I’m The Emperor of All-Heavens

Southern Xinjiang.

Qifeng stand in great numbers, dangerous ridges and sacred mountains, looking far away with a knife and axe, looking closer at the layered rocks.

Gu Cheng is light car and simple, with only two people and two beasts behind him.

Shi Zhixuan, Fan Qinghui.

Phoenix, Xuangui.

Xuangui yielded. Those who follow the rules must use the rules to control it. So far, the four spirits, Divine Beast, are just the last True Dragon.

But a repressive breath also fell heavily on everyone’s hearts. The more powerful the powerhouse, the clearer the sense of crisis.

The ancestor of heavenly demon, getting out of trouble is imminent.

“In 20 years, to manage southern Xinjiang to this point, Song Que is indeed talented in governing the world!”

Gu Cheng was very indifferent, as if it was really a private visit on a microservice, boarding Peak, overlooking the Quartet.

There are several dozen li in the area. There are hundreds of villages hidden among the forest-covered mountains. The gates of each house are connected by a winding stone path. The terraces are stacked on top of each other and the water shines. .

In this autumn and winter season, the leaves of the forest are golden, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and they are quite independent, and they don’t know where the world is.

But this is by no means hidden land of peace and prosperity. On the contrary, in peace and prosperity, wars and wars are looming.

The environment in southern Xinjiang is harsh, and there are a lot of miasma poison insects. Those who can survive tenaciously here are fighting against the sky and the earth, and honed their ability in the school of nature.

For a moment, Gu Cheng’s eyes moved faintly, without using any physical exercises, walking down the mountain and heading to the largest village.

This village is surrounded by mountains and rivers. A river flows from the northwest and winds through the village. The long houses are clustered into villages, scattered on both sides of the river bank, with wooden pillars as the foundation and supporting the roofs. , It is a secret combination of Five Elements gossip, which is very quiet and unique.

At this time, a group of women were sitting around the entrance of the village, chatting about embroidery, hearing a dog barking, immediately showed their guard, took their weapons, copied them from Four Breads, and only after seeing Fan Qinghui, they showed peace of mind and joy, one after another saluted.

Women are like this. For men who go hunting, military force is worth looking forward to. At the critical moment, it is enough for all people to be soldiers.

However, Gu Cheng’s line of sight fell on the weapon blades hanging outside each room. The thick-backed long knives were the majority, the lancet blade was the second, and the most rare was a wooden knife, like It is a toy that adults can cut into a few pieces and give children to play at will.

The wooden sword fell into the eyes of Shi Zhixuan and Fan Qinghui, but it showed solemnity and envy. Even Phoenix and Xuangui looked amazing.

Because of these wooden knives, every corner and every arc interprets Dao of Heaven and Earth.

If it’s a Heavenly God Weapon heavenly demon soldier, it’s not surprising. It can leave traces of the road on ordinary wood. This wonderful control power is rare even for the gods of the past. Can do it.

Hundreds of knives are hanging, and the breeze is blowing, and there seems to be a slight sound of knives in the wind. Gu Cheng slightly closed his eyes and whispered: “Heavenly blade state, not just in name only, but also in reality.”

“It’s been 20 years, and finally seeing Your Majesty, can you make the last one in the past?”

The slightly white middle-aged man walked out of the house.

His right arm was empty, and he didn’t look for spirit pill and marvelous medicine like Lin Xuanqing did. He was reborn with his severed limbs, letting his sleeves drift in the wind, with a wooden knife hanging from his waist, looking calmly.

“Good!”

In Gu Cheng’s eyes, seeing others do what one loves to do, one is inspired to try it again.

After being promoted to the realm of gods and demons, besides Divine Beast heavenly demon, how many people are worthy of his own shot in this world?

The son of Xuangui, Heavenly Sword is unnamed, and the combination of circumstances, besides these few, now there is one more Song Que.

heavenly blade! Song Que!

Hoop!

The crowd dispersed, leaving a clearing in the middle of the village.

It seems to be wide, but as far as the existence of Fiendgod Level is concerned, it is often overwhelming, and this place cannot be used at all.

But Gu Cheng and Song Que didn’t mind. They were separated by ten zhang. Gu Cheng raised his hand, Di Hate appeared, and Song Que took out the wooden knife at his waist and tapped the knife lightly.

zheng!

Obviously it is a wooden knife, but there is a peculiar sound of knives, like the ringing sound of a sonorous fairy music. The villagers subconsciously look up to the sky, as if there is a legendary god, The wind comes and goes on the clouds.

Shi Zhixuan and others turned their eyes to the surroundings.

The breeze stroked the leaves and made knife marks. The running water crossed the river bed, smoothed the stone edges, and the fallen leaves floated over the rocks, splashing fire star.

In the clouds, in the breeze, in the mountains and rocks, in the grass and trees, the metal sound of the blade light rubbing is faintly echoed everywhere, as if the entire Heaven and Earth has turned into a knife world.

Gu Cheng’s hatred of the emperor turned, and the fire spread.

Huh!

No longer like the reckless arrogance of the original emperor Resentful Soul, both pros and cons are dead, but like nothingness, passing over the bodies of everyone, spreading out far and wide.

The sound of the knife goes out.

The world of knives has not yet formed, it will collapse, Song Quemu knife turned, suddenly a Xiaoxiang water cloud was born.

Xia mist lingers, water and cloud shadows, endless circulation, endless mentality, in the beautiful nature, killing Blade Qi quickly condenses.

Gu Cheng’s hatred turns again, the two face off in the air, blade light entangled.

Everyone was dazzled. They were obviously just two people and two knives, but there was an inexplicable feeling of two armies fighting, endless battles and fighting, and the grand feeling of fighting each other.

“Blade Qi is alive, self-evolving?”

Shi Zhixuan exclaimed.

At this moment, he finally knew that Song Que was already ahead of Martial Dao.

Song Que’s Blade Qi, like an intelligent life, automatically evolves into a struggle and multiplies.

He and Gu Cheng have not moved their feet, but they have fought hundreds of moves.

Because there are tens of thousands of blade lights, it seems that there are tens of thousands of experts who are discussing and confronting each other, disassembling each other, bringing forth the new through the old, and evolving into endless changes.

This method is not only magical, it is unimaginable even before the war.

So, a line of space divides Heaven and Earth, which is located in the center of Wuzhang, impartial.

“Extremely pure! Extremely swordsmanship!”

How can the bystander’s experience match Gu Cheng and see another landscape. For the emperor Divine Art, Even his own avenue gave birth to many insights.

People from outside the world, such as Shi Zhixuan, Fan Qinghui, Lin Qingxuan, have come to this world, and they have all cultivation and comprehend Gaowu’s cultivation technique, the other mountain’s stone can polish jade.

Only Song Que, he did not learn any cultivation technique in this world, but he had to understand Heaven and Earth, and he had to enter the sword.

Heavenly blade and Heavenly Sword have the same realm, while Song Que’s fighting intent is far less famous.

If it weren’t for the Nuwa divine force of the three-star salvation, it could achieve all kinds of incredible miracles. At this time, the heavenly blade Song Que is even above the nameless Heavenly Sword.

So, it seems that it is limited to ten zhang, but the sky is wide and the ground is wide, the battlefield is boundless, and the void confrontation continues.

Gu Cheng and Song Queyao fought at a distance, and neither of them could hold them down, as if this battle would continue until the end of time, the end of the world.

But in the end, the sky full of Blade Qi grabbed, and the wooden knife in Song Que’s hand could not withstand the impact after all, and it fell apart.

It was also at this moment, his eyes burst into shocking spirits, among the broken wooden knives, an invisible blade that seemed to be splitting heaven and earth apart was cut out.

hong long!

The sword moves dexterously, the sword is heavy and fierce, and it’s awkward to return to the basics.