After seven hundred years of war between immortals and martial arts, various realms in the human world fell one after another, the earth collapsed, cities were destroyed, and almost all mortal warriors were killed or injured. In the end, Xin Zhuo, the true martial king in the world, single-handedly climbed up the ladder to heaven and stepped on the heavenly palace to kill the warriors when they were most desperate. When he arrived outside the Nantian Gate, he smashed the Nantian Gate with one sword, defeated the four heavenly kings, nearly three hundred quasi-immortal emperors, and three immortal princesses. He fought hard and almost killed the Grand Marshal of the Three Realms of Heaven, Prince Junhua, and threatened the entire Jiutian Mountains and Seas. Finish!
For this reason, the human world forced the Heavenly Court to negotiate peace, which eventually led to the recovery of the three domains of Nanyun, Donghua, and Beiming.
The Xianwu War has come to an end temporarily, and the world can take a breather.
Unfortunately, this is what all warriors in the world have seen. After the last sight, the ending of the True Martial King touched everyone's hearts.
However, according to the seriously injured Patriarch Lu Baiyi, he finally discovered that King Zhenwu was defeated by a powerful female fairy in the sky.
As a result, countless masters from all major domains dispersed in all directions to search for the whereabouts of King Zhenwu.
Unfortunately, after three full years of searching, there is no trace.
After the war, everything was in ruins, and all the martial arts masters had to give up searching and rebuild the world.
The void world has collapsed, and all the sects inherited by the great emperors have to temporarily live in the central region. The sects in each region are rebuilt, and the mortals also rebuild their cities and homes.
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Spring comes and summer passes, the sun, moon and stars move, and more than fifty years pass by like a white horse.
Every realm in the human world has regained some vitality, and the major sects are looking for and competing for new children with martial arts talents.
Masters from various sects and schools in the Central Region compete for talent. From time to time, two quasi-emperor ancestors compete with each other, using all kinds of methods to pierce the sky and shock all directions; The cultivation level is advancing rapidly; a certain junior who is immortal in a hundred battles can reach five small realms in one night; a certain master has mastered the art of swordsmanship and shines nine states with one sword...
But compared with the fame of the Zhenwu Heavenly King back then, They are simply ants and earthworms, not worth mentioning...
No! Even comparison is a blasphemy against Zhenwu!
The blood-stained white man with flying long hair, one person and one sword, fought from the foot of the ladder to the end of the ladder. He fought for thousands of miles and killed hundreds of millions of immortals. He smashed the Nantianmen with one sword and split the seventh heaven with one sword. Fighting in the sky, roaring in the nine heavens, fighting vertically and horizontally, conquering the three realms, and controlling the outcome of the immortal martial war.
What a majestic and heroic appearance that is?
How unique is that?
Eclipses all the heroes of the past and present!
The height he has reached has never been reached by anyone in the world. Even the ancient emperors could not achieve it. It is hard to say whether there will be any successors!
His position in the hearts of all warriors in the world cannot be replaced by anyone!
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"Why do you want to practice swordsmanship?"
The new gate of the East Palace is located in the Taiyi Ancient Sect Mountain Range of the Three Realms Mountains in the Central Region. The two sects have already merged One, Wu Yunzi, Lu Youhui and the others have also returned.
At this moment, under a green pine on a mountain peak, An Yuting put her hands behind her back and asked three tall and tall young men and women of seventeen or eighteen years old.
The three of them looked at each other and replied: "Master, we just think that the sword... is beautiful. The sword energy can break trees when it leaves the body!"
"Beautiful?"
An Yu Ting's pretty face was filled with sadness, "Do you know that many ancestors of the Eastern Palace have given up on swordsmanship!"
A little girl with a big nose asked in surprise: "Why?"
An Yu Ting was dejected: "I'm afraid of blasphemy!"
"Blasphemy?" The three disciples couldn't understand.
An Yuting sighed, raised her hands to the sky to show respect, and said: "After your master, there is no real sword cultivator in the world!"
The three disciples' eyes are all open. Liang Liang: "Who is the master? Is there any interest in the ancestor of the sword idiot?"
When it comes to the ancestor of the sword idiot, the three of them were shocked. He is fifty times more than his own master. One hundred times the ancestor.
Unexpectedly, An Yuting sneered: "The sword-crazy ancestor is not even worthy of carrying your master's shoes!"
Just as he said this, the sky in the distance suddenly became turbulent, and the mountain-protecting formation shook endlessly. A figure came quickly, standing high in the sky, with his hands behind his back, a hundred thousand sword energy roaring, and a look of unruly expression: "Liu Feng, Meng Zhao, Xi Fu." , Xitong, four children, please come out and give me the sword, or I will break your mountain gate."
The terrifying pressure instantly caused the entire sect to shake violently, and all the disciples staggered to the ground, almost lying on the ground. asphyxia.
An Yuting and her three disciples are no exception.
If the mountain-protecting formation had not been there, there would have been countless casualties. The big-nosed female disciple asked with difficulty: "What a powerful swordsman, master, master, who is he?"
An Yuting took a deep breath and then another, her expression full of fear: "Ye Wufeng, the disciple of the ancestor of Rushan, the quasi-emperor ancestor from the Third River, a big shot, and... the ancestors of the sect Liu Feng, Meng Zhao Xuanzun is of the same generation!”
The big-nosed female disciple said in surprise: “How can a person like a god live for tens of thousands of years?”
An Yuting couldn't help laughing, and the more she laughed, the crazier she became. There was a hint of pride in her expression: "Master, you can twist off his head and play it as a ball!"
Three disciples I was completely shocked. How could Master be so sacred?
At this moment, the Liufeng Patriarch, Mengzhao Xuanzun, and the newly promoted Seventh Stage Quasi-Emperor Xi Fu and Xitong rushed out from the distant mountains and bowed their hands: "Brother Ye, Why bother? ”
Ye Wufeng, who looked about thirty years old, was dressed in a black robe, with his hands behind his back, and his face was full of arrogance and domineering. Relying on his status as a disciple of the Half-step Emperor and his cultivation as the Eight Layer Stage Quasi-Emperor, he had fought in the past fifty years. All over the sects, bullying and dominating the market, doing whatever they want, except Li Qing's Imperial Master Palace, Immortal Old Man's Immortal Sea, Jieshan Haizu's Jieshan Palace, and Mo Zu's Mo Palace, no one dared to mess with him, not even the disciples of Jidao Tianzun and Wangchuan Martial Emperor. He captured and toyed with countless female nuns.
Liu Feng and Meng Zhao had a big headache.
"Who is your Brother Ye?" Ye Wufeng sneered and looked up at the starry sky, "The world is full of mediocrity, who can call me a brother? Only Zhenwu and I can be on an equal footing!"
Liu Feng couldn't help scolding: "Ye Wufeng, you have been practicing for more than 10,000 years in vain. You should be playing in the world." You have a degree, I really don’t know how much Zhenwu I am, how can you compare with him? I advise you to keep your tongue, otherwise Mr. Rushan will not be able to protect you!"
Ye Wufeng said! Knowing that he had said the wrong thing, his expression changed and he laughed: "It's just a joke, don't mind, please draw your swords now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a majestic voice like a bell and a big Lu suddenly came from the distance: "Zhenwu has returned, masters above the Great Yuan Lord of the Eastern Palace, quickly go to Tiance Palace to pay homage!"
Ye Wufeng heard this , legs softened, His face turned pale, he almost fell down, and his pupils shrank: "He, he's back? Everyone, I didn't say anything just now. I didn't mean the slightest bit of blasphemy!"
He turned around and left, as if he had changed. a person.
Liu Feng and Mengzhao Xuanzun looked at each other, their expressions changed, and their scalps felt a little numb.
The sword idiot, Cang Hai, Tai Lingzhao, Wu Yunzi, Lu Zhixian, Yuan Qigui, Xi Qingfu, Zhen Qingzi and other masters above the Great Yuan Lord below came out one after another, their expressions were extremely exciting. .
Mengzhao Xuanzun glanced at everyone: "Where is Xi Heying?"
Xi Qingfu immediately replied: "On duty at Tiance Palace!"
"Let's go!"
>Liu Feng said hello, and a group of people went straight into the distance.
Under the big green pine on a mountain peak behind her, An Yuting stood up with her three disciples, silently looking into the distance, then suddenly knelt down and paid homage: "Master is back safely, disciples, bow down!"
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The female disciple behind her was surprised and said: "Ah, is the person that the ancestors are going to see the master? Why don't we go?"
An Yuting smiled bitterly: "Because I am only a registered disciple, and because If you don’t have a cultivation level above the Great Yuan Lord, you are not qualified to see him!”
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Mengzhao Xuanzun and a group of masters from the Eastern Palace from Liufeng went straight to the distant Tiance Palace.
Tiance Palace is located in the Xuankong Palace of Xuankong Valley.
Although the Xianwu War is now over and the world has been rebuilt, issuing orders and rebuilding each domain still requires discussion by a group of ancestors. Therefore, it is reasonable for the "Tiance Palace", the highest decision-making office during the war, to be rebuilt.
Those half-step great emperors who have never seen their beginnings or tails take turns to be in charge; a group of the strongest quasi-emperors are on duty with five people at a time; ordinary quasi-emperors are on duty with fifteen people in one round; therefore, there must be twenty-one people every day Experts above the rank of quasi-emperor sit in charge and direct the reconstruction of the human world.
A group of people in the East Palace were feeling uneasy and uneasy. On the way, they met countless masters from sects and families who rushed to meet them. They found that everyone was very nervous and hurriedly rushed outside the "Tiance Palace". Looking forward, everyone was shocked -
Outside the Tiance Palace, there were more than thirty people lying in a mess, all lying in a mess, bleeding from their orifices, and groaning. Among them were two of the strongest quasi-emperors of the Nine Layers Platform; Ye Wufeng, who had challenged everywhere before and threatened to be on par with Zhenwu, was the worst. Half of his body fell apart, his skin and flesh were torn, and he did not dare to recover. He just knelt on the ground and groaned in fear.
Such a scene is rare in the world.
The ancestors of the quasi-emperors, who have conquered the world, practiced in all directions, are mysterious and powerful, and the most important thing in their lives is face, but now they have no moral integrity at all. They love whatever they want, and there is no shame in being defeated by the Zhenwu Heavenly King! (End of this chapter)