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Volume 3: Human Skin Coat Chapter 472: Cutting the Sky

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    The unclear words made people feel plausible. Xu Lin had a feeling that the old man's words were true. Is there really a god in the sky controlling all this? With doubts, Xu Lin looked at the old man, but from his  He couldn't find any answers on his face, so he looked at the sky. There were layers of cloud vortices, and huge gold and red giant tribulation thunders, which were already too big to be bigger. This made Xu Lin feel confused for the first time.  Feeling frightened.  ===== "Spinning the wheel of fate is not what you should do!" As soon as these words fell, the whole world suddenly shook, and even the cloud vortex above exploded all over the sky. It seemed that it was  Because of the words of the old man in white, all the anger of God was triggered, so the giant thunder thunder crashed down with incomparable momentum.  "This sword is for cleaning the sword pavilion!" The old man pressed the hilt of the sword lightly at his waist, and then looked up. His white hair, which had been messy for a long time, followed the face that regained its youth, and the swords roared! Huge thunder  The beam of light illuminated the entire sky and the earth. The clouds were rolling up, and the waves were carrying a violent storm. Even with the golden dragon body protected by the sword, it was still blown around. Xu Lin finally stood firm.  , the thunder has already fallen.  Mingru¡¯s situation was about the same as that of Xu Lin. At this time, there was no time to wave his sword to resist, but he invariably looked at the old man in white.  Within the radius, there was a huge place, including Xu Lin and Mingru. The old man had already taken a step forward and stood in front of the two of them. His sword was not bright, it looked like the most common iron sword in the world, except for  Apart from the loud explosion at the beginning of drawing the sword, nothing happened in the empty sky.  But at the moment when the huge thunder struck, Xu Lin could see the lightning flashes on both sides of the surroundings, as if they were deliberately avoiding this place. They were crackling outside the radius, and there were huge heat waves.  The body shield was constantly burning, but there was no damage to the body itself.  It was as if there was a barrier invisible to the naked eye, blocking out the thunder. Although he was already in the thunder purgatory, he was still unscathed. All Xu Lin could think of was the old man's sword just now.  "You are not the real God!" The light tone was full of endless majesty, and the solemn expression on the face of the old man in white contained an indescribable murderous intention.  Another swing of the sword, and the mantra recited spewed out word by word from the old man's mouth. Each word had a sound on the ground. Xu Lin could tell that it was the true sword intention of the sword art "Tian Yuan".  , one sword and two styles, transformed into three, from three to six, and then became nine characters, one sword for one meal, one sword for one character, bundle, shock, break, cut, cut, capture, destroy, bite, and destroy! There are nine characters in total!  , a total of nine swords. In the thunder of purgatory, the sword danced plainly, but it seemed to draw the ideal of heaven and earth. In the looming space, the nine sword marks merged into one, and then the old man threw it with both hands, and the sword opened.  Tianmen, amidst the thunder, pierced the sky in front of him.  Xu Lin looked in surprise at the black textures that continued to break out from the middle of the huge thunder beam, and spread upwards to the depths of the tribulation. As the old man in white opened and closed his hands, they were like a sword.  The pattern of dividing heaven and earth completely annihilated the thunder beam in front of him in two parts with one sword, and the waves of air and the electric snakes beating all over the sky were also annihilated in this sword.  Everything is silent, the silence that has not been seen for a long time, and the calm sky is still gloomy, but this is the first time since Xu Lin and Ming Ru triggered the catastrophe, there is no sound, and even the sound of the wind can no longer be heard.  Swallowing his saliva with difficulty, Xu Lin looked at the old man, and not just him. The old man in white at this moment had almost everyone's attention. The majesty of that sword was believed to be unforgettable for all who witnessed it with their own eyes!  There were clouds moving in the sky. In this moment of silence, they gathered little by little. Then the wind started blowing up and the whistling sound came again. The clouds of this calamity finally gathered together like a tide and formed a new cloud.  The vortex was spinning rapidly, and the sound of thunder rang again! "A sword-washing pavilion in those days could eclipse all the monk sects in the world. Just this sword attack is absolutely worthy of that era." It is rare for the Demon Lord to show admiration on his face.  After saying this, he looked at the ancestor Xuande next to him, and saw that his face was gloomy, and his whole body was even trembling. The Demon Lord, who seemed to have thought of something, couldn't help but curled up the corner of his mouth, and said nothing more.  .  As the Demon Lord could see, Xuande Ancestor's state of mind had indeed hit rock bottom at this moment. He really didn't expect that the old man in white would use all his strength without leaving any room for chance, facing the sky above his head. Then not long after  What about the battle with the Demon Lord? Or to be more clear, this old guy didn't want to fight the Demon Lord at all. What he focused on was always the sky above his head.  Cultivators who have cultivated to the stage of divine transformation can truly reach the realm of heaven and human telepathy, but they cannot directly reach the supreme realm of the unity of heaven and man. However, even with this heaven and human telepathy, they can already understand many things and see many things clearly.  The truth that ordinary monks cannot see.  Destiny is a roulette wheel, it is the actual controller of the cycle of heaven and earth, and everyoneA warrior, no matter how high his level is, can never escape the arrangement of fate, and what the old man in white is fighting against at this moment is this fate that is intangible and cannot be locked.  In the opinion of Patriarch Xuande, this is undoubtedly a way of seeking death. At this level of cultivation, he is already familiar with the secrets of heaven and earth, so he knows how incredible and powerful destiny is, and it is definitely beyond the reach of human beings.  But the old man in white is not afraid. He is right there, facing the anger of the sky. That stubborn stubbornness is exactly the unyielding will of the sword cultivator.  , simply the madman among madmen! The clouds in the sky, as the cloud vortex continued to rotate, gradually gathered many clouds and mists that had just been chopped up by the old man's sword into the sky again.  The lowered vortex eyes were facing the old man, spitting out more and thicker thunder and lightning. Faced with this, the old man's face actually showed a smile at this moment.  "The realm of flying immortals!" As the voice fell, the three-foot green blade buzzed directly above the head, and the old man's figure went up together, and the green light of the sword became a line, and a  It flashed away, straight into the vortex eye hanging down from the sky.  Not only Xu Lin, but also many monks, no one realized that the old man's figure had long since disappeared, and in the sky above his head, thunder was shaking, and from time to time, fierce thunder and fire burst out, dyeing the entire sky.  Red, the rotation of the cloud vortex also slowed down, until it shattered again. What poured down from the sky was a light that made it impossible to open one's eyes, and it lingered for a long time! There was a sound like a collapse of the sky in my ears,  What was blowing around him was endless pulling force, as if the force was going to tear people into pieces, concentrated around Xu Lin, but the golden dragon transformed from the golden snake sword was tightly entangled in Xu Lin and Ming Ru's body.  On both sides, there will be a stinging pain that can make people open their eyes. In the dense clouds, there is a haze in the dark and obscure sky.  But Xu Lin could still feel the breath of the sword that turned thousands of forces into a thread. It was the breath of the old man in white, galloping in the deepest part of the clouds, seeming to be violently colliding with something.  Black cracks flashed in the occasional flash of white light. They were space cracks torn open after the strength reached a certain extreme. Xu Lin had seen many such scenes in Langya Secret Realm, but he still couldn't imagine it.  See with your own eyes how it breaks apart.  You can also imagine the scene of cutting off a mountain peak with one sword and dividing the river with one sword. However, using the endless sword power to tear apart the world and the things that cannot be imagined even with the utmost imagination are really happening right now.  The sword to open the gate of heaven is not only to open the secret palace of heaven and earth with one sword, but to kill the fate that dominates the world.  Huo Tianhua, the last sect master of Xijian Pavilion left in the world, Xu Lin really can't understand what he is doing now. It's not just him, including the monks watching the battle below. Maybe no one can understand it, and the one far to the northwest  People know that, and his eyes are fixed on the sliced ??sky, and his state of mind that cannot be calmed down for a long time is constantly being washed away by waves of tides.  With a sigh, the Demon Lord's white hair stood up without any wind. The man standing next to him couldn't help but frown, and then he looked at him and said, "You want to go?" The Demon Lord smiled, and this  The sudden expression made the Ghost King with the golden crown on his head startled slightly, and then he laughed again: "I still don't understand you, my dear!" The Demon Lord looked back at his bronze cauldron and looked at the person sitting on it.  The pretty woman said: "If I go, he will be unhappy. He has his way, and I have my way. At this moment, if he defeats that person, the world will still be the same. I am willing to let go of this world."  Everything at the moment." After hearing this, the Ghost Emperor's expression changed slightly, but then returned to his normal state and said, "Do you think he can win?" Looking at the clouds in the sky,  Looking at the scar-like space crack, feeling the increasingly faint breath of the sword, the Demon Lord shook his head, and then smiled slightly, but the edges on the corners of his mouth were all bitter.  .  "So I'm still doing what I think is right." The demon lord with bright eyes cast aside his previous silence and was replaced by the demon lord who looked down upon the world in the past.  The Ghost Emperor smiled, but in the hands of the Demon Lord, there was an extra wine gourd. The aroma of the mellow wine immediately filled the entire stone palace.  "A pot of incense?" The Ghost Emperor looked at the three crooked characters on the wine gourd and couldn't help but smile: "Wine is good wine, but this word is a bit unsightly." Holding the wine pot in front of his eyes, the devil  The Lord looked at the extremely familiar handwriting and said nothing for a long time, as if he had returned to the past. He always made fun of his handwriting, and his gentle smile was always clean, which made the Lord very upset. But at this moment,  The Demon Lord misses him so much, as well as his current aura that is about to dissipate.  "Here's to you! My only friend!" As if there was a response, the aura that was originally there was suddenly let go, just like the fireworks that were about to go out were suddenly extinguished in the blink of an eye.It has become a prairie fire, and the brightest scene of fireworks blooms in the horizon thousands of miles away! At the same time, a voice suddenly echoed, it was a sigh after dejection, but it was said that I really wanted to take a sip again.  That pot of incense!  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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