Rise of Humanity

Ji Zhongyue stood on the blue sky, watching the vast battlefield in front of her, her mood was ups and downs.

"At that time, the ancestors of my tribe, Kushiro Lanlu, led the tribe to kill the western wasteland, and they fought here, leaving the land of divine warfare. Now, the gatekeeper came here for my sword gate and for my great wasteland. The high priest, kill him, so that he can gain time for the Great Wild and the Jianmen. "

Ji Zhongyue said silently: "After two thousand years, my people have shed blood twice, for the same purpose."

Protect human race.

Cang Cangyun landed slowly. The front convenience was the land of war. The high priest stood at the entrance to the only way of life, waiting for their arrival. The high priest of the Xiaomang tribe is also to protect his people. He must stay here to die with the old man.

In this fight with Jianmen, he made a mistake, and if he made a mistake, he must bear the consequences, but this time he must use his life to be responsible for the mistake.

"The next time my people will come here again, not to protect the people of the Great Wilderness, but to make the Western Wilderness a human race of food."

The old man's voice was desolate, but it contained a **** fighting intention. He raised his excalibur, pointed to the west desert, white hair fluttered, and laughed: "Zhongshan family, our ancestors came from the west desert. Do you have Faith will kill Xihuang in the future and rescue other peoples? "

Zhong Yue was standing next to him, with blood rushing in his chest, as if Qianlong was spinning in his chest, and laughed, "The disciples are not trying to rescue the suffering tribe in the Xihuang, and the disciples are going to pedal the Xihuang to let the tribe Stand up and be a human being, and the disciples must let the tribe change the destiny of being oppressed by the tens of thousands of people to make them stand on top of other ethnic groups! "

"it is good!"

The old man laughed, walked towards the high priest, and laughed a long time: "Cangshan at the beginning of filial piety, wait a long time!"

"It didn't take long to wait."

The breath of the high priest was high. The two old men were both gray-haired and pale, staring at each other, like an invisible excalibur. Collision in the air, the excitement of the air came clear and crisp. The air oscillated, and you could see Xue Liang's sword sullenly cut open the air, and plowed a tentacle on the ground between the two.

On that day, the depth was twenty to thirty feet, and the ground shuddered constantly.

The terrible momentum erupted from them. Both of them were aging old women, but their blood and blood were more horrifying and exciting than young people.

Behind the high priest, the shadow of the mighty shore is unparalleled, and it is the shadow of the three first rounds. Towering high, the six eyes hang in the air like six bright moons, and the eyes are like a torch, gazing at the surroundings, a gaze falls on Zhong Yue, and a little stunned: "Do you still have a disciple? Are you not afraid of fighting Distracted? "

"This is Zhongshan's, you've seen it."

The old man smiled at Zhong Yue: "Not ready to pay tribute to the high priest?"

Bian Zhongyue bowed to the ceremony and said, "I have seen the High Priest of the Filial Prosperity."

"Zhongshan Clan who has been on the myth list for five rounds?"

The high priest laughed, and his voice was powerful. Laughing: "Feng Chang, you are old, and your blood is not as good as mine. It will definitely not last for me if I kill you. If I kill you, Zhongshan will die. No doubt you brought him here!"

The old man laughed: "I brought him here, but I just wanted him to see the true freedom of swordsmanship and witness the existence of a near-God war. His potential is greater than you and me. In addition to killing you, this battle is also for I have cultivated a **** in Jianmen. You did not bring a disciple, you can see that you have lost in your heart. So you have no courage to leave a disciple to watch the war. "

Behind the high priest, the shadow moved slightly. Apparently the old man's words shook a little confidence that he had just built up with his words.

Roar--

The shadow behind him shook with three heads and roared indignantly. The roar shook the sky, scattered the clouds in the sky, and borrowed the roar to brave yourself and make you forget your fear!

The old man stepped forward and said, "Zhongshan Family, you are optimistic. Please verify that I am uploading your free spirit sword on the road."

Zhong Zhongyue stopped and stayed here to watch the battle.

Suddenly, the fighting broke out. The old man and the high priest of the Xiaomang Protoss are the most advanced beings in the world today. They are close to the realm of gods and demons. When the two gigantic giants meet, there is no temptation to directly explode their full strength.

They are all old. If you are tempted, you will only waste your blood and blood, so you must use all means and all your strength to fight your opponent as soon as possible!

Zhongyue finally saw the complete freedom of swordsmanship, the true freedom of swordsmanship.

The high priest sacrificed the magic soldier in the temple of Xiaomang. That magic soldier was a moon wheel, the moon wheel was in the sky, the moonlight was shining like a ray, and the old free sword in the old man ’s hand has no sword shape, but it is ever-changing and can Into any form.

What is freedom?

No form, no sword, no technique, no technique. The true great freedom of the sword can be a sword in any form. There is no fixed technique, you can swing freely, you will ambition in your chest, your own fantasy, your own Freedom to show ideas.

On this way, the old man taught him the freedom of sword, and taught him to be born out of shape, born out of sword, born out of moves, then jump out of shape, jump out of swords, jump out of moves, and get real freedom!

Now, he observes the battle of the world's top powerhouse today, which proves what he has learned along the way.

The sword air is turbulent, such as the rain in the empty valley, the sky is clear after the rain, the sky is clear, the sun is shining, the sky is hot, the wind is flaming, such as the biting cold wind in winter, all-pervasive, like the sound of a spring thunder, the dead trees are alive, like autumn The sun is shining, reflecting the red mountains.

In Zhong Yue's eyes, no foreign objects can be seen anymore, no horror scene in the land of war of God can be seen, no collision between the old man and the high priest of the filial piety tribe can be seen, no huge mountain-like skulls, You can't see the moon ring as bright as the moon.

In his eyes, there is only the bright flowers, the bright and clean stars, and the movement like the dragon's sword qi. The free spirit sword qi is not a fixed sword qi fixed method, but a talent in a person's chest. Talent is transformed into sword spirit, traverses the space and illuminates everything!

In this battle, the breath of the two elders rolled like a dragon, breaking through the shackles of the battlefield of the gods, and two **** soldiers broke out in their hands with earth-shattering energy. Shocked the Xihuang, shocked the Great Wild.

In the war-torn land, the elders in the army of the filial piety ancestors shed sacrifice to tears. Urge the army to continue to move forward, trying to rush to the hinterland of the West.

The northern border of the Great Wilderness. Gu Hongzi's blood was dripping from his body, and he was almost deadly. Fortunately, he was able to support him until he merged with the gods of Guxia City.

The division who fought against him was still not easy, and he was almost killed by understatement.

There is a huge gap between the two strong men, a fatal gap!

However, it is not easy for the division not to make quick decisions, but to be slow. Slowly let Gu Hongzi be injured, the injury accumulated, and then he was killed. He had to be so, he could not be injured, because Yan Yunsheng and Xiu Tianchen were waiting for him to be injured, waiting for a rare opportunity, waiting for his demon **** Wang Jue to appear flawed.

There are huge hidden dangers in the demon **** Wang Jue. The hidden dangers are not eliminated. The teacher is not easy to dare to bloom his cultivation and strength.

Suddenly at this moment, he suddenly felt something. Jiu Qi turned his heads together and looked at the edge of the Great Wild and the Great Wild, with suspicion.

Xi Guhongzi took the opportunity to kill. The wings were turned into two golden knives, and the division was not easily surprised, and turned to roar the nine lions, shaking the lonely Hongzi.

Gu Hongzi coughed up blood, but he laughed, fluttered into a golden light soaring away, the golden eagle broke, and shouted, "I hurt you, I finally hurt you! Old lion. Next time, I will not just hurt you, I will replace it. Become the demon master who ruled the Eastern Wasteland! "

The division master is not easy to follow and suddenly stops. His face was cloudy and cloudy. Suddenly, nine lions drank violently and sent a voice, telling Lang Qingyun that he had entered the wilderness.

Immediately, he took out the totem pole again, and informed Tian, ​​Xuan, Di and Huang Si Lao.

Lang Qingyun led the army of the demon tribe into the wilderness five thousand miles. Suddenly, the demon clouds rolled in the sky and turned into nine huge lion heads. Nine lion heads were probed from high altitude and opened their mouths. Class teacher is back! "

At the same time, it was not easy for the division to drop the totem pole, and his body rushed towards the desert. He suddenly stopped, his face became more gloomy and tangled: "Feng Sang succumbed to death, and Xiao Chongshan battled in the land of God War. Desperately, Chongshan will die in the early days of Xiaoxiao, and Fengshang should not be upset too. He was going to die, but he sighed to overcast me and the old pan. He will come to kill me with injuries. If I use my full strength , I'm definitely not afraid of him. However, my hidden disease is still there, I'm afraid I can't hide him, if my hidden disease is triggered by him ... "

The nine lions lingered on the edge of the Great Wilderness and roared, making it difficult to make a decision: "Feng Chang is desperate, and the old pan can't resist for a long time. The old Feng will come to me soon, even if I kill him, He will be forced out of hidden diseases. But my demon army is still in the wild, if I leave, they will be killed by the old man ... "

"Do I still want these cronies? Don't save these **** smoke Yunsheng, Xiutianchen!"

The nine lions yelled angrily: "I won't save them, my reputation will be ruined once. What else will be the demon master of the Eastern Wasteland? Yan Yunsheng and Xiutianchen will definitely join other city masters. , Guan Zhu, and the island lord against Lao Tzu! The wind-blooded costume of your mother-in-law! You Yin Lao Tzu! "

The teacher is not easy to growl, and suddenly turns into what he usually does. He calms down, calms his breath, sits quietly at the edge of the desert, and waits quietly. After a while, the teacher is not easy to suddenly swear, and scolds: "Your mother egg of!"

I just don't know who is scolding.

The Battlefield of God ~ www.readwn.com ~ The battle is getting fiercer, and even the figures of the two strong men in the battle deviate from the birthplace and enter the dead Jedi. Dangling, the mysterious realm of the gods emerged like the stars and moons, the broken divine soldiers exude thrilling divine power, but they could not hurt the two men in the fierce battle.

Suddenly, the fighting subsided, and the old man raised his sword out of the battlefield of gods. In the battlefield, all kinds of colorful lights shone. In the colorful light, the shadows of the three enchanting towers stood in various glare.

Suddenly, the shadow of this three-headed 獒 is torn apart and drowned in the land of war.

The old man's blood was already exuberant. It was not as strong as an old man who was about to die. His face even glowed red.

"Let's go to Zhongshan, it's not easy for us to meet the teacher." The old man laughed.

After hearing the words, Zhong Zhongyue got up quickly and shook his head: "How cunning is not easy for a teacher? I'm afraid he has already sensed the breath of the doorkeeper and will definitely not wait there."

"It's hard to say." The old man's expression looked slightly naughty and naughty, and smiled. (To be continued)