All Heavens: From Divine Sculpture to Fantasy

Thousands of strong winds poured down from the sky and condensed on the people who were convinced by reason. A cyan lightsaber came into being. The giant sword of more than thirty feet stretched across the night sky. The light shone brightly and the bright moon retreated for a while. The stars are dim.

Yang Guo's arm seemed to be fused with the divine sword. At that moment, he reached the point where the human sword became one, and his innate energy soared into the sky.

In an instant, the sky and the earth suddenly fell into darkness, black clouds rolled like ink, and then silver snakes danced wildly and arcs flashed, and the sound of gold and iron horses and silver bottles exploding was endless.

After the lightning, it was like the silence of thousands of horses and the thunder of trembling divine drums, and lightning converged on Yang Guo's head.

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Yang Guo was flying in mid-air against the wind. The Mongolian soldiers under the city attacked madly. The Mongolian Marshal Shen Nuo broke into the city and robbed it for ten days. There is no need to take credit for the spoils of war. People and money will die. There must be brave men under the heavy rewards.

Everyone in Xiangyang's masters had taken advantage of them, and densely packed soldiers followed one after another. Countless lives were constantly consuming the energy of Guo Jing, Huang Rong and Xiao Longnu.

If we don't repel the enemy, Xiangyang City may not last until dawn.

Yang Guo looked at the thunder in mid-air and overcame the fear in his heart, saying that he would leave the last glimmer of life for Xiangyang no matter what, even if it was wiped out.

Life is what I want, and righteousness is what I want. You cannot have both, and you are willing to sacrifice life for righteousness.

"Give it to me and go to hell. I am not afraid of the power of God. You dare not block my way."

Yang Guo waved his hand, and the long sword tore through the night, creating an arc-shaped curtain of light in the night sky, like a rainbow bridge. The wind whistled fiercely, and the sword light penetrated and tore through.

The sword blade struck below and the three of them gathered on top of Optimus Prime. The sword blade and the terrifying power of the leader of the pillar impacted together, creating waves of brilliant energy.

Countless circular energy waves spread out, and Yang Guo roared angrily. His body's apertures opened, and the violent wind between heaven and earth was once again swallowed into his body and transformed into a cyan sword aura that merged into the sword body.

The edge of the giant sword rose another three feet, and the original balance was instantly broken. The sword energy flowed unstoppably like a waterfall for hundreds of feet, and Optimus Prime's spider web made up for its prey from the inside to the outside.

One sword annihilated three half-step innate masters, and the blade of the sword was buried ten feet into the ground.

Yang Guo instantly drew his sword and flew over the city again. Like a blue meteor piercing the night sky, he rushed towards the Mongolian camp ten miles away.

Capture the thief first, capture the king, and kill Kublai Khan. The Mongol army will inevitably fall apart. The sword energy will destroy the army. Wherever it goes, the Mongolian soldiers below will be affected by the sword energy and bleed to death.

The night and the dark Mongolian army seemed to be connected into an abyss, and the thousand winds and blue falls were the last light piercing the abyss.

"Guo'er!" Xiao Longnu was instantly frozen in the midst of thousands of troops. She saw Yang Guo, like a dazzling Yang Guo. Suddenly, her heart was broken. She didn't know why, but her heart ached. As if to lose something.

Xiao Longnu quickly charged into the formation and also followed the light. At that moment, she was walking side by side with Tian Lei, even though she was a mortal.

Yang Guo's strength is limited and he cannot do the magical skill of the Land Sword Immortal, who can fly a sword thousands of miles to kill people, but he can still turn a sword ten miles away.

The thunder tore apart the black clouds and chased the light, the purple thunder swiftly and violently tore apart the storm cloud carrier Huanghuang Tianwei, and the power of destruction chased Yang Guo who turned into a sword and flew away.

"Why? Thunder, that's thunder from the sky. It's chasing Yang Guo. Who is Yang Guo? Is he the reincarnation of a god?" Huang Rong also stood there blankly.

Everyone on the ground looked up to the sky and watched this strange scene, with thunder chasing the light.

The distance between Lei Lei and Jian Gang is getting closer and closer, and Jian Gang and the Mongolian camp are getting closer and closer. Suffocation is suppressed in everyone's heart, and everyone can hear the sound of their own breathing.

It was so shocking that my heart almost jumped out of my chest.

Kublai Khan looked at the scene in front of him and was stunned. He wanted to escape but the next moment he found that it was difficult to move. Yang Guo's murderous intention and sword energy were tightly locked and suppressed, leaving him with no way to escape.

For a moment, the thunder and the cyan sword met at the top of Kublai Khan's head at the same time, and the aurora's ethereal nebula bloomed into a huge jade plate.

The light of righteousness shone on the earth, Yang Guo was wiped out in ashes, and the one buried with him was the Mongolian Marshal Kublai Khan.

When an emperor is angry, his blood flows down the river; when an ordinary man is angry, his blood flows for five steps.

The tents of the Mongolian army were wiped out, and all the Mongol armies were demoralized. The Song Dynasty survived the desperate situation, and the eight gates of Xiangyang were opened. Guo Jing used his last strength to lead the army.

The Mongolian army was defeated like a mountain. At this moment, the Mongolian army was as defenseless as a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. The Song army pursued and won a complete victory.

Yang Guo died and was reduced to ashes. Heartbroken, Xiao Longnu returned to the Tomb of the Living Dead and stayed behind closed doors.

Lu Wushuang took out the last letter Yang Guo had left.

Everyone in the Guo Mansion in Xiangyang was sad. Although he won, Guo Jing lost his favorite nephew, and the Yang family who had been loyal to the Song Dynasty for three hundred years had no descendants.

They took Yang Guo's suicide note and opened it with heavy hearts.

"My best wishes to all relatives and friends in Xiangyang."

When you read this letter, I think I am already dead. Don't feel sorry for me. I just went to another world. Maybe I will be happier than before.

I'm just sorry for my senior sister, Xiao Longnu. I'm sorry that I can only give up my personal emotions in the face of the feelings of my family and country. I am a great hero for the country and the people. I have shouldered too much. I must live freely and freely in my next life.

"Guo'er was originally charming and free-spirited. Now, because Xiangyang has oppressed his nature and even sacrificed his own happiness and life, we all feel sorry for him. The whole of Xiangyang owes Guo'er a favor." Guo Jing said sadly.

Continue reading the letter.

The Mongol barbarians are determined to conquer China and will surely come back one day, and the corrupt and weak Southern Song Dynasty will inevitably annex them.

I watch the stars at night. The Han people will never be destroyed, and the Chinese people will live on forever. This is a dark moment for civilization, which has been dormant for hundreds of years and will inevitably take turns.

There must be a destiny of crape myrtle coming to the world, establishing the Yuan Dynasty, Hongwu and the Ming Dynasty.

The energy of the true dragon has been accumulated for hundreds of years and is taking off in Fengyang, Chuzhou. I hope you will make plans soon.

The real dragon's surname is Zhu, the secret of the name is not obvious, and the false name is eightfold. In the future, he will definitely drive out the Tartars, restore China, establish an outline, save the people, establish the Yuan Dynasty, Hongwu, and the Ming Dynasty.

"Be careful, the century-old plan to restore the country depends on all of you who are aspiring to carry it out. I will start with my life, and I hope it will live up to my wishes."

"I didn't expect that Guo's plan was so far-reaching. He is truly a loyal and courageous man who is unparalleled in the country."

"Although the theory of destiny is illusory, Guo'er is far beyond ordinary people, and I am willing to believe him."

"Yes, we can't let him down, we must make plans in advance."

A hundred years later.

There was a cowherd boy named Zhu Chongba in Fengyang. His parents and brothers committed suicide because of excessive tax collection by the Yuan Dynasty government, and he became an orphan.

Zhu Chongba was hungry, cold and homeless. He hid in a ruined temple and cursed the court. He was so hungry that he couldn't sleep and asked the gods to appear and give him a broken bowl to beg for food.

The next day, Zhu Chongba opened his eyes, looked at the minced meat in the pure gold sea bowl in front of him, held his chin and fell into deep thought.

It starts with a bowl, a big golden bowl.

Then Zhu Chongba understood that he was the son of destiny. What was originally a hellish start turned into an epic start.