Ming Dynasty Emperor System

Far away in time and space, where is the end?

In this vast and vast world, where is the starting point?

Is there anyone manipulating the mysterious way of heaven behind it?

Who set the many rules in the world?

I am afraid that only by visiting the realm of saints can we understand the secrets of these questions.

Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes, and what was reflected in his pupils was a knight in gold armor and silver helmet. He was holding a long-handled weapon that looked like a halberd but not a halberd, and looked like a knife but not a sword.

That's... a three-pointed, two-edged sword!

Yang Jian was startled and woke up instantly. The majestic knight in front of him, who looked like a god, gradually became clearer, with firm edges and cold eyes. Isn't this person...himself? !

In the dizziness, he withstood the impact of the turbulence of time and space, and came to this vast white space. Everything he could see was boundless white flashes, except for the rider who stood proudly in the field. The knight riding a silver horse faced him from a distance.

"Who are you?" Yang Jian asked coldly.

The knight did not answer, but jumped down, patted the solid back of the silver horse, and made it gallop on all fours into the endless white flash. Strangely, the white flash was like an abyss, The Yinhe horse was instantly submerged into it.

The feeling of disappearing suddenly is more like the white flash swallowing the silver horse alive!

The horse left and was never seen again.

The knight dragged a three-pointed two-edged sword, his eyes were filled with stars, but his expression was extremely indifferent, like a piece of ice that had never melted for thousands of years, revealing a coldness that would repel people thousands of miles away. He took a step Step by step, he approached Yang Jian, his head raised proudly.

The doubts in Yang Jian's heart became deeper and deeper, and an emotion called anger rushed into his heart. He took out the immortal sword from his waist, pointed at the knight who looked exactly like him from a distance, and shouted in a low voice:

"Tell me, what the hell are you!"

The knight stopped and met Yang Jian's eyes, sparks bursting out.

"I am Guankou Erlang Xiansheng True Monarch!" the knight said loudly.

"What the hell! If you are Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, then who do you think I am?" Yang Jian said angrily.

"You?" The knight smiled, "You are the impostor."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp cold light pierced through many obstacles, flickering and enlarging in Yang Jian's pupils.

Clang!

Yang Jian raised his sword and blocked the blow easily.

The three-pointed and two-edged sword was placed in front of him. Looking through the handle of the sword, he could see the knight's indifferent face.

"Interesting, you reminded me of some bad memories."

Yang Jian raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, parted his Immortal Sword to the left, swung away the knight's three-pointed two-edged sword, and then drew a cold trajectory in the air, slashing straight towards the knight's neck.

Puff——It was like a thick sound caused by a sharp weapon entering the flesh.

Looking closely, a strong black dog suddenly appeared in the path of the Immortal Slayer Sword, blocking Yang Jian's fatal blow with its flesh and blood body.

"Woooooooo-" The black dog whined, and dark blood spurted out from the long wound. Yang Jian put away his sword, and the black dog fell to the ground. After struggling and shaking for a while, he lost his voice.

"Scream!"

For some reason, when Yang Jian saw the black dog dying, he felt an extremely sad feeling in his heart.

Turning his eyes again, Yang Jian's bloodshot eyes stared at the knight. He was not sad at all because of the death of his beloved dog. Instead, he took advantage of Yang Jian's stunned moment to throw the three-pointed two-edged sword away. The knife turned and slashed hard towards Yang Jian.

"Fuck you!"

Yang Jian dodged back, and suddenly stabbed the immortal sword in his hand, flying the knight's helmet. However, the knight caught the flaw in Yang Jian's strength, raised his arm, and raised the three-pointed two-edged sword upwards, sharp and sharp. The light of the knife cut off a section of Yang Jian's black hair.

Yang Jian managed to avoid the sword and was fighting back with his sword, but the knight pulled away and stood a hundred feet away from Yang Jian, staring at him with an extremely indifferent expression, his hand on his mouth Next, he whistled, but he summoned a big eagle.

"I'm a flying eagle!" Yang Jian suddenly became extremely angry again. Dragging his Immortal Slayer Sword, he rushed forward and chopped this imitation of him into thousands of pieces of rotten flesh!

But at this moment, the knight said:

"You faker, you remind me of the scene thousands of years ago when the Queen Mother set up for me to face my inner demons in a psychedelic realm."

When Yang Jian heard this, he paused on the spot, with a look of disbelief between his brows.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I said, I am the True Lord Erlang Xiansheng, and I guarantee it is true."

The corner of Yang Jian's mouth twitched slightly, thinking of the test mentioned by the Tao realm clone before entering the secret realm of heaven, and he already had some clarity in his heart.

"I, Yang Jian, have seen how Heaven evolves all things today. However, how can you stop me with your inner demon at the Taiyi Golden Immortal level?" Yang Jian said calmly.

"Realm is not the only criterion for measuring strength. Also, I am not the inner demon, you are."

After the knight finished speaking, he dragged the three-pointed two-edged sword forward again. This magical weapon was chopping and slashing in his hands, with endless changes. Thousands of sword shadows flashed around Yang Jian, and for a moment, Yang Jian was unable to do anything. To fight back, I had to just parry.

"His moves have become more sophisticated!" Yang Jian thought to himself.

Huh - as if a strong wind was passing by, a harsh sound barrier suddenly sounded in Yang Jian's ears.

The flying eagle summoned by the knight flew in the air at an extremely fast speed. When Yang Jian was exhausted from resisting the three-pointed two-edged sword, it flapped its wings and launched an impact.

Yang Jian was surprised to find that under the premise of a big difference in strength, he could not break through the counterfeit's blockage with his physical force alone. There were many sword shadows, and the three-pointed and two-edged sword was infinitely powerful in the hands of the knight, one after another. , it’s so airtight!

"If my three-pointed two-edged sword hadn't exploded, I would have let you experience the real god's sword skills!" Yang Jian roared angrily, and the powerful coercion of the Great Luo Sanxian level was blatantly coming out of his body, smashing the impact. After the incoming Sky Eagle flew away, the Immortal Killing Sword fell down.

Poof - the Immortal Slayer Sword made a cold and sharp trajectory, cutting off the knight's right arm holding the three-pointed two-edged sword, and threw it dozens of feet away.

The knight's right arm was cut off, but his expression remained unchanged. His remaining left hand reached for his waist. A slingshot with golden light suddenly appeared in his hand. The knight suddenly lowered his head and bent over, using his teeth to pull the slingshot open. Let go, and a silver bullet condenses out, shooting directly at Yang Jian!