Titan City.
Since Sifang City was destroyed a hundred years ago in a battle known as the "Sifang Demon Tribulation", this ten thousand-year-old city built on the mountain has once again become the core ruling place of the North.
On this day, the wind was calm and the sun was beautiful.
The Giant City built on the mountainside is decorated with lights and colors everywhere, making it extremely festive.
The ninth princess of this generation of the Giant God Clan, the great-granddaughter of Song Youque, the Heavenly Sword, is getting married today.
She is already over 40 years old, but she is still charming and charming. Her curvy figure is wrapped in her wedding dress. Her red hijab covers her bun and pretty face, making her look like a shy little daughter-in-law.
No one could have imagined that this was actually her third marriage.
The groom, a fair-skinned little scholar, followed behind the beautiful Song Mingyue and was pushed forward by two maids, like a frightened little quail.
When~~~
The melodious bell rang, echoing in the Titan City halfway up the mountain.
It announced the beginning of a wedding banquet, and sounded like a death knell for today's Titan City.
"Worship the heaven and the earth..."
The festive shouts just started ringing.
Before the smiles appeared on everyone's faces, an indescribable sadness suddenly arose in their hearts for no reason, and tears almost fell.
"What...what's going on?"
"Who's causing trouble again?"
"How dare you, an expert, ruin the good deeds of our Giant God City!"
Angry shouts resounded throughout the Giant God City.
What followed was an extremely powerful momentum.
A hundred years have passed, and the Titan Clan has plundered resources from all over the North and trained one Yuan Shen Grandmaster after another, and their strength has long surpassed what they were before.
He also acted increasingly arrogantly.
Now... someone dares to disrupt the Ninth Princess's wedding?
The gods of the giant god clan were furious.
boom!
Before they could react, the towering city gate burst into pieces with a bang.
Zhao Ling was dressed in a black robe, with a black hood covering his head, and he walked slowly into the Titan City alone.
The lonely and indifferent figure is like a peerlessly independent immortal king walking in the long world.
And like a cold and ruthless peerless devil, a fierce murderous aura instantly filled the whole city.
In her hand she held an ordinary spear.
A bloody long knife floated quietly behind him.
"Be bold!"
The loud sound of the city gate shocked the entire Titan City.
A fierce sword light suddenly fell from the sky.
It was a three-meter-tall Yuanshen Grandmaster of the giant god clan, looking at Zhao Ling with murderous eyes.
The blood-drinking magic knife behind him buzzed and trembled, just about to take action.
Zhao Ling suddenly looked up.
A shot shot to the sky, penetrating the void.
'Pfft~~'
The giant god clan's soul paused in mid-air, his eyes widening in astonishment.
This shot seemed to exceed the speed of the world, instantly piercing his chest and piercing out from his back.
With a bang, the three-meter-high corpse fell to the ground.
The splash of blood shocked everyone who came after him.
Da, da, da~~
In front of the quiet city gate, steady footsteps sounded.
Zhao Ling moved forward step by step, as if he didn't see the powerful enemies surrounding him.
"Who are you?"
"What is the purpose of killing people as soon as they come?"
"Stop it!"
More than a dozen newly promoted Yuanshen Grandmasters arrived and roared in unison. The violent auras intertwined together really made Zhao Ling stop.
She looked around slowly.
He raised the spear in his hand and suddenly struck out again.
All of a sudden.
One after another, the shadows of guns are endless, like a violent storm with thousands of waves.
Puff puff puff~~~
There was a sound of a sharp weapon penetrating flesh.
One after another, the Yuanshen masters and Zhen Gang strong men fell down like mountains.
A prairie fire with a hundred strikes - a group attack method that Zhao Ling honed with endless killings under the Demon Cave in the Snowy Mountains.
The fastest speed in the world, instantly kills everyone who is besieged.
This process can be described as smooth and smooth, giving people a refreshing feeling.
The entire Titan City suddenly became very quiet.
The only sound left was Zhao Ling's footsteps as he walked towards the ancestral hall of the giant god clan in the center of the city.
The heart of Zhanqing Dao is like a bright mirror, reflecting everything in the world. She clearly felt that an unparalleled aura, fierce and domineering, like the power of heaven and man... was rising from the center of the city.
"Who is she?"
The Ninth Princess Song Mingyue almost collapsed on the ground, staring blankly at the corpses of more than a dozen giant gods. Among these people are her brothers, uncles, and even...father!
"Dad~~~"
With a cry of sorrow, Song Mingyue held her new husband's hand, her eyes darkened and she almost fainted.
She never thought that one day, Titan City would be attacked, and her side... had almost no backhand power.
Who is this peerless female devil? What grudges do you have against them...
"She...it's her..."
An old man, who was so old that his breath was about to fall into the realm of soul, walked slowly with a cane.
Looking at Zhao Ling's back, he suddenly took a long breath.
Showing an expression of disbelief.
"Grandpa... who is she?" A young man supported the old man and asked curiously.
"A hundred years ago...the sword demon's widow..."
"I didn't expect... I really didn't expect... a hundred years later, she... really came to seek revenge... cough cough cough."
"Who is the Sword Demon?" The young man looked confused.
The old man coughed violently while pressing his chest. Excitement surged into his heart, but he could no longer speak.
Killed more than ten souls with one shot.
Everyone in the Giant God Clan couldn't help but throw a rat weapon, and no one dared to stop Zhao Ling's pace.
Suddenly.
The sky above Titan City was surging.
A ray of skylight suddenly appeared, like a peerless sword light breaking through the void.
Immediately afterwards, a figure stepped out of the void, as if a heavenly being had descended into the world.
"Ancestor...it's our ancestor who has come out of seclusion!"
"Great! Our ancestors travel across the North and are unparalleled. They will be able to kill this crazy woman with one sword!"
"Kill her, kill her!"
"Ancestor, unparalleled in the world!"
The shouts spread throughout the huge city surrounding the entire mountain.
The Titan clan members who had been sluggish just now suddenly seemed to see their backbone, and they were all very excited.
"Heavenly Sword..." The calm voice did not contain any emotion.
Zhao Ling raised his head, revealing a face covered with scars.
She quietly looked at Linxu in the sky, walking towards her step by step, the supreme sword of the giant gods - Song Youque.
A bronze-colored sword light fell from the sky and fell into Song Youque's hands.
He looked at Zhao Ling indifferently and said calmly: "Are you here to take revenge?"
"I'll kill you."
Zhao Ling did not refute or agree.
The two statements have completely different meanings.
All of a sudden.
Without any warning, the two peerless masters, who seemed to have lost all human emotions, launched a shocking attack simultaneously.
The shadows of spears filled the sky endlessly, like a violent storm with thousands of waves. Suddenly, it turned into a bunch and appeared in front of Song Youque at a speed exceeding the speed visible to the naked eye. What greeted the shot was a domineering and fierce bronze sword light.
This knife is different from a hundred years ago, and seems to be able to cut through all the imperfections in time.
Boom.
The dazzling light obscured the vision of countless people in the Titan City.
A prairie fire with a hundred blows VS with one missing sword.
Who wins? Who is responsible?
Soon, the light dissipated.
Song Youque still stood quietly in the sky, with no wind or clouds around him.
Zhao Ling stood on the ground, his spear flying across the sky, pointing directly at the Supreme Heavenly Sword of the North, his black robe flying in the wind.
Tiandao Song Youque fought for the first time in a hundred years - evenly matched.
"How can it be?"
"She...who is she?"
"How can...how can I take the sword from my ancestor and remain unscathed!"
However.
The expressions of the two people fighting each other remained calm, as if they were unfazed by the result.
Zhao Ling raised his spear again and struck the sky from a distance.
This shot turns complexity into simplicity.
She came to this realization after nearly slaying a thousand-year-old demon several times under the Demon Cave in the Snowy Mountains.
Under the control of Ruoruo Mingjing's Qing-Zhan Dao Heart, the speed of this spear seemed to exceed the world's limit, instantly penetrating the void.
Zhao Lingren was behind the gun, and the spear in his hand turned into an unparalleled edge.
This shot.
She seemed to have put all her strength into it, vowing to pierce Song Youque's chest with one shot.
This shot is called: "Extreme."
