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Chapter 852 A swan song, Bu Zhoushan!

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    As soon as Taichu died, Bu Feifan and Baihuang separated immediately, but Xiao Kunpeng and Chu Linxue's expressions changed when they hit Anu.

    After killing Taichu and He Xiangu consecutively, the White Emperor was born like a mad dragon, breaking free from the shackles of heaven and earth, showing the true arrogance of Gaiden.  With a single blow, the void is opened, the cracks in the endless space explode, and the torrent of mana rolls like a long river of ancient times.

    Bu Feifan's expression remained unchanged, his indifference was almost ruthless, and he single-handedly fought against the little Kunpeng, causing blood to fly and hair like a black waterfall.

    "Little Kunpeng, I heard that you have inherited the Taoism of the ancestor of Kunpeng, but I don't know how much inheritance you have inherited, or do you only have this strength? If so, it will really disappoint Su."

    Bu Feifan stepped into the void, the green bamboo in his hand was like a fairy, and every stroke seemed to communicate with the Dao, catering to the rules of heaven and earth.

    At this moment, Bu Fei's extraordinary demeanor is out of the world, the temperament of a peerless Confucian scholar is displayed, and the pen is brilliant, and the strokes of each stroke are shocking.

    ? The world-shattering battle is unfolding, a vivid painting, a touch of the green bamboo pen tip, pulls away the ink marks, using the sky and the earth as the drawing board, draws several strokes in a row, with a few strokes, a mountain and river ink scroll manifests the void.

    Taixue Eight Ways, Poetry and Fu, Qin, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting, any one of these eight unique arts has reached the sacred level. He once demonstrated his extraordinary talent in poetry and poetry as Bu Feihua himself, and with  Feng Wuxian's identity reveals her extraordinary chess talent.

    At this time, he even revealed a swan song in words as God Su, so now, it is another swan song.

    The ink scroll of mountains and rivers, as soon as it appears, manifests the breath of vast mountains and rivers. The coercion of heaven and earth is like the might of heaven, and the breath of prehistoric mountains and rivers is pervasive.

    The sky and the earth trembled, and there were eight sounds in a row, purple light radiated, and the painting of mountains, rivers and ink scrolls directly entered the eighth grade, which aroused the resonance of the outer world and the prehistoric world.

    Where the prehistoric place was, the huge Buzhou Mountain shook, as if the heaven and earth were cracking. Countless ascetics who practiced hard on Buzhou Mountain opened their eyes from cross-legged self-study, because of this shock, their faces changed wildly.

    "Buzhou Mountain trembles, and the law of heaven and earth trembles?"

    The vast Buzhou Mountain Road rhyme flows, and the rays of the sun condense until it rises into the sky, and the whole prehistoric can be seen.

    ?On Buzhou Mountain, a celestial defect is cracked, like the scene of the end of the world, thunder and light are intertwined, and the power of catastrophe falls heavily. If the Milky Way pours down from nine days, the momentum will shake the prehistoric world.

    There was a loud rumbling sound from Buzhou Mountain, and the reverberating sound echoed in the sky. It was the roar of the Buzhou Mountain Spirit. A ray of aura descended from the void above Buzhou Mountain.  The aura of the avenue united, and was drawn by the aura of the avenue, and quickly sank into the sky.

    All the monks on Buzhou Mountain raised their heads and were startled by this scene, each of them showed a moved expression, and the surprise in their hearts could not be calmed down for a long time.

    "The soul of Buzhou Mountain splits into the void. Is this someone communicating with Buzhou Mountain across the world and summoning Buzhou Mountain?"

    "Could it be that someone wrote a shocking article with Buzhou Mountain, which attracted the inspiration of Buzhou Mountain, and wants to descend with divine sense!!"

    In the realm of the imperial mausoleum, the vast atmosphere is billowing.

    The sky split open, and a barren and ancient atmosphere from the prehistoric flooded out, making all the arrogances discolored.

    On that day, a huge sky-reaching mountain could be faintly seen. The mountain was connected to the emperor's mausoleum and the end of the space passage. However, from the other end of the passage, everyone sensed the familiar prehistoric breath.

    Buzhou Mountain¡ª¡ªArrival!

    Tongtian Buzhou attacked wildly with a rumbling momentum. As soon as he appeared, the general starry sky in the entire emperor's mausoleum was splitting open, and the little Kunpeng's dharma form was shattered.  The prehistoric atmosphere pervades the realm of the imperial mausoleum, and there is a domineering attitude that changes the world.

    The coercion is like a heavy hammer, hitting the little Kunpeng's chest, the power of the sky is unpredictable, and Buzhou Mountain is the backbone of Pangu, representing the arrogance of the great god Pangu, in addition to arrogance and unyielding.

    Let me ask, who can be presumptuous in front of Pan Gu.

    Even the great emperor of another world must surrender!

    Little Kunpeng was prostrate on the ground, his face was covered with blood, and his face was hideous and terrifying.

    "God Su! How dare you treat me like this!!"

    Little Kunpeng showed a state of madness, and murderous intent rushed out of his eyes, bursting out with a three-foot red light.

    He pressed one hand horizontally in the void, forcibly supporting the pressure of Buzhou Mountain and knelt up.

    "I'm mean to you? You're wrong, and God Su is going to send you to hell!"

    Bu Feifan, instead of keeping a low profile, at this moment, his body is out of the dust, and he is stepping into the void, and with a wave of the green bamboo pen,?? One after another lore.

    The ink marks flew and dyed, like an ink sword, cutting the world apart, even black couldn't escape the cut, lingering in killing intent, it cut towards the neck of little Kunpeng.

    "You dare, if you dare to kill me, the ancestor will not let you go!"

    Little Kunpeng gritted his teeth and shouted.

    Bu Feifei smiled: "What? If you lose to me, is this a threat? The emperor's mausoleum is cut off from all auras, and even a saint can't sense it. If Patriarch Kunpeng wants to kill me, he must know who killed me.  you!"

    Bu Feifan was completely indifferent to the threat of Xiao Kunpeng, with a stroke of support, iron painted silver hook, ink light flew down, and directly drew a fairy sword in the void.

    As soon as the sword came out, the killing intent was like a rainbow, and the aura filled the nine heavens, and the sword aura crossed across the sky, hitting the little Kunpeng's place.

    "You are too arrogant!"

    Little Kunpeng transported his mana strongly, and the surging mana roared from his body like a tide. His face was full of sternness, and a black light flashed in his hand, and a long and narrow object appeared in his hand.

    After this long and narrow object appeared, it immediately emitted a wave of extreme power, and there was a "click" sound in the void, and the extreme destructive power turned into ripples and smashed away, directly strangling and making invisible the ink fairy sword drawn by Bu Feifan.

    "Immortal Sky Knife?"

    Bu Feifan's eyes shrank, and his heart sank when he saw the ultimate weapon in Xiao Kunpeng's hand.

    "Unexpectedly, the Immortal Emperor's Immortal Sword was collected by you without a sound. It is a good way!"

    Previously, several people killed the Immortal Emperor's corpse, and let Xiao Kunpeng fight against the Immortal Sword alone, but he did not expect that Xiao Kunpeng was so skillful, he inadvertently captured the Immortal Sword, and surrendered it.

    Although this is just a fake heavenly knife, it is the weapon of the Immortal Emperor, which is enough to surpass your spiritual treasure.

    "If you don't take out this weapon, I almost forget its existence. Now that you have taken it out, I will be disrespectful!"

    Bu Feifan's voice was loud and loud, and he was also jealous of the Immortal Sword. The arrogance of everything in his words made Xiao Kunpeng even more resentful.

    Little Kunpeng had the immortal sword in his hand, and his aura suddenly rose. Even the coercion of Buzhou Mountain was eliminated by the immortal sword, and now he was holding the sword.

    Little Kunpeng stands proudly. He controls the Immortal Sword of Heaven, and he has the illusion that with one sword in hand, he can destroy the prehistoric world.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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