Signing Into Immortal Martial World

Outside the Hall of Supreme Harmony, a dung dragon robe was hunting and fluttering like a flag.

The nine hundred and ninety-nine white jade steps seemed to be the highest point under the sky.

All the attention can only be looked up.

Standing on it, Zhao Mu cast a deep and indifferent light.

Several figures walked out of the Meridian Gate, looking at the unparalleled young emperor.

In a trance, I heard Sanskrit and Taoist chanting in unison.

Looking at it again, the divine light and aura light looming in the back of the head.

It looks like a fairy Buddha in ancient times! sacred!

Coming to the world!

People have a kind of inexplicable thought of worshiping and surrendering for it!

"What kind of evil martial arts is this!?"

"A true dragon that has never existed in the world!"

"What a deep mind cultivation! What a terrible martial arts will!"

"The flying dragon is in the sky, who can control it?"

Everyone present was the innate great master of the Ninth Layer of the Ordinary Realm.

Put in the world of China, each belongs to the top figures.

But facing Zhao Mu, it was just eye contact and a collision of air and machine.

Everyone is a little hard to hold on to themselves, and their hearts are shaken.

This can be seen.

The emperor of Da Zhou who has just completed his ascension to the throne but has not yet formally succeeded to the throne.

The martial arts realm is high, and the martial arts cultivation is deep!

It has reached the point where it is difficult to predict!

"Everyone observes the gift, I should pay it back."

Word by word, like thunder, spread throughout the imperial city.

The emperor can be called lonely and widowed, but Zhao Mu himself does not like the words "solitary" and "widow", so he calls himself "I" instead.

"requite?"

I first stepped out of the Meridian Gate and walked onto the imperial road, and became interested in it.

Eyes burst into light, shooting out two brilliant lights.

"This punch, respect the world!"

Zhao Mu slowly raised his hand, the atmosphere opened, and the sky blasted loudly.

It's still an overturning thirty-six road, Qiwei starting style.

He grasped his fist on the right, and squeezed out a domineering and unparalleled fist mark.

Qi and blood all over the body boiled instantly.

Like Wang Yang, the sun and the moon are in the sky.

Rumble!

Fist marks blasted out!

It is like a sacred mountain and a great mountain descending, pushing across.

This move is extremely slow and goes extremely slowly.

But the heavy meaning and violent power contained in it are too terrifying to imagine!

The civil and military officials on both sides of the imperial road all looked horrified, like seeing a god.

With this punch, I am afraid that a hill will be defeated if it blocks in front of you, right? !

On both sides of the palace wall, the imperial army holding a colorful embroidered halberd looked frantically.

As a vast world where martial arts flourishes, there is nothing more admirable than holding fist and power in your hands!

They even want Shanhu Long live to cheer for them!

"Your Majesty intends to weigh the weight of the Chinese heroes and Zhou Tian masters?"

Seeing the fist imprints across the sky, a touch of surprise rose in Feng Xingkong's eyes, and he did his part to spread out more and more.

In front of Shenwumen, Liu Jin's inexhaustible swordsmanship made him feel worthy of this trip.

And the emperor of Da Zhou who stood at a very high altitude, this punch was even more shocking and delightful!

This is the second place on the weekly list!

The strength it deserves!

Before Feng Xingkong strode forward, his five fingers spread out, and he took the initiative to meet that domineering fist mark.

The true meaning of martial arts suddenly appeared!

Behind him is a mountain of swords! It's Jianhai!

Horizontal knives, lancets, yanling knives, big ring knives...

Eight-faced Chinese sword, double-sword, broad sword, horse-cutting sword...

In the void, mountains and seas overlap, and swords are staggered!

One after another, the atmosphere is dense, converging and merging.

Like a gale, like a wave of anger!

Severely hit the fist marks that came over!

"Hunyuan Dao, Zhenwu Yuanyang Gang! Please enlighten me!"

The wind shook the air, and the scattered long hair danced wildly.

It looked like this Taoist Hunyuan master dragged a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​swords, and smashed it abruptly!

The boundless air wave dissipated, like a roaring wind dragon.

The knife is broken!

Jian Gang is all broken!

But that fist mark just paused, still moving forward.

All the swords and swords are unstoppable!

"happy!"

Feng Xingkong was not discouraged, but laughed out loud.

He hurriedly condensed the three hundred and forty-two weapon blade qi that he had spent decades.

It all blasted out as if it didn't need money, and consumed the incredible power of fist.

咚咚咚咚咚——

Hong Zhong Dalyu is continuous!

In the strong collision, the air wave rolled, the imperial road vibrated, and the rubble splashed.

The thick ground that was firmer than fine iron suddenly opened up large cracks, like a spider web.

The ministers of Manchuria standing on both sides were even more stumbling and embarrassed.

This unreasonable and unreasonable smashing down, such as the domineering fist marks of the gods and mountains, was actually a little bit polished and dissipated.

"Good means!"

Zhao Mu praised.

Among the top ten master-level masters on the Zhou Tian list, none of them are in vain.

As far as this Hunyuan Taoist master is concerned, his true energy is strong and his anger is fierce.

Moreover, the fighting spirit is strong and the **** is strong, at first glance, he is the kind of fighting madman who is stronger than the war.

It is no wonder that many masters can be stepped on, reaching the fourth place on the top of the week.

"Body refining, Qi refining, God refining...the martial arts are threefold, and in the next two stages, he is a little bit finished!"

There was a hint of appreciation in Zhao Mu's eyes, and then asked:

"But there are people who want to accept my thank you gift?"

After a brief discussion, Leng Li's eyes swept across the crowd.

In the cloud is the first Pang Jingyang of Qinglong Peak,

Master Yuanxiang from the Bodhidharma Temple of Tianlong Temple,

The great worship of the Cui clan of Qinghe,

In addition, the Hunyuan Taoist headmaster who just fought against Feng Xingkong.

Three sects and four sects, only these few people came in.

There are also three fresh faces.

One is a young woman dressed as a snow-white dress, with two long and one short knives hanging from her slender waist, her temperament is particularly conspicuous;

A rough-looking, mighty man with a tall stature.

A handsome young man with a spear upside down.

"I would like to receive this gift!"

The second young woman who entered the Meridian Gate had a clear voice.

Holding the long sword with his right hand, he slowly walked up the imperial road.

Third on the weekly list!

Lanmen Swordsman!

Mi blood suit!

"I have long heard that the most powerful and brilliant swordsman in China is a woman from the north."

Zhao Mu's eyes flickered, and the heavens and the earth suddenly became deadly, as if the heavy snow was pressing down in the middle of winter, making people feel bitterly cold.

"I saw it today, it's a well-deserved reputation."

Speaking of swordsmanship, apart from the seven limits of the gods and demons martial arts, he also has the domineering and unparalleled purple thunder seven strikes.

Relying on these two excellent martial arts that are beyond ordinary people's imagination, Zhao Mu's vision and eyesight for the sword are naturally outstanding.

Looking at it, the breath of the Lanmen Swordsman was short and long.

It's like walking and stopping, fast and slow, quite weird.

The double knives hanging from the slender waist swayed.

There was a clank sound, buzzing and trembling.

Zhao Mu is very clear that this is a big river with plenty of qi in the scabbard, like a rushing river.

Presumably at this moment, the other party's energy, deliberate, has reached the extreme.

Wait until the time to draw the sword.

It must be nothing more than a move, and it will be a shocking one.

"I don't know Miss Xueyi, how many dollars can you pay?"

Zhao Mu asked with a smile.

"I tried my best to get three shots."

The young woman dressed like white snow walked to the center of the imperial road and looked at the dragon robe that stood on the long white jade stairs.

"Your Majesty please enlighten me!"

Zhao Mu nodded and agreed.

He set up twenty gates in order to screen the many masters in the world.

Feng Xingkong's strong qi is strong, and the divine will is ferocious, I have already experienced it.

Next, try the depth of this northern woman swordsman.

"Then, I also made three swords."

Zhao Mu didn't take the knife, and just waited for Mi Xueyi to make a move.

The young woman didn't say much, her pace quickened.

The long knife was suddenly pulled out, like a bright stream, blooming in the world.

Dazzling!

The light of the knife hangs in the air like a scorching sun!

"One cut."

Zhao Mu didn't change his face because of the strong wind.

The right hand was raised, cutting out like a knife.

Seven blows of purple thunder!

Shen Lei hell!

The tyrannical energy swept away like a long knife.

That horrifying round of sword shining sun could not stop an ordinary hand knife.

Exploded immediately!

Mi Xueyi's eyes moved slightly, not daring to relax.

I don't know when to hold the short knife hanging from his waist in his palm.

Pouring rain!

Snow is all over the sky!

The knife gas came quickly and eagerly, like noisy.

Dao Gang went fiercely and fiercely, like a silver bottle burst.

Suddenly, the ground cracked hundreds of feet, pointing directly at the dragon robe that struck Dagon.

"Two knives."

Zhao Mu is still as steady as Mount Tai, with his five fingers moving, and his mind is like a knife.

Seven blows of purple thunder!

Thunder and Explosion of the Five Sacred Mountains!

Heaven and earth sympathize, and there is thunder.

Groups of explosive air waves turned into whirlpools, swirling the wind and clouds.

The lightning scurried away, and the thunder was raging, covering Mi Xueyi's knife energy and knife gang, tearing it to pieces.

Continuously hitting the sword and returning without success, his determination is as firm as Mi Xueyi, and he can't help but feel a sense of frustration.

This young and elegant Da Zhou emperor, his martial arts cultivation base is almost like a giant abyss, with no end in sight.

Endless!

Slightly boosting her heart, Mi Xueyi held the knife in both hands, and her lowered spirit rose again.

It seems that the world is closed, and is a line.

The fierce spirit drew the clamor of countless weapons in the imperial city.

"interesting."

The corner of Zhao Mu's mouth was slightly tilted, and he applauded:

"This sword can be used to kill the innate grandmaster."

Tear! Tear!

The surrounding air swirls like a blade cutting.

The ten-zhang knife gun is like a long dragon, rushing towards the emperor of the great Zhou standing above.

Seven blows of purple thunder!

Fury tears the world apart!

Because it's just a discussion, not a life-and-death struggle.

Therefore, Zhao Mu didn't use his full strength, and the three percent strength of Zhen Qi turned into a tangible knife.

The yin and yang two qi turned into pure strength, rubbing out a large group of fire, like a sea of ​​thunder and lightning.

The ten-zhang knife gun immediately seemed small.

The thunder and lightning shrouded the ocean, tearing the world apart, unstoppable!

"How terrible is this... a cut?"

Feng Xingkong, who retreated to the side, looked dignified. He saw the sound of thunder trembling under the friction of infinite force, and then the electric and light interlaced, forming a great momentum.

It's like the mighty sky, and it's frightening.

"If I were to deal with it, it might be blocked, but it won't be easy."

He thought.

The jealous look between the eyebrows abated a lot.

Before the discussion, Feng Xingkong felt.

Although the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty had a high level of martial arts, it did not reach the level of intrepidity that was definitely not an opponent.

Now when I look at it, I am too short-sighted.

"Your Majesty's martial arts are like heaven and humans, I'm not as good as it is."

Mi Xueyi saw this terrifying sword technique that had been transformed with strong true energy, and he was convinced, and accepted the sword and surrendered.

As the most powerful swordsman in the world, she understood very well.

Between the two, there is more than just the difference in realm and cultivation.

There is also the overall backwardness of divine will and heart.

No matter how exquisite his sword technique is, it is still the sword of the world.

But the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, seemed to reach the sword of heaven.

Send out at will, ghosts and gods.

Thinking of this, Mi Xueyi's eyes were dim.

She took a deep look at the Emperor Da Zhou who had "lost" the two in a row, and retreated to the side of Yu Dao.

"Seven people were present, and two of them received the gift, but who else wants to come forward?"

Zhao Mu asked aloud.

But no one dared to answer again.

"The second on the Zhou Tian list, the real dragon in the world, this is already a superb figure."

Pang Jingyang smiled bitterly, without thinking of insulting himself.

He is neither a martial arts madman like Feng Xingkong nor Mi Xueyi's obsessive desire for swordsmanship.

Zhou Tian ranked third and fourth, respectively lost to the hands of the emperor of the great Zhou.

It is enough to prove that Zhao Mu is completely qualified for the second place.

"I don't think it's necessary, the people in the Holy Land haven't taken any action yet."

Qinghe Cui's great offerings spread to the front line, and said silently.

On the one hand, he was afraid of the strong power of the emperor of the great Zhou Dynasty, and was afraid of being heard;

On the other hand, I hope to take a shot at the Holy Land ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ to kill the opponent's power.

The Royal Road Square in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony was quiet for a while.

then.

The wind blows.

Several voices from far to near.

"Shangyin Xuegong, come to watch the ceremony!"

"Purple Heaven Palace, come to watch the ceremony!"

"Mount Xumi, come to watch the ceremony!"

Scholar,

Taoist,

Monk.

The three of them came together.

The sky suddenly darkened.

Overcast clouds cover the clear sky.

It seemed that a torrential rain would soon fall.

As soon as these three great congenital masters appeared, the celestial phenomena changed.

"Left end cloud."

"Wu Yazi."

"Budai monk."

Zhao Mu finally showed a smile on his face, and the discussions with Feng Xingkong, Mi Xueyi and others were just appetizers.

The matchup he really expected was a shot from the Holy Land.

"Are you going together, or are you coming one by one?"

The Emperor Da Zhou raised his head slightly, and the twelve jewels of the crown collided, making a clear and pleasant sound.

"Your Majesty, don't worry, you are the strongest in martial arts! I am afraid that few people in this world can beat it."

The Budai monk smiled like Maitreya, and said lightly.

"But under heaven, you always lowered your head."

The old Dao of Zixiao Palace nodded his head, his eyes were cold, and he looked straight at the dragon robe.

He said solemnly:

"Zhao Mu! The Holy Land is on behalf of the Heavenly Path, if you kneel down and admit your mistakes at this moment, I can wait for Da Zhou."

"If it doesn't, the dynasty will collapse, and the aura will be exhausted!"

While talking, suddenly there was a thunder interlaced, and a large flashing purple seal appeared from the top of his head.

Lightning tears through the sky, and thunder shakes thousands of miles.

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