Tian Yuan

Who is the visitor.

The person with the highest seniority in Qingzong was also the Grand Patriarch of Linghe Gate in Dizhou in the past.

Its name is Dugu Changkong.

Commoner straw sandals, back to basics.

When he came, everyone had to turn their heads to look at him, with respect in their hearts, not daring to confront him.

"Friend Dugu."

Some old guys showed themselves and bowed their hands in salute.

Dugu Changkong nodded politely in return.

After that, Dugu Changkong didn't have time to chat with everyone, he took countless miles and arrived near Ziyun Mountain in a few breaths.

Immediately afterwards, he was seen sitting cross-legged in the void, unafraid of the might of the heavens and the earth, with a calm expression on his face.

"Buzz!"

A crimson guqin appeared in front of him, which seemed to have been worn for a long time, with mottled marks everywhere.

"The old man is willing to play the piano to help the sword fairy."

After the words fell, the old and withered fingers rested lightly on the strings.

"Ding..."

The first string was plucked, and the sound of the piano followed.

The sound is like birdsong, crisp and sweet.It's like a stream of water, endlessly.

With the rippling sound of the zither, Li Muyang seemed to feel that the pressure had eased a lot, and he was somewhat confident in the phantom of the ancient bronze clock.

Li Muyang turned his head and glanced at the Dugu Sky not far away, with a hint of gratitude in his eyes.

The sound of this zither is enough to increase Li Muyang's combat strength by several tenths.

Qingzong's unique secret technique could only be ranked at the top level, not the top.Later, Dugu Changkong integrated his life's sentiments into it, the ups and downs, all into the sound of the piano.

As a result, the seemingly ordinary sound of the zither was directly transformed into a war song. Although it cannot match the sound of the heaven and earth, it can lighten the burden on the sword fairy in the game.

"war!"

Li Muyang was dressed in Xiaguang, staring at the ancient bronze clock with bloodshot eyes, the sound of the piano and the sound of the road echoed in his ears, his body seemed to be torn by invisible forces.Even so, Dao Xin is still stable and indestructible.

Looking up to the sky and screaming, the sword thundered.

Thousands of miles of void are turned into dust, and the eight methods are crumbled into slag.

The extremely sharp sword light pierced the ancient bronze clock, causing the ancient clock to vibrate slightly, making a deep "dong dong" sound.

The ancient clock vibrated, and the Dao Ming spread.

Dugu Changkong, who was playing the piano, was also targeted by the will of heaven and earth because of his involvement in this battle, and a part of the pressure followed.

whirring—

A strong wind blew up the space of tens of thousands of miles around Dugu Changkong, leaving him in a broken dimensional world, where he might be swallowed by the chaotic space at any time.

The whole body is filled with the law of the Great Dao with a terrifying aura, and Dugu Changkong's face remains unchanged, and he plays the piano with lowered eyebrows.

There are many plans for this shot.

The relationship between Sword Immortal and Chen Qingyuan is not as simple as it appears on the surface, it is very likely that they are guardians.

Soon after, Dugu Changkong will go to the Demon Abyss, and it is impossible to return alive.Before dying, if he could help the Sword Immortal to survive the catastrophe, it would not only create a good relationship for Qingzong, but also help Chen Qingyuan indirectly.

As for his own injury, Dugu Changkong didn't care.

As long as there is still one life left, he can use the method of sealing to stabilize the momentum of Moyuan.

"A piece of Qingshang, playing all the joys and sorrows in the world."

A very rare boss possessed part of Qingzong's secret technique, heard the tune played by Dugu Changkong, and said secretly.

"This song is extraordinary, it can compete with the Daoyin of heaven and earth, and it has improved the combat power of Sword Immortal."

A group of powerful people were very surprised, and they can be sure that this is not a simple Qingshang song, it must have been improved.

"The shadow of the emperor's soldiers, the power of the Dao, how can a mortal be able to overcome it. The outcome of this great battle is already doomed."

Although many people admire the Sword Immortal, they are not optimistic about the outcome of this battle.

If it was before, Chang Gung Sword Immortal had a slight chance of defeating the incarnation of the will of heaven and earth, and ascended to a higher position.

Now, there is no hope.

The bronze ancient clock has the power to suppress the world, even if the sword fairy does his best, it will be difficult to force it back. At most, the ancient clock can be shaken a few times, that's all.

"Is it really unshakable?"

Every sword slashed by the sword fairy contains the power to suppress countless strong men in the world, or it can split the stars and cut off the sea of ​​stars.

However, the mighty sword might have no power to resist against the ancient bronze clock.

"clang!"

At this moment, the incarnation of heaven and earth slapped the ancient bronze clock.

The power of the vast Dao Law was instilled into the ancient clock, causing it to burst out with a trace of the might of a real imperial soldier.

"boom--"

Even if it is just a ray of coercion from the ultimate emperor soldier, no mortal in the world can resist it.

In an instant, Sword Immortal Chang Gung's chest collapsed, bleeding from seven holes, and the Guiyang Sword in his hand made a "clank" sound, which was extremely frightening.

"cough......"

In the outside world, Dugu Changkong also suffered a bit of backlash, and a few strands of crimson blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Even though he was injured, he didn't stop playing the piano.

If the sound of the piano is cut off at this time, the power of the Great Dao and the coercion of the emperor's soldiers will all fall on Chang Geng Sword Immortal, and it is very likely that he will fall instantly.

"Is there still no end to this road?"

Sword Immortal felt the endless pressure and found it difficult to move his body.Holding the sword in his hand, it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength, so he still had no strength to fight.

"clang--"

Just a touch of the phantom of the emperor soldier can suppress Chang Gung Sword Immortal who stands at the top of the world.I don't know what kind of demeanor the real emperor is.Hearing the sound of the bell resounding through the nine heavens, all the heroes in the world trembled and their faces were full of horror.

"Even if I die, I will die on the way forward."

Li Muyang's Dao heart is indestructible.

Dragging his heavy body, he took steps forward.

"Da da da......"

Every time he took a step, Li Muyang felt that his body was being pulled by a huge force, and he was in unbearable pain.

Li Muyang gritted his teeth tightly, raised the sword in his hand again, burned the blood of his life, and decided to let out the last ray of light in his life.

"Long Yu Seventeen Swords..."

This is the swordsmanship created by Li Muyang exhausting his whole life, and it is fully displayed at this moment without reservation.

The monks who watched the battle watched intently, their expressions horrified.

The powerful swordsman is trying his best to record the swordsmanship performed by Li Muyang.The art of kendo focuses on meaning rather than form.

However, this is the form of Li Muyang's swordsmanship, no one can ignore it, and it must be included in the book.If there is good luck in the future, maybe we can understand some true meaning from it.

The shadow of the sword is like rain, swaying all over the sky.

Fast as lightning, can't catch the sword marks.

The sword chanted like a dragon, roaring for nine days, its power was so strong that it shattered the sky.

With all his strength and part of his lifespan burned, Li Muyang stood high in the air, his body trembling, his breathing disordered, and a gust of wind might knock him down.

Looking at the ancient bronze clock in front of him, Li Muyang felt sad, his chapped lips trembled slightly, and there was no fear of death in his bloodshot eyes, but he was a little calm and did not regret his actions.

"boom!"

Several cracks suddenly appeared on the phantom of the ancient bronze clock.