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Chapter 233

Words:2080Update:22/06/17 20:17:24

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The swords fell from the sky like a meteor shower.

The light of the stars became a killing weapon. When the stars fell, the world was turned upside down.

Young Master Yu had never seen such a magnificent scene.

His face was pale, and he knew that this meant a glorious death.

The long sword fell to the ground, and as if it had pierced through rotten soil, sand and stones flew everywhere. It was like a scorched hell.

The range was so wide that one couldn't see the end or sense the end.

It was impossible to dodge or resist. This was the wrath of the heavens of the world of eight cultivators.

Only by cultivating the Eighth Cultivator of True Virtue to the highest realm could one have such a terrifying destructive power!

"After being sealed for three thousand years, I'll slay you all in one day!"

The ancestor of the Great Moon Empire soared into the sky and laughed complacently.

When this sword fell, the only result for the enemy was death!

He just wanted to see if Shen Zhenyi had any means to make a final struggle!

Zi Ningjun squeezed to Shen Zhenyi's side, grabbed his sleeve, and looked at the bright and terrifying flashes in the sky.

When those lights fell, perhaps it would be the moment of life and death together.

Shen Zhenyi looked at the scattered starlight and sword light with admiration in his eyes.

"Although the Eighth Cultivator of True Virtue is not a path of transcendence, it's really amazing to have such an achievement. After three thousand years, you've become one with the world of eight cultivators, and you can use the starlight as a sword. It's really a wonderful idea.

"No one in the world of eight cultivators can withstand this sword falling from the sky."

This was a sincere praise.

The pursuit of the pinnacle of martial arts could always win Shen Zhenyi's praise.

"It's too late to beg for mercy now," the ancestor of the Great Moon Empire said proudly.

The Great Ancestor of the Great Moon Empire said proudly. He was not only the emperor of that world, but also its god.

Life and death were in his hands.

He was the ruler of heaven and earth.

This feeling was addictive.

"It's your honor to die under the sword falling from the sky."

The ancestor of the Great Moon Empire pressed his palm down, and the storm became even more intense. The sword light was so dense that it was like a downpour, and there was no way to avoid it!

At the same time, strange phenomena appeared in the world of eight cultivators.

On the shore of the Eastern Sea, huge waves surged into the sky. The terrifying tsunami destroyed dams and villages, sweeping away countless civilians.

In the desert of the Western Regions, the scorching sun hung high in the sky. The air seemed to be on fire. Even the occasional oasis was burnt and withered, turning into ashes!

In the Northern Ice Plains, a snowstorm raged. Heaven and earth were frozen by the cold, and the ice-blue mountains were unstable. Because of the severe cold, they emitted cracking sounds.

In the jungles of Southern Wilderness, ancient trees towered into the heavens. Vines crazily grew, plundering everything. Animals were swallowed up by the entire jungle!

In the Middle-earth continent, the ground cracked open, revealing blazing magma. Scorching black smoke spewed out, and ghosts wept and gods howled.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Is the World of Eight Cultivators about to be destroyed?"

The commoners who did not know what was going on cried out miserably, not knowing what was going on.

The martial arts experts who knew a thing or two about this were also shocked.

"The Battle of the Imperial City actually affected this much? Could it be as the old man said, that the people of the Imperial Family have mastered martial arts that can destroy the world in one strike? "

"No … this isn't a world-destroying martial technique. It's just using the power of heaven and earth to surpass the limit and resonate with the world of eight cultivators!"

"No matter what, this move must be extremely powerful and brilliant!"

"It's a pity that we can't see this battle in the Imperial City!"

Fu Potian, who was in seclusion in front of the Abandoned Sword Villa, couldn't help but open his eyes because of the gloomy sky and heavy rain.

There was no sadness or joy in his eyes. It was as if he had lost all human emotions.

"Sect Master!"

The people of the Potian Sect around him were overjoyed when they saw him open his eyes. They swarmed over. "Sect Master, have you comprehended the supreme saber technique?"

Not much time had passed. Fu Potian faintly shook his head.

"My last saber technique is a supreme technique that can break through the barriers of heaven and earth and ascend. How could it be so easy to comprehend? I just felt something and noticed the abnormality in heaven and earth. That's why I came out of seclusion to take a look. "

He looked in the direction of the Imperial City and saw the blood-red sky. He sneered. "The supreme of the Imperial Family is only so-so. I wasted three days of my time."

It would take about two or three days of time to enter the mysterious realm of martial arts after being interrupted.

Although the Ninth Heaven Sword Fall was unparalleled, it wasn't of much use to Fu Potian.

"Is this the work of the Imperial Family?"

The people of the Potian Sect spoke with reverence.

The might of heaven and earth made them unable to resist. It was no wonder that the Great Moon Imperial Family was able to rule the World of Eight Cultivators for three thousand years.

"If I'm not mistaken, the only one who can use the Ninth Heaven Sword Fall is the Great Emperor from three thousand years ago."

Fu Potian felt the aura and understood something. He laughed and said, "The Great Moon Imperial Family has been stagnant for three thousand years. In the end, they still have to rely on the coffin of their ancestors to protect them. What a bunch of maggots!"

He hated the Great Moon Imperial Family to the core, so he didn't hold back in his words.

The people of the Potian Sect were shocked and asked, "The Great Moon Imperial Family's Great Emperor? Didn't he die three thousand years ago? Why is he still here? "

Fu Potian sneered and said, "It's just some tricks to come back to life. There's nothing special about it. Wait until I finish my last strike. No matter who wins this battle, I'll be able to cut off his head easily! "

He had comprehended the mysteries of the Ninth Heaven Sword Fall, so why would he care about the martial arts of the World of Eight Cultivators?

Whether it was the Great Emperor or Shen Zhenyi, there was no way they could dodge his strike!

Fu Potian wasn't in the mood to watch anymore. He didn't care who won and who lost, so he slowly closed his eyes.

"Is … is what he said true?"

Cynanchum Chinense and Princess Long had been vigilantly observing Fu Potian's movements at the entrance of the Abandoned Sword Villa. When Fu Potian opened his eyes just now, they were shocked. Fortunately, he went into seclusion not long after, so they were relieved.

But what Fu Potian said still shocked them.

"The Great Emperor of the Great Moon Dynasty …"

Princess Long had always been calm, but at this time, her face was pale. She knew that Shen Zhenyi was the Sword God who saved the Dragons 500 years ago, but his opponent was the Great Emperor of the Great Moon Dynasty, who swept the world three thousand years ago!

How could such a ridiculous thing happen?

"Master … can Master win?"

Cynanchum Chinense didn't know how powerful the Great Emperor of the Great Moon Dynasty was, but looking at Princess Long's expression, she knew that the situation was not good.

"To be able to use a unique skill that can cause the world to change, the Great Emperor of the Great Moon Dynasty is indeed worthy of the legendary ability to destroy the world … I can't even imagine such a martial art!"

Princess Long sighed.

"We … can only believe in Master!"

With their knowledge of martial arts, it was impossible to guess who would win and who would lose.

They could only silently pray for Shen Zhenyi.

At this time, Shen Zhenyi was in the middle of the Ninth Heaven Sword Fall, surrounded by a rain of swords. It was very likely that he would turn into dust in the next moment!

Instead, he simply stretched out his right hand and raised it horizontally above his head.

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