Six Hundred Thirty-Nine. Opportunity Comes

Zhou Haosheng's eyes were condensed: "The sword of time, the time-flowing light sword! Are you the descendant of Sheng Lingzi?!"

When the Daxuan Dynasty was founded in the past, the Taizu King Xuanwen's miraculous powers surpassed the world, and he overwhelmed Huang Jiahai. At the same time, there were people who joined him to conquer the future Daxuan Dynasty.

At that time King Xuanwen was commensurate with these brothers, and Sheng Lingzi was one of them.

Later, the Daxuan Dynasty was established in Huangjiahai, and the Xuanwen King established the country and became the king, but Sheng Lingzi and others did not stay, but disappeared without a trace.

This left many speculations for future generations, such as the possibility of killing all heroes and so on.

But looking at today's appearance, Zhou Haosheng knew that everyone had guessed wrong before.

The lineage of Shenglingzi really didn't care about Huangjiahai's right to rule, when the Daxuan Dynasty established the country and retired.

Now that the situation in the Daxuan Dynasty is unstable, they unexpectedly reappeared to help.

The person in front of him looks young, but his generational age is probably higher than Zhou Haosheng and King Xuanmu, and his cultivation has reached the seventh level of Martial Saint, and he has already stepped onto the Immortal Bridge.

The other side was walking towards the main altar of the Youan Sect, step by step, as if stepping on an invisible bridge, getting "higher" as he walked.

The so-called "high" does not refer to the simple spatial distance of going up to the top of the main altar of the Youanzong, but as if stepping into a higher level, overlooking Zhou Haosheng and others below.

Zhou Haosheng's expression was serious, and he became one with the power of the great formation, like an abyss of darkness, bearing the impact of the water-like sword light falling like a waterfall from above.

The darkness that engulfs and embraces everything, yet resists everything outside at this moment.

The sword light that fell like a waterfall hit the darkness, shattered and bounced up, flew away, and became invisible.

It's like real running water hitting the black rocks below, splashing water flowers.

The "young people" in the sky looked down at the main altar of Youanzong, and nodded slowly. The sense of vicissitudes in their eyes became more intense, but their facial features seemed to be a little younger.

There was an extra long sword in his hand, which was rusty and rotten, as if it might break by itself at any time.

But as he swung his sword, the sword light like water became more erratic.

In the world contaminated by the sword light, the flow of time seems to become fast and slow, forming a distorted force.

The solidified darkness, under the attack of such a sword light, was gradually opened, as if a drop of water pierced through a stone.

On Zhou Haosheng's long robe, the dense black light mantras have been practiced into one piece, forming a black light curtain, which is indistinguishable from his own martial arts.

But Zhou Haosheng's heart is heavy at the moment.

On weekdays, relying on the original dark prehistoric formation, he could still fight against his opponents, but now that the Sun and Moon Sacrifice is going on, and secondly, King Xuanmu is attacking beside him, Zhou Haosheng suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

Other strongmen from the Youan Sect who were still in the main altar came to help, but the Daxuan Dynasty also had a lot of strong ones.

Zhou Haosheng found out that besides the expert at the seventh level of the Martial Saint, there are also other top experts from the lineage of Shenglingzi to help out.

The situation facing the Youanzong was suddenly extremely bad, and the original dark prehistoric array was about to be broken.

A terrifying spear protruded from the void, and where the spear touched, the void directly split open.

A blazing flame was burning at the sharp point, and the flames fell out, and the world in this corner of the Huangjia Sea in the upper world seemed to be completely burned, leaving a blank space.

King Xuanmu had no expression on his face, and with his five-fire true kung fu and seven-bird treasure spear, he urged the long spear in his hand to kill towards the main altar of the You'an sect.

"Xuanwang Spear!" Seeing that long spear, Zhou Haosheng paid more attention to it than King Xuanmu himself who saw the sixth level of Martial Saint and the late stage of seeing gods.

However, he had already been absorbed by the Time Flowing Light Sword above him, and now he was powerless to resist this terrifying shot.

In the main altar of the Darkness Sect, there were other strongmen of the Darkness Sect to meet them, but they were powerless to defend against the blade of the Xuanwang Spear.

At this moment, King Xuanmu, who is holding the spear of King Xuanmu, is no weaker than the warrior who wields the Time Flowing Light Sword.

The terrifying gunpoint finally broke through the dark and desolate formation!

As if after night, dawn breaks,

The blazing flames lit up the city and half of the cliff in an instant.

Zhou Haosheng's face sank like water, he slowly closed his palms together, and then suddenly pushed hard to both sides.

The pitch-black sky seemed to be torn apart, bursting out unprecedented glare, even covering the raging fire and the stream of time.

The extreme darkness produces light, and the darkness reaches the extreme, giving birth to an incomparably pure and incomparably dazzling brilliance.

Although it is fleeting, it is gorgeous and unparalleled.

The radiant light turned into a terrifying sword light, cutting towards King Xuanmu.

King Xuanmu calmly withdrew the King Xuan spear in his hand, and swung it horizontally in the sky, blocking Zhou Haosheng's terrifying Anji Huaguang Saber.

The two sides collided, and the sky became bright white, and the rain of fire and light scattered downwards together. The sea below was riddled with holes, and almost all the sea water evaporated.

But in the vast white light, the seemingly unhurried Time Flowing Light Sword slashed at Zhou Haosheng again.

Zhou Haosheng responded calmly, interpreting the artistic conception of interlacing light and dark, and changing from dark to bright. When the bright sword light turned, it turned into darkness in an instant, engulfing the sword light like water.

However, Jian Guang suddenly avoided Zhou Haosheng's defense and attacked in another direction between the fast and slow changes.

Zhou Haosheng couldn't help but realized that the other party was making a fuss.

He wanted to change his tactics, but King Xuanmu attacked again with the King Xuan spear.

Between left and right, Zhou Haosheng couldn't take care of both, and saw the sword light like a long river of light cut on the gloomy sun and moon above his head!

Blown by the sword light, the pitch-black sun and the blue full moon fell from Zhou Haosheng's head together, turning into streamers of light, entangled and falling into the distance.

In the unique and strange space formed between Youri and Linyue intertwined, this moment also turned the world upside down.

Yan Zhaoge was in it and stabilized his figure, but he didn't want to experience the roller coaster feeling just now again.

Seeing Youri and Linyue whose rise and fall began to become disordered before him, and feeling that the connection between this space and the original dark and desolate formation in the outside world was broken, Yan Zhaoge let out a long breath, and his eyes began to become sharp: "Although it is not as expected. There are differences, but there are still ways to go.”

At the same time, a majestic sword light flew from the distant sky, magnificent and majestic.

King Xuanmu's gaze shivered slightly: "Beihai Jiange? You came so fast."

The sword light shook the sky, and the target pointed at the swordsman who was attacking the main altar of the Dark Sect.

The sword lights of the two sides exchanged blows in mid-air, setting off a turbulent wave that swept across all directions.

Zhou Haosheng's pressure was relieved, and he quickly blocked King Xuanmu and King Xuan's spear.

In the camps of both sides, a few figures rushed out from each side, and flew towards the direction where the sun and moon fell.

But in the other direction, there is also a brilliance shining, and the target is also pointing at the sun and the moon.

The light rises and falls, as if the sun and the moon alternate, and it is clearly the inheritance of the Sun-Moon Interaction-Thai Law of the Guangming Sect.

Although shrouded by the gloomy sun and the cold moon, Yan Zhaoge immediately sensed that the other party was getting close: "People from the Guangming Sect" (to be continued.) 8