God Emperor

Latest website: The Qingtian Bow and White Sun Arrow are the clan-suppressing weapons of the Qingtian tribe. The stronger the monk's cultivation, the greater the power they can unleash.

At least, with Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, he still cannot exert their ultimate power.

After the daytime arrow flew back, Zhang Ruochen immediately shot a second arrow, still at sixty times the speed of sound.

"Bang bang."

Shoot eight arrows in a row to kill eight Rakshasa marquises.

There are more than two hundred Rakshasa marquises in total, besieging the saints in the Sword Hell Realm.

Further away, there are powerful auras of the holy way, using spiritual power to mobilize the aura of heaven and earth, displaying holy methods, and constantly falling into the camp of the saints entering the sword hell world.

Those saints in the Sword Prison Realm were already in despair, thinking that their entire army would be annihilated today, but they did not expect that there would be archery masters hiding in the dark to help them kill the enemy. Suddenly, new hope arose in their hearts, and they continued to resist desperately.

Among the saints of the Rakshasa tribe, there are two third-class marquises. One of them has a lion face, long silver hair, and a strong body, like a silver-haired lion.

Seeing that eight marquises were shot dead in a row, the silver-haired lion roared angrily and said, "Niyue, kill the archer hiding in the dark first."

A moment later, a thundercloud with a diameter of five hundred miles formed above Zhang Ruochen's head. Electric dragons shuttled through the clouds, and then struck at the top of Zhang Ruochen's head.

"What a powerful saint with thunder and lightning spiritual power. He is actually able to perform the holy method of transforming thunder and lightning into a dragon."

Zhang Ruochen himself is a spiritual saint of the thunder and lightning system. Therefore, he is very aware of how terrifying the method of "lightning into a dragon" is. Therefore, he did not fight head-on with the electric dragon falling from the sky.

The moment the electric dragon fell, Zhang Ruochen performed a great spatial movement and disappeared from the spot.

"Boom."

A dozen electric dragons struck the ground in a row. In an instant, the land with a radius of five hundred miles turned into scorched earth, covered in thick smoke, and all life breath disappeared.

An attack of this level is comparable to the all-powerful strike of the Holy Saint.

a long distance away.

In a field covered with purple grass, a tall purple-haired Rakshasa girl stood. She is Niyue, the third-class Marquis of the Rakshasa tribe. Her mental strength has reached the fifty-fourth level.

Not far from the Third Marquis of Niyue, there were dozens of Rakshasa girls, all of them extremely beautiful, and each of them held a holy staff in their hands.

One of them, a Rakshasa woman who looked to be in her thirties, said: "The breath of the archer has disappeared and he should be dead."

"not good……"

The expression of the Third Marquis of Niyue changed.

Her mental power was strong, and she felt a weak space fluctuation. She quickly waved her holy staff and shot out an electric dragon, hitting the top of the head of the Rakshasa girl who just spoke.

"Wow"

Zhang Ruochen wore the Ten Saint Blood Armor, carried a bow and arrow on his back, and held the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword in his hand. Like a blood-red god of death, he walked out of the circles of space ripples, slashed through with a sword, and faced the thick electric dragon. Collide together.

There was a boom.

The electric dragon shattered and turned into more than a hundred thunder and lightning, filling the space.

The Rakshasa girl who was closest could not withstand the impact of such a powerful force. Her body was scorched black by lightning. Although she was still standing on the ground, she had turned into black coal like a tree stump.

Zhang Ruochen crushed the piece of black coal with his foot and slashed at the other Rakshasa girl with his sword.

"No, this person's cultivation level is quite strong. Let's all take action together and go all out to kill him." The Third Marquis of Niyue shouted sweetly.

The Rakshasa women gathered here are all spiritual saints and marquises of the Rakshasa tribe. Naturally, all of them have considerable strength.

However, spiritual saints are not good at close combat. Once they are approached by a top martial arts master like Zhang Ruochen, they will only be massacred.

Zhang Ruochen used his fastest movement technique and turned into dozens of afterimages.

After a breath, those afterimages overlapped again and condensed into Zhang Ruochen's body.

"Bang bang."

The dozens of Rakshasa women present all fell to the ground, some had their sacred hearts pierced, and some had their bodies exploded open.

Saints with spiritual power only have a sacred heart and no sacred source.

The Sacred Heart is the source of power and life for spiritual saints.

At this moment, only the third-class Marquis Niyue was still alive. However, there was a faint trace of blood on her charming and coquettish face.

"You can actually block my sword without dying. He is worthy of being a fifty-fourth-level lightning spiritual saint. His strength is already comparable to that of a martial arts saint in the middle stage of the Holy Saint." Zhang Ruochen said.

Niyue looked at the death-like human man standing opposite, with a look of horror in her eyes.

"The wind and thunder are moving swiftly."

Niyue released all her mental power and used a lightning escape method to escape from this place as quickly as possible.

"Wow."

Her body turned into a bolt of lightning and disappeared.

"Can't leave."

Zhang Ruochen's speed was even faster. He caught up to the thunderbolt in mid-air and appeared beside the thunderbolt. He slashed at it with a sword, and immediately, a lot of blood spattered out.

next moment……

The thunder and lightning disappeared, and the body of the Third Marquis of Niyue was cut in half and fell towards the ground.

Zhang Ruochen waved his arm and mobilized his mental power to shoot out two thunderbolts, which hit her corpse, splitting the two pieces into a charred black state.

However, Zhang Ruochen still underestimated the power of the fifty-fourth-level spiritual saint. He saw a powerful holy soul rushing out from the head of the third-class Marquis Niyue.

The holy soul let out a sweet cry: "I am a third-class marquis, how could you beat me to pieces so easily?"

That holy soul, in an instant, absorbed all the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a thousand miles radius, and condensed it into an extremely huge thunder and lightning field.

This area of ​​the world was completely covered by thunder and lightning, and there were probably hundreds of thousands of flashing lights.

All those electric lights rushed towards Zhang Ruochen.

"The holy soul of a fifty-fourth-level spiritual saint is so powerful."

Zhang Ruochen stood in the thunder and lightning field, slightly surprised, but without fear, he grabbed Shen Yuan's ancient sword and raised it above his head.

Immediately, ten thousand inscriptions appeared on the sword body.

The terrifying sword energy turned into a beam of light, rushing from the ground to the sky.

Then, Zhang Ruochen slashed with his sword, tearing apart Niyue's lightning field and beating her holy soul to ashes.

"Boom."

Under the impact of the sword energy, a long sword path opened on the ground, like a canyon with no end in sight. The canyon was filled with sharp sword energy.

Those sword energies may last for several years and will not completely dissipate.

If the sword intention is immortal, the sword energy will not dissipate.

Zhang Ruochen's will to swordsmanship is so powerful.

This is Zhang Ruochen's current strength. With one strike of his sword, he can create a forbidden area. At least, monks below half-saint level will never dare to step into that sword energy canyon within three years.

Zhang Ruochen looked at the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword in his hand and said, "If you activate the semi-perfect power, you can kill a strong man at the mid-sage level. If you activate the perfect power, how powerful can it be?"

Obviously, a third-class marquis did not allow Zhang Ruochen to test the strongest power of Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

After collecting a wisp of the holy souls of those Rakshasa girls, Zhang Ruochen once again summoned the Holy Flower.

For the Holy Flower, the corpses of these Rakshasa girls and the remnants of their souls scattered in the air are the best nutrients. After absorbing the corpses and remnant souls of dozens of spiritual saints, who knows how far the Holy-Eating Flower will grow?

Zhang Ruochen released his mental power and explored the battlefield thousands of miles away, and found that there were only more than seventy saints left in the Sword Hell Realm.

In order to cover the escape of other saints, some of the saints from the Hell Sword Realm even began to self-destruct their holy sources and carry out suicide attacks.

"Kill! It's best to kill more brutally."

Zhang Ruochen heard Su Qingling say that in the Sword Prison world, they like to stab people in the back. In order to win the battle of merit, they will use any means.

There is nothing wrong with this, after all, they are also doing it for their mother world.

Zhang Ruochen has thought very clearly that in order for Guanghan Realm to win the first place in the Saint Merit Battle, he must do whatever it takes.

Sometimes, only by being ruthless can you achieve great things.

Now, the responsibility that Zhang Ruochen carries is too heavy. It involves the lives of hundreds of millions of living beings in a big world. In order for them to live, sometimes, even if they kill 10 million innocent living beings, they have to do it.

Even though Zhang Ruochen had no feelings for the creatures in Guanghan Realm and was too lazy to save them, their lives were now tied to Zhang Ruochen. What if the Guanghan World turns into a battlefield in the future, watching each living person turn into a dead person, watching a vibrant world become dry, watching dead bodies and bones on the ground, watching old people and children in a pool of blood cry.

At that time, Zhang Ruochen was afraid that he would regret that he might have saved them but didn't try his best.

Now, Zhang Ruochen will not jump out and go all out to help the Sword Hell Realm to help the Sword Hell Realm fight against the Rakshasa Saints. Instead, he will take out the Blue Sky Bow and White Sun Arrow and continue to attack from a distance.

Doing so can not only weaken the Rakshasa clan, but also give hope to the saints of the Sword Hell Realm, allowing them to fight harder against the Rakshasa clan saints.

Previously, the battle process in which Zhang Ruochen killed dozens of Rakshasa girls was also observed by monks from the Heavenly Court Realm, Kunlun Realm, Guanghan Realm, and Sword Prison Realm.

After all, there are hundreds of saints fighting in the Sword Hell Realm and the Rakshasa Clan, and it is difficult to avoid being noticed.

Many monks pay close attention to the battlefield through the battlefield mirror.

"Another powerful figure appeared. Wearing the blood armor of the Ten Saints, he killed dozens of spiritual saints from the Rakshasa tribe in an instant. Even a third-class marquis was killed with a sword."

"Continue to follow and observe and find out his identity."

In the Kunlun Realm, a monk recognized Zhang Ruochen and said, "I noticed him before. He is driving the Nine Dragon Chariot. He must be Zhang Ruochen. Unfortunately, Zhang Ruochen has left the Kunlun Realm and joined the Guanghan Realm."

"On the battlefield of merit, the Sword Prison Realm and the Zifu Realm have been targeting the Kunlun Realm and killed many saints from the Kunlun Realm. How can Zhang Ruochen help them? All the saints from the Sword Prison Realm should be killed. Killed by the Cha clan."

"Zhang Ruochen's hatred for the Kunlun Realm is too strong. It seems that he will not help the Kunlun Realm on the battlefield of merit."

The monks in the Sword Prison Realm all became excited and said: "This person's strength is actually so powerful. With his help, the Six-Armed Holy Saint and the True Saint Xue Ji may not necessarily be able to compete with the Saints of the Rakshasa Tribe." Escape from the siege."

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(Today’s update is a little late, there is another chapter tonight.)