Chapter 470 Terror Showdown

In the long road of time, there are always people who can bloom their own glory like the scorching sun. The residual blood undoubtedly belongs to such a person. His strength does not need to be interpreted in words, because to some extent, there is no need to explain.

Some people set off their identity, while others set off their identity by themselves.

Now this mythical man is independent under the waterfall. The cool water splashes, the white waves stir up dozens of feet high, and the flying foam in the sky is like white snow, falling one after another.

He closed his eyes tightly and swallowed a large amount of heaven and earth essence in every breath, making the sun, moon and stars much darker. This terrible power was like the birth of the ancient emperor, which was horrible.

The next moment, the residual blood opened his eyes, just stared at the figure who came out of the jungle calmly, and said faintly, "Here you are."

"I'm coming." The comer is dressed in a neat green shirt and heroic. Although he is not extremely handsome, there is a mature and steady atmosphere between his hands and feet.

And this place has long been a sea of people, blocked and bloody. This young king, who has long been respected by the five regions, has now settled down. Whether it is spirit or will, he has been out of the original sharpness, and replaced by a kind of calmness that hides his light and bids his time and belongs to himself.

Mu Yuze is also an immortal legend. He has become famous, but he does not have too much power. He is inconspicuous in front of the rapidly changing and emerging masters. He escaped under the Qianjian Demon Emperor, which made him shine a trace of light. However, at this time, everyone's understanding of him is only at the level of rising stars. However, when the evening rain went up again and again, everyone realized that this was a rising star!

The duel between the two is almost the duel of the strongest in an era, which will naturally attract the attention of all forces.

The remnant blood pulled out a black sword. The sword is three feet and seven inches long, and the cold front is enchanting, like a gorgeous rose in the flowers, the blue demon girl!

The tip of the sword is oblique, as if it has pierced the veins of the earth, and the residual blood stands alone, like a tall straight mountain rock, standing proudly.

Mu Yuze also holds a long sword and forged bronze. Unfortunately, it is simple and fair. This is Mu Yuze who bought bronze ore and forged it himself. There is no flow of spiritual power, and there is no extremely complex array. It is just a casual work for two hours after drinking.

Mu Yuze has already put down the bloodthirsty sword, which was a famous magic sword in ancient times. After drinking millions of people, he became a demon. Such a rare magic soldier is no longer controlled by ordinary people, but Mu Yuze buried him in the yellow sand all over the sky.

In the final analysis, it was just Mu Yuze's obsession. He wanted to take the sword that traumatized himself and traumatized others. Even if this sword once made Mu Yuze grow beyond his imagination, and his mental cultivation was sharpened, but the fruit growing on the deformed tree was also deformed.

"The heavy sword has no edge, and it is useless." Today's Mu Yuze has long been separated from the paranoid path of pursuing extreme killing, but has gone to a wider sky.

Their duel has begun!

"This is terrible."

The frozen dust looked at the turbulent energy tides in the sky, the rules and regulations connected with the sun and the moon, and took a deep breath. His face was full of admiration and three points of regret.

"In recent years, I have worked hard to cure every potential in my body and achieve the five elements of Taoism. Now, I can stay in a corner, but in the face of them, it is still too far away." Bingfeng dust sighed in his heart, but he did not show his face. When the disciples of the ancient Kunlun clan saw the frozen dust, they all respectfully called him as their seniors from the bottom of their hearts.

This is the honor he won!

No one dares to question that this young man, even in the cold winter of the frozen lake, is still alone in his son, wearing a thin blouse, without any aura to protect his body, and the whole three hours of Wing Chunquan fist. Who doesn't admire this perseverance?

In the short-term war, in which he was completely unfavorable, he thought hard and forgot to eat and sleep. He was born and came out in blood. With his strength at that time, in fact, he did not need to be so tied up, and he could win.

At that time, I was seriously injured, and the blood on the corners of my mouth just said calmly that I was injured, just to let more people live.

This plain sentence made those bleeding men leave tears. The men did not shed tears, but they were not sad. They all remembered this sentence. It was because of this love that many of them could live to this day. It was also because of this love that they could know that they could accompany each other. A biological brother.

One report comes back. Maybe something is really doomed by God.

"It's still so far away from him." Bing Hanchen smiled, without too much depression or jealousy caused by imbalance, but just wanted to take a step forward.

"One day, I will enter your world." Bing Hanchen looked at the two unattainable men like gods and smiled heartfeltly.

If you want to have blood with Mu Yuze, regardless of the final outcome, this determination alone is enough to make everyone sigh. There are not many talented people in the world, and how many people can really stand at the peak of humanity and enjoy the cold scenery in the high place? I'm afraid it's not too much to describe it as rare.

Only those who have really reached that point know that to reach that height requires not only talent and cultivation, but also a heart, a Taoist heart that always strengthens itself and does not succumb to everything.

The situation can be described as changing, and there will be new changes every moment. However, Mu Yuze and the remnant blood have not taken action yet. Their eyes are calm as if it is not them who are fighting, and the others have been extremely nervous. How can they be as comfortable as the two of them?

It seems calm, but in fact, there has been a tug-of-war in the depths of their minds. Before the battle, they have simulated all the situations of the battle, and the calculation and control ability required are almost beyond everyone's imagination.

The bloody face was expressionless and suddenly drew his sword.

Wo!

The long rainbow through the sun, like electric light shuttles, and it is like lightning passing through the sky. The bloody sword seems to penetrate the will of the ancient gods, accommodate the gods and condense all paths into one. There are too many complex laws, and even the epitome of the gods and monuments, which shows that the strength of the blood is indeed earth-shaking.

It seems that there is only the fairy sword that runs through the eight wildernesses in the world. The sword is so powerful that it seems to be bathed in the laws of the gods. Only then can they see through the real sword of the remaining blood.

Pure domineering power, Kendo is simple and pure, the embodiment of a person's soul will, and the will of residual blood is to be the supreme god above the world and dominates the ups and downs.

His eyes are sharp, as if they have penetrated the three worlds and six paths, reaching the source of the universe, and the fairy sword in his hand has become an extension of the bloody will. This day, he can't cover his eyes, and this land can't bury his heart.

Ding!

Mu Yuze almost instinctively waved his sword to block this must-kill move. His eyes were very calm, as if all this was normal. Such indifference calmed the people who were skeptical of Mu Yuze.

The peak refers to eternity.

The bloody hair flew in the air. He was like an immortal demon god, standing in nothingness, looking down at the evening rain and feeling the terrible power permeated on the fairy sword. He just stabilized the sword and pinched out the seal of the ancient god left and right. The Taoist motto was repeated in his mouth, and the words were pearly, which touched the world. Tao.

As soon as Mu Yuze retreated, he felt an unspeakable pressure. That is the power of Tao. This Tao is not just the way of residual blood, but a general name for Taoism. Now the remnant blood is Tao.

Swordsmanship is kendo, which is a great magic power that goes straight to immortality!

"What a great world, flying catkins and falling feathers. In this world, I'm afraid that it can be better than residual blood in terms of fusion of Taoism. You can count it with one hand." Outside the court, an old man who silently paid attention to everything sighed. He was a supreme elder among the nine sects. In his capacity, he should have been detached from the world, but now he has come here, which shows the weight of this battle.

"The residual blood is so strong that I didn't expect him to break through again." Bing Hanchen narrowed his eyes. He knew the horror of the residual blood, and that Mu Yuze had been chased and killed by this man to a near desperate situation, but now the residual blood still exceeded his expectations.

The left hand marks the debut method, and the right hand holds the sword to play the rare sword. At this moment, the residual blood is an invincible god of war. God blocks the god, Buddha blocks the Buddha, and stands in front of him, all the end of death.

Roar!

With a roar from the sky, the whole world was cracked, and the remaining blood fighting power was soaring rapidly, and suddenly reached a magnificent peak.

"He hasn't reached the limit yet." Everyone was speechless, and the bloody combat power was really beyond everyone's imagination. This was hardly a horizontal war. They saw a height that a person close to the gods could reach at this age.

The evening rain looked awe-inspiring, and ten fingers bounced repeatedly. From his fingertips, there was a series of shocking fairy lights, and the stars flashed, forming a vast galaxy, dragging the bloody Taoist seal, while Mu Yuze's right hand holding the sword shook, bursting out an unparalleled powerful pulse, and suddenly breaking the sun and moon star. River.

Boom!

This time, there was no fancy, like the collision of two time and space.

The vast fluctuation turned into a galaxy version of radiation, and everyone couldn't help retreating. When they looked at the center of the battlefield, everyone couldn't help taking a deep breath.

There, it has become a chaos, the stars are hanging upside down, Hongmeng is opened up, and it is horrible...