Chapter 114 Heaven is dead

The capital of the Han Dynasty, Luoyang City, Cai Mansion.

Lu Yun and Cai Yong suddenly felt something.

Gradually, his face became solemn.

A master came to Luoyang City.

"I don't know if it's a friend or an enemy?" Cai Yong thought in his heart.

"It's him!" Lu Yun was surprised.

He is very familiar with this aura.

Who else will besides the great wise and good teacher Zhang Jiao?

The great wise and good teacher Zhang Jiao, when he came to Luoyang City, what would he do?

...

Tens of miles outside Luoyang City, Taiping Road advocated the slightest standing.

There were two people in front of him.

The gun prodigy Yuan, the sword saint Wang Yue.

Taiping Dao Zhang Jiao looked at the sky for a long time, and slowly spoke: "The two fellow Taoists are the great masters of military strategists. If we can not participate in the war this time, we will still be fellow Taoists. After the matter is completed, we will still be talking about Taoism. How about it?"

His voice was still extremely gentle, but today is a little more solemn than before.

At this critical moment when things are about to happen, he does not allow anyone to interfere.

"How is that possible if you don't participate?" The Sword Saint roared lightly, his eyes were burning, and then he burst out with a hot spirit. "What's more, I heard that you have always been the world's number one opponent in the world. You can fight with you and die without regrets!"

Tong Yuan nodded too.

As a court worshiper, there are some things that need to be done.

"Fellow Taoist, there are not many people in this world who can discuss Taoism with me, and now, two more fellow Taoist have left!" Zhang Jiao sighed.

"Then... it depends on your ability!" The sword saint's face turned cold, and he stretched out his big hand and his sword entered his hand.

The sword is a rust sword, but when it comes to the hands of the sword saint, it feels like there is life and contains endless murderous intent.

The Sword Saint carried the sword without any extra movements, just swung it with one sword.

In an instant, forty-nine killing swords appeared in the void.

It has fixed it in the east, west, south, and locked it in the upper, lower, left and right.

It solidified everything.

Lu Yun's spiritual consciousness was cut off with one knife.

Tong Yuan stopped on the spot.

Even Zhang Jiao suddenly became a motionless statue.

He looked at the sky calmly, but could not move at all.

Within the sword of killing, time seems to be stopped!

And above the nine heavens, there were suddenly clouds of lead and boundless thick and boundless.

The wind and clouds are surging, and the lightning is thunder and lightning are shattered.

The sun, moon, stars and lights are all converging.

The world is bleak, and everything is dim.

The boundless murderous intent arose, forming a black column of light that soars straight into the sky.

This is the resonance of the world...

In the whole world, since the sword saint swung his sword, the only one who could move was the sword saint.

"This is the essence of my lifelong sword art - the Forty-Nine Dao, how can you break it!"

The Sword Saint is indeed the Sword Saint.

In the past, Jian Yi was already terrifyingly lethal and comparable to Lu Yun's talisman.

Now he made his debut forty-nine times, almost frozen time and stagnated the void.

Such a powerful person is no longer like the Dharma in the world.

It is almost the way.

Within the forty-nine Tao, people on earth are almost unsolvable...

Taiping Dao advocates that the kettle is not an ordinary person.

He is not even considered a human being.

His goal has always been the heaven on earth.

If even the people on earth cannot defeat him, how can he go against the will of heaven?

At some point, Zhang Jiao was moved.

Then there is wind.

Even though Forty-nine imprisoned his body, his mind, his extremely powerful mind, and the soul that had been cultivated long ago could still move.

He moved, and the sword saint's most powerful attack was forty-nine, and he could break it.

First, the wind was moving.

The wind rises at the end of the green duckweed, and then turns into a strong wind in an instant, shattering the solidified picture.

The picture is like a frozen lake in early spring, gradually thawing.

So the solidified image became more and more loose.

Then the earth, water, fire and wind spread, and the world officially thawed from then on.

The Lord of Taiping escaped from trouble.

At this moment, Tong Yuan shot him down.

Tong Yuan’s gun is not a provocation or a stab, but a smash.

He took a blow and smashed it hard.

A gun is like a mountain, a big mountain.

The shot was hit, which contained his domineering power that had been practicing for decades. His divine power was as powerful as a prison, without any falsehood, and he directly hit the Taoist Master Taiping.

Wherever you pass, the space is broken, the earth is trembling, and the ground is shaking.

The gun prodigy, Tong Yuan, has not been able to shoot out for many years. Today, the power of this gun has exceeded his expectations and is his most powerful move so far.

Simple, rough, breaking all things with one force!

This shot has a nearly invincible powerful power, and any existence seems to be directly crushed under this unparalleled power.

However, Tong Yuan did not have any joy because...below the gun was the Taoist Master Taiping.

Taipingdao advocates that the character's face is calm, and it seems that he has expected it.

He stretched out a finger.

Far away in Luoyang City, Lu Yun saw the Samadhi True Fire.

The true Samadhi True Fire, the great Samadhi True Fire.

Lu Yun also saw the Long River of Chongshui, several times stronger than what he practiced.

He even saw various magical powers that he had not yet comprehended.

Lu Yun's eyes were straightened.

One finger contains all kinds of supernatural powers and methods of the Heavenly Book.

It is therefore invincible in defense and invincible in attack.

A finger came out from Taiping Taoist Lord and slowly pointed at the big gun above his head.

It seems slow, but it is actually extremely fast.

The strong contrast effect made Tong Yuan vomit blood almost. He clearly saw every move, but he could not draw away the big gun before his fingers arrived, and then give Taiping Dao a corner.

Then, a powerful force came along the gun, and in the blink of an eye, Tong Yuan was shaken several miles away.

The lively old man became an old man, lying on the ground to breathe.

He was deposed.

He got up with difficulty, spat a mouthful of blood, and was about to speak when another figure fell to him.

But it is the Sword Saint.

The Sword Saint had used his most powerful Taoist forty-nine, but he was useless and his mind was already damaged. Now he has suffered another Taoist master Taiping, and has also been destroyed.
To be continued...