Thousands of years of slumber!

A mystery for thousands of years.

Now that the Single-Feng Sword Master has appeared, the whole martial arts can be heard clearly, and the sound of the flute is floating non-stop. At this moment, there is an unprecedented layer of oppression in the eyes of everyone.

Deadly.

Pressure is coming.

As the murmur fell, a peerless man wearing a white robe and a three-foot sword silhouette emerged from under the sky.

The Sword Master is here.

Heaven is in trouble, and within the martial arts, almost all musical instruments except the Heavenly Absolution Qin are trembling.

Not fear!

But welcome!

Thousands of years ago, the Single-Front Sword Master was a complete master of music. Unfortunately, as the situation changed later, the Single-Front Sword Master gradually faded out of everyone's sight.

It was not until the decisive battle against Aotian that we saw the single-edge sword master.

Mystery!

No one knows.

At this moment, the golden light stands for a moment, and all the musical instruments in the world can only greet him respectfully. Even at this moment, the heaven and earth are enjoying themselves, and they are playing the beautiful music in person. This kind of treatment is something that even the God Emperor has never had such a gesture.

The three God Emperors, Gentian, were only shocked: "Is he really just a powerful quasi-emperor?"

"Why do I feel an aura more terrifying than the Emperor's on him?"

"How far has he reached?"

...

While the three god emperors were discussing, the Holy Lord landed on the ground. As soon as he stepped on the ground, the smoke on the ground immediately stabilized, as if the terrible oppression just now had disappeared without a trace?

The emperor narrowed his eyes: "Xiaoxiangzi?"

"Ah!"

The man put his hands behind his hands and smiled, and glanced at the emperor in front of him with a pair of calm eyes: "Emperor, it has been a thousand years, but I didn't expect that you are still like a rat. Don't you dare to take off your mask?"

"Let all the heroes in this world take a look at your true appearance?"

After hearing the words of teasing, the emperor became angry: "Xiaoxiangzi, since I was able to kill you once a thousand years ago, what difficulty can I have in killing you now?"

Kill?

Xiaoxiangzi smiled disdainfully: "My Lord, it's in vain that you have existed for thousands of years. Haven't you ever thought that thousands of years ago, if it weren't for the Lord, I would need to plan such a big situation?"

"Do you think you, with just a few remnant soldiers and crab generals, can pull the Lord off the altar?"

"You are so naive!"

As soon as he spoke, a sword shadow swept out in front of Xiao Xiangzi. The moment the solid sword shadow broke through the air, the Emperor narrowed his eyes and trembled with the long sword, hoping to resist, but he didn't expect it to come into contact at the moment.

The emperor's expression changed drastically: "Not good!"

Exclaimed for a moment.

Emperor!

Frustrated!

Take three steps back!

Poof!

Emperor Qiang could not help but vomit blood at this moment. He stabilized his figure for a moment, and the Emperor looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "Okay, okay!"

"I really didn't expect that in just a short period of time, the ants in my eyes would have grown to such an extent?"

"Repulse me?"

"You are indeed good."

When the Emperor spoke, the aura around his body revived, and the entire sky was trembling. Ling Tian was even more surprised: "The limit of martial arts?"

Ling Tian is no longer the novice he once was. Now, after being tempered by wind and rain, he can naturally understand that within the world of martial arts, there are their own strongest distinctions. It was the Dragon Kingdom at that time, which was like heaven and earth, although they were all on the same plane.

, but on each plane, the strongest existence that can be tolerated is different.
Chapter completed!