The Hardest Opening System in History

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read2();　　 Gwangju of Great Xia, west of the Metropolitan City, on the top of Wanjian Mountain, the edge disappeared, and the originally broken void was slowly repairing itself under the laws of the vast land of China.

This earth-shattering, sacred battle of the Weeping Ghosts and Gods came to an end, and the heavy rain above the sky reappeared, continuing to fill the night sky of Gwangju, as if nothing had happened before. .

　　 Although time can smooth everything, but some things and things are destined to be remembered by history and people.

The Sword Burying Lake on Wanjian Mountain has no water, nor any sword soul, only an unfathomable dark hole is exposed, and above the void of the pit, Zhao Yu and Muronghe stand face to face. A severed misty blood sword, together with the ice, fell feebly into the pit below, leaving a very sad path.

　　 This is the end of Daxia Kendo, destined to be desolate!

Zhao Yu, who had cut off an entire kendo, still looked as indifferently as Pinghu. The three avenue flowers that burned on the brows gradually extinguished and turned into blood-red cinnabar lines. The young emperor’s left cheek had a line The small wound added a hint of coldness to his unusually handsome face.

　　 Zhao Yu’s black eyes and Murong and the blood-filled eyes looked at each other at the same place, but surprisingly, the killing intent in both eyes was not strong.

　　 The look in the eyes of the young emperor is serious, while Murong He is guilty.

　　 "Your Majesty, the skill is not as good as human beings. I am willing to bow down to the wind without any complaints. It is just that the kendo is cut off from my own hands. I am really ashamed."

　　 A faint voice came from Murong He's mouth, and then in his blood-filled eyes, the color of guilt became thicker and even gushing out, like two lines of blood and tears, then Murong He continued to speak:

　　 "I am a student of the sword, and I hope that your majesty will take care of one or two. Daxia kendo is damaged in my hands, but I have a hunch that the sword will be recast in the hands of the student of the sword.

　　 After Muronghe's not-so-serious voice fell, there was a hoarse sob from the distant shore. Then Muronghe raised his head and looked at the tearful girl who was kneeling on the shore and smiled gently.

　　 "Woo, woo!"

The muddy, extremely weak Jiansheng was unable to utter any words at this time, so he could only sob and cry, then Zhao Yu's gaze passed through the rain curtain and darkness, staring at Jiansheng's body, lips lightly opened, gently Di Yin heard:

　　 "I have always had a clear gratitude and grievances. You Jian Pavilion and I had a good relationship before, I remember."

　　 "Thank you, Your Majesty."

　　 At the next breath, the expression of the first person in Daxia Swordsmanship became solemn, his whole body straightened instantly, and his final sharp burst broke out, turning into a roar that resounded through the world:

　　 "I, Muronghe, live with the sword, and die for the sword. I am willing to suffer from the sufferings of generations, just to make up for my fault!"

After 　　 roared, Zhao Yu pursed his lips, clenched the evil sickle in his hand, raised his hand and waved forward slightly.

　　 An icy blue arc flashed across the void again, only this time, it passed Murong and the neck.

　　 A deafening thunder suddenly sounded between the heaven, the earth and the night sky, and a thunder that almost penetrated the heaven and the earth fell straight down, shining the entire night sky and the rain curtain instantly like day.

　　 Then the lightning flashes one after another on the top of Wanjian Mountain, and under the thunder of thunder, Murong He's not burly body fell straight from the sky toward the burial sword pit.

The burial sword pit, buried Murong and this Daxia, the most talented and sharpest sword since the founding of the country, and the so-called last trace of the rivers and lakes, and as the burial, it is the entire Daxia with a long heritage. kendo!

　　 "I never thought that the kendo, which was originally unique in the Daxia practice world, would die in this way, and things are impermanent!"

Looking at the kendo inheritance that fell into the pothole below, and at the same time ended, Dainichi Wuzong Lu Yao, also the head of the big sect, let out a deep sigh, his old face was full of sorrows, and the big masters around The same fell into silence.

To put it bluntly, this is the cruelty of this world. Every creature under the heavens is involuntarily born, just like a hundred geese struggling, for the so-called detachment, to pursue that illusory opportunity, and eventually it becomes life and death. .

　　 "Everything is suffering, it's hard to get over, it's hard to get over!"

Chu Zhengyang above the Linghe raised his head and let out a sigh. Then, with a light wave of his right hand forward, the countless peach blossoms below shattered in an instant, and countless petals gathered in one place, turning into a pink rainbow light. , Got into the big sleeve of the principal of the Great Xia Zonghengyuan.

　　 Then the Yanyan girl next to Chu Zhengyang looked around suspiciously.

She didn't understand why Her Majesty had won this turbulent and cruel battle. The father and the great masters beside her still felt so depressed, but the girl didn't care about it. Her eyes narrowed and revealed. A bright smile.

With the same big eyes squinted, there is also the center of Sitian Tower, the center of Sitian Tower, who is sitting upright and caressing her abdomen, and behind her, some elder officials have raised their sleeves. Covering his face, secretly wiped away tears.

　　 An uneasy heart suddenly fell to the ground, and the mood fluctuated sharply, so I cried with joy.

　　 Then Sima Annan raised his head and stared at the scroll of mountains and seas above, then took out a folding fan from his arms, swayed gently, and said faintly:

　　 "After tonight, whether it is the Daxia folk or the spiritual world, your majesty will be the well-deserved master!"

　　 Above the void of Wanjian Mountain in Gwangju, the sudden roar made all the monks waiting at the foot of the mountain tremble subconsciously. Then they raised their hands and wiped the rain on their faces, and opened their mouths to ask:

　　 "The coercion above the void has dissipated. It should be that this holy battle has ended, but I don't know how it will turn out?"

　　 As soon as the question came out, there was a cultivator with a higher level of cultivation. After a little thought, he responded:

　　 "Your Majesty's cultivation base is above the sky, he is incomparable, and looking at it just now, Murong He is mostly lost."

Everyone nodded. It is true that since the start of the battle, Zhao Yu's invincible posture has left an indelible impression on these monks. Then, as the monks eagerly waited, there was a louder thunder roar. Fengming.

　　 Fengming sings, the outcome is divided.

This phoenix sound penetrates countless spaces and directly resounds in everyone's minds. The next breath is the sergeants and countless monks standing at the foot of Wanjian Mountain, all the great masters in the sky, the taboo of the Radiant Nightmare, and the entire wide area. All the people in the city knelt together, and the sound of the mountains and the tsunami resounded from the sky:

　　 "Congratulations to your majesty for invincible war, invincible attack, invincible in the world!"

　　Blowing the sound of celebration, the top of Wanjian Mountain, the phoenix flapped its wings, turned into a golden glow, and rose into the sky.

　　 With the body of a mortal, Emperor Fuyao, who walks the power of the gods, was born to belong to the sky!