"Blocked?" Seeing a sword frozen on the Feihu Snow Mountain, he just trembled violently, but there was no change in the slightest.

There were some differences among the people watching the battle.

"This Liu Sanjian is not worthy of the name."

"I thought how powerful his three swords are. In my opinion, this Zhenwu Shengzong is really dead."

You must know that there is too much movement in the Eastern Continent this time, except for the forces of the Eight Kings and the Zhenwu Shengzong.

In fact, the eyes of the entire Yuanyang Continent are looking at this place.

Any wind and grass can cause noise.

Although not everyone will watch the battle on the spot, there are still many powerful forces such as telescopes and space-time crystals.

Because this war will completely change the pattern of the entire Eastern Continent.

Zhenwu Shengzong, this ancient and aged force, what to do, this is also an ending.

Ignoring other whispering discussions, as Wang Shusheng who blocked this matter.

But his complexion changed slightly.

Under a sword, only he himself understands the power in it.

"Katsa, Katsa."

The sword trembled at first, but immediately after, dense cracks appeared on the huge snow-capped mountain.

This sword is split from the inside out.

It seems that there is nothing on the surface, but the snow mountain is split from the inside.

And even after the snow mountain shattered, the sword didn't stop. The sword energy transformed into thousands of sharp swords and shot straight into the sky.

Then the flames burned up above.

It's just a sword, but it has given it countless visions.

This sword is ever-changing, this is Liu Sanjian's kendo.

It is said that he killed the three emperors with three swords. This is not a rumor, 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, Flowing Fire and Ten Thousand Swords descended from the sky, turned into a rain of meteors and came to kill Wang Shusheng.

"Really strong," Wang Shusheng thought to himself.

He raised the Luoshu in his hand again, and saw a yellow river reflected on the Luoshu.

"Tongtianhe," someone shouted.

This Tongtian River is located in the Western Continent, not in the Eastern Continent, but this is not surprising.

Because Luoshu records the mountains, rivers, and stars of the entire Yuanyang Continent.

Tongtian River is the largest sand river in the Western Continent, where the sky is full of sand and dust, and the river water is yellow all year round.

Moreover, the river sinks when it enters the object. What does this mean?

As long as something touches the water of the Tongtian River, it will immediately sink into the bottom of the river, and will never be able to float out.

This is also the reason why many people dare not approach the 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 the flames are, how dripping the swordsmanship is, in front of the majestic Tongtian River, which is crossed by yellow sand and dust, there will be no waves of wind and waves.

After all the sword energy was swallowed, Liu Sanjian remained calm.

He waved his big hand and said softly, "Explode."

In an instant, one sword changed three times, and all the swallowed sword energy exploded in an instant.

The power of that explosion can be imagined.

Even Tong Tianhe can't suppress it, and this is not really Tong Tianhe, it's just a reflection.

"Boom, boom, boom."

The Tongtian River exploded, and the waves surged, and the majestic river jumped thousands of miles.

Wang Shusheng's figure retreated extremely quickly. Although he was very fast, he was still affected by the aftermath of the explosion.

A sword qi landed on his abdomen.

Wang Shusheng snorted, and looked at Liu Sanjian with deep eyes.

It's just a sword, and it changes like this.

You must know that he still has Luoshu's body protection, and he was still slightly injured, which made Wang Shusheng a little afraid to take the remaining two swords.

In the past, Liu Sanjian once beheaded an emperor with one sword, but now this Wang Shusheng can take the next sword, but only slightly injured, which is enough to show his strength.

"Patriarch Wang, let me help you," at this moment, Fairy Wanhua from Magpie Bridge Fairyland came over.

You must know that this time, although several major forces can be said to have come out in full force, they have selected enough elites in the sect.

But this time, the people who came here were basically the principals of their respective sects, and there were not many people like some ancestors.

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 ancestors to come.

Wanhua Fairy stepped forward, and countless petals spread out in the void, like a rain of flowers falling from the sky.

The petals carry a fragrant fragrance, and the Ten Thousand Flower Fairy is dressed like a fairy, with an elegant temperament, and a person like a 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 clear, after all, she was a fairy-like character.

"Yes," Liu Sanjian nodded calmly.

He knew that the more enemies he held back, the less attacks the Protectorate Formation would receive.

"Why don't the old man come to learn about it too," at this time, a loud laughter sounded.

Everyone turned their heads and saw the three demon kings in the Abyss of Nightmare, the Hell Demon King, the Insect Demon King, and the Fire Demon King, a little ready to move.

It seems to be the awakening of the warlike gene in the body, the blood is burning, and the devil is true.

At this time, before Liu Sanjian could answer, another cold snort came from the Zhenwu Sacred Sect below.

"You three demon kings want to fight, so I will fight with you," the voice was not old, but rather domineering.

"It's Xiao Guizi," among the crowd watching the battle from a distance, Lin Ruhu was the first to realize.

Xiaoguizi, formerly known as Zhang Guilin.

When Xu Zimo was first, he and Lin Ruhu were the only ones by his side.

Later Xu Zimo became the great emperor, and Lin Ruhu's heart of martial arts was immortal, and he wanted to see the road to the peak.

But Xiao Guizi chose to stay in Zhenwu Shengzong, marry a wife and have children.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Everyone has their own life.

Xiao Guizi is still alive now, I'm afraid she is also old and out of shape.

The vicissitudes of life, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle.

Old friend... oh.

It's a pity that under the avenue of Yuanyang Continent, there is only one way to carry the destiny.

And Xiao Guizi is obviously not a Man of Destiny, and his strength is probably not very strong these years. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

This is determined by the rules of heaven and earth.

The Yuanyang Continent does not have the soil to breed the strong, 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 air, the sky seemed to feel something. There were golden lotuses springing up from the earth, and all things worshiped, the green energy surged up, and the scorching sun filled the sky.

The sky condensed into blocks of steps, following the youth stepping into the air, as if they were paved as a floor under his feet.

Although this is a young man, the aging in his body can already be clearly felt.

This young man is at the end of his life.

When he appeared, the sky was silent, and there was a powerful force in the old age.