Chapter 2693 Master slays the divine general, Wuhao slays the giant dragon

The expression of this divine general was extremely cold, and his eyes exuded a blazing white light. He was completely heartless and unconscious. He stood in the chariot and looked down at the world, and everything he looked at turned into nothingness.

"There is no perfect thing in the world, and even if there is, it is not real!"

The Master looked up at the God of Light, with a complex look on his face. He saw many old friends in this God of Light. The General of Light seemed to be composed of thousands of different people. Together, it's perfect, not real enough.

The God of Light still looked indifferent, driving a golden dragon and a golden chariot from the sky. At some point, a lightsaber more than ten miles long appeared in his hand, and slashed it towards the wasteland!

At this time, Zhao Wuhao slowly put away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, raised his head and glanced at the God of Light descending rapidly, then turned his head to look at the tall and burly master next to him, raised his brows, and asked softly.

"God general or dragon?"

The master was slightly startled when he heard this, and then he realized that Zhao Wuhao was dividing the spoils. It was fair for the god general and the golden dragon to have one each.

"God general, I see many shadows of old friends in him!"

The master said slowly, obviously the god general and the golden dragon fell from the sky very fast, Zhao Wuhao and the master spoke very slowly, but for some reason, after they finished speaking, the god general driving the golden chariot still did not reach them. Before, this contradictory feeling was very uncomfortable and contradictory.

"You come from the Kingdom of Haotian, and you use the Divine Sword of Light. If it is only bright, it lacks reality, just like your existence. Today, I will show you the sword of the world."

The master said, then he stretched his right hand into the air and opened it, facing the south of the world. The clouds broke through the sky and the sky was dark, and a sword came from thousands of miles away from the south.

The sword was full of ancient meaning, as hot as dawn, and it struck through the clouds. It fell into the master's generous hand and buzzed slightly, expressing his surrender and awe, and his pride in being controlled by the master.

In the past few decades, the Master has never taken any action, so that he is gradually forgotten by the people of the world. Even people in the world of cultivation occasionally forget his existence. In those legendary stories that only a few people know, the weapon used by the Master is a stick. Ning Que can prove with his own painful experience that the weapon used by the Master is indeed a stick. The stick hitting the palm of his hand is really painful. .

Since the master didn't need a sword and wanted to let the light god general in the sky see the sword of the world, he had no choice but to borrow a sword, so he stretched out his hand to the south, and a sword flew from the south.

This ancient sword comes from the Southern Jin Dynasty Sword Pavilion. Sword Saint Liu Bai was injured by Zhao Wuhao last time. He only recovered from his injury recently. He sat cross-legged quietly by the pond, looking at the dried pond in front of him. Water, thinking about the ancient meaning that broke out of the pool and flew away quickly, remained silent with a complicated expression.

Liu Bai became weak and exhausted again. He had cultivated this human sword for many years, and most of his energy and sword spirit still rested on the sword. In other words, the sword was himself. Therefore, it is the strongest sword in the world. At this time, the ancient sword left the pool, and his sword intention and spirit also left with it, making him naturally weak.

There was no expression of anger on Liu Bai's face, but he looked a little confused. He was the strongest man in the world, and his swordsmanship was unparalleled, but he was defeated twice by Zhao Wuhao with one move. This time, he was defeated by his master thousands of miles away. Take away his sword at will, let alone stop him, he is not even qualified to express his objections.

Fortunately, although Liu Bai was unruly and had never respected or feared others, he still bowed to his master. Now that he could lend his sword to his master, he felt honored.

The ancient sword Poyun came from thousands of miles away and fell into the hands of the master. His feet left the wasteland ground and swayed up to the sky. The black robe whistled in the wind, reflecting the light in the sky, turning the holy and fiery Haotian divine light into countless tiny golden flakes.

The Master soared up, above the blue sky. He looked at the light and darkness in the sky, and casually waved the ancient human sword in his hand. Between the overwhelming light and the fading night, a sword mark suddenly appeared. The sword mark was so deep that it seemed to pierce the sky. It was like a deep trench that separated the light from the darkness. A sword cut. sky.

The God of Light stood on top of the golden chariot. His face showed no emotion and was indifferent. The lightsaber more than ten miles long in his hand was slashing towards the wasteland ground. The blade was dozens of feet wide, just like a seat. It pressed like a mountain against the Master's body.

Compared with the huge size of the golden dragon, the golden chariot, and the god of light in the sky, Master, his originally tall figure now looked like a speck of dust suspended in the air, insignificant and not worth mentioning. . Compared with that terrifying and huge lightsaber, the human sword in his hand was like a hair and could be ignored.

The master raised the human sword in his hand and moved towards the lightsaber. The human sword made contact with the lightsaber, just like a thin branch lightly tracing over the Tianqi Mountain. The thin blade was unharmed, but the mountain collapsed. , the lightsaber suddenly shattered and turned into brilliant fragments, scattered around the wasteland.

The sword intent in Master's hand was not exhausted, and seemed to last forever. It passed through the hundreds of thousands of falling lightsaber fragments, attacked the golden chariot, and landed on the face of the God of Light.

The perfect face of the God of Light had a very slight sword mark, so it became no longer perfect, and the cold and silent face became a little funny.

Click, click, click, a very subtle sound sounded, and there were hundreds of thousands of cracks on the face of the God of Light. Those cracks spread to his stalwart body, and the armor condensed by Haotian's divine brilliance also began to crumble.

Like an ice sculpture, the God of Light instantly shattered and turned into countless transparent crystals, rustling and falling towards the wasteland ground, like a hailstorm, but the sound was more like a heavy rain hitting the eaves.

Those tiny transparent crystals still contain the terrifying light and divine power, but they can no longer be integrated into one body, posing no threat to the master holding the sword of the world.

The fragments of the God of Light and the lightsaber kept falling on the wasteland ground, like a dense rain of meteorites, trailing the tail of fire and falling, splashing countless smoke and dust, and igniting countless high-temperature and blazing flames.

On the wasteland, countless people writhed in agony in the divine fire, and then died and turned into nothingness. The God of Light who had been looking down at the world indifferently a moment ago also turned into nothingness and died.

With one strike of the Master's sword, he cut the sky and killed the gods, displaying his invincible style, which made the whole world feel awe and shock. That was the divine general of light who descended from the Kingdom of Haotian. His power was beyond the range that the human world could withstand, but he still couldn't. How high is the Master's realm when he resists the Master's sword? Is it as high as the sky?

Just when the master was slaying the sky and killing the god with one sword, Zhao Wuhao's figure had disappeared from the ground at some point. Everyone's eyes were trying their best to search for this figure who could stand side by side with the master.

Suddenly, everyone's eyes fell on the top of the golden dragon. A small and ethereal figure stood on the top of the golden dragon. Compared with the golden dragon, his figure was so small, but for some reason, it gave people a feeling. With such a strong sense of existence, everyone's eyes were focused on this small figure, and they even ignored the existence of the huge and sacred golden dragon at his feet.

The golden dragon roared angrily, swung its tail and struck. The clouds dispersed and thunder roared with astonishing momentum. Zhao Wuhao still stood on top of its head, his broad scholar's shirt rustling in the high-altitude wind. The golden dragon looked back and wanted to kill Zhao Wuhao. Hao swallowed.

Zhao Wuhao raised the corners of his mouth slightly, with a look of disdain, and lightly stomped his feet. The golden dragon seemed to have been hit by a mountain weighing more than a billion, and its head and body suddenly fell downwards, letting out a miserable wail. It shook the heaven and the earth, shattered the clouds, shattered the light and darkness, and the whole sky was in chaos.

Zhao Wuhao then slowly raised his right hand, stretched out two fingers, and joined them together to form sword fingers. Unlike the master who borrowed the human sword from Liu Bai in the south, he was already an unparalleled swordsman, with even sharper edges. Sheng Liubai, there is no need to borrow the sword from the world. The sword energy was hesitating at the fingertips. It was sharp and unparalleled. It made a hissing sound. The surrounding void began to break. It could no longer bear the extremely sharp sword energy. Pieces of space The fragments shone brightly, like a broken mirror, reflecting the figure of millions of Zhao Wuhao. The sword finger slowly descended and inserted directly into the neck of the golden dragon, stabbing extremely deep.

The golden dragon screamed and struggled desperately. The sword energy swam between the dragon's neck, and pieces of dragon scales peeled off. The golden dragon became more and more painful, and its struggle became more intense. It flew and rolled rapidly in the high altitude, surrounded by clouds. Generating itself, the clouds are pregnant with terrifying thunder and lightning, which is extremely frightening, but it still does nothing to kill the sharp and unparalleled sword energy.

Countless dragon scales were peeled off, like countless pieces of glass, floating slowly over the wasteland and falling to the ground, reflecting the light in the sky and illuminating the entire world into a gorgeous river surface at dusk.

Every time a piece of dragon scale falls, a ball of sky fire will be ignited on the wasteland. Countless people will howl and roll in the sky fire, and then die and turn into smoke and nothingness.

The unparalleled sword energy circled the dragon's neck, and the golden dragon's body and head separated. The huge dragon head and the dragon's body, which had been winding for unknown miles in the sky, suddenly stopped and suspended, and then collapsed like a river of golden sand and sprinkled into the world. Zhao Wuhao slayed the dragon with one sword, and his power was not inferior to that of his master, which horrified countless people.

If the Master is a myth in the world and is admired by countless people, then Zhao Wuhao's reputation is far inferior. Except for some of the top masters in the world who know his terror, most people don't know this young academy teacher. I can't believe that there is a second such powerful being in the world, who can be as high as the sky.

The golden dragon fell. The Master quickly waved his sleeves, and the black robe flew up in the wind. With his left sleeve, he waved the golden dragon's body into the northern night. The disintegrating golden sand danced wildly in the night. non-stop, and then exploded continuously.

Every grain of golden sand contains the purest and most terrifying Haotian divine brilliance. Now it is completely burning, releasing an unknown amount of light and heat, and the dark night in the north is suddenly purified. The Master compressed the golden dragon's head into a pure ball of light, and poured it into Sang Sang's head with one palm. The remaining cold aura in Sang Sang's body suddenly disappeared without a trace, just like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

The scales of the God of Light and the golden dragon fell from the sky and turned into the blazing Haotian Divine Fire, sweeping the humans on the wasteland into it. In a very short period of time, countless people were burned to death. Before a battle of this level, all the forces in the world can only watch, but today no one is qualified to watch. They can only be affected, causing disaster to the fish in the pond, and die regardless of camp.

Whether it is a deserter or a Central Plains person, whether it is the Xiling Temple or the Demon Sect, as long as it is touched by those sky fires, it will instantly turn into a scorched corpse, and then be purified into blue smoke and return to nothingness.

Zhao Wuhao's figure fell onto the ground of the wasteland again at some unknown time. Seeing this tragic scene, he frowned slightly and waved his hand. The wind and clouds gathered, the color of the sky and the earth changed, thunder and lightning flashed, and heavy rain poured down. In an instant, it descended on the wasteland, extinguishing all those things. Skyfire, smoke and dust rising.

The rain subsided and the wind stopped, and the sky separated by light and darkness returned to normal, revealing a blue sky with white clouds floating on it, and even cloud-like flocks of sheep appeared in the distance.

Zhao Wuhao did not stop, and in a flash, the red plum blossoms bloomed, the paper umbrella opened, and he disappeared into the eyes of hundreds of thousands of people holding the oil-paper umbrella.

"The Sunset Sand will open tomorrow? It's still wrong."

The master muttered, shook his head, led Ning Que and Sangsang to the black carriage, threw the human sword in his hand, and flew towards the south.

The dazzling and terrifying light pressure disappeared, and the cold and terrifying night disappeared. Hundreds of thousands of people in the wasteland gradually woke up. They saw the tall figure and the black carriage gradually disappearing.

People vaguely guessed what happened, but they couldn't believe it, because even the most secret scriptures and the most blasphemous dark history books did not record such a thing. The war between the Kingdom of God and the human world ended with the victory of the human world. .

The ancient human sword flew back to the Southern Jin Dynasty Jiange, fell from the cave entrance of the mountain, and quietly inserted into the bottom of the dry pool. After a while, the pool emerged from nothingness and submerged the sword.

Liu Bai looked at the water pool in front of him and knew that he would never be able to use this human sword again in his life, even if this sword was forged by his own hands and had been nourished by his spirit and sword intention for many years.

This human sword has been used by the Master and fought against Haotian's will. How could it still be willing to be used by ordinary people, and how could it still be willing to fight in the human world?

There was deathly silence in the wasteland. For a long time after the black carriage disappeared, no one dared to speak. Only the heavy breathing of hundreds of thousands of people and the low neighing of war horses could be heard.

Light and night, golden dragons and divine generals were finally put to an end by human beings, turning into divine fire that filled the sky and fell on the wasteland. Then the wind blew up, the clouds gathered, the rain fell, the smoke dispersed, and the blue sky returned.

These images completely surpass the wildest imagination of mankind. This story completely transcends all human experience. The emotions of shock, awe and horror have lingered in the hearts of hundreds of thousands of people for a long time.

The stronger the person, the easier it is to wake up. On the giant chariot in the Xiling Temple coalition camp, the tall figure behind the tens of thousands of gauze curtains slowly stood up, no longer looking at the barren tribe in the north, but at the Tang army in the west. . He held the magic staff in his hand and looked silently at the Tang cavalry who were as shocked as the coalition forces but with a lot of pride on their faces.

The sword divided the sky, then beheaded the divine general, and then slayed the golden dragon. Today, Zhao Wuhao and his master showed their peak human and almost miraculous abilities. Of course, the people of the Tang Dynasty would be proud of them.

But in the eyes of the Xiling Temple and the hundreds of millions of Haotian believers in the world, the actions of Master and Zhao Wuhao were a great disrespect to Haotian's will and an unforgivable blasphemy.

Light was about to defeat darkness, but the two of them stood in the way of the light and rescued Pluto's daughter. The sacrifices made by all the countries in the world turned into nothing.

The Tang Dynasty was proud of the two of them, so it had to bear the price of this pride. The deep and solemn voice of the master of the temple echoed in the wasteland.

"The glory of Haotian's divine glory cannot be desecrated!"

The Xiling Temple coalition forces gradually came to their senses, and their gazes towards the Tang Army in the west gradually became complicated. They were wary, disgusted, angry, and finally turned into hatred.

As smoke and dust gradually rose, there was a sharp whistle, and the sound of hoofbeats suddenly became chaotic. The Xiling Temple Allied Forces slowly changed their formation and began to deploy an offensive obviously targeting the Tang Army in the west.

Half of the Northeastern Cavalry and one-third of the Northern Expeditionary Army are on this wasteland. The number of soldiers is already the largest number mobilized by the Tang Empire in recent years. Coupled with the Tang Cavalry's world-recognized powerful combat effectiveness, alone These Tang armies were enough to sweep through small countries like Song and Qi.

But this wasteland war was a holy war launched by the Xiling Temple. The Central Plains countries sent their most powerful troops, the most powerful practitioners and warriors. Their number was nearly four times that of the Tang army. There was a real possibility of victory.

The smoke and dust gradually subsided, and the wasteland under the blue white clouds was covered by black cavalry. The Xiling Temple coalition forces split into two different camps, and the atmosphere became extremely tense.

The Temple Alliance's original opponent, the Desert Man Tribe, had now become insignificant. A harsh whistle sounded, and the war began without warning. The Xiling Temple Allied Forces, which had an overwhelming numerical advantage, finally defeated the right wing of the Tang Dynasty's northeastern frontier defense after sacrificing the lives of more than 30,000 people, and besieged Tang Cavalry in the wasteland.

But both the headmaster of the Xiling Temple and the royal generals of the Yan, Jin, Song, and Qi kingdoms knew very well that if they wanted to eat up this Tang army, the Temple Alliance would have to pay a heavy price of more than half of them being killed or injured, but they had to do this.

Because Datang has turned its back on Haotian, and because those two people frightened all of them, in order to eliminate this fear, they must stand firmly on Haotian's side and seize the opportunity in front of them.

At this moment, the sound of hoofbeats sounded like thunder, and countless cavalry came from the east, wearing black armor and with a killing momentum. Like a black torrent, they rushed into the wilderness. In an instant, they rushed the formation of the temple alliance. After the defeat, the world-famous Tang Xuanjia cavalry arrived. The Tang army flag was flying, and under it was the emperor himself.

Since the Academy has declared war on Haotian, how could Datang not make any preparations? His Majesty the Emperor of Tang personally led the army, willing to be the vanguard, and launched the most violent attack on Haotian's minions.

The war ended with Datang's hard victory, but it was unable to move forward. A confrontation formed between Xiling Temple and Datang, and the situation became stalemated for a while.

The Master took Ning Que and Sang Sang to travel around the world, eating a lot of delicious food, seeing a lot of beautiful scenery, and talking about many past events. Until they returned to Chang'an City, the Master had not finished telling the stories of the past years.

It had been a long time since they last saw Chang'an City. The black carriage was driving slowly on Zhuque Avenue. Ning Que and Sangsang raised the curtains and looked at the familiar street scene, feeling a little emotional.