My mother of Douluo is the transmigrator

Chapter 105 Why is this peak so familiar?
The road was too trembling, looking forward, the road in front of the road on the ground looked like a celestial road, but the celestial road had come to an end, and the young Ah Wu disappeared at the end of the celestial road.

The incision of the cliff is too flat, is it the uncanny workmanship of nature?
The edge of the cliff covered with red flowers, and the blue sky woven by large clouds slowly seem to be separated by a line at the end.

Good fortune Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut the dawn, this is not the dawn, but the cliff in front seems to have cut off half of the sky.

At this moment, Yulinzhi sensed something was wrong with his companion, he turned his head and found that it was Chen Wang who was trembling all over.

His hands were trembling, and his eyes were trembling, as if his eyeballs had been dug out and trembling non-stop.

This is a young man who has nothing to do and just muddle along.

In the eyes of Yulin, the king of dust has never been too emotionally immobile.

Dust King, what a menacing name.

King Chen, King Cheng, if Guan Pangpang really persuaded this young man to work for His Highness the Crown Prince, it felt like the name, His Highness the Crown Prince would be uttered by the Fourth Prince in front of Emperor Xue Ye.

Fortunately, there is no literary prison in the empire, and they will not be punished for their words. It's just that the lord of Fengjian Sect gave this guy a name like Dust King, and the picture is not small no matter how you look at it.

However, the character of this young man is completely opposite to this aggressive name.

He's a guy with no desire to win.

ambition?The lord of the Fengjian Sect has gone to sword kill bulls, you ask him what is ambition?

Is it impossible to become the King of Niuza, Yulin thought a little impolitely in his heart.

If it wasn't for the unwarranted repayment, maybe he wouldn't have anything to do with himself.

"What are you doing?"

Yulin was curious, and turned to look at this guy. Only then did the others realize that this young man was always listless and had double dead fish eyes.

Shaking, really powerful.

He pointed at the edge of the cliff tremblingly, and the two words almost came out of his mouth.

"Sword marks."

Everyone was puzzled, Yu Linzhi looked back at the edge of the cliff.

The cliff bank of red flowers all over the mountain, and the washed sky are clearly distinct.

He has actually known Dust King for many years, and this is the first time he has seen this master of the Soul Emperor lose his composure.

Sword marks?

What is this guy talking about?
I saw Dust King took a deep breath, but his body was still trembling. He jumped up and fell vertically to the edge of the cliff in front, and everyone followed.

A Bing said that this mountain is called Shiwan Dashan, and it is the sacred mountain of their beast god clan. Here it is said to be the top of the mountain, but everyone seems to have reached a platform.

Several young people exclaimed at this scene. There is an invisible forest at the foot of the mountain, and there is only one point left in the small village.

This place is at least a few thousand meters away from the ground, and it seems to be level with the clouds. If there are any immortals, they don't think it is unacceptable.

Ma Hongjun, who had been hanging at the back all the time, finally climbed up after wiping off his sweat, stuck out his tongue and looked behind him, opened his mouth wide in shock and was speechless, and it took him a long time to utter such a sentence.

"It's fucking tall..."

not educated.

Yulinzhi despised it silently, and suddenly remembered a poem written by Huo Linger.

"Bai Yujing in the sky, the twelfth floor and five cities, the immortal caressed my top, and smashed the spirit of the sky with one palm."

Although I always feel a little bit wrong, my mother said that my mother was right.

"Good poetry, good poetry!"

Ma Hongjun and Oscar are dog legs, they won't give in if they fall to the ground.

Yu Linzhi ignored the two of them and looked at the edge of the cliff.

For some reason, Yu Linzhi always feels that this place looks familiar...

He looked around, as if he had seen this place somewhere, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

This kind of inexplicable déjà vu feels like something is in the fog, but I can't catch that feeling when I try my best to think about it.

It's itchy, but I can't scratch it.

Everyone looked at Dust King again, and saw this young man who was usually listless, lying on the edge of the cliff without any image at this time.

Only then did they take a serious look at the edge of the cliff. The even gap spread to both sides for an unknown number of miles.

This time, he realized that the top of the mountain where everyone was standing was like a platform that had been artificially cut out.

Suddenly, the Dust King took out his martial soul, an ordinary sword, and behind him were six ordinary soul rings.

Soul Emperor, this word has nothing to do with mediocrity.

In the empire, no matter where it is, even if it is the upper three sects or the royal family, it can be regarded as a master of the soul emperor who is the guest of honor!
Dust King held his sword in his hand, pressed the sword against the edge of the cliff, and ran for a long time, running for hundreds of meters, and then came back, with a frenzied light in his eyes.

Excited like a child.

Guan Pangpang hesitated, suddenly made up his mind, and ran over, but was kicked away by Dust King.

"Here, this, is the sword mark, cut like this by a sword!"

He found the answer and told everyone excitedly.

Just hearing Dust King's explanation in this way, everyone was even more confused.

Storytellers in the empire often talked about which swordsman was so powerful, how many people were cut down with one sword, or a thousand-year-old tree surrounded by dozens of people was cut down with one sword.

Just like this, it can be said that the blood of all the tea drinkers was boiling, and a few copper soul coins were thrown on the desk with a proud face like gold soul coins, feeling that he was also a murderous and heroic swordsman.

Look, how rich the storyteller's imagination is, he didn't dare to say that someone could cut off the cliff with a single sword, and the sword energy spread for several miles, and cut off the head of a thousand-meter sacred mountain called Shiwan Dashan in the Star Dou Great Forest.

Title Douluo, can he do this?

"Impossible! Even Grandpa Jian's sword can't do this with one sword!"

Ning Rongrong jumped out and refused straight away.

She is a knowledgeable little princess, and there is a titled Douluo with a sword in her family, who has the most say.

One sword opens a mountain, one sword cuts a river.

Maybe there are Titled Douluo who can do it, but that's just for the sake of reputation. At this time, the mountain that was cut by the Titled Douluo, the small slope is also considered a mountain, and the small ditch is also considered a river.

Absolutely not including this sacred mountain in front of you, standing on it looks like you can pick stars.

Because of historical issues, Dust King didn't like people from the Qibao Glazed Tile School very much, so he didn't give him a good look.

"If your grandpa Jian can't do it, why don't you let others do it?"

"My grandfather Jian can't do it, others can't do it!"

The little princess's face turned red anxiously, and she pulled her neck and said, "Anyway, others can't do it, Grandpa Jian can't do it, can the owner of your grocery store do it?"

Dust King looked proud: "Of course I can't do it."

Familiar laughter came from the side, and everyone saw the leader A Bing with exaggerated oil paint on his face, standing barefoot on the edge of the cliff.

"This little brother is right, this is indeed a sword mark."

At a glance, you can't see the sword marks on the side!
"Sacred Mountain was not like this before. It has a mountain top, and there is still some distance from the mountain top."

Everyone was puzzled and looked at the leader, A Bing.

"Just a few years ago, two terrifying existences appeared in the sky, and that battle like a god and demon can be seen in the entire Star Dou Forest."

Everyone looked dazed, as if they had guessed what the leader of A Bing was going to say.

There were not many witnesses to that battle, but it was widely sung, and it happened six years ago.

"Okay, why are you talking about this, haven't you arrived at Niechi yet?"

Yu Linzhi interrupted at the right time, while covering a certain Lian Hongchen who looked excited, while waving his hands to tell everyone to hurry, don't care about these things that are so far away from them.

Just say why it looks so familiar, it turned out to be cut out when I was a child.

　One hundred chapters, I wanted to write some testimonials, but I didn't hold back any words. I feel that my Douluo fan, the style of painting is a bit different from the current one, so the results are not so good, but to borrow Shi Tiesheng's words—" And look at other people's staring eyes like lamps and lanterns of will-o'-the-wisps, and boldly walk your night path. '

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　　Good luck for the next [-] chapters! !

　　
　
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