If there is only one color left in the world, the world must be incomplete.


    But at this moment, when this strange, mirror like world was filled with brilliant gold, even Yang Xuan was in a hurry for a moment.


    The golden moon appears and breaks. The huge ice edge broke through the air, but turned into little snowflakes. Even the red lotus, which can burn everything, is eclipsed and disappeared under the golden light.


    Xuanyuan''s sword has surpassed Kendo and all the attack means in the world, and has become a necessity.


    Sword out, all surrender.


    Hiss, hiss, hiss!


    The golden light was shining through her body, and her clothes were flying. Mo Lingyun looked blankly at the body in front of her. Her eyes were full of puzzlement.


    Instead, Yang Xuan was smiling and smiling.


    "That''s what I want," he smiled and pointed out.


    Yin and yang are in turmoil, and life and death are doomed.


    White life and black death occupied the whole sky in an instant, dividing the sky into two halves and the golden brilliance into two halves.


    The whole world is filled with a strange voice, such as the whispering of lovers and the growth of all things.


    Mo Lingyun vaguely saw flowers blooming, grass growing, birds chirping and springs gurgling, but only a second later, everything changed.


    Everything withers and dies.


    Mo Lingyun was trembling and suddenly felt that he might as well die like this.


    The golden light finally dissipated in the withered things, leaving only one person and one sword between heaven and earth.


    Golden sword.


    The scholar looked at the golden sword in his hand and Yang Xuan. For the first time, his eyes showed a touch of surprise and appreciation.


    "You''re good. In terms of accomplishments, you''re not far from the emperor of that year." the scholar put away his long sword and said faintly.


    Yang Xuan''s body had a faint radiance. His body, which had been pierced into holes by golden light, recovered in just a few seconds.


    "If you step back now, I can not pursue." the scholar is still expressionless and his voice has no ups and downs, like a robot without any feelings.


    Yang Xuan smiled and didn''t speak, but slowly stretched out his hand.


    Five fingers form a hook, as if to pick up something. The action is very gentle.


    The next moment, wind and clouds.


    The sky suddenly turned black. It seemed that something directly shrouded the sky, and inexplicable breath began to gather around.


    The scholar looked up at the sky. The golden Xuanyuan sword appeared in his hand again.


    "If the emperor holds a sword, I''m naturally defeated, but you''re just a wisp of distraction. Even if you have Xuanyuan, it''s difficult to give full play to its power." Yang Xuan held his fingers falsely and said faintly: "your strength is not as good as that guy. You''d better give it to me if you hold an artifact and a monstrous thing."


    As soon as the voice fell, the sky cracked.


    A huge black palm protruded from the huge crack and grabbed it directly at the scholar without any pause and hesitation.


    Facing this huge hand, the scholar''s calm face seemed a little surprised, but the next moment, he resolutely raised the golden sword in his hand.


    At the moment when the golden sword was raised, a golden river suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, zigzagging and folding like a golden dragon across the void.


    The dragon, who had been watching the battle nearby, uttered a shocking dragon chant. His body moved. Suddenly, he leaned out of the clouds, intertwined with the Golden Dragon formed by the sword, and then swallowed it up with Yang Xuan.


    The Golden River merged into the sea, and the towering waves began to drown the world. Under the golden waves, the hand of God transformed by Yang Xuan''s meaning seemed very small.


    But Yang Xuan smiled.


    "It turns out that your strength is almost exhausted. You need the power of the dragon to display some of the power of Xuanyuan sword. Unfortunately, it''s not enough." he said faintly, and then his fingers suddenly shook up.


    Boom!


    The Golden Ocean burst in an instant. When the five fingers supporting heaven and earth closed to the center, the nine winding golden river that originally crossed heaven and earth burst open in an instant, becoming a little golden light and filled the void.


    The Dragon uttered a dragon chant that shook the sky. Its body shape shrunk rapidly. With only a few breaths, it shrunk to the size of a long sword.


    The scholar''s face was very pale. There was a trace of golden blood flowing down his mouth. The golden Xuanyuan sword flew out and flew straight towards Yang Xuan.


    The long sword Feiling was grasped by Yang Xuan.


    But the next moment, the bright golden light like the sun bloomed in his hands.


    Yang Xuan uttered a dull hum, his arm led his body, and sent out a violent trembling. A mountain roaring and tsunami like force rushed out of the long sword and instantly entered his body.


    With only one breath, Yang Xuan''s body had cracks, and golden brilliance bloomed from the cracks, which seemed to break him apart.


    "Oh, my temper is quite strong." Yang Xuan seemed to feel nothing strange about his body. His eyes were calm, but his fingers were tighter: "but since you have reached my hand, how can I allow you to be presumptuous?"


    As soon as the voice fell, a lot of black gas suddenly appeared on his arm, like black python, which wrapped Yang Xuan''s arm like a dragon.


    "Surrender, or death." Yang Xuan said coldly in the black air.


    The golden light was more intense, and Yang Xuan seemed to turn into a sun and spread thousands of rays of light to the world.


    But if you observe carefully, you will find that between the hundreds of millions of golden lights, there is a trace of black gas beginning to diffuse, receiving and paying the lost rivers and mountains inch by inch.


    The scholar stood still and looked at what was happening in front of him.


    Mo Lingyun''s eyes are dull. His eyes are constantly changing between scholar and Yang Xuan. I don''t know what he''s thinking.


    The dragon, which has shrunk into a snake, never left, and kept spinning in the sky.


    Time is so strangely still, as if to go straight to the end of the world.


    I don''t know how long it took, the scholar suddenly sighed.


    After sighing, the golden light began to dissipate, revealing Yang Xuan with a long golden sword and a riddled body.


    Yang Xuan smiled, his body moved slightly, and the long golden sword in his hand shone a little golden light, drawing a strange array in the air.


    "I see. It''s the sword of the emperor. It''s the secret of Penglai." he said faintly.


    The scholar came to Yang Xuan. His body began to empty. When he came to Yang Xuan, it was about to become transparent.


    "Treat it well." the scholar said. After talking, he directly turned into a faint white light and threw it into the Xuanyuan sword in Yang Xuan''s hand. It disappeared without a trace.


    He didn''t know where he came from or who he came from. Only by relying on the power of Xuanyuan and the power of the divine dragon did he persist until now. Now Xuanyuan recognizes the Lord, he will no longer have the power to appear in the outside world. Only by investing in Xuanyuan can he retain the last divine consciousness.


    The snake like dragon threw himself into his body and contributed his strength without Yang Xuan''s greeting.


    From Yang Xuan''s breath, it has long smelled the smell of the same kind.


    After the Dragon entered the body, Yang Xuan took a deep breath and suddenly waved his long sword forward.


    Hiss!


    A huge golden light pierced the void and tore it out of an invisible gap.


    The mirror surface receded like a tide, and disappeared in just a few breaths.


    The sea breeze was blowing. Yang Xuan, standing over the island, looked at Mo Lingyun, who was still in a daze, and said faintly, "where are you going?"