Chapter 2708

The long river of fate is rushing, and the waves are surging.

Dressed in white clothes, Su Wanjun stood on a wave, her slender and white ankles remained motionless despite the waves beating her.

And in his palm, a dreamlike red sword energy quietly changed at this moment.

It became more and more solid, like a real Dao sword, spreading out a palpitating fiery red sword rain.

In the distance, the young monk clasped his hands together and said, "If you fight here, the poor monk will return to the sea like a dragon, and an existence from the other side of fate like Your Excellency may suffer the counterattack of fate and order."

Su Wanjun's eyes flashed with reminiscence.

A long time ago, she also trekked on the long river of fate. She once led a white mule and searched everywhere for the traces left by the swordsman.

I never thought that it has been too long and too long.

Now revisiting the old place, Mr. Su Wan can't help but feel as if she has passed away.

After a while, she hummed and said: "The suppression of the rules of fate can only allow me to exert less than half of my strength."

The young monk smiled slightly, and said: "The poor monk has expressed his position to withdraw from this dispute, and your Excellency must also be concerned about the safety of the two fellow Taoists. Why don't you take a step back and let the road open to the sky, and each side go?"

Su Wan Jun said: "Let me cut you with a sword, as long as you don't die, you can leave."

The young monk frowned.

boom!

He is full of Buddha's light, his treasure is solemn, and his Taoism is constantly climbing. The lotus platform under his feet is a place of ten thousand feet, and the torrent of fate that is flowing is imprisoned and remains motionless.

This kind of handwriting can only be done by the existence of the Emperor of Heaven!

After all, it is the river of fate, and even Tianjun walks in it carefully, lest he be hit by the waves of fate.

"A sword?"

A trace of confidence appeared on the brows of the young monk's brows, "What's the matter with giving you three swords?"

In the Chisong Mountain before, he was suppressed to the lowest point, so he looked so embarrassed in the confrontation with Lin Jinghong.

But now it's different.

In the long river of fate, he is as good as the emperor of heaven!

What is missing right now is nothing more than a chance to take charge of the Eternal Throne.

And in the Ancestral Court of Western Heaven in the Eternal Sky Territory, there is a vacant Eternal Emperor's Throne! !

However, the young monk didn't dare to be negligent. When he spoke, he had already exercised his whole body to the extreme.

The body is like a spiritual mountain, the heart is like glass, Daoyan III, transformed into the fearless and fearless Buddha.

At a glance, his whole body is like a majestic and boundless mountain, straddling the long river of fate, shining with boundless light.

Su Wanjun only took one look at the young monk before making a move.

The figure flashed out of thin air.

Suddenly, a red sword light suddenly appeared.

The next moment, a straight bloodstain appeared on the abdomen of the young monk whose figure was as majestic as a towering spiritual mountain.

Su Wanjun's figure floated a hundred feet away, with her two big sleeves fluttering, elegant and detached.

this moment,

In a place where the river of fate is hundreds of thousands of feet away, a huge sword mark suddenly appeared.

The sword energy was like blood, agitating the ten directions, reflecting the vast river water into a magnificent and bright red color.

"Do you want to let me have two more swords?"

Su Wanjun asked.

The young monk lowered his head, looked at the straight bloodstain on his abdomen, and said with a wry smile: "Your Excellency's swordsmanship is boundless, and the poor monk was so convinced that he lost, I feel ashamed and uneasy!"

"If you can catch my sword without dying, other heavenly emperors are not as good as you."

Su Wanjun seemed to be a little regretful, "I knew I would have used more strength to break your eternal Dao root that looks like a relic."

The young monk's face became stiff, and he sighed: "In a hundred years, the poor monk can guarantee that the ancestral court of Xitian will never be an enemy of Su Yi again."

Su Wanjun turned her wrist, held the red sword energy upside down, and walked away.

Not a word was said.

Just drift away like that.

The graceful figure is like a flash of light on the long river of fate, which is fleeting.

The young monk stood there and let out a long sigh.

On his abdomen, that bloody sword mark seemed inconspicuous, but it destroyed most of his vitality!

The internal organs are as if they have been destroyed, and they are dilapidated.

Even the avenue that was built just after merging the Taoism of the third generation has cracks!

It was only one step away from destroying his eternal Daogen! !

It's not an exaggeration to say that the previous sword strike did make him almost knocked out of the mundane world, and his body disappeared!

"People from the other side of fate, are they all so powerful that they are outrageous..."

The young monk thought of the phrase "I will give you three swords" that he said before, and his mood was as solid as a rock, and he couldn't help but lose his face.

He knew very well that the reason why he was able to save his life this time was because the woman in white hurried on her way to rescue the skinny old man and the middle-aged man.

The second is that the woman in white seems to have seen through it long ago, and the piece of Buddha bone she holds in her palm can help her resolve the disaster of killing herself.

Therefore, I don't want to get entangled.

But no matter what, I still lost this time, and the loss was a complete mess.

In a short time, this injury can never recover!

"Su Yi, I underestimated you this time, next time...it won't happen!"

After a long time, the young monk's eyes became firm again, and he walked towards the depths of the long river of fate.

He has already returned to the sea, and has integrated the Taoism of the three generations. As long as he returns to the ancestral court of the West Heaven, he can inherit the throne and rule everything.

At that time, you can break through the barriers on the other side of fate and see how high the sky of the Xuandao Ruins is.

...

On the long river of fate, there are many mysterious and strange gates of eternity.

In some gates of eternity, there are ancient secret realms that hide great opportunities and great fortunes. Some are desperate situations of life and death...

All kinds of gates of eternity, like stars, are scattered on the mighty river of fate.

Inside one of the gates of eternity.

This is an ancient battlefield!

One day is desolate, life is exhausted, and there are dilapidated and bleak scenes everywhere.

At this time, a big battle is unfolding.

Both sides in the war are existences that have long been detached from the long river of fate, and they are far from being comparable to the five eternal realms.

"Old man Gongye, after so many epochs, haven't you improved your morality a little bit?"

Amidst the loud shouts, a man in bronze armor and about ten feet tall slashed out the spear in his hand.

At the point of the spear, the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and everything collapsed.

This man's face is rough, his eyes are like sun and moon, his divine power is extremely terrifying, every breath makes the world tremble.

His name is Li Shouhu.

Self-proclaimed as one of the originators of gun art since the era of chaos, a long spear once shattered the end of the five realms of eternity and pierced the barrier of the other side of fate!

Among the Xuandao Markets on the other side of the river of fate, Li Shouhu is also an extraordinary existence.

With Li Shouhu, there are two other people.

They are a white-faced, beardless old man in Confucian robes with big sleeves like clouds, holding a handle of purple jade ruyi, and at the two ends of the ruyi, squatting a phoenix about to fly.

When waving Yu Ruyi, the phoenix sings, and the purple air is like a tide, setting off ancient runes all over the sky.

Together with Li Shouhu, the Confucian robed old man was dealing with Gongye Buddha.

On the other side of the ancient battlefield, another person was fighting with He Bo.

This is a black-clothed swordsman with broad shoulders and narrow waist, long scraggly hair, and terrifying eyes. He holds a huge wide-mouthed long sword, which is as straight as a door panel. There are countless thin and dazzling blood-colored avenue secret symbols on the sword body.

Every time the sword is swung, a shocking blood-colored sword mark is torn between the heaven and the earth, and the killing aura is so strong that the whole world is trembling.

In comparison, this black-clothed sword cultivator has the strongest combat power.

Li Shouhu is next.

Finally, there is the old man in the Confucian robe.

But this is a comparison between the three of them. If you choose one at random, you can run the river of fate and make those heavenly emperors with eternal thrones frown!

In fact, these three are not only in the Long River of Destiny, but also in the Xuandao Market on the other side of the Long River of Destiny, they can all be called "big bosses"!

"Fuck your mother, Li Shouhu, in front of the Sword Emperor City, I beat you like a grandson, did you forget?"

Gongye Futu had a mocking expression on his face.

In a word, it was like poking Li Shouhu's sore spot, a gloomy look appeared on his rough face, and he sneered:

"Dare to mention Baidi City, that ruined place has been trampled out long ago! As for you, Gongye Futu, you are no different from a dog in the water now, and your skills are not half what you were back then. It's really pitiful!"

Boom!

As we talked, the battle intensified.

A look of worry appeared on the brows of He Bo, who was fighting with the black-clothed swordsman.

Although Gongye Futu had a relentless mouth, he was in a very dangerous situation. He was suppressed step by step by Li Shouhu and the Confucian robed old man, and he was almost unable to hold on.

On his side, he could only contain the black-clothed sword cultivator, and if he wanted to win, he couldn't do it for a while.

"Hei Ya, I really didn't expect that you would join forces with those two old wretches."

He Bo suddenly said, "The Eldest Master was right. You are rebellious and have a wicked plan. It is no wonder that the Elder Master will expel you from the Sword Emperor City with a single order!"

The black-clothed sword repairman called Hei Ya suddenly grinned, "What kind of shit old master, that old thing is already dead!!"

The sword cultivator in black looks very handsome, but his complexion is too pale, which makes him look a little sick.

The most striking thing is that there is a sword mark between his eyebrows.

Not long, only three inches.

Like a blood centipede lying there vertically.

When he grinned, his white teeth were sharp, and his whole person showed a violent and sickly temperament.

He Bo frowned when he heard him call the elder an old man.

It is really unimaginable how this man, who kowtowed step by step outside Sword Emperor City, knelt in front of the gate of Sword Emperor City and sat withered for a hundred years just to enter the city as a sword servant, would become the man he is now. This look.

"The old man is not dead."

He Bo's tone was indifferent, "The Sword Emperor City may be destroyed, and the Xuan Dao Market may undergo drastic changes, but as long as the Elder Lord is alive, all of you who violate the Xuan Xuan Covenant will be liquidated one by one." A hint of sarcasm emerged, "If you weren't worried about being settled by the Elder Master, why did you pay a heavy price this time and forcibly descend on the long river of fate?"