Lord Hong

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Eight thousand three hundred rounds is his limit.

"Tester, more than [-]% of the divine power in your body has been consumed, and there is not much left." The green armored man said again: "If you still don't admit defeat, if you continue to fight, you will definitely die!"

Eight thousand three hundred rounds.

Yunhong was blasted hundreds of times, and suffered countless scars. The most dangerous one almost pierced his heart.

This is an extremely cruel battle.

The gatekeepers have tried their best, and they still have to fight hard for thousands of rounds before they see the hope of completely defeating Yunhong.

"Are you going to lose?" Yun Hong gritted his teeth, almost bleeding.

He had already fought to the limit, and the divine power in his body had been squeezed to the limit, and he almost survived the last hundreds of rounds with one breath.

but.

The power of his swordsmanship is still the last bit short of the level of 'enlightenment'.

This trace is the natural moat, which has blocked countless geniuses and countless heroes in the history of the Changfeng Human Race.

Even if the arrogance of the heavens is as high as clouds, and even a person like Lingzun admires him at the sight, it is difficult to overcome this obstacle in a short time.

"Kill!" Yun Hong let out a roar that shook the sky.

This is his response to the words of the green armored man.

"boom!"

Without any suspense, Yunhong was blown away again, and the green armored man's sword sliced ​​through his shoulder, leaving a deep bone wound.

But this time.

But the wound only healed slowly, only one-tenth of the previous speed.

the wound.

Blood flowed and dripped on the ground, bright and bewitching.

"I'm really not reconciled!" Yun Hong's eyes were red, staring at the gatekeeper high in the sky.

Chapter 78 The True Great Sword of Freedom

Even such a wound can hardly be repaired by divine power.

obviously.

At this moment, Yunhong has really reached his limit.

The divine power in his body was almost exhausted, and there was only a trace of support left to keep him from falling down.

"Are you really going to admit defeat?" Yun Hong was full of unwillingness.

I'm really not reconciled!

Taking a huge risk, breaking into the dragon burial world, and fighting all the way from the first floor of the Dragon Palace, there are many difficulties and obstacles.

The death task of the third level.

For the time-limited task on the fourth floor, one year and four months of silent cultivation is required.

On the fifth floor, through the gatekeepers, one's own swordsmanship is continuously transformed.

During this period, if there is a slight mistake in any step, I am afraid that I will not be able to come here.

now.

Passing the fifth level is imminent.

But it will fall at the last step.

"Taoist Tianxu..."

The old man in white robe and white hair appeared in Yunhong's mind, the old man who silently paid attention to himself and guided him, the old man who guarded the world for 800 years.

The selfless person, the leader of the Changfeng Human Race in the past, no one is out of the sky.

Born in the world of Changfeng in the "Desert of Immortal Road", he broke the road with a spear in his hand and became the first monk to enter Taoism in 6000 years.

Obviously there is a teleportation array, and there is hope to venture outside the territory, maybe you can live forever and continue the road to immortality.

But because of the ties of the ethnic group, he has been sitting in Zhongzhou for hundreds of years!

This is Taoist Tianxu.

Ever since he became an adult, Yunhong has never really worshiped anyone. He respects Shizu, Shizun, Dongfang Wu and others very much, but he doesn't worship them.

Only Taoist Tianxu.

He respected him from the bottom of his heart, not because of the other party's strong strength, but because of his unique charisma.

"As long as you pass through the fifth floor and then the sixth floor, you can expect to get the treasure that can prolong the life of Taoist Tianxu." This is the biggest goal of Yunhong's trip.

Simultaneously.

Yunhong thought of more.

"The spiritual energy has recovered, and practitioners from outside the territory have arrived."

"Where there is the first, there will be the second. This is a change that has never happened in my Changfeng world for thousands of years. The future is unpredictable and hard to find."

"Even a cultivator in the Zifu Realm may not be able to protect our human race!" Yun Hong thought a lot in his mind.

He did not forget.

The scene when the aura of Changfeng World was never exhausted in the past.

At that time, many top immortal sects in the Daqianjie came, and they all left branches, and all of them were stationed in the Purple Mansion Realm.

All explained.

Changfeng World is quite extraordinary, probably more special than ordinary Small Thousand Realms, at least most of the Small Thousand Realms have not produced a single "celestial being" in the long years from birth to destruction.

Under such a drastic change.

In the future, there may be a catastrophe befalling Changfeng World.

"It is necessary to have a stronger strength, to reach the Zifu Realm as quickly as possible! The Cave Heaven Realm! Even become a more powerful monk of the Fifth Realm!"

"In order to block possible storms in the future."

"In this way, Yunhao Yunmeng and Xu'er can grow up safely, and the demon clan can be destroyed so that our human race can truly dominate Changfeng."

"This dragon burial world is mysterious and powerful. What is revealed now is ten times stronger than the 'Luoxiao Temple Ruins'! What lies in the deepest part is unimaginable. It is definitely the biggest opportunity I have ever encountered since I practiced! "

"It's more related to the Flying God Body."

"Once I miss it, I'm afraid I will regret it for the rest of my life." Yunhong saw it very clearly.

The Luoxiao Palace is already the legacy of the top immortal sect of the Beiyuan Immortal Kingdom, and it is ten times and a hundred times stronger than the Luoxiao Palace. What kind of chance is that?

That Dragon Lord is probably the real fairy and god in the legend.

A peerless figure who truly stands at the top of the world.

Such an opportunity.

Don't say that you can't find it in Changfeng World, even in the Great Thousand World, it is probably the top opportunity.

Ordinary immortals are hard to find in their lifetime.

"Let's fight! Let's fight! If I miss this time, if something regrettable happens in the future, I will definitely regret today's retreat!" Yun Hong was roaring in his heart, roaring.

On his shoulder, blood was still flowing from the wound.

The blood stained the battle armor red, making him look like a demon god.

In his heart, thousands of emotions and hundreds of thoughts are condensed into one word - war!

What faith thinks, it will not rest until death!

Is there an obstacle in front of you?

Then kill!

Break out of the world, break out into a bright universe, on this road, no one can hinder yourself!

Say it slowly.

In fact, from the moment he was injured, Yunhong had already made the final decision, brazenly swiping the Feihong Sword, and charged at the gatekeeper high in the sky.

The sword is like a rainbow, splitting the sky!

As always!

Survive to death!

……

In the deep palace of Dragon Palace.

Qinglong and Misty figure stared at the bloody figure in the light curtain, their eyes were filled with shock.

What kind of boldness is this!

What courage!

What a decision!

"Is this an immortal cultivator? Is this the behavior of a real being? Where did he get the courage?" The misty figure muttered to himself: "No wonder Dragon Lord said that only true life can break the shackles of fate. "

"And we, always can't."

"We are the 'spirits' created by the Dragon Lord. We are born strong and rational throughout our lives." Qinglong said in a low voice, "But if you want to break the fate and control your own destiny, you always need a moment of inspiration and madness."

"Yunhong's death-seeking move...we will never be able to do it." The misty figure shook his head lightly.

They are all happy, angry, sad, and have love, hate, and resentment, and they seem to be no different from normal creatures.

but.

Absolutely sane!

Absolutely calm.

No matter how far it goes, it's their instinct.

This is both an advantage and a disadvantage.

"It's just..." Qinglong shook his head and sighed: "The so-called madness, most people go crazy in the end, most of them live to death, and eventually die..."

Since ancient times, how many people have survived from death?

Just like everyone knows that there is a great horror between life and death, which can make oneself change rapidly, but how many people are willing to walk between life and death all the time?

suddenly.

Qinglong stopped speaking, showing a look of astonishment.

The misty figure was also stunned.

They all stared at the light curtain...

……

On the stage of Thousand Swords.

Blood splattered all over Yun Hong's body, wounds added to his body.

blood.

Has been dyed all over the body.

He and the green-armored man had fought to the point of insanity, the divine power in their bodies had been completely exhausted, and they were only fighting with the remaining vitality of their powerful physical bodies.

this moment.

Yunhong has forgotten everything.

Only the remaining will and belief support the only thought.

"Can't lose!"

How many battles, how many years, and decades to reach this step, for what you want in your heart, for what you want in this life, and for everything you have on your shoulders, you must not lose!

"cannot!"