Museum of Demons

Vishnu, who almost united all the divinities of India with his own power, stagnated.

He had originally planned to take advantage of the good situation that broke the opponent's mood, take advantage of the trend, and defeat the enemy in one fell swoop, but for a moment, the instinct of being a **** in this land can make him stop subconsciously because of an inexplicable aura. Circulating.

As if the wind swept eight thousand miles away, every inch of it was like a cut.

Vishnu looked at the swordsman with his eyes closed.

"This is... Sword Qi?!"

‘Why a stable mood is not the strongest? Kuafu once asked.

‘Stability stands for reason, and reason stands for restraint. A sensible person can avoid troughs, but also loses the highest mountain. ’

‘The highest mountain? ’

'Yes, Cao Ying returned to Liu's Guan Yunchang, the overlord of Chu who had a lasting fight, Xiaoyaojin with eight hundred leaping horses and one hundred thousand yuan, Zhao Zilong with seven ins and seven outs, Zhang Yide with Dangyang drinking, you think they were really normal at that moment. Do you have the same strength in the state? ’

There is another sentence that was not said.

‘Knowing is easy and doing is hard. ’

This is why Bai Ze is only Bai Ze.

Like countless people in modern times, everyone knows that the simplest exercise is good for their health, but a few people can do it. They know the road ahead, but after all, they are only in the mirror. The peak realm is lonely and has walked. Go up, but there is no guarantee that you will always stand on it.

Knowing and accomplishing themselves are two completely different realms.

At this moment, obviously there is no sword in both hands, but Vishnu felt the tingling of the eyebrows feel stronger and stronger. The sharp aura forced him to use the sword, because the aura was almost at a terrifying speed. Climbing, like billowing thunder.

If the sword is not released, after a while, I am afraid that even the weapon will not be able to be handed out.

The indestructible blade that once stood to kill ten rakshas domineeringly cut out.

The Ranger of Datang cast his eyes down and swept across with his left hand and finger.

Violently violently.

The sword of the myth can no longer break through the invisible sword energy.

The divine sword that once killed Raksha was agitated by the sword aura.

Wei Yuan took a step forward, his five fingers spread slightly, and accompanied by an unspeakable whistling sound, he was buried in an underground palace in history, at the "precepted sun god" trapped by the Deva Celestial Clan. In the ruins, Qingyue's whistling sound became more and more magnificent, like Hong Zhong Dalu.

There were eleven tremors in a row.

The seal was broken.

A quaint Tang sword violently rises.

As the only cherished weapon when King Jieri was buried, this sword rose sharply.

There are thirty-three oil lamps around, the lights are like candles, representing the thirty-third heaven.

There was a slight tremor along with the breathing movement, but it was suddenly stagnant at this moment.

Every ray of candlelight rises like a sword.

Then it gathered into the sword light like a rainbow, drew an arc in the sky, directly broke through the heavy blockades and formations, pierced the air, leaving a gorgeous streamer in the sky, and fell straight into In the palm of the ranger.

Leaving the day of quitting, and changing back to this Changan, is the beginning and the end.

Take advantage of the first sword stabbed out.

Tianzhu.

Like a young child practicing swords, twisting and twisting, Vishnu raised his hand and cut out the magic weapon. The two swords fought at the same time. step.

Just a half step.

Then he was about to adjust his posture, but he noticed the sharp and sharp uprising in front of him.

Actually invaded again.

Vishnu's complexion was slightly condensed, and he had to step back again, hoping to let go of this spirit.

According to common sense, the circulation, force, and movement of a person's Qi machine must be integrated with the Qi machine. The simplest is the exhalation in each school of martial arts.

Just like the hum of the Bajiquan, it is to adjust the Qi machine to explode.

Most people have to regain their energy to adjust their physical strength after making a move. However, after the ranger's sword stabbed, the qi machine did not reconcile at all. It's like fighting in battle, fierce and magnificent, directly surpassing the momentum of the first sword.

The ranger whispered in his heart.

"Changan."

The second sword was stopped.

Vishnu held the snail in both arms and held the sword alive.

Step **** the ground with your right foot.

Once again intend to stop the retreat.

But the ranger's vitality in the front skyrocketed again and suddenly took the third step.

The sleeves shook in the air, almost like wind and thunder.

The first sword is ordinary, the second sword is domineering to kill, but the third sword is already a sword-qi sword intent like the Yangtze River surging to the vast sea, pulling out the extremely bright and extremely cold sword-qi river, Vishi The slave gritted his teeth and had to retreat again and again.

It's just this retreat, its own momentum is like a river going down, unstoppable.

A crack appeared in the clam of the sleeve robe made of magic weapon.

Before Wei Yuan stepped on his right foot, ignoring the pressure of the sword on him, his speed increased again this time, and he swept forward like thunder, pulling out a large sonic cloud in the air. The fourth time the air force still did not return. It is as straight as the bamboo of Nanshan.

The sleeve robe bulged up, white condensed cloud gas stuck to it, and the long sword pierced out flatly, and wind and thunder had been bred on the sword's edge.

When the sword was out, the whole body was violent.

The fourth sword.

The world is full of sword aura like frost.

When fighting against each other, the correction of Qi Ji will inevitably lead to a decrease in his own aura, and Wei Yuan seems to have forgotten his need to regain his Qi at this moment. Every time he forcibly uses his sword, his aura accumulates, and his pressure on himself is constantly increasing. But at the moment it is completely ignored.

With such a rapid sword and violent aura, Vishnu had already withdrawn from a very long distance without knowing it. There was a vast silver sword in front of him. With the fifth sword, Wei Yuan still stepped forward, his speed climbed again, and his eyes could not catch it. It's just that the sword is sharp, like the moonlight surging

At the same time cut out the fifth sword.

Ignore his injuries.

Ignore the oppression of myself.

Ignore the threat of the opponent's attack.

If it comes to kill, it is the most overbearing and brutal method of killing. Vishnu knew that this would not work anymore. The divine wheel in his palm spun out, like a wind and thunder, directly rotating and slashing towards the ranger's neck. , If it is cut down, it will inevitably be decapitated.

With the sword in Wei Yuan's palm, he couldn't evade, and directly assassinated Vishnu's eyebrows and soul.

The momentum is suddenly tragic.

As if to exchange death for death, even if he was wearing an immortal golden armor, the fear in Vishnu's heart became more and more intense. He had to summon back to the Heavenly Wheel of Divine Law and stand in front of him, Ranger. The sword in his palm fell, as if the chakra was naturally blocking him.

A crack appeared on the magic weapon.

The counter-shock was strong, and there was a crackling sound on top of the three-thousand-layer gold armor.

A trace of blood appeared at the corner of Wei Yuan's mouth.

He lifted his right foot and paused.

Then he stepped down suddenly.

Not refundable!

Never retreat!

Layers of ripples appeared in the sky, and clouds suddenly sank.

It is like the bamboo of Nanshan that comes out straight through the hole.

Eleven bowls of wine, at this moment, are rising like flames in the chest of the Datang Ranger. Every time the sword’s countershock and air force press the internal organs, it makes the fire more and more tyrannical. At the seventh sword, It is for Qian Qiu.

Vishnu's golden hammer was directly smashed.

The seemingly unremarkable Tang Jian Changan changed for the first time. It swept abruptly, and its two arms were swept up directly. As the armor of an ancient hero, its original owner did not have an eight-arm pattern. The golden blood rose violently, and the air was filled with tragic air.

Wei Yuan kept walking, stabbing the eighth sword homeopathically.

The golden blood coagulated in the air, and then Qi Qi was engulfed by the sword power and turned into sword energy.

Like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

The eighth sword, the number is fighting sword.

Break another arm!

The ninth sword, come and go!

The war bow owned by Shiva in the myth had not had time to shoot the legendary golden arrow again. It was abruptly smashed into pieces by the sword power. Vishnu intercepted it with both hands, and the sword was directly cut down with the edge of the sword. Deep into the bones of the hand.

And Wei Yuan himself was dripping with blood.

A violent sword.

Split both arms directly along the hand bones.

At the tenth sword, Wei Yuan once again smashed the sword in Vishnu's hand.

The roaring sound and the sound of swords sounded like thunder. Wei Yuan lifted his breath in his chest in one breath. Ten swords continued along the way, and the ten swords kept running. Each sword far surpassed the previous sword. In his mind, he almost pushed his swordsmanship realm to a stronger state than before, almost like stepping on a ladder simultaneously. Every sword he made today is a swan song.

There will not be before today.

Wei Yuan after today can no longer be used.

Because each of these swords is an unreproducible peak.

The ten consecutive swords were violent and unmatched, as if a sword was really in hand, there was no retreat, Wei Yuan swallowed the breath machine and the blood together, the last sword still stabs forward, in an instant, the eyes seemed to be There was a golden streamer, and the golden light seemed to be faintly flowing above Kunlun Mountain in Shenzhou, but it disappeared immediately.

The characteristics of Kunlun Mountain and the coexistence of all realms.

But this is not what Kunlun Mountain can do on the earth, but the height that the real master of Kunlun is qualified to reach. At this moment, the sword in the hand of the ranger is relying on the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world, forcibly climbing from the sword to the reason. Evolve into Tao, following the Kunlun characteristic that is almost faint to be negligible.

Cut out with one sword.

My sword Kunlun exists in different spaces at the same time.

Locking the world in front, every strand of space seems to be folded, turning into the size of a sword mark.

This sword slashed through every place in the space'simultaneously'.

As if the space in front was folded into a sword mark, and then cut straight across.

This sword must be hit.

This sword is not the pinnacle, or legend.

This sword is a myth.

The unprecedented sound of swords rang out, and the sword light that could not be captured with the naked eye or everything, as if it had been cut out in an instant, had been hit, and the gold armor that was known to be immortal was instantly shattered, and a sword pierced straight into it. Vishnu's throat.

Tianzhu Changan, hometown.

One hundred thousand li sword.

Dharma is blue, fighting swords forever.

Coming and going vertically and horizontally, holding the sword north and south east and west.

Ask the heroic enemy,

Ask the hero enemy!

Vishnu was pulling the sword with both hands, and the Datang Ranger rushed forward directly against the god, dragged on the ground for dozens of miles, and then re-inserted on a mountain, panting like a cow, and then grinning grinningly, holding the sword in his right hand and holding it upright. The pierced sword turned, the blade was parallel to the ground, and then violently exerted force, the blade swept directly like a long stream of river water, tearing out a large piece of blood fog.

Vishnu was directly stunned.

He pressed the head of the **** with his left hand and pressed it back firmly.

Looking at the fear in those eyes.

"Aren't they still alive?"

The exhausted ranger gasped, and said grimly: "You come alive and let me see?"

……………………

Under the eleven swords, the world's strongest swordsmanship, and relying on swordsmanship to explain the principles of Kunlun.

Vishnu's death was already lost when he took a half step back.

Unsupported Qi's heart was surging, and immediately there was a little more instinctive emotion.

When facing that sword, he could only fight hard.

As long as you take a half step back, you will only continue to die.

But after Wei Yuan's breath dissipated, his whole body was exhausted, and he felt the tingling pain. His clothes were instantly wet with cold sweat. He kicked Vishnu and gritted his teeth and said: "Stand up!"

"Isn't there a legend of immortality?!"

"Since it is the divinity of the earth here, if this is the case, you can't die, right?"

"I just killed'Vishnu'. There is a deeper level, right?"

"you……!"

Looking at the collapse of the body of the three-phase god, Vishnu, or the existence that can no longer be called Vishnu, swells rapidly, and the mythological concept naturally arises, with a scorching and domineering high temperature-the Vedic Sun God, this is the essence of Vishnu.

He was originally one of the sun gods in the Vedic era.

Constantly devouring other people's divinities and legends, ten incarnations appeared, and they became one of the three gods.

At this moment, the existence of one of the three-phase gods was obliterated by a sword.

The **** named ‘Vishnu’ who was chanted and enshrined is dead,

It was directly returned to its original form.

"Mortal, I want you to die!!!"

Thousands of years of accumulation were directly erased by the sword of Kunlun~www.NovelMTL.com~ The'Vishnu' who really died once was frightened and angry, or more murderous, he looked at the obviously exhausted The ranger suddenly rose up and opened the concept of mythology.

next moment.

The whole of India was completely turned into darkness.

Humans’ perception of the sun is because the sun’s rays fall in the eyes.

At this moment, all the sunlight was converged and twisted, condensed on the sun god.

At this moment, He is the Great Sun.

High temperature, hot, bright!

On the vast earth, there was darkness, and then the sun rose and fell sharply, like a huge burning flame, the high temperature of hundreds of millions of degrees that broke out all the time is falling toward the world at an extremely fast speed, as if to kill it. Vishnu's ranger was directly burned to ashes, Wei Yuan leaned on his sword, looked at the big day, and staggered to his feet: "It's great..."

He said: "I can kill you twice!"

"Mortal, presumptuous!!!"

"I will burn your soul to ashes!"

In the wrath of God, the endless heat and the brilliance that cannot be seen directly fall.

All beings can't look directly, but there is a new breath.

Accompanied by a long and desolate howl, a wild spirit, a kind of loneliness and decisiveness for one person to conquer the gods, covering the whole world, directly enveloping the exhausted Datang Ranger after reaching the pinnacle, and that self-ranger The roar that roared out of the mouth is the simplest text in ancient times——

"Kuafu!!!"

then,

The ancient heroes responded to this.

With the body of a mortal, grabbing the lofty gods in your hand, chasing and killing the lofty **** Xihe, is the arrogance of the human race, the initial resistance, and the ancient desolate legend, here, returns to the earth.

Mythological concept-by the day.

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