Facing this shot that represents the fastest speed in the world,
Song Youque's expression remained calm.
It was as if nothing in the world could shake his sanity.
Hundreds of years have passed.
'Song Youque', who was condensed from the Supreme Heavenly Sword, has reached the pinnacle of cultivation and completely stands at the pinnacle of the human world.
No one... can surpass it.
The bronze supreme heavenly sword fell.
"Destroy the robbery."
The dazzling sword light is like the most condensed sword in the world. It turns into the sharpest sword that can be issued in the realm of Yuanshen, and turns into the most dazzling sword in the world!
Buzz——
The fastest shot in the world collided with the most domineering sword light.
The terrifying shock was like a wave of water, spreading throughout the city instantly.
Countless giant gods were blown away, their houses collapsed, and the ten thousand-year-old city was left in shambles.
When they finally stabilized their figure.
Song Youque's calm voice came to his ears, "You are indeed in the True Gang realm."
True Gang Realm?
Everyone was stunned and cast incredulous looks at Zhao Ling.
This female demon... is actually only in the True Gang realm?
How can this be?
They...absolutely don't believe it!
Only a few old people who survived the killings and robberies back then looked at Zhao Ling, who was wearing a black robe and looked stunning, with wry smiles on their faces.
Don’t believe it?
The peerless sword demon who killed the Heavenly Sword a hundred years ago was also in the True Gang realm!
Song Youque stood in the air and looked at Zhao Ling below, a strange color finally flashed in his eyes.
Scenes of past memories seemed to reappear before my eyes.
One hundred and thirty years ago.
A handsome young man was walking with the monument in his hands. For this woman, he stabbed him four times.
a hundred years ago.
The sword demon returned to the north, carrying the Nine Nether Gate on his shoulders, burning everything he had in this life, and cutting off his missing body.
now.
Sure enough, she came too...
These people seemed to be opponents arranged by God for him. It was as if the grindstones were destined to appear in his life of infinite regrets.
"How lonely would Song's life be without you..." A sigh without any emotion.
The words fell.
His figure suddenly moved.
The momentum surged, and the tall body suddenly expanded countless times in an instant.
Ten feet, one hundred feet, three hundred feet... In the blink of an eye, Song Youque transformed into a thousand-foot giant, exuding brilliant brilliance.
A divine power that seemed to come from ancient times blessed the body of the Supreme Heavenly Sword of the North. His three-hundred-foot-long body seemed to be covered with a layer of light golden divine armor.
"Kamiwei!"
One hundred years have passed, and Song Youque's cultivation has already advanced further, completely merging the giant god and the divine power with one strike.
At this moment, he was an ancient giant living in this world.
"Roar--"
The ancient giant looked up to the sky and roared, holding high the peerless magic sword.
He fell heavily towards Zhao Ling on the ground.
This sword was like an ancient sacred mountain pressing down.
"This sword was developed by me as my enemy a hundred years ago."
The sound of Song Youque's ancient giant god's body was like a bell, resounding throughout the world, "But you...do you have a golden body with the power of nine dragons and nine elephants that is unparalleled in the world and can shake the heavens?"
The Baizhang Divine Sword crashed down.
"I don't."
Zhao Ling stood on the ground holding a spear.
He raised his head and looked quietly at the three hundred foot giant above his head.
Like an ant facing an ancient god.
Small and powerless.
"Compared with him, I am like a firefly fighting against the bright moon, like a small fish facing the vast sea. But..." Zhao Ling holds a spear in his hand, as if holding the most determined power in the world, and resolutely attacks the sky-covering sky. The sun-blinding sword struck out.
"... Mortals can also kill gods!"
One shot fired.
The void seemed to be shattered inch by inch.
Zhao Ling's eyelids closed and opened, his eyes were cold, and the reddish-brown Zhanqing Zhengang in his body seemed to be sublimated at this moment, and a hint of gray appeared one after another.
next moment.
On the front covered with red tassels, a trace of the worldly atmosphere suddenly appeared.
When people look at it, they can't help but think of forgetting the world of mortals.
"Sit and forget."
Zhao Ling flew out and faced the Baizhang Divine Sword like a giant tree shaking, with a resolute and calm look on his face.
This shot is as high as a mountain and as far as the sea... It's like walking to the end of life and forgetting everything before you can rest.
This is truly a missed shot.
The one brought by Zhao Ling has already surpassed Yang Gang's Zuowang Yida.
Only with such a shot that surpassed the limit and practiced the Heart-Severing Art, could she compete with Song Youque, who was at his peak and had been invincible in the world for three hundred years.
Ding~~
A clash of swords and guns.
Zhao Ling and the spear in his hand became one body, with the spear as the head, like an indestructible iron needle, piercing into the light of the hundred-foot sword.
Ding ding ding~~~
There were intensive crashes, firelight splashed out, and the strong sharpness stung like needles, making everyone unable to open their eyes.
But he couldn't bear to look away, lest he miss this rare battle in the world.
A doubt arose in their minds.
'Why...this woman who has never appeared in the North is so powerful? '
The power of this woman is so incredible!
However, it’s time to end, right?
I saw that ordinary spear moving forward inch by inch in the light of a hundred feet of swords.
finally.
With a 'boom' sound, the terrifying sword light crashed down, drowning Zhao Ling's figure and the street buildings hundreds of meters around her.
Rumble~~
The sky was full of smoke and dust, covering the entire area.
"it is finally over!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and smiled on their faces.
"pole."
next moment.
A shocking edge shot out of the sky.
Zhao Ling was covered in blood, holding the ordinary spear tightly in his hand. With the blessing of Zhanqing Zhengang, he shot towards the three hundred feet tall giant god clan heavenly sword in the sky - Song Dynasty. There is a shortage.
How could he give up so easily after decades of toughness honed in the devil's cave under the snow-capped mountains?
Shot after shot, from weak to strong. It gave people a strange feeling, as if she was... imitating that person back then and re-walking the same path he had taken!
Use Zhen Gang to cut off the sky with a sword.
Accomplished this feat that shocked the world.
"enough."
A deep shout sounded like the majesty of a god falling over the Titan City.
Song Youque finally showed a hint of impatience on his face as he faced Zhao Ling's seemingly tireless attacks with gun after gun.
However, a pair of eyes are still as indifferent and ruthless as a heavenly being.
His figure suddenly shrank, and he faced Zhao Ling with the heavenly sword in his hand, condensing his aura to the extreme.
then.
Suddenly he slashed out with a knife.
"No shortage of!"
The sword was swung out, and the void was shattered.
A perfect knife!
A hundred years later, Song Youque, the Heavenly Sword, truly reached his peak with his sword.
This knife cuts out.
He seemed to have entered a strange state.
The long knife in his hand made a perfect slash and struck Zhao Ling in an instant. But it didn't cause any wounds. It didn't seem like the knife cut her body.
But...soul.
This sword is perfect for heaven and earth. As long as you belong to this world...no one can escape it.
Song Youque sighed.
Looking at Zhao Ling, he shook his head and chuckled: "I have truly perfected the art of swordsmanship and entered the realm of perfection. Even if he is resurrected... he will never be able to defeat me again. In this world, I have no expectations in my heart..."
"There are no more regrets..."
"Yeah?"
Zhao Ling's calm voice sounded.
The ordinary spear in his hand traced an ordinary trajectory. It was as if the most ordinary shot in the world appeared in Song Youque's chest.
This shot is full of worldly nostalgia and full of human emotions and desires.
Only by experiencing it can you know how to forget...
The Immortal Lord Wangchen accumulated in three lifetimes, turned into Wangchen, and entered the world of mortals.
This shot.
It's called 'The Gun of Red Dust'.
This shot landed with incomparable precision on the heart of Song Youque, the Heavenly Saber.
