Reflect the world

Chapter 420 Ten Types of Bloody Battle (Second Change)
Before Tang Xuanming could react too much, the sun-like golden light inside the bright silver armor suddenly shone. Tang Xuanming was so excited that he couldn't open his eyes, only heard a roar coming from his ear.

"As the King of War, I am the best fighter myself."

"Ten thousand years ago, the human race and the monster race fought in a decisive battle. Under the leadership of the human emperor, the kings of the human race conquered the top of the ten thousand mountains."

"As the strongest person under the emperor, at that time, I had already embraced the determination to die. I fought against three powerful monsters at the level of demon gods alone. The desperate situation of life and death stimulated my potential and created the most proud of my life. The ten styles of bloody battle..."

When Zhan Wang said this, two golden rays of light shot out from his eyes, and entered Tang Xuanming's tightly closed eyes. In a daze, Tang Xuanming seemed to become another person.

He touched a long memory.

……

The battle armor has long been stained with blood, turning from silvery white to black red, and golden blood drips from the never-tired body.

The saber that used to be swung like an arm is now as heavy as a planet, and the endless divine power has been completely consumed.

"Are you still angry?"

The bold voice shook the sky, and a middle-aged man in black armor came into Tang Xuanming's eyes. Even though the speaker's face was full of exhaustion and there was a huge fang stuck in his chest, this man His words are still bold.

"I'm living a very good life, much better than you, and I should still have the strength to collect your body later."

The character Tang Xuanming took over laughed loudly, with incomparable heroism and domineering.

Amidst the loud laughter, Zhan Wang suddenly raised the long knife in his hand and slashed it down.

A huge golden bird with golden wings spread out all over its body was struck, and the bird's head, which was even bigger than Sanyue, fell powerlessly.

The golden blood poured all over Zhan Wang's head and face, which only made Zhan Wang laugh.

In the eyes of others, Zhan Wang raised his sword, and then the golden-winged roc hit his blade like crazy, and died on the spot.

But in Tang Xuanming's field of vision, the moment the King of War's sword was raised, the world seemed to be quiet, one world after another was disillusioned at the tip of the knife, and chains of rules hung down from the void and then broke under the tip of the knife.

Mastering the extreme speed of heaven and earth, the golden-winged roc, who can reach any place he wants to go in an instant, shuttles through world after world under the blade, becoming extremely slow, like a bug sealed in amber.

And as the black saber landed inch by inch, worlds were shattered, and the terrifying power of destruction permeated the air. Every time a world was shattered, the black saber absorbed all the destructive power like a black hole, and the speed increased by one point. The power will be increased by one point.

When the saber touched the body of the golden-winged roc, the destructive force was already unimaginably terrifying, and the speed of the saber was also unimaginably fast, and the space in front of it was like a thin sheet of paper.

Endless power is bred on it, making it a black hole-like existence, and all matter is crazily absorbed by it.

The golden-winged roc's body shrunk as it approached the saber.

Under the superimposition of endless power of space and power of destruction, the mass and volume of the sword has actually become infinitely large, and it has endless attraction, like a black hole in the real world.

Although the golden-winged roc is no longer bound by the worlds of worlds, it is attracted by the black saber that has absorbed all the worlds of destruction and is so massive that it has boundless mass.

That knife carried endless power, and the invincible divine body was like tofu under that knife.

boom!
On the top of Wanshan Mountain, the body of the golden-winged roc without a head fell heavily. The terrifying blood and the terrifying divinity on its body caused countless monsters and human races below the battlefield to collapse on the spot. The terrifying power unleashed by concealment.

The highest sacred mountain on the top of Wanshan was dyed golden.

The fall of a powerful existence at the demon god level caused huge damage, but it did not cause much impact on the battlefield.

There is no room for any warmth and hesitation in the fierce battlefield.

Tang Xuanming didn't even have time to rejoice that the King of War beheaded a powerful enemy, when he saw a deer rising from the sky like a phoenix but with nine pierced monsters. The human faces on the nine heads were all staring at the King of War. The flames burned around Jiufeng silently.

boom!
The saber was unsheathed again.

……

"Is that the battle between humans and demons ten thousand years ago?"

Tang Xuanming suddenly opened his eyes with uncontrollable surprise and shock.

The battle king's struggle at the last moment of his life was deeply imprinted in his heart, the terrifying ten styles of bloody battle...

"Ok?"

Tang Xuanming suddenly discovered that the ten bloody battle styles that were so clear in his memory, the most terrifying trick sublimated at the last moment of the king's life, had faded from his mind, and he had no memory at all.

The battle of ten thousand years ago still reverberates in front of his eyes, but the faces of Zhan Wang and others are a little bit blurred.

The headless body of the golden-winged roc seemed to have been mosaiced, no matter how hard Tang Xuanming recalled it, he couldn't figure it out.

The body of the eerie nine-headed giant bird twisted and elongated for a while, but there was no way to construct a complete image in his mind.

"How? I forgot everything?"

Tang Xuanming was inexplicably horrified by this strange and unpredictable situation.

The bloody battle ten thousand years ago is still in his mind, but the figures of the King of War, Golden Winged Peng, Jiufeng and others are blurred, as if shrouded in mist.

He seemed to wake up from a big dream, and the scene that was so clear in the dream became a little bit blurred and even disappeared.

"God cannot be looked at directly, and so is everything about God."

In the boundless darkness, the King of War is like a golden sun. The armor on his body is silver-white, but the golden radiance emitted from the inside of the armor changed everything.

"Then what's the point of passing it on to me?"

Tang Xuanming was puzzled.

He thought he couldn't get an answer, but the King of War in front of him gave him an answer.

"Everything has been left in your mind, you just can't remember it, but it has always been in the depths of your sea of ​​consciousness. When you can master it, it will appear naturally."

"Is this God?"

Tang Xuanming muttered to himself, and suddenly remembered the knife that the King of War slashed ten thousand years ago. Even though the impression was extremely blurred, he suddenly seemed to remember the trajectory of that knife.

He tried to use his hand as a knife to slice obliquely into the void, but it had no effect.

The King of War in front of him smiled softly: "Go back and try more, he stays in the depths of your mind, and will help you unintentionally, making you move closer to it."

(End of this chapter)