his beautiful face even colder.
However, Zhao's eyes are not full of blood and Murong.
The expression in the eyes of the young emperor was serious, while muronghe was guilty.
"Your Majesty, my skills are not as good as people's. I'm willing to be inferior to others without any complaints. I just cut off Kendo from my own hands. I'm really ashamed."
A faint voice came from muronghe's mouth. Then, in his bloodstained eyes, the color of guilt grew stronger and even gushed out, just like two lines of blood and tears. Then muronghe continued to say:
"my apprentice Jiansheng, I hope your majesty will take care of one or two. Daxia Kendo and my hand are damaged. But I have a hunch that one of the swords will be heavy again in his hands Cast. "
After Murong he's not light or heavy voice fell down, a hoarse sob suddenly came from the far shore. Then Murong he looked up and looked at the tearful girl on the bank and laughed softly.
"Woo
Jiansheng, who was muddy and frail, could not utter any words at this time. He could only sob and howl. Then Zhao Yu's eyes passed through the rain and darkness and looked at Jiansheng's body. His lips were open, and his voice came from the emperor's voice:
"I've always had a good relationship with you. I remember that."
"Thank you, your majesty."
The next breath, the expression of the first person of Kendo in Daxia becomes solemn and solemn. His whole body is straight and his final edge breaks out. It turns into a roar and resounds all over the world:
"I, muronghe, can live with the sword and die for the sword. I am willing to suffer from the suffering of generations, only to make up for my fault!"
After roaring, Zhao Yu pursed his lips, clenched the evil sickle in his hand, and raised his hand and gently waved it forward.
An ice blue arc once again crossed the void, but this time, it was Murong and his neck.
Suddenly a deafening thunder burst out between the sky and the sky. A thunderbolt almost ran through the sky and the sky, and the whole night sky and the rain curtain flashed like day.
Then the lightning flashed one after another at the top of wanjian mountain. Under the thunder, Murong and his not bulky body fell from the sky to the sword burial pit.
The sword pit buried Murong he, the most gifted and sharp sword since the founding of the Xia Dynasty, as well as the so-called last trace of sharpness in the world. As a burial companion, it is a long-standing sword of Daxia!
"I never thought that Kendo, which was originally unique in the cultivation world of summer, would die in such a way. Things are changeable."
Looking at the Kendo inheritance which fell into the cave and ended at the same time, dariwu Zong Lu Yao, who was also the head of the main gate, issued a deep sigh. His old face was full of sigh, while the great masters around him fell into silence.
To put it bluntly, this is the cruelty of the heaven and earth. Every living creature under the way of heaven can't help it, just like a hundred boats competing for the current. In order to get rid of the so-called detachment, to pursue that wisp of illusory opportunity, eventually evolved into a life and death struggle.
"All kinds of hardships, difficult to cross, difficult to cross!"
Chu Zhengyang, above the crane, raised his head and sighed. Then he gently waved his right hand forward. Countless peach blossoms below broke in an instant, and countless petals flowed together in one place, turning into a pink rainbow light, which penetrated into the big sleeve of the master of the courtyard.
Then Chu Zhengyang's young lady at her side looks around in disbelief.
She didn't understand why her majesty had won this fierce battle, but her father and those great masters still made people feel so bleak, but the girl didn't care. Her eyes narrowed and she showed a bright smile.
The same big eyes narrowed, showing a bright smile that made the whole environment generous and bright. At the back of her, some old ministers had raised their sleeves to cover their faces and secretly wiped tears.The uneasy heart suddenly fell to the ground, and the mood fluctuated violently, so he cried with joy.
After that, Sima Annan looked up at the mountain and sea picture scroll above, then took out a folding fan from his arms, swayed gently, and said, "after tonight, whether it is the people in the summer or the spiritual world, your majesty will be the worthy master!"
Above the void of wanjian mountain in Guangzhou, the sudden roar made all the monks waiting at the foot of the mountain shake subconsciously. Then they raised their hands to wipe the rain on their faces and opened their mouths together and asked:
"the pressure on the void has dissipated. It should be that the battle of the holy decision has ended, but I don't know what the result is?"
As soon as the inquiry came out, there were monks with higher cultivation. After a little thinking, they opened their mouths and responded:
"Your Majesty's cultivation is connected with the sky, and its prestige is incomparable. Judging from the war just now, Murong and most of them are defeated."
They all nodded in succession. It is true that since the beginning of the war, Zhao Yuna's invincible posture left an indelible impression on these monks. Then, while the monks were waiting, a more loud and clear Feng Ming was heard in the roar of thunder.
When a phoenix sings, the winner or loser is divided.
The sound of the Phoenix goes through countless spaces and resounds directly in everyone's mind. Next, the soldiers and monks standing at the foot of wanjian mountain, all the great masters in the sky, the taboos of Tianhui nightmares, and all the people in the whole city kneel down on their knees. The sound of mountain and tsunami resounds from heaven and earth:
"congratulations on your Majesty's invincibility and invincibility Invincible
Under the sound of celebration, the Phoenix on the top of wanjian mountain fluttered its wings and rose into a golden awn.
The life of man belongs to heaven!
www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
In the west of Guangzhou, the west of the city, and the top of wanjian mountain, the edge of Guangzhou disappears, and the emptiness that was originally broken up is slowly self-healing under the law of the vast land of Shenzhou. The final battle of the holy decision, which was full of ghosts and gods, came to an end. The heavy rain on the sky reappeared and continued to fill the night sky of Guangzhou, as if nothing had happened before. Although time can smooth everything, but some things and things are destined to be remembered by history and people. The buried sword Lake on wanjian mountain has no water, nor any sword soul. It only shows a deep dark hole. On the void of the cave, Zhao Yu and Murong stand face to face. The chopped Blood Sword, together with the ice, fell into the hole below powerlessly, leaving a very sad track. This is the end of Daxia Kendo, doomed to desolation! Zhao Yu, who had cut off the whole Kendo, was still as cool as a flat lake. The three main flowers burning in the center of his eyebrows were gradually extinguished and turned into blood red cinnabar lines. However, there was a small wound on the left cheek of the young emperor, which made his beautiful face even colder. However, Zhao's eyes are not full of blood and Murong. The expression in the eyes of the young emperor was serious, while muronghe was guilty. "Your Majesty, my skills are not as good as people's. I'm willing to be inferior to others without any complaints. I just cut off Kendo from my own hands. I'm really ashamed." A faint voice came from muronghe's mouth. Then, in his bloodstained eyes, the color of guilt grew stronger and even gushed out, just like two lines of blood and tears. Then muronghe continued to say: "my apprentice Jiansheng, I hope your majesty will take care of one or two. Daxia Kendo and my hand are damaged. But I have a hunch that one of the swords will be heavy again in his hands Cast. " After Murong he's not light or heavy voice fell down, a hoarse sob suddenly came from the far shore. Then Murong he looked up and looked at the tearful girl on the bank and laughed softly. "Woo Jiansheng, who was muddy and frail, could not utter any words at this time. He could only sob and howl. Then Zhao Yu's eyes passed through the rain and darkness and looked at Jiansheng's body. His lips were open, and his voice came from the emperor's voice: "I've always had a good relationship with you. I remember that." "Thank you, your majesty." The next breath, the expression of the first person of Kendo in Daxia becomes solemn and solemn. His whole body is straight and his final edge breaks out. It turns into a roar and resounds all over the world: "I, muronghe, can live with the sword and die for the sword. I am willing to suffer from the suffering of generations, only to make up for my fault!" After roaring, Zhao Yu pursed his lips, clenched the evil sickle in his hand, and raised his hand and gently waved it forward. An ice blue arc once again crossed the void, but this time, it was Murong and his neck. Suddenly a deafening thunder burst out between the sky and the sky. A thunderbolt almost ran through the sky and the sky, and the whole night sky and the rain curtain flashed like day. Then the lightning flashed one after another at the top of wanjian mountain. Under the thunder, Murong and his not bulky body fell from the sky to the sword burial pit. The sword pit buried Murong he, the most gifted and sharp sword since the founding of the Xia Dynasty, as well as the so-called last trace of sharpness in the world. As a burial companion, it is a long-standing sword of Daxia! "I never thought that Kendo, which was originally unique in the cultivation world of summer, would die in such a way. Things are changeable." Looking at the Kendo inheritance which fell into the cave and ended at the same time, dariwu Zong Lu Yao, who was also the head of the main gate, issued a deep sigh. His old face was full of sigh, while the great masters around him fell into silence. To put it bluntly, this is the cruelty of the heaven and earth. Every living creature under the way of heaven can't help it, just like a hundred boats competing for the current. In order to get rid of the so-called detachment, to pursue that wisp of illusory opportunity, eventually evolved into a life and death struggle. "All kinds of hardships, difficult to cross, difficult to cross!" Chu Zhengyang, above the crane, raised his head and sighed. Then he gently waved his right hand forward. Countless peach blossoms below broke in an instant, and countless petals flowed together in one place, turning into a pink rainbow light, which penetrated into the big sleeve of the master of the courtyard. Then Chu Zhengyang's young lady at her side looks around in disbelief. She didn't understand why her majesty had won this fierce battle, but her father and those great masters still made people feel so bleak, but the girl didn't care. Her eyes narrowed and she showed a bright smile. The same big eyes narrowed, showing a bright smile that made the whole environment generous and bright. At the back of her, some old ministers had raised their sleeves to cover their faces and secretly wiped tears.The uneasy heart suddenly fell to the ground, and the mood fluctuated violently, so he cried with joy. After that, Sima Annan looked up at the mountain and sea picture scroll above, then took out a folding fan from his arms, swayed gently, and said, "after tonight, whether it is the people in the summer or the spiritual world, your majesty will be the worthy master!" Above the void of wanjian mountain in Guangzhou, the sudden roar made all the monks waiting at the foot of the mountain shake subconsciously. Then they raised their hands to wipe the rain on their faces and opened their mouths together and asked: "the pressure on the void has dissipated. It should be that the battle of the holy decision has ended, but I don't know what the result is?" As soon as the inquiry came out, there were monks with higher cultivation. After a little thinking, they opened their mouths and responded: "Your Majesty's cultivation is connected with the sky, and its prestige is incomparable. Judging from the war just now, Murong and most of them are defeated." They all nodded in succession. It is true that since the beginning of the war, Zhao Yuna's invincible posture left an indelible impression on these monks. Then, while the monks were waiting, a more loud and clear Feng Ming was heard in the roar of thunder. When a phoenix sings, the winner or loser is divided. The sound of the Phoenix goes through countless spaces and resounds directly in everyone's mind. Next, the soldiers and monks standing at the foot of wanjian mountain, all the great masters in the sky, the taboos of Tianhui nightmares, and all the people in the whole city kneel down on their knees. The sound of mountain and tsunami resounds from heaven and earth: "congratulations on your Majesty's invincibility and invincibility Invincible Under the sound of celebration, the Phoenix on the top of wanjian mountain fluttered its wings and rose into a golden awn. The life of man belongs to heaven! www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
