The sinen sword energy turned into a frenzy, crisscrossing the teahouse. In just a moment, everything in the teahouse was torn into powder all over the sky!

"scold!"

"snort!"

The moment the old man spoke, the man and the woman changed color together, and at the same time, she called out a light resounding sound. The flying sword behind her was unsheathed, wrapped in a shrill sound of breaking through the air, turning into a ball of sword energy in front of each of them, colliding with the sword energy that filled the world.

Strong and firm ~

The sound of swords continued to sound, accompanied by the wood chips and stone powder in the sky soaring into the sky.

This man and woman are quite good at using the sword-controlling method of the Emei Sect. Although they have taken action in a hurry, they also protect their own comprehensiveness.

"Mu Qingliu!!"

However, the man and the woman were not happy at all, and a sense of crisis arose in their hearts, and a loud roar was heard in unison: "If you don't take action, he will run away!"

boom!

Boom!!

While the two of them made a sound, a series of vibrations suddenly came from the long street. People were surging and horses were overturned, and pedestrians carried swords and swords, wrapped in the sound of the storm of the storm of the wind and dying, and rushed to the teahouse from all directions.

"Mu Qingliu!!"

Everyone spoke in unison, and the sound waves roared over, sweeping the dust all over the sky, and in just a moment, they rushed into the teahouse.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Mu Qingliu rebuked and repelled the two of them. Seeing that many people were sieging, Yang Tianchang smiled instead: "The sword is buried for a hundred thousand years, today, I will use the blood of the evil demons to open my sword again!"

Amid the long laughter, Mu Qingliu's body trembled slightly, her gray-white hair turned black in an instant, her wrinkles on her face instantly flattened, and her shriveled body became full under the stretch of muscles and bones like a "smart" sound of swords.

Before the laughter fell, the whole person had already become a slender and cold-faced middle-aged man!

In a breath, the thin and vulgar old man turned into a middle-aged sword immortal with a cold face and a domineering look!

"scold!"

Mu Qingliu spoke gently, and a ray of invisible material light suddenly flashed in his eyes, turning into a three-foot-length long sword!

Buzz ~

The sword light was as gentle as water, and as domineering as the sun shining. In just a moment, the sword energy and the sound of the collision of gold and iron disappeared.

"What an invisible sword"

The man and the woman curled their lips and showed a strange smile. Then they fell back and their bodies were cut into two pieces, and dark blood flowed out.

The flying sword that lies in front of him has turned into powder and floated away, and has been killed on the spot by the invisible sword energy!

"kill!"

And the next moment, all the people who rushed from all directions took action!

Boom!

The long street was shaking violently, and the ground within several miles sank, and countless houses were broken and flew away in the rolling dust.

"kindness?"

Mu Qingliu narrowed his eyes slightly, poked his slender palm out, bent his index finger and flicked his sword lightly.

Buzz buzz ~

The sound of the sword sound instantly filled with a layer of invisible material ripples instantly, with Mu Qingliu as the center, rapidly spreading towards the surroundings!

Huge waves of air are storming!

Amid this sharp sword sound, the space seemed to have become water surface, and layers of ripples combined into terrifying sword waves visible to the naked eye!

boom!

All the dust was cut by the sword energy, and a thunderous sound burst out. The masters who rushed from all directions were torn apart by the sword sound at the next moment, shattered into blood mist in the sky!

"Okay, okay! I am worthy of being the junior brother of the sword immortal Li Chungang, killing my top ten puppet corpses."

The sky suddenly turned black, and the evil laughter like thunder shook for hundreds of miles.

"Evil Demon!"

Mu Qingliu's eyes turned slightly cold, and the invisible sword floating in front of him shook slightly. The sword made a thundering sound, and instantly broke through the air three hundred feet, piercing straight into the sky and leaving.

boom!

The rolling air waves blew away the dust in the sky.

The invisible sword pulled out a white air flow of hundreds of feet in the sky, and fought against an evil young man in a red robe on the sky.

The young man looked evil, his eyes were red, and he held three long scarlet needles in his hand, colliding with the flying sword wrapped in thunder.

"Gaga! I'm old after all!"

The young man held the long needle and bounced the invisible sword out, smiling strangely: "Li Chungang cuts the sky for seven thousand miles with one sword, but you only have a hundred miles. It's so sad, ridiculous!"

His body moved, and his body seemed to be as empty as an illusion. In an instant, the sky was covered with dense red shadows, and waves of evil intentions filled the entire Yingtian City.

The young man's voice echoed from all directions.

"The Way of Blood Demon"

Looking at the red shadow covering the sky, Mu Qingliu felt a little sank in her heart and recognized that this was the Blood Demon's Way thousands of years ago.

Long before Jiazi, he was severely injured by the old demon of Heishan. He only had three of the ninety-nine invisible swords left. His strength was extremely weak, and his mind was even attacked by the evil intentions of the old demon of Heishan. He had to enter the world to practice and needed three Jiazi to recover.

Now that he has only been a century old, his cultivation level is far from recovering.

This battle is hard to be good!

He took a deep breath, and two invisible swords appeared again in his eyes, staring coldly at the demon shadow in the sky.

In the teahouse, Gu Shaoshang held the tea with a subtle expression.

The reverse prediction of the prehistoric world is somewhat different from what he imagined. Once the world unfolds, there are too many imprints that are attracted to, and it is too complicated. Many imprints that are not in his plan emerge one by one, and the whole process becomes plausible.

Just like when he was planning, the entire prehistoric world turned into a huge magnet, attracting all the imprints of unpredictable realm, some of which were in his plan and some that exceeded his expectations.

At least, in his plan, before the Journey to the West, these "internal test" players should be enough.

However, unexpectedly, Li Chungang blocked these internal test players for decades.

This is a good thing for him. The more changes, the stronger the power will burst out after the world changes.

Of course, these restless imprints must be broken and absorbed into the origin of the prehistoric world.

"Somewhat"

Gu Shaoshang looked at the battle between immortals and demons in the sky and smiled.

Naturally, he had no intention of taking action at this time. He turned against the prehistoric world, which was his second path to practice. He needed to take action before he reached the last few steps, which was too expensive.

"Maybe, open public beta?"

He was thinking in his heart.

At this time, the prehistoric world is one side, and the base camp of the wounded clan is considered to be the origin of the prehistoric world. In this game of the sky, it is the evolution of many marks he absorbed with the prehistoric world as the center.

This is just the beginning, so naturally there is no need for too many players to come in. Moreover, this game is only suitable for elites, and even if it is public beta, it may not be much improved.

One hundred million cannon fodder is just cannon fodder.

Of course, for Gu Shaoshang, this is a selection process, like a big wave washing sand, screening out the strong ones among countless cannon fodders.

The reason why we promote the reversal of the prehistoric times in this way is because there is a unique and huge advantage in this model.

Games can be archived, while other imprints will not be

When Mu Qingliu was fighting with the Blood Demon, Gu Changfeng looked quietly on a mountain outside Yingtian Mansion.

"Before March, Li Chungang slashed a sword on Shushan, and separated by seven thousand miles, killing the blood demon 34,000 blood god sons."

Not far behind Gu Changfeng, Zhao Qi was wearing a white Taoist robe, sitting on the big bluestone, holding a cup of hot tea, and said quietly.

"Li Chungang is an invincible existence in Shushan! Any sword cultivator can be borrowed by him, and his advantage is too great."

An inexplicable smile appeared on Feng Jue's face and said lightly: "When the player's power is only at most level three, Li Chungang's fourth-level cultivation is a gap that is difficult to cross at this time."

In the Cangtian game, the cultivation level is divided into 16th level. Most of the players today are only at the second level, and the top players are only at the third level. The difference is too big compared to Li Chungang.

The Blood Demon is one of the first batch of internal testing players, and is barely considered to be among the current players. However, it can be seen that he can't get it from the fourth level to the third level.

"It seems that the task of destroying Shushan will be delayed for decades or even hundreds of years."

Gu Changfeng sighed slightly.

He has only just entered the third level now. Even though he has many methods, he is at most different from the blood demon. Thinking about Li Chungang, who is in the fourth level and can accommodate the nine thousand sword immortals in Shushan, he feels a little chilled.

The gap is too big, and it is not so easy to make a cheat.

"Those guys don't think so, otherwise, how could this blood demon take action at this time?"

Zhao Qi smiled, and somewhere behind him, took out a thermos cup, poured another cup of tea, and handed it to Gu Changfeng: "Come on, come on, authentic wolfberry soaked in water."

"Brother Zhao"
To be continued...