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The five-foot-long Sky Ice Sword danced with cold light, and the world behind Yan Shisan suddenly turned dark and lifeless.
Under the abyss of the Tianlu Divine Spring, there is the Stone of Origin, which almost has eternal vitality. However, under Yan Shisan's sword, all the vitality was briefly cut off.
Even the golden spring water has become a little dull, looking like it is no longer alive.
The sword light was unparalleled and stretched rapidly. The black sword light was condensed and thick, containing the will to kill. The rainbow passed by, annihilating all things, and the sky darkened inch by inch.
The surrounding warriors were all shocked. They did not expect that Yan Shisan's killing swordsmanship, combined with the Tianbing Sword, could exert such powerful power.
Only Di Wuque's expression changed slightly, as if he had expected it, and said softly: "Back off."
The thirteen warriors of the God Clan who were preparing to fight, bursts of light erupted from their feet, their bodies flashed shields, and they quickly retreated.
The white-haired woman next to Di Wuque jumped into the air and dodged ahead. The golden light shone between the eyebrows, and countless illusory figures appeared behind him, kneeling on the ground and singing various hymns of praise in a low voice.
In the sky, a holy light fell, covering the white-haired woman, making her look otherworldly, like a goddess.
Glorious Saint Ge!
The white-haired woman stretched out her hand a little, and the spiritual power in the sea of consciousness surged out. Forming a line, the holy Chang Ge containing glorious will collided with the black sword light emitted by Yan Shisan in front.
boom!
The glorious will and the will to kill quickly clashed at this moment, and a hundred-meter-long golden water column immediately erupted from the divine spring.
The golden Sheng Ge dissipated little by little, but finally blocked Yan Shisan's unparalleled black sword light, and when all the strange phenomena disappeared.
Di Wuque said calmly: "Yan Shisan, your killing swordsmanship has not yet been perfected. If you cannot pass the level of your state of mind, it will be in vain no matter what you do."
Yan Shisan glanced at the white-haired woman in front of him and said with a silent smile: "Di Wuque, you are really interesting, why don't you dare to have a real fight with me? Do you dare to be so unscrupulous knowing that I never kill women? ?”
In the depths of Di Wuque's eyes, there was endless light flickering. Looking at it dimly always made people feel unfathomable. He raised his head and said: "Since I know your weakness, why should I bother you? Sooner or later, between you and me, There will be a fight, but not now.”
"You have not yet perfected the swordsmanship of killing, and your connection with the Sky Ice Sword has just begun. Ask yourself, are you really sure that you can fight me with all your strength?"
With his deep eyes and endless brilliance, Di Wuque seemed to be able to grasp everyone's hearts with his words.
The strength is so powerful that people don't know the depth of it. He never made a move, but it made people feel an unprecedented pressure.
The light on the woman standing in front of Yan Shisan kept flickering, and her holy aura was escaping one by one.
The golden light shines between the eyebrows, and the glorious will is swayed out in rounds, and the water under the feet gently ripples.
The slender Sheng Ge surrounded her up and down, capable of blocking Yan Shisan at any time.
Yan Shisan sheathed the sword, floated it gently, and returned to the previous place. He soaked cross-legged in the pool water, continued to absorb the essence of the divine spring, and ignored other things.
The other human warriors couldn't help but look at each other. Even Yan Shisan was told to quit by Di Wuque. Will they still have a chance
Among the three thousand worlds, the God Clan controls one thousand worlds, half more than any other race. After the fall of the Qing Emperor, in the tens of thousands of years, the Protoss once again reached its peak.
This powerful race from outside the territory has once again shown its ambitions. Suppressing other races in the Kunlun realm is no longer a matter of a day or two.
An Junxi and others are not unknown people. They have heard of Di Wuque's name for a long time. This peerless genius of the God Clan is the strongest son of God in the history of the Thousand Gods Sect.
Among the younger generation of the God Clan, he has unparalleled prestige and is the well-deserved leader of the younger generation.
Those thirteen warriors of the God Clan were all genius warriors of the God Clan, but they did not show any dissatisfaction in front of Di Wuque.
This kind of situation is difficult to see in other races. Taking the human race as an example, the Three Holy Sons have a high reputation, but they are still far from being convinced by An Junxi, Shui Lingling and others.
Now that Di Wuque wanted to drive them away, he was really at a loss as to what to do.
Di Wuque glanced lightly and said, "Why don't you leave yet? Time is limited, don't waste my patience."
Bai Wuxue gave Di Wuque a cold look, gritted his teeth and left the place first. An Junxi shook his head and left helplessly.
Soon, apart from the Third Holy Son and Yan Shisan, only Xiao Chen and Shui Lingling were left.
Shui Lingling flipped her hand, and the Ziling Bow appeared in her left hand, and a fiery red arrow that had never been seen before appeared in her right hand, which was so delicate and beautiful.
Di Wuque's expression moved slightly and he said, "Shui Lingling, are you going to go against me?"
Shui Lingling smiled softly and said: "The Gods are amazing. The number of Gods warriors who have died under my arrows over the years is not even one thousand but five hundred. I don't mind being stained with blood today."
"kill."
Di Wuque said a word indifferently and did not say much.
Thirteen warriors from the God Clan took a step forward in unison. The golden long sword was unsheathed again, and the giant sword energy was reassembled.
The loud chant made the divine patterns spread on the giant sword energy immortal, and spurted forward. The dissipated sword energy cut the lake below in half.
Shui Lingling's face darkened, she drew her bow and pulled the string, and the flame will began to rise little by little, and a ball of Xuanyang true fire enveloped her entire body.
"Sister, let me do it!"
Xiao Chen, who had been keeping his eyes closed tightly, exuding a faint luster and unwilling to waste any cultivation time, suddenly opened his eyes and said lightly.
Looking at the giant golden sword energy flying towards him, the Longyin Jue began to circulate rapidly in his body, and the Qinglong martial spirit in his dantian jumped out.
It spread quickly inside the chest and merged with Xiao Chen's true energy to form a cyan dragon shadow swimming quickly in the chest.
Huge amounts of power slowly accumulated, and his chest felt as if it was about to explode at any moment.
The sea of consciousness was boiling, and his mental power was constantly being consumed. Xiao Chen roared angrily at the flying golden giant sword energy.
The surging dragon sound contained Xiao Chen's spiritual power, forming a vortex that immediately filled the air. Bang bang bang, the sound wave swept across, the water surface rose up, and the waves were shocking.
The flying golden sword energy was the first to be hit, and the divine patterns formed by spiritual power on it immediately shattered.
Whooshing, the giant sword energy dissipated little by little. By the time it flew in front of Xiao Chen and Shui Lingling, it had disappeared without a trace and no longer existed.
With a roar, the giant sword energy that caused headaches for warriors of all races was easily shattered.
The sound of the dragon's roar still did not dissipate, and the lingering sound made the thirteen warriors of the gods feel a headache, and their bodies could not help but take a few big steps back.
"Long Yin Jue!"
The faces of all the warriors from the God Clan changed, and they all looked at Xiao Chen in disbelief, with a hint of horror in their eyes.
Long Yin Jue, this martial art created by the Qing Emperor himself, brought a heavy blow to the God Clan. Thousands of years later, it has still not been forgotten by the God Clan.
Without him, just because of this martial skill, the trauma it brought to the Protoss was too fatal.
It can be said that it was this martial skill that made the gods at their peak not dare to act rashly in front of the Dragon Gate led by Qing Emperor.
Di Wuque, who had always been calm, his face darkened and he said, "Kill him!"
Thirteen warriors from the God Clan, three of them jumped out first, roared, endless chants sounded, and each of them used a distant legend to blast towards Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen smiled coldly and jumped into the air. Loud hymns also sounded in all directions, but the song was praising Xiao Chen's own legend.
boom!
The fists clashed, and the three of them collapsed at the first touch, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and were sent flying in embarrassment by Xiao Chen's blow.
"How is it possible? His martial arts skills from the Gods are even stronger than those of the Gods themselves."
The warriors from all the surrounding tribes were all shocked when they saw this scene and didn't know what was going on.
Di Wuque raised his eyebrows. This white-clothed warrior once again exceeded his expectations today.
In silence, Di Wuque, who had been sitting cross-legged, suddenly stood up. His white hair danced in the wind, and each strand slowly turned golden.
A powerful aura containing divine power filled the air, and the water surface below began to spin uncontrollably, forming a terrifying whirlpool.
Di Wuque actually decided to take action personally, and everyone's expressions became serious. Di Wuque rarely took action in these years.
But every time he takes a shot, his opponent has no surprise and ends up extremely miserable. Di Wuque's great reputation in the Kunlun world was not just a matter of words.
In fact, in this world where strength is respected and geniuses emerge in large numbers. Without truly strong strength and confidence, who would be forced to withdraw voluntarily by Di Wuque in just a few words.
Boom!
At this moment, the entire Kunlun Mountain began to shake violently, and sounds more violent than thunder were heard in the sky.
The space shook, the earth shook, and cracks appeared on the ground.
Warriors of all races were suspended in the air on all sides. With a bang, they fell heavily to the ground without any ability to resist.
Such a vision was obviously not something that Di Wuque could achieve, not even a Grandmaster-level Martial Saint could achieve it.
"what happened!"
Everyone didn't know why, and said to themselves in some panic.
Xiao Chen's heart moved and he looked around. Sure enough, the figure of the mysterious swordsman Duan Yi disappeared somewhere.