God Emperor

Latest website: The magma contains a trace of the pure extinguishing divine fire, which penetrates the holy energy barrier formed by Zhuang Xuankong and falls overwhelmingly.

Zhuang Xuankong saw the heat wave coming, and the speed of the holy energy in his body suddenly slowed down. In his heart, he was secretly shocked. He used the Yin-Yang chessboard to protect his body, used a ghost-like movement technique, and quickly retreated.

"Facing the flames and Yang Qi, Zhuang Xuankong is really at a loss."

Zhang Ruochen nodded and continued to mobilize the masculine energy in Xuan Fei to suppress the cold and cold energy in Zhuang Xuankong.

Immediately, he formed the sword technique with his fingers and performed a mountain and river sword technique.

"Cracking the mountain and splitting the ground." Shen Yuan's ancient sword seemed to turn into a heavy mountain in Zhang Ruochen's hands, suddenly rushing out and hitting Zhuang Xuankong's chest.

This is a ghost-level sword technique, but when used by Zhang Ruochen, it explodes with power comparable to a stunt.

The war sword flew out, making a deep "buzzing" sound, and around the sword body, shadows like the texture of mountains and rivers condensed, and pressed down suddenly.

Zhuang Xuankong was naturally not an easy person. He lowered his feet and held the Yin-Yang chessboard with one hand. The holy energy spurted out from his palm and poured in continuously.

"Boom!"

Shen Yuan's ancient sword struck the center of the Yin-Yang chessboard, knocking Zhuang Xuankong back ten steps in a row, leaving a series of half-foot-deep footprints on the ground.

Zhuang Xuankong shook his painful arms and his eyes became more gloomy.

A dignified sixth-level half-saint was defeated by a junior in the Fish-Dragon Realm. It was simply a shame and a great humiliation. Once word spread, his reputation would definitely be ruined.

"Walk."

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to continue fighting, so he landed on Xiao Hei's back and rushed into the darkness, preparing to leave this place.

"Where to escape?"

King Wanxiang and Zhuang Xuankong quickly chased after him from the left and right directions, knocking out the Thunder God Yue Shao and Yin Yang Chessboard respectively, and hit Zhang Ruochen in front.

The thunder god's ax hung in the air, emitting dense purple electric light, like a dragon and snake shuttling in the void. Then, a sharp sound of breaking wind broke out, and it quickly shot down on Zhang Ruochen's head.

The Yin and Yang chessboard exuded an icy cold air, and a black beam of light condensed at the center of the chessboard, cutting across to Zhang Ruochen below.

Zhang Ruochen was naturally under tremendous pressure. He felt as if there were dozens of mountains hanging above his head. Once they fell, they would crush him to pieces.

Even with the protection of Xiao Hei's holy energy, Li Min was still seriously injured by the power of the holy weapon. Blood continued to flow from his mouth and his face became increasingly pale.

"Sword Three."

Zhang Ruochen completely released the sword intent in his body, injected it into Shen Yuan's ancient sword, and struck the flying Thunder God Yue.

The Three of Swords represents the threefold power of heaven, earth, and man. As long as it is cultivated to the Great Perfection, the threefold power can be superimposed on each other to erupt with terrifying power that surpasses ordinary holy arts.

Even if Zhang Ruochen didn't practice the Three Swordsman to perfection, because of his kendo realm of integrating human and sword, the power of this move was even more powerful than some stunts. ?The penetrating power of the Three of Swords is extraordinary. It can break through the face. Even a holy weapon is difficult to resist.

"Bang."

The sword tip and the sharp edge collided together, and the two forces were evenly matched. After a slight stalemate, they flew backwards from each other.

Zhang Ruochen had the upper hand in terms of swordsmanship and combat skills, but after all, there was still a big gap between his cultivation level and King Wanxiang's. The fact that the two of them were able to compete on par had shocked many people.

Above the sky, the black beam of light flying out of the yin and yang chessboard was like an icy heavenly sword. It connected from the sky to the ground and cut across it, leaving a black groove more than ten meters deep.

Moreover, thick ice will condense around the black groove, freezing the earth.

Fortunately, Xiao Hei was extremely fast and was able to dodge the attacks of black light beams one after another. Otherwise, with Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, if he wanted to fight one against two and resist the attacks of Wanxiang King and Zhuang Xuankong at the same time, he would probably be defeated within ten moves.

The round and bright moon hung in the center of the sky, looking particularly quiet, in sharp contrast to the earth-shattering battles of the three powerful men on the ground.

A rather elegant middle-aged man stood on the top of a hill a hundred miles away.

He was carrying a simple blue long sword on his back. He had a slender figure and a pair of deep eyes. He looked at the battlefield in the distance and said, "When Zhang Ruochen fought with King Wanxiang, the sword move he used was Sword Three. Look at that sword. The power of the Dharma is probably about to reach the state of Dzogchen.”

This person's name is Jian Kongzi, and he is the top ten masters selected by Wan Zhaoyi from the Yuan Mansion Military Camp. He is many times more powerful than the Wanxiang King and the Northern Wolf King.

He is an extremely powerful sword cultivator, and his cultivation has reached the seventh-level semi-saint realm. He seems to be only about forty years old, but in fact, he has been practicing for nearly two hundred years.

For half-saints, two hundred years old is an important watershed.

Before the age of two hundred, a half-saint can rely on his powerful holy energy to support the vitality of his physical body, thereby slowing down the aging of his appearance and organs.

However, once they pass the age of two hundred, the Half-Saint will quickly become old in a very short period of time and return to the appearance that his age should have. His hair will turn gray overnight, his blood energy will decline, and his physical strength will decrease.

If you don't encounter shocking adventures, it will be almost impossible for you to make breakthroughs in your own cultivation. At most, you can only improve your fighting skills and understanding of the holy way.

In other words, once a Half-Saint reaches the age of two hundred, his or her lifetime achievements will almost be finalized.

When Jian Kongzi was young, he was also a prodigy who could compete with the Holy Body. Three years ago, he fought against the master of the Blood Dragon Palace and defeated him, pushing his reputation to the top and becoming a very important figure in the vast land of Yuan Mansion.

However, he knew very well that without a heaven-defying opportunity, he would not have been able to reach the holy realm in this life.

If you can't become a saint, what's the point of two hundred years of hard work?

In the Kunlun world, there are countless talented and beautiful people who failed to become saints before they were two hundred years old. Because their hearts were unbalanced and they thought God was teasing them, they eventually went astray. Even some people who are too obsessed with it become obsessed with it.

Now, there is an opportunity in front of Jian Kongzi. Wan Zhiyi has promised that as long as he can capture Zhang Ruochen, he will give him a Snow Blue Holy Pill.

As long as he takes the Snow Blue Holy Pill, Jian Kongzi will have full confidence to break through to the ninth-level semi-saint realm before he is two hundred years old. By then, he would be only one step away from the holy realm.

Originally, Jian Kongzi thought that with his cultivation level, he would be able to deal with a fish-dragon realm monk easily. How much force does it take for an elephant to crush an ant to death?

After actually meeting Zhang Ruochen, Jian Kongzi felt a little troubled.

"This kid is really terrifying. He is only at the Fish-Dragon Realm, but he can fight with King Wanxiang and Zhuang Xuankong. I really don't know how powerful he will be when he breaks through to the Semi-Saint Realm." Feng Qin said.

Fengqin is a big man with a body of three meters tall. His arms are thicker than a normal person's waist. He wears seven or eight pieces of iron armor all over his body, distributed on his arms, legs, waist, abdomen, and heart.

In addition to the armor, there are dense red muscles, like a powerful brute god.

"If this boy wasn't powerful, how could he be so frightened that the Queen personally ordered his capture?"

Jian Kongzi glanced at Feng Qin, and then said: "The Yulong Realm has cultivated Jian San to such an extent. Even the former Sword Emperor may not be so amazing."

Jian Kongzi lamented endlessly. He was once known as a swordsman wizard, but unfortunately, when he was in the Fish and Dragon Realm, he could not even practice Sword One to the Great Perfection.

Compared with Zhang Ruochen, his previous swordsmanship qualifications were nothing compared to shit.

"However, he has not yet broken through to the semi-saint realm. Even if he can make waves, I can suppress him." Jian Kongzi said confidently.

As long as you are a sword cultivator, you are naturally full of confidence in your own strength.

Zhang Ruochen's sword three shocked the monks from other forces, and a large gasp of cold air could be heard in the night sky.

Many people were discussing secretly and agreed, "It is not unreasonable for the Queen to order Zhang Ruochen to be captured. If Zhang Ruochen grows up, he may really threaten the Queen's rule."

Xiao Hei's speed was comparable to that of Zhang Ruochen who was using the Luan Feng Divine Seal. He was naturally a lot faster than King Wanxiang and Zhuang Xuankong, and he quickly left them far away.

Zhang Ruochen's spirit was still tense and did not relax. Suddenly, he raised his head and looked forward. He saw a tower-like man standing on top of a black giant scorpion, blocking the front.

The big man's body is very strong, much taller than ordinary humans. However, the black giant scorpion under him was even bigger. Just a pair of pliers were six or seven meters long and looked extremely sharp.

There are hundreds of blood-red inscriptions distributed on the surface of the giant scorpion's body. When it lies on the ground, it presses down the ground within a hundred feet of it.

"The giant scorpion king, the wind bird."

When Li Min saw the big man standing in front of him, he suddenly felt desperate.

Just the Wanxiang King and Zhuang Xuankong chased them until they had no choice but to run for their lives. With the fierce man Feng Qin, did they still have hope of escaping?

"call."

The wind bird stood on top of the giant scorpion, opened his mouth and inhaled. In an instant, all the air within a hundred miles was sucked into his belly.

His belly stretched outwards and turned into a huge ball.

Even with the naked eye, one can see that there is a white brilliance emanating from the inside of the wind bird's belly, containing a terrifying energy.

Immediately afterwards, the wind bird opened its mouth and spat out, and thousands of wind blades spurted out from its belly, making a fierce sound.

Some of the wind blades condensed into human and animal shapes.

Any humanoid or animal-shaped wind blade has the power to kill low-level semi-saints.

Dozens of human-shaped wind blades and animal-shaped wind blades are mixed among the hurricanes. One can imagine how terrifying the power of the explosion is.

(One chapter first, one more to come.) (To be continued.)