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Chapter 290 The Fall of the Qing Emperor
Looking at Emperor Xuanyuan in front of me, my heart was burning with anger, but my expression was extremely calm.

I know that I am facing the strongest opponent in my life, and I cannot lose this battle.

At this moment, Yuhua is trapped, and the demonic army is in a state of defeat. If I lose, the demonic army will inevitably be crushed by the Tu army, and the ending will only be more tragic than the battle of Yinshan.

At this moment, there is already a large area around me and Emperor Xuanyuan, and the aftermath of destruction caused by the confrontation of the strongest Tianzun level combat power is not something ordinary people can bear.

Emperor Xuanyuan's body was shrouded in this dark golden light, and the two-handed golden giant sword in his hand showed his imperial majesty to the fullest.

My combat power is barely at the same level as his, but since I have not been certified as Heavenly Venerable, I am still suffering from the crushing effect of the superior in the face of Emperor Xuanyuan's imperial-level spiritual coercion.

I want to defeat Emperor Xuanyuan like sailing against the current, but he wants to defeat me by going downstream.

I have to pay several times his determination and courage to win this battle.

When I was looking at him, Emperor Xuanyuan was also looking at me, his expression was indifferent, and his eyes were more focused on the hero sword in my hand.

When the two swords clashed just now, a gap was cut in the golden giant sword by the hero's sword, which made Emperor Xuanyuan feel heartbroken, and at the same time he was puzzled about the origin of the hero's sword.

Emperor Xuanyuan's golden giant sword is not made of gold, the gold on it is the essence of Xiantian Wutu, and the sword itself is made of Xiantian Gengjin Xuantie from Kunwu Mountain.

The sword body is made of Xiantian Gengjin black iron, the Xiantian Yi wood is used as carbon, it is burned with Xiantian Lihuo, and then tempered with Xiantian Kuishui.Emperor Xuanyuan was a very ambitious person. It can be imagined that he spent countless people's efforts and financial resources to create this golden giant sword.

This sword respects Wutu and softens the other five elements, representing his ambition to unify the prehistoric human race.

If it wasn't for the birth of the Hero's Sword, Emperor Xuanyuan might be able to climb to the top of Buzhou Mountain with this golden giant sword, talk to the will of Guixu World, and become the Lord of the Great Desolation.

It's a pity that no matter how strong this sword is, it can't compare to the broken sword in my hand.

The broken sword has no name, no one knows its name, and no one deserves to know it, because this sword is the sword of heaven.

Tiandao used this sword to fight all over the three worlds of the ancient gods and demons, beheading an unknown number of ancient demon gods. One can imagine the terrifying power of this sword.

If this is not a broken sword, let alone pull it out, maybe I don't even have the qualifications to approach it, as long as I approach it, I will be severely injured by the sharp edge of the sword.

As for why the sword broke, no one knows the truth.

"What kind of sword is that in your hand?" Emperor Xuanyuan asked.

"You should be able to guess that," I said.

"The Sword of Heroes?"

"good."

"It's no wonder that the Taoist Alliance suddenly declared war. It turned out that it was because you pulled out the sword of heroes. You were afraid of being exposed and becoming a target of public criticism, so you wanted to take advantage of the chaos of the five armies in Beiming Mountain to start a war ahead of time."

"It's too late for you to understand."

Just as I said this, Liu Zhirong joined the battle with the Xiangliu warriors.

They have been hiding their bodies before, but they just don't want to expose the truth that Pan Snake Valley is an empty valley, but now that the magic way is facing a large-scale defeat, if they continue to endure it, they are not worthy of being my magic way disciples.

Seeing the appearance of the Xiangliu Clan, Emperor Xuanyuan's expression changed, his eyes burst out with endless murderous intent, he stared at me firmly and asked, "Isn't the place of returning to the ruins in the Pan Snake Valley?"

"No."

"where is it?"

"Buzhou Mountain."

Emperor Xuanyuan stopped talking, and began to endlessly improve his fighting spirit.

And I also started to release the sword aura crazily.

In the decisive battle with Emperor Xuanyuan, I must use all my strengths, the six dragons with sword energy, the sea of ​​swords, the way of seven kills, and the magic sword itself.

His advantage lies in the strong defensive power of the innate Wutu body and the coercion of the emperor, while my advantage lies in the invincibility of the hero's sword.

Without this heroic sword, I would not be able to fight against Xuanyuan, unless I choose to become Tianzun and get rid of the crushing effect caused by the superior.

When the six dragons are all out, the sea of ​​swords is full of waves, and my fighting spirit is raised to the limit, Emperor Xuanyuan also exerts the power of the innate Wutu body to the extreme, and his whole body is full of golden light, just like a golden armored god.

"Patriarch of the Demon Dao, the sword of heroes does not belong to you. In the next battle, I will let you know who is the future master of the wild."

"Ghosts and gods are dark, think about yourself, fight!"

Before the official confrontation, the destruction and killing intent of Emperor Xuanyuan and I have already caused the void shattering effect in this sea of ​​sand.

The sky and the earth are drowsy, and the sand and stones are flying.

The earth is constantly surging and trembling, as if it will collapse at any time.

In the energy impact caused by the shattering of the void, the hem and cuffs of the black Taoist robe on my body began to shatter, and the flying long hair broke through the shackles of the Taoist bun and danced wildly with the wind.

Before the six giant dragons with sword aura showed their power, they had already started to whine.

In the invisible sea of ​​swords, a turbulent wave was set off, as if it would roll back at any time and submerge me.

I was in the turbulent flow of void that was constantly collapsing, and my five senses and six consciousnesses also produced all kinds of confusion.

It seemed that everything in front of me was a dream, and the space and time began to be disordered. I even forgot that I was on the battlefield, and I also forgot why I was here.

The reason why I have this kind of confusion is that my physical body is too weak. In the ultimate showdown at the level of the strongest Tianzun, the energy impact caused by the shattering of the void is unimaginable. Only the Taoist body of Tianzun can calmly face it.

In the dark, I heard the sound of shouting and killing around us. We were getting farther and farther away, and no one tried to approach us anymore.

Just when I forgot everything and could only condense all my spiritual thoughts to resist the energy impact in the turbulent flow of the void, a majestic and endless destructive and murderous intent suddenly came from above my head.

At this moment, my people have not fully adapted to the confusion brought about by the turbulent flow of the void, so I have no time to react, so I can only force six dragons with sword energy to rush up to resist.

The destruction was only in an instant, and after an instant, the six giant sword energy dragons all fell apart without even making a final wail.

In the air, Emperor Xuanyuan, who looked like a god in golden armor, slashed all six dragons with sword aura, and the golden giant sword continued to slash down freely.

Fortunately, at this time, my consciousness finally stabilized, all the chaos in my heart disappeared, and only the golden giant sword that Emperor Xuanyuan slashed down from the sky remained in my eyes.

I stomped my feet and pulled out the air, and shouted seven words of killing in a row.

It took seven swords with the hero's sword to receive Emperor Xuanyuan's full attack this time.

The hero's sword collided with the golden giant sword seven times, leaving seven more gaps in the golden giant sword. Emperor Xuanyuan's heartache couldn't be further increased, and the heartache turned into endless anger.

After he landed, he no longer held the sword to collide head-on, but thrust the sword into the sea of ​​sand with both hands, and shouted loudly: "Xiantian Wutu, golden snake dances wildly. The heaven and earth are black and yellow, ten thousand dragons have no rein. Break!"

Following his broken words, I felt fierce and unparalleled murderous intentions bursting out from the depths of the sand sea.

In the daze, I saw an unknown number of giant yellow sand dragons breaking through the ground and rushing towards me from all directions.

Roar!
Wanlong roared in unison, the sound shook the sky, and my mind began to tremble uncontrollably.

I really chose the wrong place for the battle. I never imagined that Emperor Xuanyuan's innate Wutu body could communicate with the spirit of the earth, and summon such a terrifying number of yellow sand dragons with the help of the special terrain of the sand sea.

The body of the Yellow Sand Dragon is only a few feet long, and the power of a single body is limited, and the advantage lies in the large number.

Wanlong collectively show off their power, just the fierce murderous intent they bloom can overwhelm me, and when they all rush over, my current physical body can't stand their bite and gnaw at all, and it will turn into powder in an instant .

At that time, the bones will be buried in the yellow sand, and the body will die.

At the last moment when Wanlong was about to bully me, I thrust the hero sword into the ground, and the surging invisible sea of ​​swords that had been agitated for a long time finally broke out.

The river and the sea broke its embankment, and huge waves surged into the sky.

In the eyes of the sea of ​​swords, I crazily urged the combination of the seven killings and the magic sword's profound meaning, and the sword flow crazily cut the yellow sand dragon summoned by Emperor Xuanyuan.

The sound of sword energy piercing through the air, the sound of the giant dragon's wail, came in an endless stream...

The dragon scales burst into the air, the dragon's body collapsed, and turned into billowing yellow sand again.

Although there are many dragons, the shape of sword air is even more endless.

It wasn't until everything calmed down that I realized it was a close fight.

The sea of ​​swords disappeared, and ten thousand dragons fell to death.

At this moment, most of my divine sense has been consumed, and the light in Emperor Xuanyuan's eyes has obviously dimmed.

Just when I was about to launch an active attack, I suddenly heard a change in the summoning flag in the entrance, and then a vast and loud voice sounded.

"Returning to the prehistoric ruins, the Qing emperor of the Mu clan, Yu Yangshao, fell."

(End of this chapter)