The calm sea surface is deep and dark.

The rippling waves flow quietly, then began to tremble slightly, and blisters appeared on the surface.

Then there was the wind, and the violent wind, like sharp blades cutting the sea surface into several parts along the wind. A terrible vibration came, and the seabed was trembling. A corner of the continent erected in the distance collapsed, and a giant fell straight, falling into the depths of the ocean with blood and broken scales.

Blood flowers bloomed, but the next moment was a swelling mist.

The huge shadow broke through the sea, and the divine fire surging. The golden flame outlined the appearance of the giant creature, the red scales closed, half of which were broken, and blood flowed down from the cracks of the scales like a stream and dripped into the sea water. He raised his head, his eyes still so majestic.

The golden eyes are more dazzling than the divine fire.

On a high place, the sword-holder stood, his robe danced, and the falling white snow was lifted up.

The man's whole body was glowing, and a faint fluorescence enveloped him. His body was erratic, as if he would disappear into the wind in the next moment. However, the cold sword intent was unparalleled and eye-catching. It was as if the terrifying feeling of sharpness against his eyebrows was accompanied by the man's judgment from beginning to end.

"Are you really a dragon?" The man spoke lightly. He lowered his head and glanced at the sword in his hand. Blood slowly dripped down his sword, and there was a strange fragrance that was faint.

"The fallen dragon I killed was not as good as you at this level, but you haven't even completed ten kinds of transformations."

On the sea, red shadows circled, half of the scales on his body fell, and his thorny body was like a fish on a spread board, a fish with scales cut by life. He was bleeding constantly, but his momentum was rising! The spiritual energy between the world contained his will, and the rainstorm that fell wildly was his claws and teeth!

In response to Chun Yang Fuyou's admiration, there was a burst of noise.

A loud noise from above the clouds.

Above the rain curtain, four arms formed into magic seals, the ancient power of the four symbols and stars gathered, and complex patterns covered the sky.

Chun Yang Fuyou stared at this scene calmly, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

"The jade hand of creation, I live and die..." He whispered the songs from the Jiuzhou era and clasped the sword tightly.

The creatures on the distant earth looked up in shock. They saw a huge blue shadow appear in the direction of the ruins of the continent, hidden in the fog, under the sea of ​​clouds, carrying thousands of hands.

On Li Xi'an's head, a broken crystal lotus was rotating and its petals were blooming.

He was stunned for a moment.

He had never activated the lotus of creation. This was the last object left by Yuchai Shunde in this world. He would not use this thing to fight with people. Moreover, he had not yet reached the end of his journey, and bleeding was just the beginning. But the broken lotus of creation ignored Li Xi'an's thoughts. It just rotated silently, bloomed, and danced like a pure white and holy dancer, singing and dancing.

The water flows surgingly, and the mist of the clouds spreads.

Li Xi'an heard the sound of waterfalls, horse hooves, and ethereal soft singing.

Chun Yang Fuyou narrowed his eyes slightly. He saw a bridge that stretched for more than a hundred miles across the sea, right behind the dragon. Blue bricks and gray tiles, and magical beasts were carved on the stone railings. It lay there, three arch holes were like mountains and abyss, with mist squirting, and there was also a colorful glow filled with light in the place where it came into contact with the sea.

The bridge deck seems to have something to come out.

Chun Yang Fuyou stood up, waved his sword, and the sword danced like snow.

He wants to cut off the cross bridge.

The crisp sound of collision resounded across the sea, and the Eight Ups of Taihang held the Xi sword to block the sword light. Chun Yang Fuyou's figure was even worse than the larger scales compared to the Eight Ups of Taihang, but the sword in his hand made the Eight Ups of Taihang gradually lower his arms. Li Xi'an suddenly rose up, and his huge body carried millions of waves of water at this moment, pouring rain, disorder, flying backwards! The dragon raising the sword shadow went down, and it was as if it were the sky!

The Xi sword roared and burst out with an extremely dazzling light!

Chun Yang Fuyou was repelled.

His palm holding the sword was trembling slightly.

Without a stop, Chun Yang Fuyou met again. Li Xi'an from the high place also raised his sword and slashed it down. Two unequal figures rushed directly from the sea to the ruins of the continent. The aftermath scattered shattered the land standing on the sea. The tsunami arrived near the sea in just a few minutes, with each wave reaching a hundred meters high.

The golden light extends, isolating the tsunami from this land.

The King of Ming Dynasty looked back and saw Sibu Zhuo, who reconstructed the iron tree.

She closed her hands, and a pair of wings built from light soothing. This power blesses the land. The light flows like rain, soothing the creatures on the earth.

"This battle is destined to be engraved into history." Sibu Zhuo opened his eyes, with the translucent light of glass and flames in his eyes.

The Ming King looked at the sea and nodded slightly in the ruins of the mainland, "Yes, before that, I never thought that there would be such a powerful creature in this era."

He thought about it, as if thinking about how to describe it, but in the end he shook his head.

"It's not like being in this era."

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Deep in the ruins, wherever they pass, were scattered.

Both realized that once the sudden cross bridge was constructed, it would have an irreversible impact on the situation.

Chun Yang Fuyou wanted to cut off the cross bridge, while Li Xi'an wanted to protect the cross bridge.

But he was a little powerless after all.

In just a few minutes, six arms have been destroyed in the Eight Passes of Taihang. The Xi sword will not be damaged, but the sword holder will.

The two were in a stalemate until now.

Chun Yang Fuyou pinched the sword technique with his hands, and a strong and yang aura burst out, surrounding him and his sword body. Li Xi'an's body subconsciously tensed. He noticed the danger of the aura, as if he was hiding in the depths of his soul.

"Pure Yang Sword." The man whispered.

The three-foot sword edge is flashing, and the seal script is manifested.

This is the real ancestral weapon!

After returning from that chaotic land, Chunyang Sword converged his sword light. If Chunyang Fuyou had just slashed with a sword sheath during the past period, he would have been the real sword drawing!

Chun Yang Fuyou glanced at Li Xi'an indifferently, but there was no desire to fight in his eyes, but instead he had compassion.

Waving the sword.

"Boom--!" A blood-red meteor crossed the sky, tearing the sky apart. As the land passed, the space shattered, and the shadow of the ancient demon god flashed through the black shattering.

Heavy footsteps sounded from the ruins.

The burly golden king stood up slowly, his arms still retaining the posture of throwing spears.

The fog has dissipated.

The water mist turned into ice crystals and fell. Chun Yang Fuyou was surrounded by ice crystals. The falling rain became a long ice sword that was falling. The sword rain was everywhere, and there was nowhere to hide.

Under the iron tree, Sibu Zhuo looked up and she felt her own similar breath.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, the divine bird flapped its wings, and wind and snow fell between its feathers.

From a distance, the sky is divided into three parts. The sky is blue like ice crystals. The sword rain falls all over the sky. The red gold is as bright as the morning light. The shadow of the dragon travels and roars. The right direction is the battlefield of subsidence, and the giant shadow of the demon god stands. All the creatures who see that picture can't help but tremble. This scene is like a scroll of the Taichu era, the bird of the blue, the king of gold, and the dragon of red. These beings stand on ancient lands and conquer and raise troops.

If it is described, it will definitely be named after God!
Chapter completed!