Chu Yun shook his head. "Don’t you still care about the secret of falling in the dark?" There are only a few people in the eyes of the heavens and the earth who can compete with you. I don’t think many people dare to face you except that person. "
The emperor of the hundred soldiers no longer speaks, and the whole person turns into a front. Once again, it is the unity of man and sword. This piece of heaven and earth seems to be at the core of this world. Many Jin Xian’s fighting isolation is another place. Even if the outside world collapses, this world will not be affected. On the contrary, if this world collapses and destroys many Jin Xian in the periphery, it will be turned into dust!
Hundreds of soldiers Huang Guanghua flashed a sword awn across the Milky Way Tianyu, and this sword cut out to firmly lock Chu Yun’s figure, even if it is far apart, it can be cut across poverty, which is almost overwhelming and covers everything.
There is no dead angle in this sword, and there is a choice between hard connection and retreat, but even if it is retreat, it will eventually be faced.
Everything in the world is spiritual, but many things develop in the end, and many things are materialized. The dead have lost their spirits and eventually evolved into dust and disappeared in the empty universe.
There are ancient myths about the origin of the Hundred Soldiers Emperor, some of which are vaguely remembered, and some of them come from ancient times, saying that its origin is as mysterious as Chu Yun.
However, one thing is certain: the highest spiritual wisdom of the hundred soldiers is equivalent to the highest wisdom among monks, who can never play tricks in vain.
When a sword destroys a world, it is a shocking wave, and the vast sky collapses one after another. It is hidden in the dark side of the world, and the stars collapse. The nebula shrinks rapidly and collapses, and the fault collapses. All this comes from the destruction sword struck by the Emperor of Hundred Soldiers.
The horror of this sword is beyond the limit that Jinxian can exert. It is a kind of power sublimation from pure heaven and earth to a kind of return to heaven and earth, which can be called "source power". It is very overbearing and earth-shattering, and Jin Xian can’t resist it.
Since Chu Yun dared to face such a change as Emperor Baibing, it was natural for him to expect it, but Chu Yun’s move was that he didn’t even think that he was carrying the sword, and he was still unsheathed to see him flashing in the whole body. The whole person was like a mysterious light behind him and exhausted the evolution of the picture, wrapping him in a mysterious light flashing world.
"The birth and death of all things in heaven and earth take a turn to see the destiny, understand the mystery, understand its biochemical annihilation, control the cycle of life and death, so that the life imprint of all things is in my hand, know the end of the heart, change the world, and change the world in my palm!"
Chu Yun said the whole people into the mysterious everbright world at the same time in this mysterious light like dissipation moment a big hand suddenly appeared from the sky to catch the emperor!
If Jin Xian’s early masters resisted the sword wave, it would be a narrow escape. There is no hope at all.
And the hundred soldiers emperor issued a sword wave, which contained kendo, and when the Milky Way was torn, all the hidden objects were hidden. But at this time, the big hand evolved by Chu Yun was not scratched in the strong offensive of the hundred soldiers emperor, and the general number of mysterious flashes wrapped it up and directly crushed the man transformed by the hundred soldiers emperor!
The shadow of the sword flashed, and the body of a hundred soldiers appeared thousands of feet away. Looking at that big hand, even the mystery of a hundred soldiers was surprised. "Chu Yun, what magical power are you!"
Chu Yun didn’t respond that the giant hand suddenly became smaller and the dark light flashed more violently, and there was a faint cold condensation, which made the artistic conception of this move change and it was necessary to launch a strong blow.
The emperor of the hundred soldiers naturally won’t show weakness. The sword is flashing, and the sword is going to cut the blue sky. The emperor of the nine soldiers broke the sky with a sword!
There are not many people who can make this amazing sword play a real role in the heavens and the earth.
As Chu Yun figure reappears in his right palm, the cold light is cold, the dark light is diffuse, and it is thousands of feet away, and he swings out toward the emperor of hundreds of soldiers!
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Chu Yun’s palm contains control, and there is an extremely cold that permeates the whole world, so that all living things should be frozen, as if they could freeze everything.
This palm seems to have turned this war around and changed a lot of things.
Turbulence changes color.
Several stars collapse and tremble, and the sky collapses and the earth cracks, like the wind blowing out of the world, which will destroy this piece of heaven and earth!
The broken milky way reversed all disputes, and all sorrows became messy and meaningless at this blow. With the storm of loss, all characters were completely enveloped and entered it.
At the same time, it seems that the Xuanhuang ancient land has been fighting all the way, and it has come to the end, fighting and struggling. How many people can remember the final outcome?
From Xiao Xiaoping West Village to the middle boundary, from the cloud to the virtual boundary, and then to the return boundary, it can be said that it has come a long way from the beginning to the end.
Chu Yun, the master of Lu Li’s battle, is facing a powerful overlord and a hundred soldiers. The latter is unpredictable. The former process is extremely bumpy, but it finally has an ending.
The process of World War I was bumpy and complicated, and it was a complicated and unspeakable ending when several masters of refining gods were surrounded by Chu Yun’s decisive battle.
The blink of an eye is a few days, and the past is like looking up for a moment.
In the middle of a dilapidated temple sat a teenager, who was just 19 years old, but his eyes were full of ferocity as if he were going to destroy all living things.
His hair is not pale, but dark, and nothing unusual can be seen. He is very handsome and has a very outstanding charm.
This person is none other than Lu Li.