God Emperor

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The demon mink screamed miserably, and its body flew backwards, just in time to collide with the crack in space.

Silently, the huge body split into two halves.

Gradually, the two halves of the bloody body shrank and turned into human-shaped shredded corpses.

A domain king of the Ministry of War fell on the gladiatorial stage, leaving only a head and a pair of combat boots.

Everyone took a breath of cold air and stared at Zhang Ruochen standing above in shock. Is he really just a first-order semi-saint?

"His strength is so powerful." Wang Jie's expression became quite gloomy.

"You're still this strong without using the Qianwen Destruction Power?"

Wan Zhiyi's brows furrowed, and he was a little surprised. After all, with his talent and opportunity, when he was a first-order semi-saint, he was much worse than Zhang Ruochen now.

If one day he breaks through to the Holy Realm, Zhang Ruochen's popularity will surely surpass all the heroes in the world.

But, will Zhang Ruochen ever have that day?

"Wow——"

Wang Pu's holy soul flew out from between his eyebrows and rushed out of the arena.

However, Zhang Ruochen took the first step and used the Ruyi Treasure Vase to put the holy soul into the bottle.

Below, Feng Qin roared, "Zhang Ruochen, you are too ruthless. Not only did you kill the Diao Demon King, but you even didn't let go of his holy soul?"

Zhang Ruochen held the wish-fulfilling vase in his hand and said calmly: "I have said before that if anyone steps on the arena today, it will be a dead end. You'd better think clearly before getting on."

"If you die in my hands, I will definitely send your holy soul to the Heavenly Prison of Annihilation, where you will suffer one hundred and eight kinds of torture and will never be reincarnated." Feng Qin's eyes surged. After getting dense bloodshot eyes, he had to board the arena to duel with Zhang Ruochen.

Wan Zhiyi reminded him and said: "Zhang Ruochen's power is equivalent to that of a monk in the early stage of a sixth-order semi-saint, but he can mobilize the power of space, change directions, tear apart space..., etc., etc., A method that makes people hard to guard against.”

"When fighting him, it's best to be careful and pay attention to the space fluctuations around you. Don't capsize in the gutter like Wang Pu did."

"clear."

Feng Qiao responded, then signed a life and death contract, stepped on the ground, and rushed to the arena.

This time, no one competed with Fengqiao.

After all, everyone clearly saw that Zhang Ruochen was definitely a ruthless character in the battle just now, and not everyone could control him.

Feng Qiao's body emitted a powerful crimson holy light, like a cloud of flames, flying down above Zhang Ruochen's head.

Immediately afterwards, a red fist mark suddenly hit Zhang Ruochen's head.

The boxing technique used by Fengqin is called the Hundred Fighting Bull Demon Fist. It has a hundred moves in total. It is an extremely domineering stunt, and it is only a step away from the holy technique.

"Jade King God of War."

A punch was punched out, making an ear-splitting sound.

Fortunately, there are soundproof formations on all four sides of the arena. Otherwise, just the sound of the punch could shatter the eardrums of the monks from the Ancient Suppression Clan.

You know, Wang Pu had just broken through to the sixth level of Half-Saint, and he was already a very difficult character to deal with. Zhang Ruochen was forced to use a space rift to kill him.

Feng Qin is even more powerful, reaching the peak of the sixth-level semi-saint.

At the same level as the sixth-level semi-saint, Feng Qin only needed ten moves at most to defeat Wang Pu.

Naturally, Zhang Ruochen did not dare to underestimate the enemy, so he summoned the ancient Shen Yuan sword, mobilized the holy energy and sword intent, and made the ancient sword of Shen Yuan emit a black brilliance several feet long, and swung it upward.

Unable to use Qianwen's destructive power, it is obvious that Zhang Ruochen can exert his most powerful combat power by using the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword.

"Wow!"

A sword light flew out.

It seems to be a simple sword, but it incorporates some of the secrets of Sword Three, using an exquisite angle to dissolve Feng Qin's fist power.

Feng Qin is a king of hundreds of battles. Every move is smooth and flowing, opening and closing, and he immediately gathers his whole body's strength to deliver a second punch.

"Hui Ma is in troubled times."

Dozens of black demonic cow shadows appeared around the red fist, attacking Zhang Ruochen again.

The tyrannical punch enveloped the entire arena and Zhang Ruochen was not allowed to escape at all.

Obviously, Feng Qiao was suppressing Zhang Ruochen with speed and strength, making it impossible for Zhang Ruochen to exert his space power.

Zhang Ruochen blocked the sword with his horizontal sword, and thousands of dense sword energy flew out from the sword body, condensing into a semicircular sword formation.

With a "bang" sound, the fist seal shattered the sword formation, sending Zhang Ruochen flying backwards.

Zhang Ruochen had already released the space domain, so he quickly neutralized the fist power.

However, before he could fall back to the ground, Feng Qiao's third punch had already struck in front of him, bombarding him like a red meteorite.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen's face was also reflected in red.

"Five Elements Dharma." Zhang Ruochen's body emitted five-color brilliance, shattering all the phantoms of the demonic cows around him.

At the same time, the sword flashed.

The tip of Shen Yuan's ancient sword collided with Feng Qin's fist, making a loud noise, like two steel magic mountains colliding.

On Feng Qiao's hands, he wears a pair of gloves of the holy weapon level. Even if it collided with Shen Yuan's ancient sword, he was not injured.

However, that glove was cracked with cracks and was considered scrapped.

"Even a thousand-marked sacred weapon cannot be so sharp."

Feng Qin stared at the ancient Shen Yuan sword in Zhang Ruochen's hand, with a taboo look in his eyes, not daring to touch the sword again.

A sword that could not be blocked by a holy weapon, and a half-saint's body was even more unable to block it.

After a head-on collision with the wind bird, Zhang Ruochen actually didn't have a good time either. He flew out directly and hit the formation light wall at the edge of the gladiatorial platform with a bang, denting the light wall slightly.

Falling to the ground again, a stream of blood flowed from Zhang Ruochen's right arm, flowing along the fingers and into the sword body.

In the confrontation just now, Zhang Ruochen had a strong physique, so he survived with only minor injuries.

If it were another first-level half-saint, who had received Feng Qiao's punch, he would have been wiped out.

"Wow."

Shen Yuan's ancient sword absorbed Zhang Ruochen's blood into the sword body, and unexpectedly, it emitted circles of faint red brilliance.

This is……

Zhang Ruochen also noticed the changes in Shen Yuan's ancient sword and was overjoyed. This was a sign that Shen Yuan's ancient sword was about to be promoted to a thousand-marked sacred weapon.

Once promoted, the sword spirit of Shen Yuan's ancient sword will awaken.

Not only will the sword be sharper, but the sword spirit can also assist Zhang Ruochen, making Zhang Ruochen's sword moves more perfect and more powerful.

What's more, in the previous life, the sword spirit of Shen Yuan's ancient sword was Zhang Ruochen's best friend.

Now that the sword spirit is about to awaken, why would Zhang Ruochen be unhappy? ?Zhang Ruochen rolled up his sleeves, rolled up all four of Wang Pu's hundred-pattern sacred weapon-level blood blades, and flew towards Shen Yuan's ancient sword.

Shen Yuan's ancient sword has spirituality, and he immediately began to refine the four blood blades. He also wanted to reach the level of the Thousand Pattern Sacred Artifact as soon as possible to help Zhang Ruochen cope with the upcoming battle.

"It can actually refine other holy weapons." Feng Qin stared at Shen Yuan's ancient sword and felt even more surprised. ?The black holy sword in Zhang Ruochen's hand can destroy a hundred-marked holy weapon with one strike, which is already very weird.

It can be said to be the nemesis of all holy weapons.

If so, wouldn't it become sharper if it were allowed to refine four bloody blades?

"Break the killing order." Feng Qin took out an iron order and poured the holy energy into it.

The killing order turned into a huge black monument more than ten feet high, exuding a domineering aura of the Holy Emperor, and bombarded Zhang Ruochen at the edge of the arena.

"Collect it from me."

Zhang Ruochen knocked out the Ruyi Aquarius, hoping to use the power of the aquarium to collect the killing order.

However, the killing order was very overbearing, and a mark of the Queen appeared, directly knocking the Ruyi Aquarius away.

Although Ruyi Baoping failed to collect the Killing Order, Zhang Ruochen took this opportunity to activate the Luanfeng Divine Seal to rush out and avoid the Killing Order's attack.

"Boom."

The power of the killing order hit the edge of the fighting platform, causing the suspended fighting platform to shake suddenly, as if it was about to fall to the ground.

Zhang Ruochen's speed is very fast, surpassing that of a seventh-level half-saint.

However, Feng Qin, who has mastered the rules of the wind path, is also extremely fast. It can be said that he is on par with Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen had just rushed out, but Feng Qiao had already calculated the trajectory of Zhang Ruochen's dodge in advance, and fired the second blow, preparing to strike first.

"Every one of the kings of the Ministry of War is a person who has experienced hundreds of battles. They have gone through many life and death tests. They are really difficult to deal with." Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.

The power of the killing order shrouded the entire arena, and Zhang Ruochen could not avoid it at all.

The scope of the arena is too small, which is quite disadvantageous for Zhang Ruochen.

Forced as a last resort, Zhang Ruochen had no choice but to steady his body, his hands emitted five-color brilliance, and at the same time he pressed forward and had a head-on collision with the Killing Order.

"Bang!"

Zhang Ruochen flew out again and hit the formation light curtain at the edge of the arena.

This time, the impact was even more violent. The spine on his back seemed to be broken, and his whole body became numb, as if it didn't belong to him.

"puff."

Zhang Ruochen fell back to the arena, and just when he stood up, he spat out a mouthful of blood. Gradually, a sharp pain surged from all parts of the body.

His vision was dark, and he was shaky, as if he was about to fall to the ground.

Seeing this scene, a large cheer sounded from below the arena.

"I thought Zhang Ruochen could hold on for as long as he could only block a few moves in front of Feng Qiao."

"This lackey of the undead vampire clan is finally going to be killed. It's really satisfying. Haha."

"Kill Zhang Ruochen and cut him into pieces."

"If you want to sneak into the ancient Zhenyu clan and secretly do things for the immortal vampire clan, you should end up like this." Wang Jie narrowed his eyes and smiled, and then looked in the direction of Shi Ren.

Shi Ren's fists were clenched together and he wanted to rush to the arena, but he was stopped by a group of elders from the Shi family.

Li Min bit her lip tightly with her teeth, and her clear eyes were filled with tears. She couldn't bear to watch Zhang Ruochen die on the arena.

Because she firmly believed that Zhang Ruochen could never be a bad person, let alone collude with the undead vampire clan. He should have risen strongly and become the most eye-catching great saint, and it should not have ended like this. (To be continued.)