"Blocked?" When he saw a frozen sword falling on Feihu Snow Mountain, he shuddered fiercely, but there was no change at all.
There were some differences among the people watching the battle.
"This Liu Sanjian is a bit unworthy of his name."
"I thought his three swords were so powerful. In my opinion, this Zhenwu Holy Sect is really on its last legs."
You must know that there is too much movement in the Eastern Continent this time, except for the Eight Kings and the Zhenwu Holy Sect.
In fact, the entire Yuanyang Continent is looking at this place.
Any slight disturbance can cause uproar.
Although not everyone will be there to watch the battle, many big forces still have telescopes, space-time crystals and the like.
Because this war will completely change the pattern of the entire Eastern Continent.
Where should Zhenwu Shengsong, this ancient and aging force go? This is also an ending.
………
Ignoring other whispers, Wang Shusheng blocked this incident.
But his expression changed slightly.
Under the sword, only he understood the power of it.
"Kacha, kacha."
The sword only trembled at first, but then, dense cracks appeared on the huge snow mountain.
This sword divides from the inside out.
Nothing seems to be visible from the surface, but the snow-capped mountains are split from within.
Moreover, after the snow mountain shattered, the sword did not stop. The sword energy transformed and turned into thousands of sharp swords, soaring straight into the sky.
Then the flames burned from above.
It was just a sword, but it gave it countless visions.
This sword is ever-changing, this is Liu Sanjian's swordsmanship.
It is said that he killed three emperors with three swords. This is not a lie, but a true story.
Because his sword is not an ordinary sword, but a sword that is ever-changing and truly unpredictable.
At this moment, thousands of swords of flowing fire fell from the sky, turning into a shower of meteors and fire, and came towards Scholar Wang to kill him.
"Really strong," Wang Shusheng thought to himself.
He held out the Luo Shu in his hand again, and saw a yellow river reflected on the Luo Shu.
"Tongtian River," someone shouted.
The Tongtian River is located in the Western Continent and is not a river in the Eastern Continent, but this is not surprising.
Because what Luo Shu records is the mountains, rivers, and stars in the entire Yuanyang Continent.
Tongtian River is the largest sand river in the Western Continent. The sky is filled with dust and the river water is yellow all year round.
Moreover, things sink when they enter the river. What does this mean?
As long as something touches the Tongtian River, it will immediately sink to the bottom of the river and never float out.
This is also the reason why many people dare not approach Tongtian River.
At this moment, Luoshu reflected the water of the Tongtian River, and all the flowing fire and swords seemed to be swallowed by the Tongtian River.
No matter how bright the flames are or how vivid the swordsmanship is, there can't be a trace of wind and waves in front of the majestic Tongtian River crossed by yellow sand and dust.
After all the sword energy was swallowed up, Liu Sanjian still looked calm.
He waved his hand and shouted softly: "Explode."
In an instant, the sword changed three times, and all the sword energy that had been swallowed exploded in an instant.
The power of the explosion can be imagined.
Even the Tongtian River cannot suppress it, and this is not the real Tongtian River, it is just a reflection.
"Boom, boom, boom."
The Tongtian River exploded, the waves surged, and the majestic river jumped thousands of miles.
Wang Shusheng's figure retreated quickly. Although he was fast, he was still affected by the aftermath of the explosion.
A sword energy landed on his abdomen.
Wang Shusheng groaned and looked at Liu Sanjian with a deep look.
Just one sword, so much change.
You must know that he still had Luo Shu to protect him, but he was still slightly injured, which made Wang Shusheng a little afraid to take the remaining two swords.
In the past, Liu Sanjian once killed an emperor with one sword. Now, Scholar Wang can take the next sword with only minor injuries, which is enough to show his strength.
"Master Wang, let me help you." At this time, the Ten Thousand Flowers Fairy from Magpie Bridge Wonderland came over.
You must know that this time, although several major forces came out in full force, they selected enough of the elites in the sect.
But the people who came this time were basically the principals of their respective sects, like some ancestors, but not many came.
After all, the alliance of the eight kings, plus the living immortal Li Changsheng, this is Li Changsheng's stage.
There is no need for any ancestor to come.
The Ten Thousand Flower Fairy stepped forward, and countless petals scattered in the void, like flowers falling from the sky.
The petals carry a fragrant aroma, and the Ten Thousand Flower Fairy is dressed like a fairy, her temperament is elegant, and she is like the bright moon.
"Senior Liu, how about the two of us working together to fight you?"
Fairy Wanhua's voice was like a whisper, gentle and a bit crisp. After all, she was a fairy-like figure.
"Yes," Liu Sanjian nodded calmly.
He knew that the more enemies he held back, the less attacks the sect-protecting formation would receive.
"Why don't I come and learn some lessons?" At this time, a jeering laugh sounded.
Everyone turned around and saw that the three demon kings in the Nightmare Abyss, the Hell Demon King, the Insect Demon King and the Fire Demon King, were somewhat ready to make a move.
It seems that the belligerent genes in the body are awakening, the blood is burning, and the true form of the devil is revealed.
At this time, before Liu Sanjian could answer, another cold snort came from the Zhenwu Saint Sect below.
"You three demon kings want to fight, so I will accompany you to fight," the voice was not old, but rather domineering.
"It's Xiao Guizi," Lin Ruhu was the first to react among the people watching the battle from a distance.
Xiao Guizi, formerly known as Zhang Guilin.
In the early days of Xu Zimo, only he and Lin Ruhu were by his side.
Later, Xu Zimo became the great emperor, and Lin Ruhu's martial arts ambition never died, and he wanted to see the path to the peak.
Xiao Guizi, on the other hand, chose to stay in Zhenwu Shengzong, marry a wife and have children.
There's nothing wrong with that.
Everyone has his own life.
Xiao Guizi is still alive now, but she is probably too old to look good.
The sun and the moon fly like flies through the vicissitudes of the sea.
Old friend...sigh.
It's a pity that under the great road of Yuanyang Continent, there is only one path that can carry the destiny.
Xiao Guizi is obviously not a destined person, and his strength has not been very strong over the years.
This is determined by the rules of heaven and earth.
Yuanyang Continent does not have the soil to breed strong men, so every generation of emperors will choose to ascend.
………
At this moment, Xiao Guizi's voice sounded.
I saw a young man walking out of Zhenwu Shengzong.
When the young man stepped into the sky, the sky seemed to feel something. Golden lotuses surged from the sky and the earth, and all living things worshiped him. Green air surged up, and the scorching sun rose in the sky.
The sky condensed into pieces of steps, and as the young man stepped into the sky, they seemed to be paved with floors under his feet.
Although this is a young man, the aging in his body can already be clearly felt.
This young man's time has come.
When he appeared, the sky was silent, and there was great power in his old age.
