"Your Excellency is just a man who lived more than a hundred years ago. Even if you were once a great emperor, you are no longer. A hundred years have passed and things have changed. Do you think anyone in the world today will recognize you as the emperor of Dali?" Facing the cold weather,
With the strong wind and huge momentum, Xu Wu said in a deep voice, "Even if you are, in my eyes, you are just a big leader of Jianghu forces. How can I make you kneel down? Your Dali Kingdom is located in the south of the world.
, among all the people in the world, how can it ever be considered a country?"
As the founding emperor of Dali, the most proud thing in Duan Siping's life was his transformation from a man of the world to an emperor, and the creation of a country like Dali.
At this time, when he heard that Wuwu was so dismissive of his great achievements, he suddenly became furious, his face changed, "unruly", and the whole golden hall trembled with a tremor, as if it was about to collapse.
He raised his right hand and pointed with a finger in the middle.
Immediately, Niangwu felt that the momentum around him had subsided, and all the strong winds were converging towards the finger he pointed out. As he stretched out a little bit, his finger actually gradually glowed.
Finally, it turned into a golden finger, pointing towards the void between the eyebrows with terrifying power.
As soon as he pointed, this was different from the six-meridian divine swords of the three old monks outside. There seemed to be an invisible sharp sword on the gold. As he pointed out, it pierced straight through. The sharp sword pierced the air and struck sharply.
The sword energy came towards me, it was terrifying and boundless.
Xingwu had a heavy expression, and slowly raised his hands, first moving them to the left, then pushing them upwards, then turning downwards, making a Tai Chi circle in front of him, and the majestic power spurted out from his palms.
As his hands drew a circle in the air.
Tai Chi turned out, the true energy circulated endlessly, and a huge vortex appeared in front of him. This time he did not dare to be careless at all, and his whole body's skills were used to the extreme, and the huge vortex in front of him rolled up wildly.
A strong wind emerged out of thin air. The crane lamps, golden furnaces, golden beds, etc. placed in the surrounding halls were all swaying in the strong wind. The magic lamps that had not been extinguished in more than a hundred years were here.
Sometimes the lights flicker and are about to be extinguished.
boom
A terrifying and boundless sword energy was activated, and Duan Siping's hand seemed to be holding a huge divine sword and stabbed directly into the void. He was tyrannical and domineering, going forward indomitably and piercing through everything.
The majestic sword energy shot on the Tai Chi Zhuan in front of Xu Wu, and the huge vortex of air flow rotated rapidly under his hands, like a huge millstone, bit by bit grinding away Duan Siping's huge...
Sword energy.
The sword energy came into contact with the huge Tai Chi turn, and a friction sound was made. Two equally terrifying and powerful air currents were resisting each other, and neither one gave way to the other. In the end, there was a loud bang.
Both the terrifying energy collapsed into smoke, and the tyrannical energy swept out, sweeping down a lot of things around them. There was a loud crackling sound, and many things were smashed into pieces.
Behind the void, Zhao Lin felt waves of roaring in his ears, as if the waves of the angry sea were surging around him. The red, terrifying air waves swept out, and the strong wind made his clothes all over his body rustle.
Cengceng
Xingwu's body swayed and he took two steps back. His back happened to bump into Zhao Lin behind him. Zhao Lin was shocked all over and felt a generous mountain pressing over him. Fortunately, the mountain stopped as soon as it touched.
Knock yourself away.
At this time, Xuanwu was breathing heavily, and his face was slightly pale. Although he had absorbed the skills of many people, he was still inferior to Duan Siping, an old monster who had lived for more than two hundred years.
The most important thing is that just now, he had a fierce battle with the three old monks in the attic, which consumed a lot of internal energy, and when he killed the three people, he failed to absorb their skills.
After all, the situation was critical at that time. One shot of the Six Meridian Divine Sword was faster than lightning. He had to kill three people as quickly as possible, so there was no way to slowly absorb the power to replenish it.
He felt that both the sea of qi and the dantian in his body were empty, and an unprecedented sense of weakness surged throughout his body. His face turned pale, and the feeling of weakness made him feel very dangerous.
However, he held on to prevent himself from showing any signs of weakness, otherwise he would immediately be violently attacked by the person on the opposite side, which would be extremely dangerous.
His body stood proudly and motionless. Duan Siping, who was opposite him, did not notice his state. Only Zhao Lin, who was behind him and closely leaning against him, felt it. He also knew that nothingness had just fought in the attic.
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Suddenly, his lips moved slightly and he whispered something behind Xuwu. Suddenly, Xuwu's eyes flashed and he looked at Duan Siping. He slowly moved his body, as if he was adjusting a better combat position.
Duan Siping did not take action immediately and allowed him to move, "Young man is really amazing. He is worthy of practicing Beiming Divine Technique. He can actually block 80% of my power." Although he said this, he was actually shocked in his heart.
Incomparable and full of doubts.
He was very clear about the weakness of Beiming Divine Art, but why didn't this young man feel it? This made him wary. After living for more than two hundred years, life was more precious to him than anyone else.
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"It turns out that you have already exerted 80% of your skill. I thought you only exerted 50%. I didn't expect that you have lived for more than two hundred years and your 80% skill is only this little."
But it was a blow.
Duan Siping's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and two rays of solid murderous intent were emitted without concealment. The falcon's eyes were firmly locked on the void, as if he was about to fight him at any time, and blood was splashed on the ground.
At this time, Wuwu had already walked to his side, stopped, and suddenly raised his left hand quietly. Although his movement was small, it still clearly fell into Duan Siping's eyes, but he didn't know what Wuwu wanted to do, but he just quietly
Watching quietly.
At this moment of nothingness, the mental technique of Beiming Divine Art in his body was operating to the extreme. A majestic and terrifying suction force came from his left palm, with the palm of his hand pointing upward. It was not aimed at Duan Siping, but at the big chun tree behind him.
Wood.
The big chun tree is green and raindrops, the fairy leaves are swaying, and the rays are blurry. It exudes endless vitality and power, like the sun in the sky, which is the source of power for all things on the earth. That big chun tree is Duan
Siping's sun, the source of his power and the source of life.
In silence, the life force emitted by the glow above was slowly attracted to the void. This power was so magical that when it entered the body of the void, he felt a cool feeling flow throughout his body, and a wave of
The power of life nourished his limbs and bones, giving him a renewed sense of strength.dd