Museum of Demons Chapter 605

The howl of the sword.

It was like a clear dragon, the sharp blade of the sword breaking through the air, and even the sharp sound of the sound being thrown behind the sword, finally stirred the aura of heaven and earth, and then caused the surrounding air to be naturally shaken, tuned, resonated, and transformed. Made a sword gas in the physical sense.

boom! !

The sheath of the sword in Wei Yuan's palm fell.

The overbearing sword marks were swept across, and the so-called mythical creatures in front were directly cut off.

Swordsmanship to reach the pinnacle of the world.

Of course, there are still flaws, still not enough, and there are still shortcomings.

But it was Da Yi who said this sentence.

It is Xingtian.

Just like the master said, Lao Tzu is not good at fighting, but that is based on himself.

Shenzhou's pinnacle swordsmanship is more than enough to deal with these so-called heavenly races.

After all, these guys are often rubbed by Ashura in the myth.

Amid the screams, blood spewed out, and then was blocked. Wei Yuan's long sword sheath was wrapped with flowing wind, circling around for a week, throwing out the dirty blood, and then he controlled the sword with his right hand, the sword fell heavily, and the five fingers of his right hand were slightly opened and pressed. On the hilt.

The sword in the hands of the black-haired swordsman pressed against the ground.

Then it sank an inch.

The invisible sword energy hit all around.

The guards of the heavens staggered back a few steps.

The swordsman's eyes were indifferent.

Just like the swordsman of the Central Plains who crossed the North India back then.

Even the greatest hero here, the King of the Sun, was defeated by the sword.

Unmatched.

Of course, apart from not being able to defeat Xuanzang, there is nothing to regret.

Just now the old cow was telling the monkey the way of Lao Tzu, and a bunch of Indian divine creatures came outside, the so-called Celestial Clan, and the one who led the way was the river **** that I met before, and just now, this blue-faced face The river god, who had been killed by Wei Yuan's sword, lay down on the ground, motionless.

The same is true for many enemies in front.

Of course, it may be because this is the North India area after all.

Protected by divine power.

These Celestial Clan... seem to be a little harder to cut.

Only at this moment, a faint scorching sensation came from the center of his eyebrows, Wei Yuan frowned slightly, and immediately saw that among the gods, a red-gold sword light flared up, turning into a sun-like trajectory towards him. Wei Yuan's expression remained unchanged, but this time, the iron eagle sword in his palm was finally out of its sheath.

The two swords collided in a volley.

Hundreds of clashes in a flash.

In a short period of time, Wei Yuan's swordsmanship level is higher than that of the opponent, but the opponent seems to have received some kind of protection in this area. With such crappy swordsmanship, he can always catch up with Wei at the moment of his death. Yuan's sword.

The Indian tribes cheered.

"Human, you are already pretty good, I recognize you as..."

The voice whispered, filled with a strong confidence.

Wei Yuan raised his eyes, the blade in his palm trembled, the sword aura contained wind and thunder, and the speed and strength skyrocketed again. The man's voice had not completely fallen down, and the sword in his palm was almost blown out, and Wei Yuan's sword stepped forward. The sword made no sound as if it pierced until it pierced the opponent's throat.

Suddenly a figure appeared.

With a heavy hammer in both hands, he smashed it down.

The Iron Eagle Sword shook in Wei Yuan's palm and directly shook the opponent away.

It's just that the person who held the sword before took advantage of the situation and retreated, as if being pulled by a whip of a gale.

The brief confrontation between the two sides came to an end for the time being.

It was just such a brief confrontation. If it wasn't for someone to intervene on the way, the figure holding a long sword like the blazing sun would be opened by Wei Yuan in his throat on the spot, instead of the way it is now.

Wei Yuan's wrist moved slightly, and a string of golden blood beads fell along the spine of the sword.

The blood dripped to the ground, making a scoffing sound.

"Quit the Sun Sword."

Wei Yuan recognized that the flame was a scarlet golden sword, "That is the sword my friend gave me."

"Nonsense, this is obviously the sword of the great Rama!"

There was a **** next to him directly and stopped drinking.

"Holding a sword... Rama?"

Wei Yuan looked to the front and frowned slightly. Opposite him was a young man in ancient Indian costumes.

Black hair, about the same height as Wei Yuan himself.

The body shape is also similar to Wei Yuan.

With an ancient mask of gods and devil on his face.

Even the posture of holding the sword revealed a familiar feeling.

This force, have learned ancient Shenzhou swordsmanship?

How do you look at it reveals the posture of a white ape attack technique commonly used by Datang rangers.

Wei Yuan stroked his chin.

look familiar.

The thief is familiar.

But I don't know why, unhappy.

There was a monkey next to Rama holding the sword. It was the monkey who was holding the sword Ramola away with the protection of the wind. It was also the sword that he interrupted Wei Yuan's hand. It was Hanuman, the son of Fengshen.

Holding a sword, Rama clutched his throat. In this land, he was blessed and protected.

The sword wound in his throat quickly healed.

He looked at Wei Yuan, his voice full of admiration, as in the legend, full of courage and king's magnanimity: "Human, I recognize your courage, you are enough to be my opponent, the great king Rama."

Wei Yuan meditated:

"But I don't recognize you."

The voice of the young man in the opposite myth was stagnant.

The Shenzhou swordsman said in a lazy tone: "Furthermore, in the history of ancient India, there were only two kings."

"One is Ashoka, who founded the Maurya Dynasty, coming and going vertically and horizontally."

"One is the Jieri King who founded the Jieri Dynasty."

"I haven't heard of it. There is a king named Rama."

The young man who was similar in height to Wei Yuan and held the sword in a similar manner was silent and retorted:

"I have never seen a swordsman like you."

Wei Yuan said in a relaxed tone, "But the owner of the sword in your hand knows it."

"The only two kings on this land and I are friends of warriors who exchange weapons with each other."

"So I don't need to know a fake king like you."

"After all, you are fake."

"Stole my sword."

He added smoothly.

Rama holding a sword: "..."

He let out a sigh of relief: "In any case, I am very happy to see a brave man like you today." He stretched out his hand in a regal manner, "Although the positions are different, you and I can still play against each other as warriors. ."

"Of course, Yu will defeat you and take away what I want."

Tu Shanyuan raised his eyes: "Are you delighted..."

He thought: "Then you are too happy too soon."

The sword-holding Rama wears an exaggerated mask of gods and demons with ancient seals on his face. He can't see the expression, but it seems that he has been blown inside. Wei Yuan doesn't know why. He looks at this guy and feels he doesn't like it. It's like seeing a thief.

The two sides fought each other before the battle.

It was the victory of Tu Shan's.

Gu Zhijian Rama was silent for a while, and under the gaze of many heavenly races, he withdrew his right hand in embarrassment, pretending that nothing happened, and slowly moving forward, the ring sword in his hand exuded the brilliance of the sun, and said:

"In this case, if you insult me, you are insulting this world, and Yu will follow the majesty of the three-phase **** to kill you and get the treasure in front of you."

Wei Yuan said, "That's not your thing."

Rama holding the sword proudly said: "As long as they were born here, they all came from the great Vishnu, and all the creatures on this land will eventually return to the body of Shiva, and all treasures will be Brahma, the will of the universe."

"The two bones are naturally no exception."

"Their soul belongs to Shiva."

"Their bodies have returned to Vishnu."

"And their knowledge and wisdom are bestowed by Brahma."

"I just came to help them and return to the great sky."

Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes.

Holding the sword, Rama proudly said: "It was just a big deal before. Now, I will use all my strength. Brahma bestows wisdom on me, and Shiva gives me supreme bravery. Come on, this sword has saved countless brahmins. It is the sword of the king."

Flames rose from the sword in his palm.

Representing the legendary deeds, it is in the epic "Uttararamacarita" that Rama killed the monastic untouchables in the place where they had suffered before in order to save the children of Brahmins.

Rama rushed forward amidst cheers.

Then he retreated at a faster speed in a violent blast.

The cheers of the heavens stopped abruptly.

The swordsman over there has a simple and domineering halberd in his palm, with a war pattern that fights the sky and the earth.

Chi You's halberd.

"Sorry, I'm not interested in playing anymore."

His tone was low, and just like that, Rama flew out.

Although Chi You's road is completely different from Wei Yuan's road, it can still be used. The ancient magical soldiers are magical soldiers, at least much stronger than the iron eagle sword. Chi You's war halberd trembles and roars violently, Wei Yuan held it in both hands, and replied in a flat tone:

"At the beginning of ancient times, who preached?"

"Our wisdom comes from the search of our ancestors."

"Our strength comes from the pursuit of ourselves."

"I wait to be born between heaven and earth, who dares to be high above?"

"After all, the Tao is different."

The magic soldier neighed in his palm.

Holding the sword, Rama's right hand trembled, and he couldn't hold the sword tightly.

Wei Yuan held Chi You's magic soldier diagonally in his palm, and the purple-black arrogance slowly rose.

And inside Wei Yuan's guardianship, the monkey sat cross-legged on the ground, his face full of impatientness.

In front of Qing Niu, Lao Tan's relic was taken out.

These relics turned into the last simple thoughts, turned into illusory old men.

It is the last preaching method left by the old man who anticipated today's things before his death.

Wuzhiqi is bored to hear, and only feels bored to death. Especially when he hears the sound of fighting outside, it is even more psychologically tickling. Fang Weiyuan, a guy who has exclusive experience points, is better than Wuzhiqi. It was uncomfortable without a fight, and went straight to the topic:

"You tell me what is called the Way of Supreme Being as Water!"

The old man smiled and said, "Shang Shan is like water, which means..."

"The way of flowing water is the best."

"Ah this..."

Wuzhiqi's face was frozen, and he had to nod his head: "I think you are right."

"But you mean, what's the good thing?"

Of course Wuzhiqi had read the Tao Te Ching, and didn't think it was so good.

The old man's remnant thoughts smiled and whispered: "But I don't know how to teach you water. What use is it for you to ask me?"

No support is sluggish, there is a feeling of being released a pigeon for the second time.

Blue veins on the forehead appear.

Old man, are you kidding me? !

The old man smiled slowly: "I will teach you other things."

"something else??"

The old man who died more than two thousand years ago whispered with a smile on the remaining thoughts:

"Yes, what should it be as water?"

And now Wuzhiqi casually said: "Ruling everything, the most powerful!"

"Then how to go further?"

Without support, Qi Yu said hesitantly: "Gonggong?"

"Really, then what is water?"

"What rules does it follow?"

"Do you really understand the power you control? What can you reach by following the root of water? Where does the power that control water come from? What is the indescribable realm that is born before all things in the world?"

Wuzhiqi didn't know how to answer it. He even felt that co-worker, who was stronger than himself, could answer such a question? The control of the powerful is naturally extremely proud, but is the purely driving force of force a real control? And Gong Gong is better than himself, so does he dominate himself?

If you can really control and control the water system in a real sense, can you really fight evenly with Gonggong?

He was silent for a long time, and then solemnly replied:

"Please teach me the old man."

The old man sighed, stroking his beard:

"Of course I won't teach you water, why should I teach you water to limit you?"

"Kong Qiu didn't restrain his disciples with what he had learned. He was gentle and frugal and allowed him to create a bamboo of Nanshan that can penetrate the troubled times. Why would I restrain you with my goodness like water? If I teach by my words and my principles You, that is no longer a reason, but a chain, and this is just the last gift of my old fellow before his death."

"So I won't teach you water."

The old man said freely:

"I will teach you the way."

The voice paused.

The old man finally said to himself with a smile.

"Controlling the flow of water, after all, is not as comfortable as driving the road, isn't it?"

Outside, the fierce battle became more and more stern, and Wei Yuan attacked fiercely.

After starting the killing ring, his eyes were indifferent, and the Chi You demon soldier in his palm became more fierce.

Just by taking advantage of the trend, the king who was actually teased by the "anthill fairy" in the myth was overwhelmed. There was a dead silence. With the killing, the enemy retreated far away. Even though there were many heavenly races, none of them dared. The one who stepped forward, and Rama holding the sword was helped up, and fell into a sluggish silence, suddenly angrily said:

"Fire! Encircle him!"

"Huh?! Fire?"

Wei Yuan raised his eyes, his expression was slightly stagnant, he saw a very modern red button in the hand of the Celestial Clan over there, then he went dark, and then he felt a faint tingling in the center of his eyebrows. From a distance, he saw a red button. Dao-red flames rose, and then flew towards this god-spirit illusion—

The siege of the Celestial army failed. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

The saturation bombardment of North India nuclear weapons began.

Target-Shenzhou Jiansheng.

kill.

PS: The first update today...the buffer chapter, four thousand words, only two changes today...thanks to the leader of Xiliufeng, thank you.

I burned myself out yesterday, and today I don't want to code words at all, holding tea, drinking tea, and exhaling emoticons.

The water monkey version of the expansion is being upgraded...

The water monkey accepts the only job transfer.

The main occupations of the water monkeys are changing, and the water-channels and their levels remain unchanged.

Gonggong is sleeping.

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