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In December, the sky is full of wind and snow, white snow dyed the whole sky and the earth, the wind blowing, as if blowing from the depths of hell, chilling cold.

On the land of beigulu Island, under the wind and snow, there are several figures.

"Where is it? Why can't you feel the fluctuation of breath? "

"Maybe it hasn't started yet?"

"For a while?" Several figures stopped to discuss.

Boom

At this time, deep in the sky, the sound like thunder rose and fell, and the whole beigulu island was clearly heard.

Crash, countless spaceships, mighty influx here, each is very large, like a huge bird in general.

That's the protoss army.

Several people froze.

The spaceship sped in the direction of Beiming and disappeared here in a few minutes.

"They went to Beiming."

"That direction, yes, I remember, Lin Yifan once appeared in Beiming, which should be the battlefield." One exclaimed.

The news that Lin Yifan stepped into the emperor to be had been spread for a long time. At that time, his place was Beiming. Not long ago, the divine Son of the gods came here. It is said that he met Lin Yifan at the edge of the grottoes.

Many people think that the war between the two people may be on this old land, and now they think that there is a northern hell.

Several people look at each other and quickly catch up.

Even though the land is covered with snow, as always, it seems that there will be no change in the past ten thousand years.

The sea water is still black, rich and turbid. The difference is that the fluctuation of life is much thinner. After hundreds of years of dark turmoil, we don't know how many living creatures have died. Even though this mysterious sea area is still withering.

On a huge floating island, vegetation is exhausted, black scorched soil, reefs and so on

Two figures sit here, face to face, between them there is a tea table, which is made of a stone. There are teapots and cups on the tea table, and the tea is still brewing. It is steaming and dense.

Whoa

Lin Yifan poured down a cup of tea for him and made a gesture of invitation.

Iron wood is not moved.

Lin Yifan didn't say anything. He poured another cup for himself. He picked it up naturally and sipped it. At the moment when he put down the teacup, he laughed: "your family is here."

Not far away, more than 20 spaceships came across the sky. Each of them was very large. They were combined to block out the sun. On the plywood, there were many powerful Protoss, ranging from the emperor's way to the holy land, and even several powerful sage kings.

As early as the moment when the son of God came to northern Gulu island and wanted to challenge Lin Yifan, they set out.

It is not afraid that Shenzi will lose to Lin Yifan, but to hold up a scene for Shenzi. After all, this is the first battle of Shenzi's struggle for hegemony.

Iron wood still has no expression.

After a short period of breathing, the spaceship came here and was suspended in the sky. Several powerful sages came out with great excitement and wanted to salute the son of God. As a result, a powerful force blocked them.

The son of God did not turn back and said, "no one is allowed to come down."

This is the competition between him and Lin Yifan, and it is also his first fight. After years of practice, he has to verify everything. How can he let others interfere?

As for, there is only one reason why so many people have never made a move. Lin Yifan's state is not very good, so he is waiting.

Lin Yifan said with a smile, "you have a lot of family."

Protoss, that's a huge race, though not as good as Terrans.

What's so little in front of you?

Tiemu is still waiting.

Another few days, this day, the rising sun, all things recover, the first ray of sunshine with the cold wind blowing here.

Tiemu slowly opened his eyes: "today, can we have a war?"

Lin Yifan responded: "not yet. Wait a minute." He recovered completely and stepped into the strongest state of the emperor to be. Not only that, he even reached a state of saturation.

It's terrible.

But his sword is not here. His sword is still on the boulder. Jiannan is still pulling out his sword, but he has not pulled it up.

"It moved. I saw the sword move. Is it going to be pulled out?" Someone exclaimed.

"No! Are you wrong? "

"No way. I moved it just now. Wow, wow, younger martial brother, come on! The Lord is still waiting to use his sword The man said again.

White dragon heard the sound, but did not step into here, far away from each other, quietly watching.

Jiannan is still pulling out his sword. His face is covered with sweat and red. His body and hands are shaking. He has been sleeping for a long time. His body is almost exhausted. Up to now, he is only exhausted.But he still insisted that he didn't want to give up. He heard that the LORD was going to fight with people and needed to use a sword, although he didn't understand why the Lord didn't come directly to take it?

I think it must be the reason.

Even, he began to think, is it because of himself?

This day, Yi Xiaoqi also came here. He blinked and said, "you are too tired."

Jiannan didn't speak. He thought, what do you know if you haven't practiced?

In a flash of time, several hours passed.

Jiannan suddenly roared, his hands trembled violently, and he held the sword of the son of heaven: "my heart has the skill of swordsmanship. It must last as long as the night. The sword rises..." The last word, echoing in this silent sky, has not dissipated for a long time.

As if sensing his will power, or some kind of power, the sword of the son of heaven began to tremble. With a bang, the ten thousand Zhang sword blossomed from the son of heaven's sword, shining the sky.

The whole floating island was shaking and swaying.

"It's pulled out."

"My God, he really succeeded." At this moment, countless people were shocked.

With a buzz, the sword of the son of heaven broke through the stone and burst into the sky. After several twists and turns, it returned to Jiannan's hand.

He opened his mouth slightly, but he was still in a daze.

At this moment, he felt a different breath fluctuation, as if the sword in his hand was a living body, which was beating like a heart. Not only that, he seemed to have seen through the sword.

That kind of feeling is not clear.

Yi Xiaoqi smiles: "congratulations."

After a long time, Jiannan regained his mind, and his tiredness was swept away. He took a deep breath, grasped the sword in his hand, and left here. He wanted to send the sword to the Lord.

Behind him, white dragon whispered: "another era."

Unfortunately, this era has withered. Even if someone inherits the willpower of the sword of the son of heaven, I'm afraid it can't change anything.

Well, Yi Xiaoqi

He raised his head and looked at the thin young man with complicated eyes.