Such arrogant words, if it were normal times, not only Yingfei but also Chen Fenghe Wenqing would laugh at them. 5c(≧▽≦)/.
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In their memories, it seemed that no one dared to talk to the powerful Emperor like this, but at this situation, several people did not smile at all, because they knew that Wang Simiao did not mean to joke at all.
Ying Fei stopped the movements of his hands, frowned tightly, and looked at Wang Simiao standing in the huge handprint, his eyes full of fighting intent.
For many years, Yingfei has been under the aura of his father. He can get wind and rain in the inner domain. Anyone who disobeys will be killed by his sharp blade. But today, he can only rely on
Only after years of hard work can I carve out a bloody path.
He knew that if he did not kill the man in front of him today, then only death would be waiting for him.
'Death' seemed to have been forgotten in Ying Fei's mind for many years. It was only at this moment that the word suddenly appeared in his mind. However, this extremely sensitive word did not stay in his mind for too long.
Because he is sure of victory and has the desire to win.
As if aware of the fighting spirit in Ying Fei's eyes, Wang Simiao smiled faintly, stretched out his right arm, spread his hand, then extended his thumb flat, and waved to Ying Fei with the other four fingers, saying softly: "Come on, take it out.
Your strongest blow!"
His voice was still childish, but to everyone's ears, it sounded indescribably dignified, and his bursts of domineering energy were natural, without any trace of artificiality.
Ying Fei's eyes were like two sharp blades, shooting out a ray of light fiercely, the corners of his mouth opened slightly, and his white teeth glowed with a dazzling white color under the sunlight: "Okay, I want to see, what is your body?"
Harder, my divine sword is still harder!"
After saying this, Ying Fei turned his hand and held it in the air. A ball of fire suddenly appeared. The surrounding air swayed slightly. The flame broke from the middle and continued to rotate around. Immediately, a sharp sword slowly emerged from the flame.
Float out.
The small sword was half a foot long, and the blade was filled with waves of cold light. A trace of chill traveled along the blade between heaven and earth. An ancient aura from the prehistoric times, like the boundless sea water, suddenly filled the air.
"What a sword!" The moment the little sword appeared, Wang Simiao's eyes suddenly narrowed into slits, and a look of excitement flashed across his face, as if he had finally found a sharp sword that could match his body.
"Come on! Let me try your sword!"
"good!"
The brief words pushed the entire battle to its peak. The small sword was surrounded by flames little by little. The five-color divine radiance on Wang Simiao's body was rippling with layers of splendor. The depression and solemnity in the air made Chen Fenghe Wenqing in the distance, his forehead
A thin stream of sweat oozed out.
"Look Simiao, is this okay?" Wenqing swallowed her saliva and looked at Chen Feng with some worry.
Shaking his head, Chen Feng knitted his eyebrows. To be honest, he had no idea. If his prediction was correct, the object Simiao refined should be the legendary ancient divine stone, the Sky-Mending Stone.
According to legend, in ancient times, the water god Gonggong rebelled and fought with the fire god Zhurong. In the end, Gonggong was defeated by Zhurong. In anger, Gonggong smashed Buzhou Mountain, the pillar of the Western World, with his head, causing the sky to collapse and the water of the Tianhe River to pour into the world.
The great goddess Nuwa couldn't bear to see mortals suffer, so she piled huge rocks as a furnace on the top of Tiantai Mountain, took five-color soil as material, and borrowed the sun's divine fire. It lasted nine days and nine nights, and she refined 36,501 five-color sacred stones. Then she cultivated her whole body, as many as she could count.
Scattered among the five-color sacred stones, it finally repaired the sky and saved the world.
According to legend, the cultivation of the ancient great goddess Nuwa remains in the Five-Color Divine Stone, and its power is self-evident, because Nuwa is the ancestor of mankind, and her powerful cultivation is unmatched by anyone. Although the Five-Color Divine Stone contains
, the energy of gestation is only one 30,000th of that of Nuwa, but it cannot be underestimated.
And now that Wang Simiao has refined all the Sky-Mending Stones, he will naturally get some energy from God Nuwa. But what makes Chen Feng uneasy is that the weapon in Yingfei's hand is also extraordinary. It is one of the top ten divine weapons in ancient times.
sword.
Although the Heavenly Sword was later broken into three sections and refined into three different flying swords by later generations, the energy contained in them was not comparable to ordinary mortal items.
Now that both of them are assisted by ancient artifacts, the outcome is unknown to Chen Feng.
While thinking, the small sword slowly floated out of flames, floating quietly in front of Ying Fei. Ying Fei's eyes lightly swept over the small sword, and the desire to win became more and more determined in his eyes.
That's right, this 'Zhushu' was given to me by my father when I broke through the Great Emperor. At that time, my father once said that this sword was the ### artifact in the world. Although I dare not say that it would be difficult to find anything comparable to this sword,
There are very few people in the world who are as famous as him. Even Ying Fei's father has never seen a few.
Moreover, since the time of the Great Emperor, Ying Fei has relied on this sword to travel far and wide, rarely encountering an opponent. This has further confirmed the status of this sword in Ying Fei's heart.
Ying Fei firmly believes that as long as he activates the little sword, no one in the world would dare to challenge him head-on, not even a peerless strongman like his father!
The hands danced gently, the small sword ### spun, and the flames around him flew crazily, like cheerful elves. I wanted to witness with my own eyes the spectacle of 'Zhu Ri' traveling around the universe again, meeting gods and killing gods, and meeting Buddhas and killing Buddhas.
scenery.
As Ying Fei's hands danced, Zhu Ri's body flashed with cold light, and a sword cry like a dragon's roar appeared in everyone's ears.
The dragon roars were like a signal to declare war. Ying Fei opened his eyes wide, shouted loudly, pressed his hands fiercely into the flames, and then his whole body was violently beaten. In an instant, it turned into a white light, and he rushed towards Wang Simiao crazily.
Shoot away quickly.
The sword light was so fast that people couldn't even see everything in front of them clearly. Only the white light flashed by, and the small sword was mixed with the aura of ancient times, and it carried unparalleled power, as if splitting the sky.
The sharp ax rushed straight towards Wang Simiao.
The vast energy caused the sky and the earth to change color, and cool wind mixed with gravels rose up one after another. As the sun flew by, a hundred-meter deep pit drawn by air waves instantly appeared on the ground. The pit rushed straight towards Wang Simiao.
, a large amount of gravel, accompanied by the roaring sound of the ground breaking, made Chen Fenghe Wenqing's heart suddenly lift.
Compared to Ying Fei's large formation, Wang Simiao, who had been standing on the ground, seemed extremely quiet.
Looking at the flying little sword, looking at the huge pits that kept appearing on the ground, looking at the sky and the earth shaking with the wind and red clouds, Wang Simiao smiled happily.
Yes, his smile was very happy, just like a child finding a favorite toy and a believer seeing the light of heaven.
The five-color divine light has been rippling around Wang Simiao. As the day gets closer and closer, Wang Simiao finally makes a move. He opens his hands again and closes his eyes quietly, as if he wants to embrace the whole world with his hands.
Following Wang Simiao's movements, the divine light rolled in the air, and then seemed to be pulled by something, rushing towards Wang Simiao's body crazily.
In a moment, the five-color divine light beside Wang Simiao disappeared, and Wang Simiao flew into the air like lightning, then hugged his knees and floated directly in the air.
Chen Feng and Wenqing in the distance looked at everything in front of them in surprise. When Wang Simiao hugged his knees and huddled up, the two of them had a strange illusion almost at the same time, as if Wang Simiao was not a human at this moment.
But the real one is a five-color stone.
The shiny skin shimmers beautifully in the air, and the colorful colors make Wang Simiao look a bit more mysterious.
The white light rushed in front of Wang Simiao at the moment when Wang Simiao curled up. Zhuri's sharp sword light hit Wang Simiao hard, and the extended white light in the air gathered towards Wang Simiao.
For a moment, everyone, including Ying Fei in the sky, wanted to know what the outcome would be. Was it his own sword that was stronger or Wang Simiao's weird system that had the upper hand? However, no one could see clearly what was before them.
Because when all the white light entered Wang Simiao's body, the five-color divine light and the white divine light rose into the sky at the same time. Although there was no sound at all, the entire world was illuminated so brilliantly that it was impossible for people to see clearly what was in front of them.
The powerful light lingered for a long time. The three of them tried every means and tried every means, but everything was in vain. There was no way to dispel the dazzling light in front of them.
The sound of breathing seemed to be the last melody left in the world. The three of them breathed the surrounding air vigorously, as if this was the only way to relieve their nervousness. However, this method obviously did not work, because every minute
Every second, several people have the illusion that their days are like years.
After an unknown amount of time, maybe a few breaths, maybe a whole century, the divine flowers in the sky finally dispersed. The three people hurriedly looked in the direction of Wang Simiao, only to see that Wang Simiao had returned to his standing state at some point, and
The legendary ancient artifact 'Chasing the Sun' was inserted directly into his left shoulder.
I saw the sharp sword tip exposed through Wang Simiao's body day by day, while the hilt of the sword remained quietly on Wang Simiao's shoulder. The entire small sword passed through the shoulder, and the sticky five-color blood was flowing along the sword.
Pointed, dripping to the ground bit by bit.
"Si Miao!" Chen Feng and Wenqing shouted at the same time, and rushed towards Wang Simiao. However, as Chen Feng's voice sounded, Wang Simiao, who was standing there, calmly turned his head and glanced at Chen Feng indifferently.
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Chen Feng stopped and stood there in astonishment, because he saw something different in Wang Simiao's eyes, which seemed to be stubbornness, persistence, and an unquestionable signal.
Ying Fei in the air also looked at Wang Simiao blankly, with excitement and joy in his eyes, but for some reason, there was also an indescribable panic. Although Wang Simiao's body had been pierced day by day, that kind of strong uneasiness,
But like maggots on the tarsus, ### quietly arose in his heart.
Grasping the hilt of the sword on his shoulder with one hand, Wang Simiao suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud. Although his expression was still stubborn, he looked weak.
When Ying Fei saw Wang Simiao paralyzed, he was overjoyed and laughed. He opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly froze in mid-air. Because he found that somehow, he could not take back the sun, and at this moment
At this moment, Ying Fei sensitively discovered that in Wang Simiao's left hand, there was a small golden cauldron burning with blue flames...
