lost narrative poem

Chapter 496

Boom-! !

The power of the fairy sword is extremely terrifying. Just such a blow, it seems to have given birth to some kind of fusion reaction. With a loud bang that exploded the stars, the dark night was instantly torn apart by incomparable light, as if rising a sun.

In an instant, the dark night turned into a dazzling day, and everything around became white and bright. The fierce light was enough to burn the eyes of ordinary people who accidentally glanced at it.

When the huge deadly storm and dust swept towards the violent radiation around, all the smoke and dust dissipated, and what was left in place was a dead sinkhole with a radius of several kilometers, no matter what kind of natural wonders this place was before , also turned into a huge crater at this moment.

Snow, rocks, trees... nothing could stop them, they couldn't do anything, and they were all wiped out by this extraordinary force.

Inside the crater are crystalline protrusions where the mountain rock melted at high temperature and then condensed again. There is also flowing high-temperature crimson flowing everywhere in it, emitting unimaginable high-heat radiation.

This is the reason why Xia Ran has restrained most of her powers, and there is no reason to waste them at will. Otherwise, under the full blow of the fairy sword, there will definitely be more than this little movement...

After all, in the Spring and Autumn Period, when the ancient Jiang Kingdom was broken, it coincided with the creation of the Demon Sword, and there was no one to control the imperial envoys at all. They could rely on their own strength to instinctively turn a hundred miles around into fly ash, and wash away all existence in it.

It is impossible to say that Xia Ran put in so much effort, invested a lot of resources and even locked the result with an S-level karma crystal, and finally got the perfect finished product——

It's such an impeccable top-level fairy sword. The power that can erupt in his hands is actually not as good as an unmanned magic sword, right?So what is he busy with?Go directly to Buzhou Mountain to see if the magic sword is still there, wouldn't that be all right?

Although Buzhou Mountain is the site of the Dragon Holding Candle, Xia Ran has not taken a step so far, but he just doesn't want to provoke that great god, so naturally he won't take such a risk easily because of a mere magic sword.

When he missed a hit, the sword light vibrated and returned to Xia Ran in an instant, turning into a ray of light surrounding him, like a spirit snake spitting out letters, flickering, and the sharpness reached more than Zhang Xu between hesitating and spitting.

At the same time, there was a flash of red light not far away, but the red-haired demon god who somehow avoided the bombardment of the sword light just now appeared in the void.

Not only was he not damaged at all, he was not embarrassed at all, and he even seized this gap decisively to take the opportunity to surprise Xia Ran.

It's a pity that the sword light is extremely fast, between reality and reality, and time and space seem to be hard to restrain. It's just that the young Taoist has been recalled in the blink of an eye, surrounding him like a poisonous snake, ready to go.

If it's really just a poisonous snake, then it's easy to solve, but this sword light is constantly vibrating indefinitely. The vibrating force field on the outside alone is enough to shatter everything in the void, not to mention the more terrifying thing contained inside. The aura is gone, which makes Chonglou feel the threat.

Therefore, he had to give up the idea of ​​raiding the other party at the beginning, and stopped the car abruptly. Otherwise, even if he approached the other party's side and threatened the other party, most of his demon body would be crushed before that.

"I don't know that there is such a murderous soldier in the six realms..."

Chonglou wasn't angry, but couldn't help admiring and said, looking at the sword light surrounding the young Taoist, his eyes were full of appreciation——

"What's its name?"

"No name." Xia Ran shook her head and said lightly.

The fairy sword has no name, this is a fact, not an excuse.

Xia Ran is actually struggling with the issue of the name, but this is not too important. Whenever I think of a good name, I will name it as soon as possible.

And if he has never thought of a good name, that's fine. Even if he doesn't have a name, it won't affect the power and use of the fairy sword itself, or he can just find a name and put it on it.

It can also be called "Feiwen Huanri"...

It doesn't hurt to call it "Nanming Lihuo"...

Anyway, if it’s really not possible at that time, then just draw lots to decide. He doesn’t care too much about these issues, just like the Taoist scripture he created has been perfected to the fourth level, and even started to enter the fifth level .

However, more than ten years have passed, and it is still an unnamed Taoism after all. Even in the identification of space, it is also a display of "Anonymous Taoism (untitled)".

From this incident, it can be seen how unreliable he is in these aspects... Well, he doesn't care and is free and easy.

"How can such a sharp weapon not have a name?" Mozun raised his eyebrows, seemingly dissatisfied, "Why don't I come up with a name, how about that?"

"There's no need for this..." Xia Ran said carelessly, with an air of brazenness, arrogance to a somewhat terrifying degree, "After I kill you, I will name it Demon Slayer Sword."

"Hahaha, I really have ambition. As for whether you can do it or not, it depends on your ability..." Chonglou laughed. He didn't care about such things at all. After all, if he really lost, then the opponent's Demon Slayer Sword naturally deserves its name.

But if the opponent doesn't have that ability, it's just a dead duck with a stubborn mouth, and the unwilling wailing of the defeated dog is just the best compliment to the winner.

While still laughing, the Demon Lord had already launched another attack. Because he was afraid of Xia Ran's body-protecting sword light, this time he did not simply use the demon body as strong as divine iron to charge and split everything, Instead, he raised two wrist knives.

It is said that when the ancient god Shennong was born, the world was accompanied by nine springs.These nine divine springs, also known as the nine wells of heaven and earth, are the source of all things.The most abundant water of spiritual power in the world is gathered in the nine springs, known as the spiritual vein of heaven and earth.

In ancient times, when the three races lived in friendship with each other and lived together on the earth, Fuxi, one of the three emperors, once took a spring soul from the nine springs, fused with the meteorite iron from outside the sky, and forged the nine-handed magic weapon. , respectively bestowed on the amazingly talented and stunning generation among the three ancient clans.

And now the wrist knife in Zhonglou's hand is one of the nine divine weapons. It is called the Yanbo Blood Blade because it was forged by the soul of Yanbo Spring in the Nine Springs.

The Yanbo in the Nine Springs is the soul of the sun, and the golden flames on the surface of the Lingbo are transpiring, and even when it reaches the place of fierceness, the magic weapon cast by the soul of the spring is even more powerful.

The demon king was full of fighting spirit, and he swung the magic blade, as if a big sun had been arrested and sealed in the weapon.With his waving, the frightening fluctuations of divine energy split the void, soaring into the sky, surging in worship.It was as if a round of great sun had split open the void and hit the young Taoist opposite!

With a wave of the latter's hand, the sword's light continued endlessly, and an invisible oscillating force field exploded amid the high-speed vibrations.

boom--! !

The two terrifying forces suddenly collided and exploded like this, shaking the surrounding space for a while, the air flowing at high speed formed a shock wave, and the wave of vacuum of destruction rushed in all directions in an instant!

The wind pressure like steel even plowed out layers of traces and ravines on the surface of the battlefield that was already riddled with holes, full of desolation, and pits!

With the battle between the two, dozens of surrounding mountain peaks have been cut off or flattened. Originally, within hundreds of miles, there was a winding jade dragon wrapped in silver, covered with snow and cold wind all year round. It does not melt, it is icy cold, and it has been inaccessible for thousands of years.

Now it is even more unrecognizable, the mountain peaks have been flattened, the land veins have been cut off, and the snow-capped mountains farther away have triggered a chain reaction.

——First, the huge snow body began to slide, quickly gained speed, and rushed down the mountain.

——Then layers upon layers of snow blocks and snowboards rose up in response, like a white snow dragon soaring through the clouds and roaring down the mountain, and like a white demon engulfed in a powdery and destructive snow cloud that could sweep everything away And down, the weight is close to one million tons.

The speed of the avalanche is extremely high, roaring down from a high place at a very high speed, engulfing everything in an instant, destroying a large forest, and sweeping away everything it passes through with great force, until its power disappears on the vast plain .But before that, it may have swept away everything and filled the canyon...

Even though Xia Ran deliberately placed the battlefield in the depths of Kunlun Mountains, far away from the Eight Martial Arts Schools and nearby villages and towns, his confrontation with the Mo Zunlou still caused boundless vitality to shake, and the aftermath of the collapse of the sky spread far away. .

For thousands of miles, the sky has changed, and the magnetic field and earth atmosphere of the Kunlun Mountains have also become extremely disordered.

Naturally, this situation cannot be hidden from the people of the Kunlun Eight Sects. As monks who absorb the aura of the world for their own use and control the power of the world, they are the most sensitive to the disturbance of the aura.

After realizing what happened, even though they were in doubt, they still dispatched their disciples, Yu Kong, to quickly approach the direction of the battlefield where the most powerful forces in the world collided.

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The vibrating sword light is ever-changing, swallowing thousands of feet, condensing but not scattered, chasing stars and moons, and emitting bursts of azure water and splendor while walking.

There were waves of turbulent blue waves inside, like the thunderous turmoil of the ocean, the huge waves roaring with endless power, echoing endlessly and eternally.When the sword light turned into a rainbow and strangled towards the Demon Lord, a mighty, boundless Milky Way came from the void behind him.

To deal with the cruel and fierce flame wave blood blade, it is naturally the best choice to use water to overcome fire. Xia Ran guided all the power of the water spirit beads into the fairy sword, and each sword seemed to be pushing thousands of streams. Pentium.

The water of the Tianhe River, which is as heavy as the mountains, flows endlessly through the sky. This is an extremely terrifying artistic conception. It seems that it can turn the emptiness into reality at any time, submerge the earth, and make the Kunlun Mountains into a country.

"Good come!"

The red-haired demon god gave a loud shout, his fighting spirit was overwhelming.The figure of this tall man did not retreat or evade, but took a step forward, rushed into the air to face the sword light pouring down like a waterfall, and raised his arms high, as if he wanted to bombard him with his own strength. Luo Tianhe.

The monstrous loud noise erupted, and the sky and the earth shattered.

From the back of the red-haired Demon God loomed a faintly blurred figure of the Ancestral God whose real face could not be seen clearly. It seemed to be in the shape of a human being, with two horns growing on the top of its head, calmly looking down at the vast land.

The phantom is unusually tall, but it is only half a body taller than the heavy building, but the unusually strong sense of existence is so strong that it fills the whole world.

(End of this chapter)