Some people become legends while they are still alive.
Wang Xianzhi is a legend, Deng Tai'a is a legend, Li Chungang is a legend... Murong Tonghuang is undoubtedly this kind of person, the only difference is that he is a legend among legends.
Speaking of Murong Tonghuang, apart from his stunning appearance, he may also be dressed in black.
Black is undoubtedly the purest and deepest color.
Black also represents loneliness and sadness...
When Emperor Murong Tong came out of the world dressed in black, there was a wave of "black clothes fever" in the world, which has not dissipated to this day. Many rangers especially like to wear black clothes. After learning that Murong Wudi's swordsmanship is extraordinary and not inferior to the old and new sword gods, many swordsmen who originally liked white clothes also wear black clothes.
For a time, everything in the world was dark.
In Liyang there is Chen Zhibao in white, Cao Changqing in green, and... Murong Tonghuang in black.
At this time, Emperor Murong Tong was like a black sword blade, piercing the sky, standing majestic and motionless. No matter how dark the rivers and lakes are, it never changes its color.
In this dark and stormy world, there are the old sword god Li Chungang, the peach blossom sword god Deng Tai'a, the sword-wielding ancestor Sui Xiegu, the great devil Liu Songtao a hundred years ago, the new leader of Zhulu Mountain in Baiyi Luoyang, and the Spring and Autumn Sword. There is Jia Qi Lian Hua, there is Sword Eleven Yellow Formation Picture, there is Soul-Taking Rakshasa Xuanyuan Qingfeng, there is Wudang Wang Xiaoping, there is Dragon Tiger Qi Xianxia...
Every name represents the romance of a generation.
And from Luoyang eight hundred years ago to the rising star Xuanyuan Qingfeng, eight hundred years passed.
However, under the influence of the martial arts from generation to generation, Murong Tonghuang always smiled, dealt with it calmly, and sometimes walked forward slowly, not as if he was dealing with the world's masters, but as if he was strolling in his own back garden. Oh, this Guniu Dagang is indeed his backyard.
This battle.
Murong Tonghuang is a great romantic.
The romance in the world is just a small romance in front of him.
"My dear, this Emperor Murong Tong is really incredible. He fights a martial arts world by himself. I never dare to think like this in my fucking dreams. He is so arrogant."
Wen Hua and other experts who had never participated in this battle retreated a hundred feet away.
Wen Hua sighed loudly, and then turned his attention to the old man who had already carried the sword. The old man seemed to feel Wen Hua's gaze, turned his head, and grinned, revealing his missing front teeth.
"This world is really hard to see through. It's just that you, Xu Fengnian, are the son of a luxurious family. This old Huang is also a master. He seems to be my senior brother. Xiaonian, you said that when we discussed nicknames, you imagined top masters What a glorious time, is Lao Huang laughing at me in his belly?"
Xu Fengnian sighed: "Wen Hua, can't you shut up? This is a battle that is rare in thousands of years. If you learn one and a half moves, you will benefit a lot."
Wen Hua puffed up his chest confidently: "No."
"You guy..."
Xu Fengnian sighed.
"Xiao Nian, you said that Lao Huang and the others can't beat Murong Wudi. This is the best lineup we have put together in the Central Plains."
Wen Hua put his arms around his shoulders and said with a smile.
Xu Fengnian rolled his eyes and said: "How do I know?! But it's not easy for either side to win or lose."
…
On the Guniu hill.
There was a constant roar.
Li Chungang, Deng Tai'a and others have their own romantic affairs, which they would never dream of. One day there will be a powerful enemy in the world who is worthy of joining forces.
However, after this fight, everyone present had a deeper understanding of their respective martial arts principles. Even if they had never had the experience of joining forces before, their qi were all connected with each other, and they seemed to have become a common advance and retreat. Overall.
It's a pity that this kind of alliance looks very ridiculous in Yulian City.
Their martial arts concepts and cultivation realms are different, but they are just forcibly blending Qi and Qi together. As long as Yu Liancheng is willing, it can be broken at any time.
Everyone looked at each other.
Liu Songtao suddenly took a step forward, and a shadow of the Ming King with thousands of hands and heads appeared behind him. His eyes were wide open with anger, and his eyes seemed to be burning with boundless karma fire, trying to burn away all the filth in the world.
The phantom of King Ming stood in front of Yulian City and punched out, causing the void to shake.
Yu Liancheng punched this Ming King.
This King Ming is unexpectedly powerful.
Towering like Mount Tai.
In the end, Yu Liancheng punched five times before defeating him.
Liu Songtao also vomited blood, turned pale, and flew out upside down.
But there was clearly a smile on the corner of his mouth.
He just wanted to temporarily block Yu Liancheng for a moment, buying time for those behind him to take action.
"Hey, Murong boy, are you ready to be beaten?"
Li Chungang stood in the void and smiled. Thousands of peach wood swords were breathing green snake sword energy.
In the past, green snakes with two sleeves galloped through the rivers and lakes.
Today two thousand green snakes want to swallow the sky.
God's heaven.
In the past, someone called himself Tianzun.
But now more and more people are called Murong Wudi or Murong Shuangkui.
"disease."
Rest, rest, rest!
With a soft cry, thousands of peach wood swords flashed with sharp energy, pierced through the void, and enveloped Yulian City like a heaven and earth net.
"Mrs. Deng came to ask for advice."
Deng Tai'a held the Tai'a sword, which was full of spirituality, and stabbed out with one sword.
The Peach Blossom Sword God, who was the number one in the Zhixuan and unparalleled in murdering people, the sword he thrust out at this moment was simply astonishing.
Wherever the sword edge passed, there seemed to be an extremely terrifying aura. Regardless of flowers, plants, trees, birds or animals, once any trace of them is picked off, they will immediately burst into pieces and be destroyed.
"Cao Changqing picked up the thunder from the sky and sent it to Murong Wudi." Cao Guanzi, dressed in green clothes, descended from the sky, hunted in green clothes, picked up the thunder from the sky and returned to the world.
No.
more specifically.
It is the hand holding the thunder pool back to the world.
He opened his hands and held up a thunder pool.
There were countless lightning bolts gathering in the thunder pool, and the "rumbling" shook the heaven and earth.
The next moment, the thunder pool shattered and turned into a huge beam of light falling from the sky, attacking Yulian City with a terrifying energy that destroyed everything.
Li in white clothes carefully took off the rosary beads scratched from his chest, and his skin glowed with golden light, like a diamond coming to the world.
He untied the string and took out the beads one by one, with a look of pain on his face.
Every moment, the Buddha beads, carrying the boundless power of Buddha, kept flying out, and one hundred and eight Buddha beads condensed into a formation.
The formation is like a mountain, with faint Sanskrit sounds singing. The Buddha is in the center of the mountain, and the Bodhisattvas and Arhats are like the sand of the Ganges River.
The formation suppressed the
Old Huang grinned, revealing two missing front teeth.
With a wave of his arm, several flying swords turned into a sword light as bright as the Milky Way, vast and boundless, which was the "half-endless" of Sword Eleven.
During this period of time, although Lao Huang had some vague insights into the twelfth form "Boundless", he was obviously more familiar with the eleventh form "Half Limitless" and was more powerful.
Qi Lianhua's sword light fell, thousands of miles of frost.
Sui Xiegu, the sword-eating ancestor, spit out thousands of sword energy.
Wudang Wang Xiaoping took half of the Shejiang River to make a sword, which is similar to Wang Xianzhi's "Shanlai".
Qi Xianxia, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, Baiyi Luoyang, Jiang Si...
These masters, who were shaking every time they stomped their feet in the arena, used their own unique skills one by one, and spared no effort to attack Yulian City.
Even if he can't defeat the best in the world, he will be disgraced and never dare to underestimate the world's masters again.
Boom!
Boom!
In just a moment, wind and thunder gathered, and the void trembled.
The tyrannical and violent energy swept across the world, roaring violently, towering trees rising from the ground, and boulders weighing thousands of kilograms rumbled and trembled, then exploded one after another, and were shattered into powder by the strong wind. The ground collapsed and was reduced layer by layer, as if it had been stolen by an invisible hand.
The whole world seemed to be facing the end of the world. Even Huishan Mountain was shaking violently. Large areas of the mountain collapsed, making loud noises like thunder.
The overall power of everyone's combined attack may be slightly inferior to Wang Xianzhi's "Mountain Come", but Wang Xianzhi kept crushing them down, while everyone exploded with the most dazzling and violent combat power in an instant.
The martial arts people at the foot of the mountain retreated hurriedly, crying for their fathers and mothers.
This didn't even allow for a close-up view of the battle, so how could it affect Chi Yu? It was too overbearing.
A huge amount of smoke and dust was raised on Guniu Dagang, and Li Chungang and others stood up out of thin air, condescending.
Everyone looked at each other with smiles on their faces, obviously very satisfied with this cooperation.
"Murong boy, do you still dare to underestimate the world's masters now?"
Li Chungang chuckled, put his hands behind his back, and his clothes were flying. At this time, he looked like a sword god.
"Hehehe, they all seem to be working together, but in fact they are arrogant and their attacks are scattered and weak. Are they trying to tickle me?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind suddenly rolled up on the ground, blowing away a huge amount of smoke and dust in the sky. A black figure was revealed, standing still, his body spotless.
Everyone's expressions became serious.
The corners of many masters' mouths were even bitter.
"You said you, it doesn't hurt if you hit someone, why are you out here wandering around in the world?"
Yu Liancheng's eyes glowed with dazzling light, and his left eye was like the sun in the sky, blazing and burning the void. Having eyes is like the starry sky and the moon at night, eternal loneliness, cold and desolate.
With one step, the entire Huishan Mountain was in turmoil. With him as the center, the powerful Qi exploded. The sand, earth and rocks rose up like a tsunami in the ocean, rolled up like a dragon, and impacted in all directions.
Just when the dirt was flying, Yu Liancheng opened his fingers and suddenly clenched them into fists. There were black cracks spreading across the center of the fist, as if the space had been scratched. He punched the sky with a punch, and the power of the sky and the earth were affected by this punch, and he struck a blow that merged with the sun and the moon.
The power of the fist soared into the sky, striking at dozens of the world's top masters without distinction.
"When it comes to fighting, you still have to look at me, Murong Wudi."
…
The heavy snowfall in Huishan is over.
Emperor Murong Tong defeated Wang Xianzhi first, and then fought against the best master in the world.
The previous fight was earth-shattering.
In particular, Wang Xianzhi's Weapon Mountain is an unprecedented move.
It's a pity that this peerless martial artist who could challenge Lu Zu was defeated by Emperor Murong Tong. Before his death, his soul was divided into three, giving the Central Plains three great opportunities.
As for the second battle, because the duel took place on Mount Hui, thousands of people at the foot of the mountain did not witness the battle and did not know how the battle would be won.
However, the masters from the Central Plains who were lucky enough to obtain the Snow Order and see the outcome of this battle kept it secret. Although there are sporadic news circulating in the world, they are all based on rumors.
The only thing that was known was that Emperor Murong Tong became the co-leader of the Central Plains martial arts world.
…
Inside Tingchao Pavilion.
Xu Xiao saw with his own eyes that Xu Fengnian dragged the young man named Wen Hua out of the house. Looking in that direction, it was clearly the most famous Zijin Tower in Liangzhou.
Smiling, he returned to the pavilion and sat opposite the chief staff member Li Yishan. This poisonous man originally had only a short time, but Emperor Murong Tong used methods to extend his life. He still has a few more years left to live, and he will also witness the next scene with his own eyes. The thrilling Liangmang war.
"Brother Yuanying, Mr. Murong has become the leader of the martial arts alliance. Under his order, many martial arts masters have joined the Beiliang army one after another. In the next Liangmang battle, I, Beiliang, have a better chance of winning."
Li Yishan said calmly: "Although these martial arts people are good at martial arts, one is worth ten, and one is worth a hundred. But most of them are unruly and self-righteous, and they need to be disciplined."
Xu Xiao laughed: "It's none of my business. I'm just a rich man now. I'll leave it to you to worry about it."
"You feel relaxed." Li Yishan chuckled, turned to look north, and said leisurely: "I heard the horseshoes, and I saw the smoke. The battle of Liangmang...The battle of Liangmang is not far away."
…
The bamboo sea in southern Sichuan is as green as the sky.
A group of people strolled through it, feeling like they were among the gods.
There was a man dressed in white, with a face as bright as jade, but compared to the former scholars in Zhuhai who climbed high and looked far into the distance, he had an indescribable aura of a battlefield.
Another older man has a bookish air and is more in line with the style of a pure scholar. He just looked pale and kept coughing.
Behind the two of them followed a graceful woman whose beauty was unparalleled in Shu.
The three of them are all famous, Chen Zhibao in white, Xie Guanying of the Xie family, and Xie Xie, the hostess of the Chun Tie Cottage, the largest sect in Xishu. At the same time, she was also a chess piece dropped by Xie Guanying in the past.
The three of them climbed up the stairs. The mountain was winding and the cliffs were cut like swords. When they reached the top of the mountain, Suolong Cliff, they could look out into the distance and see the bamboo sea in full view.
"Ahem." Xie Guanying's cough broke the silence, and there were bright red blood stains on the handkerchief.
Chen Zhibao glanced at him: "Are you seriously injured?"
"Yeah, that girl is really aggressive."
Xie Guanying's face was pale, but he showed a proud smile: "She is indeed my Xie Guanying's daughter. Her martial arts talent is really good. In the future, she may succeed Wang Xianzhi and become the unbeatable second in the world. If I hadn't been so good at escaping, this time There’s no way I can come back.”
Chen Zhibao laughed and changed the subject: "What about the heavy snowfall?"
"Sure enough, I guessed it right. Emperor Murong Tong wanted to gather the fortune of the world for eight hundred years and become an unprecedented leader. This leader has amazing power and can even appoint leaders of various sects. There is no way. , whoever wins the battle depends on whose fist is big, that guy’s fist is really too big.”
Xie Guanying sighed, and then there was a hint of coldness in the corner of his mouth. He looked up at the sky and said leisurely: "But for an unruly guy like this, the immortals above who fish for luck and plan the world will not let him go casually. He is invincible in the world. , can you beat that group of immortals?"
"Haha, Immortal." Chen Zhibao's mouth had a hint of coldness.
Xie Guanying knew in his heart that Chen Zhibao had no feelings for the immortals in heaven, and even had the slightest malice.
After all, immortals use all human beings as pawns, and Chen Zhibao is also an important pawn. For someone who is so proud of the White Soldier Sage, how can he be willing to be a puppet?
Xie Guanying smiled and looked at the woman behind him: "Thank you, there are six out of the ten beauties on the snowy plains of Huishan. I think Emperor Murong Tong might want to collect beauties from all over the world, so you have to be prepared."
Xie smiled lightly, blooming like a hundred flowers: "Thank you for being a member of the Xie family."
Xie Guanying laughed, this was a very satisfactory answer.
At least, he was satisfied.
…
Beimang.
The royal account, which stretches like a majestic city, was moved to the Southern Dynasties.
Empress Beimang and her imperial master Taiping Ling looked south.
Empress Beimang said: "I guess the emperor heard about Emperor Murong Tong becoming the co-leader of the Central Plains martial arts world?"
The Taiping Order smiled and nodded.
The empress of Beimang said: "The war between Liangmang and Liangmang is about to begin. Under the call of Emperor Murong Tong, many masters from the Central Plains martial arts rushed to Beiliang. What does the emperor think of this matter?"
Taiping Ling pondered for a moment: "This matter is indeed beyond my expectation. In the first battle between Liang and Mang, I am afraid that I, Beimang, will lose."
Empress Beimang raised her eyebrows: "Oh? They are just some martial arts fools, and they all have higher aspirations than the sky. Dong Zhuo told me that on the battlefield, these martial arts masters are more afraid of death than ordinary soldiers at the beginning. Come on, even if you adapt to the rules of the battlefield, you still won't be able to do it in front of a mighty army."
Taiping Ling smiled bitterly and said: "The martial arts masters in the Central Plains are nothing, the main one is Emperor Murong Tong. This person is undoubtedly the enemy of thousands of people. If he personally participates in the battlefield, he can easily dominate the victory of a battle. Yes. He helped Beiliang, coupled with the recent emergence of talents in Beiliang, the high morale, and the impressive methods of the female King of Liang, the first Liangmang war is likely to fail."
The empress frowned: "What does the Taiping Order mean?"
"There is no need to use too many troops this time. Of course, the appearance has to be made. Wait for the second war. By then, we will be able to defeat Beiliang, destroy Liyang, and take control of the Central Plains." The Taiping Order smiled slightly and looked up. Sky.
"For us, this matter can wait and we can figure it out slowly. But among those arrogant and arrogant people in heaven, many people put their chips on my side in Beimang. The first Liangmang battle failed. They can't sit still during the second battle, and they are afraid that they will personally participate in it. If nothing else, they will at least hold back Emperor Murong Tong for us."
"So best."
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he encounters familiar people, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
There is almost no way to cleanse away the smell of blood on everyone in the Demon-Suppressing Division.
