The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 One year ago, in the valley of giants in the southern jungle, Zhao Yu came out of the valley, boasting of chaotic lava, and pierced a small fearless sword in front of him. Real Frost Dragon.

　　 Then this dragon imprisoned the ancient lava giant at the valley mouth of the valley of the forbidden area. At the same time, the sky was frosty and the earth was frozen.

In fact, when Zhao Yu first landed in the Valley of Giants, although the cold wave gushing from the valley was already extremely violent, but it was not so frozen as this time, so the entire periphery of the Valley of Giants was covered like an Arctic snowfield. Most of the reason for the ice covering came from this frosty true dragon.

　　Time flies, a year later, the young emperor gently stretched out his hand again to hold this fearless sword.

This short year is actually not long. Perhaps for some existences between heaven and earth, it has changed in the blink of an eye, but for Zhao Yu and Da Xia he dominates, it is not a bit of an earth-shaking description. For too much.

　　 "I was here a year ago, and the scene where I stabbed this sword is actually still vivid, just like yesterday."

　　 The calm and gentle voice came from Zhao Yu, who was holding the hilt of the sword. Although the back of the young emperor was not burly, he was slender and straight, like a green pine standing proudly in the world.

Then the rouge standing behind Zhao Yu, with water-like eyes, stared at Zhao Yu's back closely, and in the girl’s eyes, the figure in front of her, magnified by countless times, was a man standing upright, carrying the entire world. Giants of heaven and earth.

　　 Then Rouge looked at it, and thick waves began to appear in his eyes, and then these waves turned into tears, dripping downwards, turning into one after another the most precious pearl in the world.

　　 "Actually, I feel that this year has been very slow, because so many things have happened, and Daxia and I have improved a lot, but in the same way, I have also lost a lot."

The flat and faint voice continued to come from the mouth of the back straight ahead, but it was this calm speech that had the power to shock the mind, making the rouge staring silently, the tears flowing from the eyes even more, and he bit his lip. Don't let yourself choke.

　　 Then Zhao Yu paused and continued to speak slowly, but this time, there were extremely rare emotional fluctuations in his words, because for him, these losses were infinitely painful dark moments in his life.

"In the past year, I lost my grandmother, and Daxia also lost several elderly people such as King Bei'an. In fact, I understand that time is rolling forward and that the reincarnation of life and death is the ultimate destination of living beings, but I still feel sad. Incomparable, because that is my most beloved relative."

After Zhao Yu finished speaking, he fell into a little silence, because even the most sorrowful and hardest, he must hide these in his heart, and at the same time, he must show the strongest and most confident side to the cultural relics of the Manchu and the sky. Look at the people below.

　　Because he is the emperor of the entire Daxia, he is also the sky that lifts the entire Daxia!

If the sky above your head is angry, there will be a storm of blood and sorrow everywhere, if it is sad, the wind will roar, and the sky will be snowy, if you are afraid, there will be lightning and thunder, and heavy rain, and if it is worried, it will be rainy and the sun will not come out, so Zhao Yu's every move , And even slight mood swings will provoke a series of violent chain reactions throughout the summer.

　　 In other words, as the ruler of Daxia, Zhao Yu cannot have the emotions and desires that can be expressed at will like ordinary people, because he can only be strong, and must be strong.

　　 And at this time, Rouge, who was standing quietly behind Zhao Yu, knew better than anyone that the weight carried on the thin shoulders of the young emperor also knew the pressure in Zhao Yu's heart at this time, which was like the pressure on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

Zhao Yu came to Nanban Jungle with rouge. Although he wanted the latter to come out to relax and see the different and gorgeous scenery above the vast land of China before giving birth, on the other hand, why didn’t he want it? Temporarily leave the White Emperor Palace, which represents the ultimate emperor, to breathe?

Two lines of tears flowed down from the transparent rouge eyes. The girl looked at the back of the small sword holding the hilt in front of her, her face was full of pain, and at this moment, Rouge seemed to vaguely see the first encounter. The appearance of Zhao Yushi.

　　Small body, thin back, wandering in the dust, and compared with the present, what remains unchanged is the spine that is always straight.

　　 Some people are born to fight and are unyielding, but Zhao Yu undoubtedly has to bear more. Then Rouge stepped forward gently, stretched out his hand to wrap around the waist of the young emperor before him, and his soft voice sounded from behind Zhao Yu:

　　 "Your Majesty has worked hard."

Although the mother of Great Xia, the mother of the world, tried to control her voice to be more stable, she still made some choking, and the tears got worse. Then Zhao Yu raised her left hand and patted the rouge ring around her waist. On the back of the hand, a gentle voice came out:

　　 "Believe in me, I am very powerful, and the fearlessness that I hold tightly at this time is the truth that my master taught me since I was a child. Retreating directly means defeat. Only by holding up the sword and moving forward can we break all the shackles.

　　 "The future of ours and Daxia is much more than that!"

　　 Smooth and indifferent, but with a voice that cannot be rejected, Zhao Yu directly forced his left hand and pulled out the small fearless wooden sword in his hand.

　　 After a year, Zhao Yu once again held fearless in his hand.

　　 Holding fearless in hand, fearless in heart!

At the same time, as Zhao Yu slowly drew up the wooden sword, within the entire Dragon Valley, a shocking dragon roar resounding from the depths of everyone’s soul suddenly descended between the heaven and the earth, and it became louder and louder. Finally, even the entire void began to tremble violently.

　　 The vast and endless dragon power, under the violent pressure from the sky, is like the night that is everywhere, the night that envelopes the whole body is rolling from all directions, there is no escape, no escape.

　　 "The mighty dragon, descended into the world, this true frost dragon has come to life!"

A series of shocking exclamations came from the mouths of the people on the bone city wall. With a breath, this true dragon entrenched on the giant's remains suddenly opened its eyes, and the dragon roars between heaven and earth. The sound reached its peak in an instant, and at the same time the mighty dragon rushed violently, causing a lot of ripples on the large array of everyone.

After 　　 ten breaths, the Frost Dragon slowly raised the head occupying the entire half of the sky, and looked down at the lower part. Underneath, Zhao Yu held the sword and slowly withdrew it.

　　 Then the young emperor raised his head, the head of a true dragon icy reflected in his ebony eyes, his lips were slightly opened, and his voice came out faintly:

　　 "I haven't seen you in a year, so don't come here unharmed?"

　　Gun Gundi sound fell, Zhao Yu directly pulled out the wooden sword and held it in his hand. After an instant, the frost dragon roared up to the sky, as if to respond, and then its huge body rose up, burst into frost, and completely dissipated.

Wushuang Shuanghua flew, and a blizzard fell in the entire Valley of Giants. Under the snow flies, Zhao Yu threw the wooden sword in his hand to Liang Po behind, and the calm and majestic emperor's voice was clearly transmitted to everyone around him. Side:

　　 "Get up and go back to the palace!"

　　 "No!"

　　Liangpo nodded in response, but his hand was two things more than when he had been.

　　 A black umbrella, a wooden sword.