The Hardest Opening System in History

app2();

read2();　　Wanjian Mountain has been standing in the west of Gwangju Metropolitan City for how long it has been. No matter what dynasty the human race has experienced, this heavenly sacred mountain of swordsmanship has been firmly rooted here.

　　 Above the vast land of Shenzhou, after every monk whose Taoist soul is a sword dies, his sword soul will not dissipate, but will fly across countless distances to the top of this ten thousand swords mountain and be buried in the lake.

　　 In fact, for countless years, there have been many masters of Wanjian Mountain. In every era, there are always powerful swordsmen who occupy this mountain composed of countless swords and accept all the swordsman’s adoration.

At the halfway point of Wanjian Mountain, there is a stone standing around two stories high. Its history is as old as Wanjian Mountain. It has witnessed historical changes and the development of kendo. Numerous swordsmen who went up and down the mountain walked in front of the stone. .

　　These monks repaired swords, discussed kendo, admired swords, and worshipped swords.

　　 Over time, an idea and a longing came into the heart of this stone:

　　 "It would be great if I also became a sword."

Once the world and all things live, then it is eligible to be favored by the heavens. Therefore, under the nourishment of the countless sharp edges of Wanjian Mountain, the stones are constantly changing subtly, even if every change takes countless hours, but the change is still there. Proceed steadily.

Its head became sharper and sharper, and its body became straighter and straighter. The years erased its rough surface, making it smoother and smoother. Gradually, it became a giant sword, a stone sword. !

　　 This is what it wants. After countless years, it finally becomes what it wants to be.

But nothing has changed. Except for the people who come and go or curious, or admiring words, no one really regards it as a sword, and when a sword cannot show its edge, it is not a sword, at best. It's just a sword-shaped stone.

　　 It is unwilling, it is dissatisfied, but it is still silent.

I don’t know how many years have passed. One day, a young man walked up from the foot of the mountain. His face was ordinary, and the sharpness on his body was not obvious. He came under the stone sword, raised his head, his eyes brightened, and then He blurted out excitedly:

　　 "Good sword!"

After the young man circled the stone sword three times, he slowly continued towards the top of the mountain. Shi Jian was already surprised by the situation, because the sword burial lake at the top of the mountain was far more valuable than it, but only passed it. After a short while, the young man turned back with a bucket of red lacquer, aside from speaking, he leaped onto the stone sword and began to write stroke by stroke.

　　Shi Jian He Cheng was so insulted, his whole heart roared silently, but he could only watch the youth writing the three scarlet characters of Wanjian Pavilion.

　　 Then the young man leaped down, looked at Shi Jian, clapped his hands and said:

　　 "You are a sword that ordinary people can't hold, including me, but from today, you are a member of my Wanjian Pavilion, and the safety of the entire sword pavilion depends on you!"

　　 In the decades after that, sword-like lofts were erected on Wanjian Mountain, recruiting tens of thousands of disciples, but in fact, the earliest members of the entire sword pavilion were young man Muronghe and this stone sword.

Murong and Yu Zangjian Lake, roaring to take out their swords, even if they only stabbed a sword, Shijian felt this intense desire and summoning, so it came, even if it would be broken into pieces, because it was the sword of the Wanjian Pavilion. !

Along with the violent penetration of the guardian stone sword, the entire Jianjian Lake's surface was directly sunken down from the place where Zhao Yu was standing as the center, and then countless water splashes rushed into the void, forming a shocking waterfall, accompanied by the incomparable strength The shock wave of, the space was completely torn apart in an instant, and a huge pitch black space appeared like a black hole, exuding infinite suction.

The entire void above Wanjian Mountain, the void and chaos outside the domain, the chaos of laws, countless water mist rising, covering the sky and obscuring the sun, but also completely shielding the sight of many people around, making even the great master above the crane , And can't really sense the specific situation below.

　　 Then Da Ri Wu Zong Lu Yao couldn't help taking a step forward, turning his head to look at Chu Zhengyang beside him, his white beard trembled, and he said anxiously:

　　 "Chu boy, I know that Er Dao Palace has deployed a ten-mile red formation on Wanjian Mountain below. Quickly tell the old man, what is the situation of the battle between Your Majesty below and Muronghe?"

　　 "Lord Lu, don't worry."

　　Chu Zhengyang first stretched out his hand and patted his daughter Chu Yanyan, who was tense and pinched the corner of his clothes tightly, then stretched out his right hand, gently pointed downward, and continued to speak:

"This stone spirit giant sword is far more powerful than imagined, so it just tore through my Zongshili Red Formation when it fell. It is now recovering and it will take some time, but I sensed the vastness of your Majesty Diwei, Your Majesty is fine, don't worry."

With Chu Zhengyang’s finger, the entire Wanjian Mountain below suddenly appeared peach blossoms one after another. Under the strong energy, they danced around, forming a huge formation, and the center of the formation has a The huge gap, at this time, a large number of peach petals are flying in, filling in.

Suddenly, directly above the entire Wanjian Mountain, a huge picture of mountains and seas slowly emerged, and then opened outward while a faint spirit of national luck dangled downwards, and the huge chaotic void above the sword buried lake All fill quickly, revealing the scene of the lake.

All the spectators were holding their breaths and staring at the bottom. They saw Zhao Yu and Murong and the two who had fought violently at the same place above the Burial Sword Lake. They had separated and stood on both sides of the lake. In front of him, the huge black hole in space is still raging.

On Zhao Yu's body, the light of the cyan-gold origin lingers, exuding pure wind law fluctuations, making the upright body in the flying robe seem to be hidden in another dimension, if it is looming, and at the same time the small wound on his cheek , The blood has stopped, but it is difficult to heal for a long time because of the incomparable kendo edge.

And because of this pathological wound, Zhao Yuben’s angry face was not [biqudao.xyz], and added a bit of sorrow. The young emperor faintly looked at Muronghe, who was half squatting on the lake, with both eyes. There is still no fluctuation in it.

　　 In front of Murong He, most of the original two-story stone sword from the mountain gate was inserted under the lake surface, revealing only a bare hilt full of cracks.

But at this time everyone's eyes were condensed on Muronghe involuntarily, and then the eyes widened, and only a moment of hairs were standing upright, because at this time Muronghe, who was kneeling on one knee, had little sharp energy left, a lot Blood gushed out from his mouth, dripping on his chest, scarlet, but the most shocking thing was that Muronghe's left arm was empty at this time.

　　The first sword repair of the Daxia human race, lost a left arm.

　　 Zhao Yu cut off Murong and an arm!