Lord of the Low Version System

Xuanyuan is very strong, after all, he was the owner of the ancient times, and he was changed to Fuxi's sect, and gained a lot of benefits.

The three thousand imperial daughters finally became a great way, and disappeared after riding the yellow dragon.

Unexpectedly, he has been practicing penance in the world.

If it wasn't for Fuxi's decree, he would still be cultivating latently at this time.

Two thousand years have passed, and his strength has become more and more unfathomable, and he can actually face Nuwa directly.

Xuanyuan Sword cuts horizontally and stabs vertically, without skill, but all of them contain the truth of the great way.

The epee has no front, and the great skill does not work, and the power of the sword of the holy way is vividly displayed.

His already high-spirited body became more majestic, as if a scorching sun was shining on the world.

Although Nuwa is powerful, her aura is inherently weaker, and she becomes weaker as time goes by.

In the beginning, there were still comings and goings, but now they are completely suppressed by Xuanyuan, as if they will lose at any time.

Nuwa's left leg and knee were weakly supported on the ground, and the weight of her whole body was transferred to the slanted Heavenly Snake Staff.

Zi Xuan wanted to go over, but Xi Tong grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up, no matter how much she kicked and beat her, she would not let go.

Xuanyuan's long sword shook, and he said in a low voice: Nuwa, this matter has nothing to do with you. If your senses recede, please spare your mother and daughter Zhouquan.

I didn't expect that the little clay figurine back then could control my life and death.

Nu Wa chuckled, It's a pity that you forgive me, but Heaven doesn't forgive me.

Turning up her palms, Nuwa sighed as she saw the rapidly aging flesh and dark spots slowly appearing.

Come on, kill me, step over my corpse, complete the task the master gave you, go back and exchange two bones.

Xuanyuan was neither happy nor angry, but hesitated.

In the tense scene just now, he was still determined and decisive, killing decisively.

But when Nu Wa dispelled all the defenses, like an old woman, he didn't dare to make a move.

It's not about being merciful, the holy way is lenient, but about being afraid of deceit.

It is true that Nu Wa's life is not long, and even if she is left alone, she will not live long.

However, just because of this, Nuwa became more unscrupulous and desperate, and all the taboo witchcraft and witchcraft that had serious backlashes were all at her fingertips.

Anyway, she was going to die, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

Xuanyuan didn't want to be taken as a backer.

After all, he has achieved fame, cultivated immortals, searched for longevity, and his future is limitless, so he was determined not to be buried with Nuwa.

Nuwa didn't rush, let alone worry, she knelt and sat there quietly, like an old woman basking in the sun in winter.

She narrowed her eyes, and babbled about what she said when she made people out of clay.

Xuanyuan blushed when he heard that, because this was the experience of the birth of the human race, and it was the experience of Xuanyuan's birth, which was the background of Xuanyuan's shameless background.

Seeing that he didn't want to listen, Nu Wa laughed, but instead she spoke in more detail, not missing any details about making people out of clay, and described them vividly.

Xi Tong listened very carefully, because this is the experience of making people out of clay.

Every word and every sentence contains the philosophy of Dao, pointing directly to the origin of the way of heaven.

There are a lot of content that he can't understand, and he doesn't need to understand it. He just needs to record these contents, and then come back to appreciate them when his realm rises later.

After listening for a while, Xi Tong vaguely understood that these chats were not only Nuwa's strategy to deal with Xuanyuan, but also a favor and gift for himself.

As expected of Nuwa, one step at a time and three steps at a time, even light and effortless words can be turned into sharp weapons and heavy weights.

On the other side, Zhonglou suppressed his strength and kept physically colliding with Feipeng.

Long Yang didn't hold the sword, he knew that Fan Tie couldn't hurt Chong Lou's demon body at all, so he might as well choose punches and kicks.

Chong Lou also put away the Flame Blood Blade on his wrist, because of this sharp weapon, the strong wind alone is enough to destroy Long Yang's body and spirit.

Two people, you punch me with a palm, and you kick me with a leg.

Fist to flesh, punch to see blood.

The anger in Zhonglou's heart finally had a place to vent.

The pain of being betrayed by Long Yang was released and vented in the collision and impact of the body.

The blood in the pupils bloomed, and there were faint signs of madness in the Chonglou.

Fei Peng knew that this was a good opportunity.

With Zhong Lou's more serious personality, once he uses the power beyond the limit, he will definitely admit defeat readily, and when the time comes, he will be forced to leave openly.

If Chonglou couldn't control his strength, his body would definitely die.

But Fei Peng didn't hesitate, it was his duty to go through fire and water for Fu Xi.

Thinking of this, the Feipeng fist is like a phantom, ten punches in an instant, each punch has the power to crack a stone.

Things went as Fei Peng expected, the heavy building did not dodge or dodge, and he took it hard with his chest.

Seeing this scene, Fei Peng couldn't help but increase his strength, exerting 120% of his strength.

In his view, after being hit by this blow, Chonglou, who was already on the verge of madness, would inevitably go mad.

However, after Long Yang punched it, there was only a crackling sound, and Chonglou's chest sank, and he even groaned, and took three steps back.

impossible! ?

Fei Peng couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe that Chong Lou's body would be so fragile that it couldn't withstand a punch from a mortal.

Chong Lou took advantage of the gap and rushed forward, holding Fei Peng's shoulder tightly.

Do you think I will take advantage of you with my demon body?

In your heart, there are always distracting thoughts that have nothing to do with fighting. This is the key to your failure to become a strong man!

You are weak not because of greed, anger, and ignorance! It's because you are not specific!

When will you be able to stick to the end before you are qualified to be my opponent.

After finishing speaking, Chong Lou raised his right fist and slammed it hard into Fei Peng's face.

Fei Peng sighed dejectedly, he knew that he was defeated, completely defeated, and there was no chance to do it again.

Sad as if dying, the next moment, his temperament suddenly changed, and he changed back to Long Yang's unbeatable appearance again.

Seeing the rapidly growing fist in front of him, Long Yang exclaimed loudly.

Stop it, stop it, what are you doing?

Come on, escort!

Chonglou's fist stopped abruptly, and stopped one centimeter from the tip of Longyang's nose. The strong wind brought by the fist made Longyang's face shake, causing waves of flesh.

Seeing his situation clearly, Long Yang knew that the guards could not count on him, so he quickly turned to Xi Tong, bowed with both hands, and flattered his face.

snort!

Chong Lou seemed to have been greatly humiliated, throwing Long Yang to the ground like throwing rubbish.

Xuanyuan also snorted.

He couldn't bear that a rascal like Long Yang would be his minister in the same palace as Fuxi's right-hand man.

Chong Lou solved Long Yang, who was in the way, and turned to face Xuanyuan.

His eyes were burning, and his fighting spirit was overwhelming.

This is his father-killing enemy, and also the opponent he has been thinking about.

It's a pity that after the battle of Zhuolu, Xuanyuan was hidden from the world, and Chonglou was unable to fight him from the beginning to the end.

Keng Keng!

Yan Bo's blood blade popped out instantly, and the breath of the heavy building locked Xuanyuan tightly.

Both of them are masters who can fight and never push. They confronted each other with a bang, and a storm rolled up on the spot.

Where the storm passed by, Nuwa's body seemed to be weathered, and turned into a handful of loess in an instant, leaving only the Heavenly Snake Stick slanted on the ground.

Zixuan couldn't control the grief in her heart anymore, she ran over as soon as her little feet touched the ground, crying loudly while hugging her mother's belongings.

On the other side, Xuanyuan's face turned blue and black.

He knew that he had been tricked!

I was stunned by a dead body for three full minutes.

Three minutes may not matter elsewhere, but at this time and this place, it is enough to turn things around and change everything.

Because, there was a series of clanging noises in the sword casting furnace.

At the same time, the door of all wonders opens, and the holy light of Wanren shines down.

The mysterious and mysterious power of heaven is like a waterfall and torrent, pouring into the sword casting furnace crazily.

This scene is far beyond the vision of Xuanyuan Sword.

However, the lid of the sword casting furnace was still tightly fastened, showing no sign of opening.

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