"Pfft..."
Some people were amused by this weird name, but soon the smiles stopped.
I was almost suffocated by the hurricane coming towards me.
The situation in the center of the battlefield could no longer be seen clearly, and one could only vaguely glimpse the lightning and thunder that collided in the storm of destruction. It was a disaster caused by one person.
Terrifying tornadoes soared into the sky.
Someone is using one person to deal with the full siege of the nine surnames of Dragon Vein!
"This is not funny."
Bai Heng said calmly: "According to legend, once it is activated, it can pin the ocean with its own weight alone, trapping the power of the tide. Before Taichang Qing took it away, it had pinned the North Sea for four hundred years. , which calmed the tides for 4,800 months. The local natives called it the Dinghai Divine Needle, which was an artifact that the Emperor of Heaven dropped into the mortal world. Before I saw it, I always thought it was just a legend and a joke, but I never thought that such a terrifying thing actually existed in the human world."
He paused for a moment, raised the wine glass, and filled it with sand and dust in the wind. Then, he turned the mouth of the glass and poured the blood-colored sand into the wind.
In the storm, twisted pieces of iron came howling, shattering the porcelain cup in his hand, leaving a lacerated wound.
Bai Heng lowered his head, looked at the wound on his finger, and twirled his fingers, but his expression was calm and peaceful:
"Look, in front of it, I'm afraid no natural disasters are enough to be afraid of, right? Everyone, this is the strongest musician under the emperor. As long as he makes up his mind and sacrifices himself, he can easily destroy our coalition. After the death of the Yuan family leader, , I’m afraid we are about to face the pressure of that hero head-on... "
In the dead silence, Bai Heng smiled, stood up and said goodbye:
"Then, I'll go down and prepare first. Please be patient."
Soon, his figure disappeared into the distance and was never seen again.
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In the storm, a terrifying mass that exceeded the limit of imagination swept across, causing the earth to crack and bend. Countless soil was swept into the sky, surrounding the void weapon, forming a violent tornado.
The distorted gravity shrouded the hero's hands, and the power that was originally unrealistic now materialized in people's observation. It was a "field" that was so dark that even light could be distorted.
The weapon that once restrained the sea, restraining the raging tides and tsunamis like wild horses, was in his hands. After ignoring the terrifying backlash and cost, it became an indestructible terrifying weapon.
Even the sand and soil attracted by gravity surround it, forming an ultra-dense material above the steel, just like a satellite bound by the gravity of a star.
In fact, it is especially unclear whether there is any material in the material world that can withstand its frontal bombardment.
As a price for harnessing this power, even the man who transforms into a hero at this moment may not be as relaxed as he imagined.
The power obtained by burning the natural disaster is just the qualification to use this terrifying power.
In such a turbulent environment, the ether still retains its entity, resisting the suction from gravity, but there are still silvery glows peeling off the hero's body, intertwining with each other to form whirlpools, entangled in the dark field of nothingness , like thorns surrounding a rose.
Those are the traces of burning life.
If you uphold this power, you will be invincible!
Faced head-on with the power accumulated by the nine surnames of Longmai for hundreds of years, Mr. Hu roared, and instead of showing weakness, he pressed forward step by step, withstood the siege, and severely wounded Zhulong.
Even so, a big hole opened in his chest.
The sword that nearly penetrated the sky was thrust out from Yuan Changqing's hand, passing through the earth, water, fire and wind, tearing apart the rain and iron. Under the condensation of the sword, the ether turned into iron light, condensing into an extremely fine light that is difficult for humans to observe. The bundle of hair stabbed straight out along with the pure Jun.
Just like light penetrating into water, after being refracted heavily, under the deflection of gravity, at an inclination that is so fine that it is difficult to measure, the sword that should have penetrated the air instead penetrated into the enemy's chest.
There was only a thin crack in his chest, but the violent ether blasted a big hole in Mr. Hu's back. If he hadn't turned into an inhuman being, Mr. Hu would have been strangled to pieces in the chaotic sword energy at this moment.
Faced with such huge pressure, Yuan Changqing's offensive not only did not slow down, but became more fierce.
It's like... indescribable pleasure.
What I have been craving for so long is now in front of my eyes.
Strong enemies and death.
Both are now readily available.
So, they reveled like wild beasts.
After abandoning the cumbersome body, Yuan Changqing transformed into the Holy Spirit with a pure Jun scepter. At this moment, he was facing the storm and Mr. Hu's offensive, as if the rust had been worn away, and it was so sharp and unreasonable.
Accumulate but gain little.
Yuan's music theory itself should be obtained through death. After twenty years of loneliness, twenty years of waiting resulted in an unprecedented and terrifying increase in strength.
It is not a quantitative improvement, but a qualitative transformation.
It's not even the improvement of the scepter and music theory, but the element formed by the murderous intent in the pure Jun is expanding crazily, exuding a coercion that reaches the sky and the earth.
In the ecstasy, the elements continued to expand and contract, shattered and reorganized. After dozens of births and deaths, they were divided into four, intertwined with each other, connected and riveted with layers of music theory, forming a strange matrix. When the four of them intertwined and swirled, Yuan Changqing's figure became thinner and more terrifying.
He has integrated everything into Chunjun.
Even the pure Jun, which was made from the bones of past family heads, could not withstand such crazy power, and cracks appeared faintly. Until the end, Yuan Changqing held the hilt of the sword upside down while laughing wildly, pointed it at his own body, and slashed down vertically and horizontally.
After two sword blows, he fell apart along with Chunjun.
In the blazing glow, the furnace of creation replayed itself, endless ether gathered together, and with the four elements flying out, four completely different shadows were formed.
Seeking death in death.
In the dazzling moment of giving up life, grasp the essence and meaning of life, and then abandon this cumbersome thing... completely!
Watch death, follow death, and then, become death!
At that moment, the bell in Yuan He's sheath screamed sadly.
A broken sword body fell from the air and fell into his hand. It was Chunjun's sword body. After being stripped of Yuan Changqing's decades of nurturing, it had become its original form.
Chunjun has always been the head of the Yuan family and has never left his sword. The only time it appears in the hands of others is that it can only prove one thing... Yuan Changqing is dead.
But Yuan He did not burst into tears, or even shed tears like ordinary people. There was no sadness in his eyes, only indescribable envy and fascination for those four rays of light!
Life is nothing but the pursuit of death.
Death is worth it.
At the moment of death, Yuan Changqing, the strongest head of the family in history, had touched the realm that ancestors of all generations had been leisurely fascinated by, and faintly stepped into the edge of the Great Source.
At that moment, the great source roared, and four rivers surged out from it. After penetrating the etheric realm, they fell from it, absorbing the power of the etheric sea, and almost sucked in most of the ether in Cathay. A terrifying vacuum formed.
Then, he fell into the four elements that flew out from Yuan Changqing's body.
Therefore, under the reflection of the four elements, the earth, water, fire, wind, and all things were frozen and solidified in an instant, and only endless fierce light and terrifying darkness gathered in the sky.
Four figures emerge from the elements, and they are clearly the faces of Yuan Changqing. One is a child; one is an old man; one is a mature man, cold and sharp, as if he wants to cut through everything; the other is as quiet as a virgin, illusory and misty, even difficult to observe. does it exist.
The four hold four completely different ancient swords. The elements on the sword blades echo each other, creating an outline with the purest destruction and death. Countless music theories extend from it, intertwining into a huge alchemical matrix. The entire battlefield is shrouded in it.
All things mourn.
Only now have the four elements revealed their essential power in the void.
- Execute, kill, trap, destroy!
After exhausting the accumulation of the Yuan family over the generations, he crossed the bridge of life and death, explained the principles of destruction, and simulated the end of the world. The terrifying artifact was transformed from Yuan Changqing's bones.
At the moment of his death, he finally fulfilled the long-cherished wish of his ancestors and forged his own soul and bones into these four vessels of destruction.
Under the reflection of the four sword blades, the earth was barren and cracked, the scorched earth was covered with frost, the sky was gray, and the cold wind howled.
Through the cracked sky, the glow of the stars cannot be glimpsed, because the stars have been destroyed in eternal catastrophe.
Between heaven and earth, a terrifying crack appeared that went straight to the center of the earth, but there was no terrifying geothermal heat emerging from the crack, and even the core of the planet had cooled.
A broken skeleton sat between the broken heaven and earth.
There is no more life left in the world.
Only this tragic debris of the planet shows that everything once existed.
This is the end of the earth, sky, stars, all things and the world, the destruction of everything, the scene where everything loses its meaning.
At this moment, under the shroud of the Sword of End, the entire Tianmen Pass was wailing and shaking, being sucked into the end, rapidly weathering, and the defenders on the city wall wailed and withered one after another.
Even friendly troops had to retreat under this power, leaving corpses all over the ground.
At this moment, the battle is no longer beyond the control of humans.
It is a war between monsters and the world, heroes and death.
Between the broken world and the broken world, heavy weapons and the sword of the end collided, and the terrifying battle reached its climax. As the battle changed, the four continued to merge and split, leaving scars on Mr. Hu's body.
Even though he is dead, Yuan Changqing's laughter still seems to echo in this eternal destruction. As the battle becomes more intense, the old man's once crazy figure becomes clearer and clearer.
Even if he has died, he still experiences the joy of fighting in this way.
Experience...the thrill of killing!
For the first time, Mr. Hu was forced to retreat.
Under that fierce offensive.
It was like a replay of the previous game between Ye Qingxuan and Yuan Changqing.
Those who seek victory will win, and those who seek death will die.
If you don't want to be dragged to death by Yuan Changqing, you will have to be overwhelmed by him and find it difficult to fight back.
Outside the battlefield, there are still several family heads close to the fighting place. The power of the Heavenly City is continuously providing power to Yuan Changqing's remains, allowing him to squander and destroy them at will.
Facing the four streams of light attacking madly, the burning hero once again raised his might and smashed forward.
This time, no more retreating.
The scorching sun is moving again in this dead world, and the terrifying heat and the eternal cold are fighting together.
At the last moment, Mr. Hu looked behind him and showed a farewell smile.
goodbye.
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"Mr. Hu..."
In the wilderness, Ye Qingxuan closed his eyes and stopped looking.