The young man in a long robe leaned over slightly, looking down at Emperor Xuan who was coming towards him from a height.
The "jue" who ruled everything gave the order to "kill" everything in the sky. The air instantly turned into countless cold blades, and the rain falling from the sky turned into countless cold-colored spears. High in the air, it fell towards the suspended young man.
The world seems to have fallen into madness, and everything is executing the same order, which is to kill the young man suspended in the sky.
This is the power of the ancient emperor. The ancient will once gave them the authority of the world, and they became the masters of the world. Of course they have the right to command the entire space. The spiritual energy in the air obeys the will of Emperor Xuan, and transforms its nature in an instant. All the spiritual energy in the land of the Twelve Dynasties gathers to form countless circling and dancing silver dragons. .
The blue dragon was entrenched in the tens of thousands of feet of the sky, rushing towards the silent young man one after another.
This is an unprecedented battle of the era, and this battle bears the fate of the entire era.
Everything on the ground turned into insignificant ants and dust at this time, whether people or animals, they all crawled on the ground tremblingly under the violent turbulence in the sky, they raised their heads, and could only see Silver rays of light flashed across the sky like meteors, and the vast sky frenzy was swept up.
Facing the attacks coming towards him from all directions, from the sky and the earth, Bailishu finally moved.
His black robe was rolled up, and the ancient runes that were once outlined by gold and silver threads on the robe had already receded at some point, and the stars floating on his robe were the stars of the sky.
The black robe seems to be another piece of sky. The endless sea of stars behind the nine Taoist gates is hidden on his robe. When he moves, the entire sea of stars rolls up with him, making it vast and vast.
Baili Shu stretched out his hand, and he shook it in the void.
"Blade of the Heavens."
The ice-like pupils are shrouded in a supreme majesty, a majesty that surpasses this space. Amidst the commotion of the entire land, Bailishu said this, his voice was calm, but it carried ancient and inviolable power.
As his voice fell, the sky was torn apart.
The real sky was torn apart!
An incomparably bright beam of light—brighter than all the silver dragons formed by the aura of the entire Twelve Dynasties Continent—falls down from the sky like a long rainbow. That light came from outside this space, from the high and vast extraterrestrial starry sky. That is the light of the stars of the week.
That ray of light descended with an aura that shook the world, and Baili Shu held it in his hand, forming a long sword.
The blade of the heavens.
The shadows of the stars finally appeared on the higher sky. After Xuandi's royal city unfolded, endless thick ink-like shadows filled the sky, and people couldn't see half of the stars. However, at this moment, those vast and mysterious seas of stars in the past reflect ancient calls and reappear above people's heads.
It was a weird and crazy scene.
There was heavy rain all over the world, and silver dragons all over the world, but countless stars appeared in the sky.
Holding the blade of the heavens, Baili Shu swooped down and collided with Emperor Xuan without giving in.
The authority of this space was once given to the ancient emperor, so the ancient emperor's control over this area is above anyone else, he is the supreme tyrant. But Bailishu is higher, the ruler of the heavens, and he came to take back the authority that was handed over. Since this space is under the control of Emperor Xuan, he tore apart the sky to summon the vast Zhou Xing on the sky. strength.
If the ancient emperor is the ruler of the ground kingdom, then Bailishu is the master of the heavenly kingdom!
The battle broke out in the tens of thousands of feet, or even higher sky, beyond the limit of people's field of vision.
People looked up and looked hard, only to see the vast galaxy spinning in the sky, casting endless light from the galaxy, and then converging into endless swords. The storms and rains all over the world are intertwined with the light of those stars and rivers like dragons and snakes, and every collision is like the vibration of the world.
They couldn't see the figures of the two people who were fighting clearly at all, they only saw the rays of light bursting out like stars falling and the sun dying.
The battle was already far away from the ground, but the fluctuations of the battle were transmitted from the sky, shaking the entire earth together.
The deep ground seems to be breaking and colliding with the battle in the sky. In some ancient mountain ranges, burning magma is constantly splashing out of the ground without warning and rushing into the air. Among the big rivers, the river was full of water, and there were huge waves. Above the vast sea, a monstrous doomsday-like distance rolled up, and the eternal ice sea in the extreme north continued to shatter. Huge icebergs collided continuously in the deserted sea, and then shattered into countless crystal fragments together. crumbs.
The sky and the earth seem to be crumbling.
above the sky.
Bailishu and Xuandi each retreated a long distance for ordinary people. Emperor Xuan landed on his black stone king city, stepped on the core in the middle of the whole king city, the streets of the king city lit up one by one like a chessboard, and the power gathered on Emperor Xuan.
Bailishu stood in the void, holding a long sword named "Zhentian" in his hand, and the flowing light like water droplets kept slipping from the sword.
But those are not water droplets.
The sword in his hand was condensed from the stars of the heavens, and the brilliance like water droplets falling on the sword was the stars that perished in every collision.
Bailishu still had no expression on his face, and his pupils were still as indifferent as ice. There was no way to see from his face what kind of state he was in during this battle. It's just that on Bailishu's long robe, the rays of light from the vast sea of stars are changing violently, as if he is bearing a huge burden.
On the other side, Emperor Xuan stood in the royal city.
Emperor Xuan's scarlet robe was shattered a lot during the battle just now, and the Emperor's sword had already appeared a lot of damage, and the blood on his face mixed with rainwater slowly slid down.
However, he didn't realize it at all, and laughed out loud.
"So it is, so it is!"
He seemed to have discovered some terrible secret, some unimaginable truth. So he laughed out loud, so violent and wild, with hysterical madness.
"You are just a newborn! You have been injured a long time ago! You have paid the same price! That's how it is!"
He laughed so loudly that his face almost contorted.
He finally realized something, that what stood in front of him was not the ancient will with complete power at all. After going through the era of chaos, the ancient existence that once gave them strength produced his own form on the earth, that is, Patriarch Bailishi who suddenly appeared.
But for the entire vast era, for the entire endless river of time, Bailishu is just a nascent existence. His powers are not complete!
Back then on the banks of the Baishui River, the ancient emperors who had been empowered divided the authority of "Order", so Baili Shu hid his identity at the beginning, and with the help of the eighteenth Gu Clan, he took back the authority he had handed over. But when the ancient emperor fell, the curse issued at the cost of his life made him pay an equally heavy price!
The interruption of the Ten Thousand Immortals Era is the biggest slander to Baili Shu who is "Order"!
Right now, Bailishu's strength is incomplete, he is already wounded! Just relying on the power of Xinghe after Xuanmen, he forcibly recovered himself to fight him.
"In that case—"
Blackstone King City erupted with endless light.
The royal city is on fire.
Molten-like flames flowed on the streets of the Black Stone King City, covering the entire ancient city of emperors, and the power of the fallen White Emperor flowed in the city. When Emperor Bai fell completely, he used his own power to protect Emperor Xuan, and this last power has been carefully hidden in the core of the royal city by Emperor Xuan.
Now he finally summoned the power that belonged to Baidi.
The Black Stone King City was covered in red fire and burned in the red fire.
This was a desperate attack. Emperor Xuan personally burned the royal city that was his symbol, and extracted the part of the Tianzhu power that remained in the royal city. The royal city that had lost its foundation was reduced to ashes inch by inch in the red flames, as if all the power was returning to Emperor Xuan.
He gave up all his glory and glory as the ancient emperor, and devoted everything he had to this battle of revenge.
The bronze throne suspended in the air was also melting, and the melted bronze merged into the "jue" in Emperor Xuan's hand, and the emperor's sword was shrouded in the brilliance of bronze.
The Era of Chaos is also known as the Bronze Age, and now the long sword in Emperor Xuan's hand seems to condense all the afterglow of this ancient era.
The long sword turned into a bronze long sword.
A ferocious smile appeared on Emperor Xuan's face. He rushed out at a speed beyond all imaginable limits, and rushed towards Bailishu who was standing in the void with the raging fire that was burning in the entire royal city.
"In that case..."
"Go to hell!"
He roared, his voice bursting out like the splendor of Chaos Era.
Of blood and fire, of bronze, of violence, of majesty, of hatred.
He carried everything and rushed towards the quiet young man in the sky.
Like a sun of incomparable brilliance.
"You're right."
Bailishu stared at the final blow towards him like the scorching sun, his pupils reflected the brilliant flames, at that moment, it was as if the ice in his pupils finally melted. His face seemed to reflect the loneliness and melancholy of the young man who was sitting on the observatory looking at the surging clouds.
"I was indeed wounded already."
Long, long ago, the light and fire of the Bronze Age shrouded the land, and the majesty of the emperor was everywhere. They rule over the vast land like the burning sun in the sky.
When the days are exhausted, where is the thick soil
People crawled on the ground, sending out sorrow and pleading.