Chapter 1141 Three Swords

What is fierce? What does it mean to be unscrupulous? What does it mean to be cruel? This is the proof in front of me. If you dare to provoke me, you will not only kill you, but also occupy your home, but also refine your body into a puppet and guard the door for me! Such a character is really worthy of being a world-class figure. Perhaps only a figure like Daozu can make him fall by working together to plot. Otherwise, I'm afraid that this Tianfu mainland is now the demon clan to unify the world.

The puppet in front of him is obviously the real body of Taiyin. The surging physical force, even if it does not need to be urged, will make the whole sky flutter. The two huge swords behind it are obviously extraordinary, dissipating a strong and domineering atmosphere. This Taiyin real person is also one of the congenital chaotic demon gods. The long years have refined his body into an incredible realm. I really don't know how powerful this emperor Jun was in those years. Even if he is seriously injured, he can actually kill this unrivaled demon.

Refining the puppet, once completed, the grade of the material will be reduced to the first level, that is to say, the strength of the current puppet is only one-tenth of the strength when it is intact, and the cultivation of the peak of Taiyi. However, Gan Ping did not dare to be careless at all. Although he can rival or even kill Taiyi Zhenxian, the old monster in front of him obviously controls the prohibition of the tomb of Dijun. The two fierce and powerful Panmen swords behind him are even the top mysterious soldiers.

Gan Ping did not dare to doubt the level of Di Jun's refinery, the sun melting gold furnace and the twenty-eight star disillusionment gun. These two artifacts he has seen are all refined by Di Jun himself and have the power to destroy the world. In particular, although the twenty-eight-star disillusionment gun has not been completely refined, the ideas and techniques in it, throughout ancient and modern times, are top-level existences, and even the great powers such as Windona have suffered a lot.

Calculations carefully, this Dijun's men are really immortal and nameless ghosts, such as the Jinshi Taoist born in the Honghuangyuan fetus, and the Wen Duo, who is not as good as death, and this Taiyin real person who has been refined into a puppet. Which one is not the famous existence of Honghuang? Not to mention, he was overshadowed and buried in the feudal world of countless ancient demons.

The first person under the Taoist ancestor! It really lives up to its reputation! If he proves by his strength and breaks through that layer of barriers, maybe the Taoist ancestors will take this decisive emperor as the head of the horse. No wonder even the Taoist ancestor who has no dispute with the world will plot against him. Whether a person is strong or not is not to see who his friend is, but to see who his opponent is. It is really admirable to see the whole famine as the enemy.

Between the lightning and lightning, Gan Ping's mind turned rapidly. Sure, he had never seen Tianzhu Mountain. I didn't know Gao Nanpan. Just the tomb left after his death for countless years can show the prestige of that year. This Dijun is really not simple. The puppet saw that Gan Ping did not answer. The two flames in his eyes immediately rolled endlessly, and the huge sword behind him was also ready to move. The wind and thunder rose all over the sky, and countless suns turned into golden blacks, as if they were ploping down.

After all, he is one of the leading masters in ancient times. Even if he is refined into a puppet after death, he still preserves the dignity and demeanor of his master. Now he is so despised by Gan Ping, and he immediately wants to take action. But at this moment, a gorgeous treasure light rose to the sky, and the sky that killed the secret cloth turned into a bright sun. The golden black that was originally ready to move immediately danced around Gan Ping. A magic weapon like a furnace, not a tripod, circled out of the top door of Ganping, releasing auspiciousness.

The Taiyin real person's face immediately stiffened and stared at the sun melting furnace. Behind him, I don't know when a faint virtual shadow appeared in the air. This figure exudes bare feet, and the fiery red robe is not tied with clothes, but it does not procrastinate. On the contrary, it is particularly elegant.

The knife-cut and axe-like face, the tall and thin cliff-like nose bridge, the thin two lips, the star eyes are bright and dark and obscure. Although it is not good-looking, it is very attractive. Gan Ping himself is a handsome teenager. Now he has become famous, and his portraits have been spread all over the world. He has been seen by countless nuns and haunted him. However, compared with the virtual shadow in front of him, it is clumsy.

It's not how handsome this Dijun is, but the inexplicable, perhaps domineering, or self-confidence. It comes from the innate noble spirit, which makes people's hearts broken. If time walks out of the tomb of the emperor's handsome and travels around the world, it will definitely make countless nuns secretly promise and send autumn waves.

"How many years have you finally come!" The voice was charming and turned around, as powerful as iron and stone, and the shadow of Dijun showed a smile. Little sparrow, reincarnation of one hundred and eight thousand generations, you finally came back, I knew that my brother would not dissipate so easily!"

Gan Ping's eyebrows couldn't help jumping, little sparrow? His brother? This Di Jun hasn't been trapped in this tomb for a long time, is he stupid? However, this murderer has been falling for many years. Why does he still appear here? Look at this virtual shadow, there is no mana fluctuation. Obviously, it is transformed by the divine projection. Where is the real body of Di Jun?

Seeing Gan Ping showing doubt, Di Jun couldn't help showing a smile, "Is it, little sparrow, don't you believe it? Anyway, the reincarnation of one hundred and 8,000 generations is really too long. Even the old thief of Daozu will lose his nature, but fortunately, my Jinwu family, has the fire of inheriting his own life, which is immortal. Now let me untie it for you!"

While talking, the emperor's figure suddenly shook and fell into the body of the Taiyin real person. The puppet immediately shook violently and pulled out a terrible giant sword behind him. Little sparrow, being able to come here shows that Yi has great power, but once this life brand is opened, there will be endless troubles one after another. Let me try your strength and whether you can bear such a heavy burden!"

Crazy! A complete madman! He just spoke well, but now he was about to start. Gan Ping quickly pulled back. The magic blood knife swept up and protected himself. The obscure and evil breath surged up, and immediately put on the starting style of the heavens fire magic fist.

"Huh? The power of the law of the alien world? No wonder you can break through the shackles of heaven and reach this level. It turns out that this thing helps you, okay! OK! OK! These two swords, a Ren Ze, a giant song! Pick up my three swords and get my mantel. You can go to most of the world!" The fighting spirit surged in his eyes, and the Renze sword in Dijun's left hand swept down and turned into a sword light as heavy as a mountain, pressing towards Ganping.

To suppress people! This is definitely a sword that has reached the peak of power. Since his debut, Gan Ping has never felt such a terrible and desperate power. Such power simply exceeds his own cognition and the limits of the world. Is this the real strength of Di Jun?

Facing this sword, Gan Ping actually felt at a loss. The sun melting gold furnace above his head suddenly dispersed and turned into a huge umbrella cover to protect him firmly. The magic blood god knife swept up, and his fist in his hand swayed, and the most fierce and domineering flame refining star in a moment.

He has devoted all his strength. Since Gan Ping advanced to Taiyi, he has never met such an enemy. Even in the face of the long-browed ancestor, he still has the help of fire and the fire god. Although the old man's swordsmanship is well-evous, he is still taken by Gan Ping crisply. However, the emperor in front of him, this sword, even made Gan Ping feel that even if the fire god son and the fire were on the side, they could not compete with the power of this sword at all, because the hegemony of this sword, the sharpness of this sword, and the power of this sword all pointed directly to Gan Ping himself!

I have no choice but to compete! Mobilizing all the real power, mixed with the power of the two artifacts, Gan Ping's punch came into strong contact with the sword. The terrible power made the fairy fist armor on Gan Ping's arm turn into powder, and his whole body flew out.

This boxing armor, the official thing that the Vulcanzi got in the Fire Mother Fairy Palace, was also of good quality, and he gave it to Gan Ping casually. This magic weapon such as boxing armor is extremely rare. Even in ancient times, it is not rare, and I don't know which dead ghost left it. Gan Ping took it with the mentality of chatting better than nothing. Now he not only secretly celebrates his decision.

The tiger's mouth trembled, and the silk kept rolling and swimming away, cracking the skin and bones of his whole arm, but it healed again with his strong resilience. He took a deep breath and slapped it fiercely. Gan Ping finally bombarded this force out of his body.

There was a trace of appreciation in his eyes, and Di Jun waved his sword again, "Yes, you can take one of my swords, and try this speed sword again!" The sword light swept the world, but turned into a line of stream light. Don't say thunder. In front of this sword light, time and space have become nothingness, pointing to the horizon, perhaps referring to the amorous feelings of this sword.

The terrible speed, the frightening speed, and the speed that people can't escape. In front of this sword, Gan Ping can only barely see the line of sword light clearly by urging his free wings with all his strength. Unfortunately, this artifact has not been refined to the realm of the best. Otherwise, with the speed of the best wings, it can naturally be easily broken in the face of this sword.

The spirit dragon's eyes are suddenly displayed, and the big five elements of annihilation of the divine light are shrouded into layers of light curtains. After the advancement of Taiyi, Ganping's mana has greatly increased, and the sea of origin is combined into one. The five elements of annihilation of the divine light naturally rises and can be emitted continuously, which is not as embarrassing as before.

Di Jun said softly, how could he not see the origin of this great five elements annihilation? Unexpectedly, Kong Xuan, who was famous and famous in those years, was actually learned by Gan Ping, which was really a great opportunity. However, the giant song sword in the palm of his hand did not stop at all and cut down to Gan Ping fiercely. However, it was blocked by the great five elements annihilation of the divine light. This sword that penetrated the world was immediately weakened. A Buddha lamp appeared, wisps of flames wrapped around, and Gan Ping flashed by.

"Good boy! It really deserves to be my brother! Just take my sword, ten thousand years of fog, smoke and dissipate!" While talking, the two divine swords of Ren Ze Juqu in the hand of Di Jun's palm were combined into one and went straight to Gan Ping. Compared with the first two swords, this sword is ordinary, but Gan Ping's forehead is sweaty.

If Di Jun calls out his name, he already knows the origin of this sword, the sword of skill! Strength, speed, skill! Whether it is the use of flying swords or other mysterious soldiers, it is the most stable and fundamental essence. No matter how gorgeous your moves are, no matter how strange they are, the essence is still these three. It seemed that a thick fog exploded in his mind, and Gan Ping's mind was clear. In the face of the three swords that taught more than killing, Gan Ping finally peeped at the trace of heaven, which was the existence of the origin for the whole world.

The sword in front of him is slow and light, and it is not flexible, but in Gan Ping's eyes, he has tried his best to change. The tip of the sword shakes and moves in nothing. No matter what, it is impossible for him to escape this sword. This sword has obviously reached the peak of skill and is a mythical existence.

In a short moment, it was as long as hundreds of millions of years. This sword pointed straight to Gan Ping's eyebrows. At this time, he was already sweating coldly and difficult to move. Is this the so-called peak of skills? Take nothing to do something and take the lead in the world. How can you break this sword?

No matter how he dodges, he can't avoid the pursuit of this sword. Gan Ping's heart has been calculated tens of millions of times, but he still has no clue. Suddenly, his mind moved and he laughed loudly. Unexpectedly, he did not dodge and rushed to the sword light. Since there is no retreat, don't retreat again! It is the sword that kills people, but it is the human heart that uses the sword!

No matter what kind of skill, it can't compare with the change of people's hearts. The way of heaven, that is, the heart!" With a long roar, Gan Ping let the sharp flying sword fall into his eyebrows and remained unchanged for a moment. Di Jun in the distance did not move at all, only a smile from the corners of his stiff mouth, "Little sparrow, for so many years, you have indeed grown up. You have not wasted this one hundred and eight thousand generations of reincarnation. My Jinwu family finally have hope!"

At this time, Gan Ping had a sword in his eyebrows, but there was no scar at all. Only a light in the center of his eyebrows kept shining with a dazzling light. With Di Jun's determination, a water-like firelight flew by, and countless obscure and incomprehensible rune fonts flashed. I don't know when fairy music is surging in the air. It is not the fairy music when the boundless man realized the integration of heaven and earth. This fairy music that birds sing crisply and sings clearly has infinite beauty.

And Di Jun's virtual shadow, I don't know when it will appear again, leaving the puppet made by Taiyin Zhen's body standing in the distance. At this time, there was a touch of gentleness in his eyes, "Little sparrow, I didn't expect to see you again. This golden black seal should be untied now. One of those old people is calculating me. Don't you know that on the chaotic sun star back then, it was a twin, and the two golden blacks? My brother, don't blame me. If not, I'm afraid you will be the same as me today, leaving only a wisp of mind and surviving! Well, I owe you all that I owe you back. Dust to dust, dust to dust! After wandering for so many years, I'm also tired!"

While talking, the figure of Di Jun turned into a bright light. With the small seal, it disappeared into the heart of Gan Ping's eyebrows. Only the golden light in the sky was shining, and countless stars floated, and stood with a sword in the distance, like a Taiyin real person like a guard.