Shortly after the punctual hour, in the sky above the Metropolitan City, under the rainy night, the sword qi of the nine hundred and ninety-nine miles shone brightly, illuminating the entire night sky, and also shining on the ancient city under the heavy rain.

Since the young emperor carried the pure silver kingdom from the Shenjing City to the Wanjian Mountain in the Vast City of Ten Thousand Swords, it was only a short period of breaths, and the direct confrontation between Zhao Yu and Murong He was only a few dozen breaths.

But within a few dozen breaths, four dazzling and incomparably colliding lights erupted on the entire Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, and four deafening spatial shattering whistling sounds erupted.

Within these dozens of breaths, the nine hundred and ninety-nine miles of Qinglian Sword Qi first turned into a galaxy-like heaven and earth grinding disk, but then it was directly burned by the World-Destroying Demon Flame, and finally directly annihilated, shattered, and dissipated into a dazzling cloud of smoke.

Within these dozens of breaths, Murong He used his fingers as swords as swords and stabbed out three swords, and Zhao Yu clenched his fists as hammers and blasted out three punches.

However, it was because of the three punches of the young emperor that the entire Wide Area City at this time seemed to be choked by the throat, and no one spoke.

Only silence and silence can express the surging hearts of all those watching the battle at this time!

Above the sky, the torrential rain that had not abated in the slightest fell on the stone pavement of the Vast City, making an incomparably clear roar, and those cultivators who were in this majestic rain looked up at the silver sun hanging alone in the sky above, and in addition to horror and awe, there was also deep incomprehension in their eyes.

Because Zhao Yu thundered with the momentum of thunder, the three fists smashed Murong He, the strongest and sharpest sword in the rivers and lakes, directly into the clouds, and the strength of the young emperor far exceeded the imagination of all of them.

Cultivators all know how important it is to have a strong fight with similar strength and take the lead, which means that they occupy the ethereal but crucial momentum in this holy battle!

"Of course, Your Majesty has to choose the time of this Holy Battle at night, because for me and Your Majesty, night is the home field!"

Above the black dragon soaring in the sky of Wanjian Mountain, in a thick night, the young voice belonging to Yeyi sounded softly, with irrepressible excitement, because as the Night Demon King, he could clearly see the boiling and furious night around him.

The roar of the night is silent, and only the Night Stalker can hear it clearly!

Zhao Yu heard this roar, as well as the power that continued to burrow into his body from all directions, and then he lowered his head slightly, and his dark eyes stared at the Burial Sword Lake below where the water exploded and had not yet subsided.

Just now, Murong He, along with the Sword Dao Qinglian Realm under him, was bombarded down like a meteor in the void, smashing straight into this lake, stirring up a thousand huge waves.

The entire sky on Wanjian Mountain suddenly fell into a brief silence, but everyone knew that it was a little quiet before the storm.

In fact, compared to the ordinary monks who were shocked in the whole city, the horror surging in their hearts was undoubtedly much stronger than those great masters above the spirit crane soaring in the night sky.

The layman looks at the excitement, and the insider looks at the doorway, but for these great masters of the Palm Origin Birth and Destruction Realm, the level they can contact is already completely different, and because they understand, they are even more awe-inspiring.

Dari Martial Sect Lu Yao looked at the young emperor in the country in front of him, stretching the huge night demon wings, and spoke softly, and the old man's inquiry then sounded:

"Within the three punches that His Majesty threw out, there are a total of three Great Dao Laws, right?"

Lu Yao's inquiry voice was incredulous, but then Chu Zhengyang, who was beside him, shook his head lightly and responded softly:

"Sect Master Lu, not three, but four, in addition to the dark red scorched earth with the law of destruction, the law of defense above the scale runes, and the law of the dark night surging in the night at this time, there is also a hidden flame, with the power of psychedelic heartburning, this kind of law, I can't name it. ”

Chu Zhengyang's mellow voice fell, and then all the great grandmasters fell into silence, for all the monks above the vast land of Shenzhou, the laws under this heaven and earth were the goal they had been pursuing all their lives, but Zhao Yu, who was so young in front of him, wantonly swayed a full four of them in his gestures.

Under such a strong contrast, these great masters could only sigh in their hearts, and it was difficult to speak for a long time, but this silence did not last long, and the voice of the silver-haired old woman from the master of the Dao Palace Heaven Breaking Courtyard sounded directly:

"Everyone, Your Majesty, he has entered the lake, and that is the home of Murong He and the Kendo inheritance!"

After finishing speaking, in front of everyone's eyes, Zhao Yu, whose dark golden imperial robe was flying, slowly landed in mid-air, and then stepped firmly on the surface of the Burial Sword Lake, which was still undulating and rippling.

From then on, there was a sigh that resounded through the sky in the entire Wide Area City, because once the young emperor set foot on the Burial Sword Lake, they would not have a chance to see each other again in the specific situation of this holy battle, what a great regret it would be?

"Let's go, I'll wait to go to Wanjian Mountain, even if it's closer!"

In the ancient city under the heavy rain, I don't know who shouted, and immediately echoed loudly, and then one monk after another, directly turned into black shadows, galloping towards the Wanjian Mountain in the west of the city.

Ever since the first monk crossed the western gate of the city, the number of monks rushing westward under the rain curtain in the city has increased, more and more, and then the entire city has begun to boil.

However, these monks were destined to miss this follow-up battle, because Ten Thousand Swords Mountain had been completely blocked by the Four Upper Armies, and the people who were really lucky enough to observe this world's most pinnacle holy battle were not only the great masters and forbidden ones who were pressing on the Heavenly Spirit Crane and the Black Dragon, but also the people in the Shenjing City Sitian Pagoda who were closely watching the main hall of the tower's top mountain and sea map.

At the top of the Sitian Tower, the fierce staggered light and shadow on the huge mountain and sea map indicate the fierceness of the battle, and at the same time, unconsciously, the entire huge Sitian Pagoda is a large hall on the first floor, and a hundred officials of the imperial court cultural relics wearing official uniforms stand with their hands down in the order of the early dynasties, looking up at the top of the tower with a solemn expression.

And in front of those hundred officials, there was a palace costume figure sitting steadily.

Rouge gently stroked her already slightly convex pregnant belly with one hand, and gently held the chair handle next to her with the other, with a calm face.

She didn't speak, just quietly looked up, and even the sound of breathing was extremely steady, and in the feelings of everyone in the Sitian Tower, the aura emanating from the body of this girl who was a mother of the world could calm everyone's hearts unconsciously.

This is a charm that is extremely difficult to describe in words, Rouge did not make any movements, but as long as she sits, she is there, and there is a backbone to stabilize people's hearts in the entire Sitian Tower.

Because not only Zhao Yu is constantly learning how to become a great emperor, Rouge is also growing towards a great emperor.