Fantasy: I can transform into a mythical character

The darkness on the Gate seemed to grow thicker, and an unknown language emanated from the sky.

This language seemed to mobilize the deepest source power, and a pitch-black thunder light condensed outside the Heavenly Gate.

In an instant, this thunderbolt fell.

A pitch-black light fell in the darkness, containing the power of destruction that made the soul tremble.

The vast energy swept out, and the space completely froze at this moment.

The wind is unremitting, and the water does not flow.

Everyone seemed to be frozen, and only this pitch-black thunder light remained in their eyes.

Rumble!

There was a loud bang, which was heard far away in the darkness, and everything trembled, and I saw the withered willow raise a willow thread and draw it towards the black thunder light.

The aftermath erupted in mid-air, and everyone present only felt that a catastrophe was coming, and subconsciously covered their heads.

In the distance, mountain after mountain exploded, spreading to infinity.

Of the people present, only three people were unaffected.

To be precise, it should be two people and one tree, and the people are naturally Mo Yu on the high slope in the distance and the old village chief in a wheelchair.

The tree was a half-withered willow tree.

But after this thunder, the willow tree, which had originally recovered a little vitality, was full of dimness, and the golden glow lingering on the branches of the tree was scattered, as if the pitch-black thunder group just now was extremely restrained by him.

As soon as the thunder dispersed, the darkness above the gate of heaven was condensed, and everyone felt the power of the world again.

A dark thunderbolt formed that was even more violent than before, and it was about to fall again.

The darkness on the gate of heaven made up its mind to chop this withered willow to death.

The light of the willow tree dimmed, and in the face of the more violent dark thunder, it was powerless to raise the willow silk.

Seeing this, the villagers were extremely worried, and subconsciously clenched the weapons in their hands, wanting to help, but they didn't know what they could do.

The old village chief in the wheelchair stared at this time, he had lost his limbs and was in the most crippled state.

But with his gaze, an invisible sword intent appeared in the air, this sword intent was pure to the extreme, appearing out of thin air, slender like a silk thread that could cut space.

And the old man himself was shrouded in sword intent, like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

With a bang, black thunder fell from the sky.

This time, the mountains and rivers collapsed, the rivers flowed backwards, and the rules were distorted within a radius of 100,000 miles.

Everything is decaying and going to ruin.

The willow tree swayed in the wind, showing loneliness and helplessness, but he still raised the willow silk and swept away the dark thunder without giving an inch.

Rather bend than bend!

But at this moment, he was too weak, so weak that this black thunder could never resist on his own.

At the last moment, a sword light slashed through the sky.

The fiber of this sword is extremely thin, and it is also extremely powerful, and the darkness is cut off by this sword light.

Under one sword, all laws are broken.

The sword light swirled, and the dark thunder that fell towards the sky swirled, and in the incredible gaze of the villagers, the thunder was directly extinguished.

Not even a trace of terrifying dark energy overflowed, and there was no aftermath of the explosion.

Everything happened quietly, but it showed its kendo cultivation.

Some villagers were overjoyed and exclaimed: "The village chief has good swordsmanship." "

The old man was silent, his face was a little solemn, he shook his head and said, "It's not the old man." "

He wanted to make a move, but the sword intent he condensed had not yet been released.

And compared to these villagers, he could perceive the extraordinaryness in that sword qi even more, the kind of sword qi that was condensed to the extreme, and the forest that cut through all things, he was too familiar with it.

It was precisely because of this that his heart was even more shocked.

From the ancient times to the present, there is another person besides himself who has cultivated kendo to this extent?

He was shocked, his eyes looking ahead.

The villagers were stunned when they heard this, wasn't the village chief making a move?

Who's that?

Puzzled, they followed the old village chief's gaze.

I saw a figure appear in the darkness at some point, standing not far from the willow tree, looking at the patron saint of their village with great interest.

As if sensing their gaze, the figure turned around, only to see that he was wearing a cyan robe, standing there, perfectly blending in with his surroundings.

If you don't pay attention, even if you see it, you will subconsciously ignore it.

The villagers present gasped one after another, when did this Taoist appear, and none of them noticed it.

Is he friend or foe?

Why come?

The villagers subconsciously clenched the weapons in their hands, nervous in their hearts.

This figure was Mo Yu, who ignored the villagers present and looked at the old man in a wheelchair.

It was as if two peerless swords clashed, and the space was about to be torn apart.

The villagers snorted in unison, only to feel that countless small sharp swords were stabbing at them, and their whole bodies hurt.

Fortunately, the eyes of the two of them closed at the touch of a button, and the space quickly returned to normal.

"Good sword intent, I don't know what to call it. Mo Yu asked with a smile.

After a brief temptation, he knew that this old man was extraordinary.

Although his whole body is disabled, he himself is like a peerless sword out of the sheath, once unsheathed, the power is incomparable.

Coupled with the divine fire in this old man's body, it is very likely that he is a very famous big man in the ancient era.

However, in a short period of temptation, he also determined the strength level of the old man.

is comparable to his current self, all at the peak of the Supreme Realm, and have not reached the True Immortal Realm.

That's where it gets interesting.

After all, although this old man was crippled, his own strength had not weakened too much, and it was not like the Nine Hell Dragons and the Plague Monarch, who had been consumed by the formation in the mausoleum for 200,000 years, and his divine soul was extremely weak.

But the old man still doesn't have the strength of a true immortal.

The feeling to Mo Yu was that the old man's strength was limited by an unknown rule, and he could only have the power below the true immortal.

"There is only a crippled old man left and right, my name has long been forgotten, and you can call me an old man with a crippled sword. "

The old man in the wheelchair said calmly, and then he looked at Mo Yu seriously and asked, "I don't know what to call you, why are you here?"

His tone towards Mo Yu was calm, as if he was arguing with his peers.

The villagers were all shocked.

They had rarely seen the village chief so harmonious, let alone seen the village chief so polite to others.

For as long as they can remember, the village chief has been the head of the village.

Not only them, but their fathers, grandfathers, and even their ancestors were there, and the village chief was the village chief.

No one knows how long the village chief lived, let alone where he came from.

I only know that the village chief's swordsmanship is superb, and no one can stop his sword, they have never seen it, and they have never heard of it.

Mo Yu chuckled and said: "Jinxia Cave of Yuquan Mountain, a real person from Yuding, came from the Yuxu Palace, and came here to save the common people. "

"What!" the old man's gaze froze, as if remembering something terrible.

His face was solemn and said, "You are a god from outside the realm?"

At this moment, Mo Yu felt that infinite sword intent appeared around him, as long as he dared to take a reckless step, there would be ten thousand swords in unison.