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In the realm of three radiances, three bright moons are connected like short chains, reflecting the ten directions. Read the full text of the latest chapter
There is a gray area below. At this time, purple and red light is flashing. More than ten thousand people are swarming like ants, moving chariots and forming military formations. The sound of killing shakes the sky.
About a hundred miles away from the gray area, a solitary peak stands.
The four-foot long sword was inserted straight on the top of the peak, facing the moon in the sky, extending out dark lines of different lengths, slowly flowing with time.
King Mangcang is wearing heavy armor, with a blood-red cloak fluttering in the wind. His huge body, which is more than ten feet tall, is another sharp sword, standing tall and motionless on the solitary cliff.
Behind him, the military prince enshrined the protector god and knelt down on the ground. More than ten people made no sound, but quietly moved their eyes to the interlaced shadows.
In the night, the shadows were blurred, and the chaotic lines seemed to have solidified, but in their eyes, it was like two heavy wheels rumbling over, which could crush them to pieces at any time.
The wheel of time passed by slowly and quickly, as it moved to the next grid.
When a purple light flashed in the sky, the Guards War Officer riding on the Purple Condor flew through the air and shouted from a distance:
"The Longxiang Guards' army broke into the void corridor"
??Everyone on the solitary cliff had a rising breath, and most of them looked happy. Only King Mang Cang's blood-red pupils stared coldly at the war supervisor until the war supervisor spat out the next words:
"Uncle Gao Feng died in the battle, and General Zimang was seriously injured. I am afraid that the army will not be able to continue, so I ask your Majesty to make a decision."
The cold moonlight was like a knife wheel, cutting off all the floating thoughts, and deathly silence enveloped the lonely cliff.
King Mang Cang¡¯s bloody eyes drowsied slightly, and after a moment, he reached out and grasped the hilt of the sword.
When everyone in the rear saw this, they were all shocked and shouted out advice:
"Your Majesty, you must not do this."
"Your Majesty, the Void Tunnel is extremely fragile, and it has reached its limit in accommodating the Bingfeng Battle Formation and two Tribulation Masters"
"If the king personally takes action and the corridor is broken, within ten years, there will be no chance of taking another step into the true world."
"Yes, Your Majesty, our army's rear force is still long, not to mention the forward attack. But the magician must step up to consolidate the corridor regardless of the cost. As long as it is raised to another level, great things can be accomplished."
"I am willing to personally supervise the battle. No matter the cost, I must kill the female cultivator. ("
When the crowd was raging and expressing their loyalty, King Mangcang smiled coldly, and all the noise behind him disappeared, leaving only him, speaking slowly:
"According to the calculation of the true world, it is now ten hours later, and a million-strong army can only advance twenty miles before the Void Tunnel.
¡°The leading general has over thirty casualties, and the rest are uncountable.
"There is also a real female cultivator opposite. Hey, hehe!"
At first it was still a cold sneer, but later it was full of laughter, but the laughter was so cold and cold that it froze all directions.
Amidst the laughter, someone finally relied on their identity and argued:
"It's not a misjudgment by the king, it's actually this person who is cunning and deliberately destroying the void corridor"
Before he finished speaking, the blood-red cloak swept away and cut across the man's neck. His head rolled down, his energy and blood surged into the sky, and he was dead on the spot.
Everyone on the solitary cliff knelt on the ground again, as silent as cicadas.
King Mangcang¡¯s laughter stopped and his tone did not change at all:
"Now the princes and princes from all directions are attacking the true world. I will lead this partial army to move to the five realms and open up a void tunnel here. I was supposed to enter the true world and gain a victory. However, the opportunity has been lost and I am destined to be a laughing stock"
At this time, no one dared to speak again and tried to comfort him, but King Mangcang¡¯s tone softened:
"Even if we fail to attack the real world and make future generations laugh, it is still a pleasure to meet the heroes of the real world and kill them. Everyone, please follow me and I will give this hero among women a ride."
All the generals worshiped him and obeyed their orders with dignity.
King Mangcang smiled happily again, and pulled out the four-foot long sword. It shook in the air, and the sharp blade that had been with him for thousands of years shattered into powder.
What was shattered at the same time was the dimly visible gray area under the three bright moons adorned with short chains, and the crumbling void corridor in the middle.
More than half of the more than ten thousand Longxiang Guards were killed or injured in an instant, and thousands of people fell from the sky screaming.
King Mang Cang was reluctant to cast a glance, but stared at the blood-stained female crown still standing in the void after the cloud and smoke barrier dissipated.
Under the illumination of three bright moons, there are no traces of the previous fierce battle in the void corridor. At the same time, there is also the theoretical only path to the true world that has been erased.
King Mang Cang stared with blood eyes and saw that although the female crown had no way of escape, her face was dull and her hands wereThere is a long sword, and there is another sword that surrounds the body like a swimming fish. The sword's intention is not sharp, but it is gurgling, slow and endless, and it contains unpredictable tenacity in this natural nature.
"Although the internal laws are established, the external laws coexist. It is really just the realm of real people."
King Mangcang opened his palms. Without the protection of the void corridor, he, a strong man who "contained his own domain", could kill a real person with just a flip of his palm.
His original idea was just to clasp his five fingers together, smash the muscles, bones and meridians throughout the woman's body, weaken her will, destroy her pride, and then proceed to concoct it.
But when he was about to grasp it, he discovered that the whole body of the female crown is integrated inside and outside. The intention is its tendons, the will is its bones, the qi and blood are in harmony, and the divine will is the law. He might be able to beat him to pieces with absolute force, but it would be impossible to capture him.
"Is this true for a real person?"
King Mang Cang¡¯s blood-stained eyes cut across Nu Guan¡¯s shoulder, looking into the void that had no trace left. He really didn¡¯t know how many talents like Nu Guan were there in that world.
He slowly flexed his fingers, and brought his five fingers together in sequence in the palm of his hand. The sky shook, and the moon in the sky was blurred.
The sword light swimming outside the female crown immediately let out a cry, and the swimming range was reduced by 80%. However, its trajectory still turned into a smooth spiral tangent, and was finally reshaped into a perfect circle.
King Mangcang looked up to the sky and smiled: "That female crown, please tell me the name of the sect. I will use this lonely peak to build a monument for you as a tomb, so as to remember it for future generations."
Nu Guan¡¯s eyes were as calm as water, she said nothing, and she raised the sword in her hand as if to ask questions. The figure actually stood motionless in the turbid current of the void that had twisted and collapsed.
King Mang Cang raised his ring finger, and blood splattered all over the female crown, like smoke and mist under the moonlight.
But she is still standing in the void, her sword is moving towards her heart, neither advancing nor retreating!
On the lonely peak, the colors of the generals' offerings changed slightly.
King Mang Cang suppressed her with his strength, lured her with his reputation, and frightened her with his power, but he was unable to sway even the slightest bit of this woman's thoughts.
No kneeling, no arrogance, not even seeking cathartic heroics, just plain and simple, making the most reasonable and appropriate choice.
"How many of these ordinary people have been seen in the Zhaoxuan Holy World over the past million years?
King Mang Cang¡¯s bloody eyes were focused, and a truly joyful smile escaped from the corners of his lips:
"Behead this talent, this defeat will eventually lead to gain."
The middle finger, index finger and thumb were closed at the same time, and the void in the Three Glory Realm let out a tragic moan. The distance between the three moon discs was abnormally shortened. The void collapsed violently, and debris flew around like a hurricane. At the center of the collapse was the female crown.
In the irresistible force of void collapse, the magic sword outside her body collapsed and the sharp sword in her hand shattered. The female crown knew that she had reached her limit. She raised her head slightly and stared at the dim moonlight. An inexplicable emotion suddenly came over her. Her face, which had always been as plain as water, turned out to be A slight smile appeared.
??¡It¡¯s a shame that we have been together for thousands of years, but there is no reason to shake hands and talk happily.
When these words flowed through my heart, the turbid moonlight filled the sky, but it was inexplicably clear and quiet, and the light was clear and transparent, like a hanging veil, and like the sea water flowing back and forth, the sparkling light spread out, and the cracked void actually calmed down, with only slight ripples. The sky is beautiful and the sea is beautiful, the waves are calm and the wind is steady, how can there be a hurricane?
King Mang Cang¡¯s bloody eyes were dramatic.
At this moment, the wind and waves around the female crown were calm, but the hurricane that could sweep away the universe and crack the void moved out of thin air under the moonlight. The solitary peaks under the feet collapsed layer by layer, and all the generals worshiping them were tossed and danced around, doing random things. group.
The body of the Mang Cang King remained motionless, staring at the clear moonlight.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????? There is a group of shadows that are suddenly blurring out in the clear brilliance. In an instant, there is a corner of the majestic city and the majestic fairy mountain, breaking through the void and rushing into the world of three radiances.
The void was torn apart, thousands of miles were in turmoil, and the millions of troops gathered nearby, even though they were protected by military formations, suffered heavy casualties, and it was difficult to regroup.
As for the female crown, it was a little ahead, melting into the moonlight and no longer visible.
King Mangcang was slightly in a trance:
This is the Taixiao Divine Courtyard, where Yu Zu came personally. Defeated, completely defeated But he still doesn't know the title of the woman.
Once this idea sprouted, he couldn't stop it. He laughed hoarsely and shouted at the giant city that was crashing into it:
"Who did Mang Cang lose this battle to?"
There was laughter in the city, but a man responded on his behalf:
"The courage of the sword is flawless, and the dream is far away from the dust. King Mang Cang must remember it!"
The true world, Lichen Sect, Mengwei.
In the battle of Sanhui, King Zhaoxuan Mangcang secretly formed an internal alliance and commanded millions of troops to break through the boundary. Li Chen Mengwei happened to meet at the right time. With only one sword, he resisted the enemy in the void corridor, killed two of the real soldiers, and robbed one of the French soldiers.The Mangcang army was unable to advance for half a day, with more than 10,000 casualties and all fighter opportunities lost. Yuzu praised him for his "flawless sword courage", and Prince Mangcang personally made a portrait to commemorate him.
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