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read2();　　 Just after the hour, under the rainy night over the Metropolitan City, the sword gas of nine hundred and ninety-nine miles shined brightly, shining on the entire night sky, and also shining on the ancient under the heavy rain. city.

　　 Since the young emperor carried the pure silver kingdom from Shenjing City to Wanjian Mountain, the wide area city, it only took less than a hundred breaths, and the direct confrontation between Zhao Yu and Muronghe was only dozens of breaths.

　　 Within these dozens of breaths, four dazzling and incomparable collisions broke out on the entire Wanjian Mountain, and four deafening whistles of spatial fragmentation broke out.

　　 Within these dozens of breaths, the 999-mile Qinglian Sword Qi first turned into a galaxy-like millstone of heaven and earth, but then it was directly burned by the Demon Flame, and finally it was directly annihilated, broken, and dissipated into dazzling smoke.

　　 Within these dozens of breaths, Murong He used the finger as the sword as his sword, piercing out three swords, and Zhao Yu made a fist as a hammer, and blasted out three fists.

　　 However, because of the three punches of the young emperor, the entire Metropolitan City at this time seemed to be choked, silent, and no one spoke.

　　 Only silence and silence can express the surging heart of all spectators at this time!

Above the sky, the unabated rainstorm fell on the stone roads of the Metropolitan City, making a clear and incomparable sound, and those practitioners who were in the majestic rain looked up at the sky above. The wheel hung alone on the silver sun in the sky, and besides horror and awe, there was deep puzzlement in his eyes.

　　 Because of Zhao Yu's thunderous force, the three-fisted Murong and this Jianghu kendo were the strongest and the sharpest sword directly blasted down the clouds. The power of the young emperor far exceeded all of them imagined.

　　 All practitioners know how important it is to take advantage of a powerful fight with a similar strength, that means occupying this sacred battle, which is illusory but vital!

　　 "Of course, your majesty will choose the time of this holy battle at night, because for me and your majesty, night is the home court!"

Above the black dragon soaring in the sky of Wanjian Mountain, within a thick night, the young voice belonging to Ye Yi rang softly, with uncontrollable excitement, because as the Night Stalker, he could clearly see the surroundings. The night's boiling and rage.

　　 Ye’s roar is silent, only the Night Stalker can hear it clearly!

　　 Zhao Yu heard this roar, and the power that continuously penetrated into his body from all directions, and then he lowered his head slightly, his jet-black eyes staring at the buried sword lake that had not yet calmed down.

　　 Just now, Murong He, together with the Sword Dao Qinglian Kingdom under him, was bombarded down in the void like a meteor, slamming straight into the lake, causing a thousand layers of waves.

　　 The entire sky on Wanjian Mountain fell into a short silence, but everyone knew that this was a little quiet before the storm.

　　 In fact, compared to the ordinary monks who were in shock throughout the city, the great masters above the spirit crane soaring in the night sky, the horror surging in their hearts is undoubtedly much stronger.

　　 The layman sees the excitement, the insider sees the doorway, and for these palm-boundary birth and death realm masters, the levels they can reach are completely different, and because of understanding, they are more awed by what they say.

　　 Da Ri Wu Zong Lu Yao looked at the young emperor who stretched out the wings of the huge Night Demon within the realm ahead. He spoke softly, and then the old questioning voice sounded:

　　 "In the three punches that your Majesty just blasted out, there are a total of three major laws, right?"

　　 Lu Yao’s questioning sound was unbelievable, but then Chu Zhengyang beside him gently shook his head and gently responded:

"Sect Master Lu, there are not three, but four. In addition to the law of destruction in the dark red scorched earth, the law of defense on the scaled runes, and the law of night surging at this time, there are also hidden A kind of flame, with the power of psychedelic burning of the heart, this kind of law, I cannot name it."

Chu Zhengyang's mellow voice fell, and all the great masters fell into silence. For all the monks above the vast land of Shenzhou, the laws under this world are the goals they have pursued throughout their lives. , However, Zhao Yu, who was so young in front of him, swayed a full four in his gestures.

　　 Under such a strong contrast, these great masters could only sigh in their hearts, and it was difficult to speak for a long time, but this silence did not last long. The voice of the old silver-haired woman from the principal of Dao Gong Po Tian Yuan directly sounded:

　　 "Everyone, your Majesty, he has entered the lake. That is the home ground of Murong He and Kendo!"

After 　　, in full view, Zhao Yu, who was flying in the dark golden robe, slowly landed in mid-air, and then steadily stepped on the surface of the Jianjian Lake, which was still undulating and rippled.

From then on, a sigh resounded throughout the entire Metropolitan City, because once the young emperor set foot on the Burial Sword Lake, they would never see each other after this holy battle. It would be a huge regret. ?

　　 "Go, I'll wait to go to Wanjian Mountain, even if I get closer!"

　　 In the ancient city under heavy rain, I don't know who shouted, and suddenly echoed in a loud voice. Then one after another, the monks turned into black shadows directly, and galloped toward the Wanjian Mountain in the west of the city.

　　 Since the first monk crossed the west gate of the wide area city, under the rain curtain in the city, the number of monks rushing westward continued to increase, more and more, and then the entire city began to boil.

However, these monks are destined to miss this subsequent battle, because Wanjian Mountain has been completely blocked by the upper four armies, and the people who are truly fortunate to watch this world’s peak battle, except on the sky crane and black dragon. In addition to the great masters and taboos who were opposing the formation, there were also people in the Sitian Pagoda in the capital city, who were closely watching the main hall of the top mountain chart.

At the top of the Sitian Tower, the violently intertwined light and shadow on the huge mountain and sea map heralded the fierceness of the battle. At the same time, unknowingly, the entire first floor hall of the huge Sitian Tower was dressed in official uniforms. The hundred officials of the imperial relics stood with their hands hanging in the order of the early dynasty, looking up at the top of the tower with a solemn expression.

　　 And directly in front of those hundred officials, there was a palace costume sitting steadily.

　　 Yanzhi gently stroked her slightly convex pregnant belly with one hand, and gently held the handle of the chair beside her with one hand, her face calm.

She didn't speak, just stared quietly at the top, and even the sound of her breathing was extremely steady. In the feeling of everyone in the Sitian Tower, the breath of this girl from the world of motherly rites can make everyone Everyone calmed down unconsciously.

　　 This is a charm that is extremely difficult to describe in words. Rouge didn't make any movements, but as long as she was sitting and she was there, there was a stable backbone in the entire Sitian Pagoda.

　　 Because it is not only Zhao Yu who is constantly learning how to become a great emperor, Rouge is also growing towards a great empress.