God Emperor

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"Pfft."

Shen Yuan's ancient sword penetrated Tong Dong's eyebrows, bringing out a large amount of blood, which then flew out from the back of his head.

With a bang, Tong Dong's body fell down.

As soon as he stepped onto the arena, he turned into a dead man.

Everyone present was stunned and their jaws dropped to the ground.

Everyone originally thought that Tong Dong would be able to kill Zhang Ruochen, but who would have thought that Zhang Ruochen would actually have the power to kill the Half-Saint?

"That's...a spiritual attack. It turns out that Zhang Ruochen is still a powerful spiritual semi-saint. No wonder he dares to use Qianwen's destructive power. Sure enough, he has a trump card."

"Zhang Ruochen is really difficult to deal with."

The semi-saints from the Ministry of War all looked at each other, and no one dared to take action easily.

After all, no one knows how strong Zhang Ruochen's mental power is? ?Wan trillion eyes stared at the talented lady of the holy book, and said: "The talented lady is a saint of spiritual power. You should be able to see the strength of Zhang Ruochen's mental power, right?"

The expression of the Holy Book Talented Girl did not change, and she did not give an accurate answer to Wan Zhaoyi, saying: "In order to deal with a first-order semi-saint, the Ministry of War not only lost its reputation, but also lost three powerful generals in a row. Is this the way King Wan Tian dealt with Zhang Ruochen? "

Wan Zhiyi could feel the dissatisfaction of the talented woman with holy books and couldn't help but frown.

To be honest, he didn't think there was anything wrong with his methods. The only mistake he made was that he underestimated Zhang Ruochen's strength.

Of course, the attitude of the talented holy woman still made him feel some pressure. After all, the Holy Book Talent is the closest celebrity around the Queen. Not only that, she also has an extraordinary influence on the entire Confucianism and Taoism.

It would be quite a troublesome thing if the talented lady from the Holy Book participated in one of his songs in front of the Queen.

Behind Wan Zhiyi, Jian Kongzi immediately spoke out, "Your Majesty, if you let me take action, I will definitely take off Zhang Ruochen's head."

Wan Zhiyi glanced at Jian Kongzi, then took out a diamond from his sleeve and handed it to him.

"If you make another mistake, I will take the lives of nine of your clans." Wan Zhaoyi said.

Jian Kongzi took the walnut-sized diamond, but it felt extremely heavy, as if it was holding a mountain. Even the half-saint's arm could not hold it.

"No. 347 of the Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifact Manual, King Kong Zi." Jian Kongzi was secretly surprised.

The King of Heaven actually handed over all the diamonds to him. This shows that in this battle, he must be foolproof and never fail again.

The eyebrows of the talented lady with a holy book narrowed slightly, and she became worried about Zhang Ruochen.

After all, she could clearly see that Zhang Ruochen's mental strength was only at the forty-sixth level, and it was impossible to stop Jian Kongzi from the seventh-level semi-saint realm.

The talented woman with the holy book was even more conflicted, but she had no choice but to restrain the fluctuations of the holy heart as much as possible to avoid being noticed by Trillions.

When Zhang Ruochen saw Jian Kongzi on the fighting stage, he didn't panic at all and remained quite calm.

Because he still has a trump card, which is the relic.

At this point, the only way to solve the murderous situation in front of us is to unlock the third layer of seals on the relic.

By unlocking the third layer of seals, Zhang Ruochen could gain saint-level combat power in a short period of time, which would be more than enough to deal with Jian Kongzi.

The only thing is that there is some waste. If he encounters a desperate situation in the future, he will have no external power to borrow and can only rely on his own strength to solve it.

Jian Kongzi glanced at Zhang Ruochen opposite him and shook his head gently. For a top swordsman like him, killing a seriously injured first-order semi-saint is not really a sense of accomplishment.

However, killing Zhang Ruochen would definitely result in a large amount of military merit and rewards, which he was looking forward to very much.

Just before Jian Kongzi was about to take action, a white sword light flew from the sky.

"Wow——"

The sword energy was like a dazzling light, passing through the void and tearing apart the formation on the periphery of the arena.

A figure flashed, and a tall woman in a purple dress was already standing in the center of the arena, separating Zhang Ruochen and Jian Kongzi.

The purple-clothed woman had an extremely powerful holy light emanating from her body, so few people could see her true form.

Even the half-saints of the military department present could only see a graceful figure, with a moving outline, crystal clear snow skin, and a lavender veil on her face.

Wan Zhiyi and the Holy Book Talent were also startled. After all, the defensive formations around the arena were connected to the central altar. Even with the two of them's cultivation, it is difficult to break through.

However, the woman in purple used only one sword to tear apart the defensive formation. Her powerful cultivation was really shocking to some.

The talented woman with the holy book knew all the powerful people in the world, and she quickly guessed the identity of the woman in purple.

What made her even more curious was that the woman in purple had such a transcendent identity, and she was a legendary woman who was beyond the world. How could she save Zhang Ruochen?

The woman in purple is naturally the master of the Demon Sect's Holy Maiden Palace, Ling Feiyu.

Ling Feiyu's starry eyes were filled with a sharp chill, and he said: "You guys from the Ministry of War are becoming more and more majestic. You dare to break into the ancient clan of Zhenyu to kill people. You really take the imperial decree of your Supreme Qing Emperor. Just a piece of waste paper?”

Every word Ling Feiyu said was like a heavy punch, hitting Jian Kongzi's chest, shaking Jian Kongzi back.

Jian Kongzi retreated to the edge of the arena. Unable to hold on any longer, he half-knelt on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wan Zhaoyi naturally guessed the identity of the woman in purple, so he stood up and raised his voice: "Senior Ling, I have always kept the Qing Emperor's imperial decree in mind, how dare I violate it? This is not the policy of the Ministry of War and Zhang Ruochen. The conflict was a personal enmity between them. After discussions between both parties, they finally decided to board the gladiatorial arena for a life-or-death battle."

Ling Feiyu stared at Wan Zhiyi with an unhappy look on his face and said, "Is there a place for you to speak in the Zhenyuan Ancient Clan?"

Wan Zhiyi and Ling Feiyu each belong to the pinnacle of their era, intimidating a generation. One has become king in the past hundred years and is undefeated in a hundred battles. The other one swept the world three hundred years ago and was unrivaled.

Of course, Wan Zhiyi has not only practiced for a hundred years. He has entered the Heavenly Wheel Seal four times to practice. Adding up the four times, he has been practicing in the Heavenly Wheel Seal for more than a hundred years.

There is indeed a big gap between the two of them, but Wan Zhiyi is also a very proud person, so naturally he will not bow to Ling Feiyu.

Wan Zhiyi carried his arms behind his back, and the green dragon armor on his body emitted a dazzling blue brilliance, soaring into the sky, condensing into a huge green dragon, coiled around his body.

He said: "Senior Ling's words are wrong. Now the ancient Zhenyu clan and the imperial court are joining forces to deal with the undead blood clan. Naturally, I have a place in this ancient Zhenyu clan."

Ling Feiyu's eyes met Wan Zhiyi's and said: "Since you know that the undead blood clan is entrenched in Yuan Mansion. Then, in the face of a powerful enemy, we should have united all the forces that can be combined to deal with the powerful enemy. Why is the Ministry of War still there? Do you care about personal vendettas and harm powerful soldiers and generals? You, a junior like you, don't care about the overall situation. I wonder if the Queen misunderstood and allowed you to sit on the title of King of Heaven?"

Hearing Ling Feiyu's words, Wan Zhiyi's eyelids jumped and his eyes flickered, but he could not refute.

Zhang Ruochen stood aside and glanced at Ling Feiyu, secretly admiring him. He really didn't expect that this chief saint was not only proficient in swordsmanship, but also so good at speaking.

As expected, none of the saints of the Demon Sect can save fuel.

"Senior Sword Master, Zhang Ruochen is a lurker of the Immortal Vampire Clan, and everyone is meant to kill him. If you are so partial to him, you will not only offend the Ministry of War, but also cause the members of the Zhenyu Ancient Clan to have some misunderstandings about you."

The person who spoke was Wang Jie.

Wang Jie already had deep resentment towards Ling Feiyu. Now that the Ministry of War was backing him, he naturally jumped out and attacked Ling Feiyu with words.

However, he failed to see the situation clearly and thought that the Ministry of War could suppress Ling Feiyu.

Little did he know that even Wan Zhiyi was trying his best to restrain his anger and did not provoke Ling Feiyu.

But he jumped out on his own initiative and threatened Ling Feiyu with the members of the Ministry of War and the Zhenyu Ancient Clan. If he wasn't seeking death, what else could he do?

Sure enough, Ling Feiyu, who had a bad temper to begin with, turned very cold when he heard Wang Jie's words and said: "You, the ancient clan of the Prison Suppressor, have not protected the sword-wielders who have not yet grown up, so you will give up. The saint is too lazy to pay attention. Anyway, after Xuanji Sword Master comes back, he will settle this debt with you slowly. But, who do you think you are, how can you dare to threaten me?"

"Boom."

Thousands of electric lights surged out of Ling Feiyu's body, and with the arena as the center, a radius of hundreds of miles completely turned into a sea of ​​thunder and lightning.

At this moment, she was obviously very angry, and the glorious holy power surged towards Wang Jie overwhelmingly.

"Snapped!"

In an instant, Wang Jie and a large group of Zhenyu Ancient Clan members could not bear the tyrannical holy power, and they all knelt on the ground.

Beads of sweat flowed from the pores of Wang Jie's body. It was only now that he truly realized how terrifying Ling Feiyu's cultivation was.

In his heart, he felt quite regretful. If he had known earlier, he should have followed his father's advice and not provoke Ling Feiyu.

"Feiyu Sword Master, calm down." Wang Beilie, the leader of the Zhenyu Ancient Clan, wearing a mysterious suit, flew over from a distance quickly and landed next to Wang Jie.

Seeing his father appear, Wang Jie immediately showed joy: "Father..."

However, before Wang Jie could cry out, Wang Bei Lie's palm prints had already been punched out, hitting Wang Jie on the face, causing Wang Jie to roll twice in mid-air before falling to the ground with a bang.

Wang Beili's slap was so cruel that it shattered Wang Jie's left cheekbone, leaving half of his face covered in blood.

Wang Jie lay on the ground and said tremblingly: "Father, you..."

"Shut up, you treacherous son, how dare you be so disrespectful to Feiyu Sword Master, I must kill you today."

A ball of holy fire appeared in the palm of Wang Beilie's hand, and a powerful wave of holy energy spread in all directions.

If this palm was struck, Wang Jie would really be killed.

However, before Wang Beili's palm could be struck out, a group of elders from the Zhenyu Ancient Clan rushed over and stopped him.

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(To explain, my child had a high fever yesterday. He slept for three hours the night before, got up at 5:30 in the morning, went back to his hometown, and then returned to the hospital in Chengdu from his hometown. He went back and forth and had no time to write.

I didn't go home until 10pm. After eating in a hurry, my head was so dizzy and painful that I couldn't hold on, so I squinted for two hours. I woke up at two in the morning to write it, stayed up all night, and finally finished it!

To be honest, it is really painful for authors like us who are very slow in coding. If something goes wrong, the update will be unstable.

I overestimated myself in the past, and I will no longer make random promises about how many updates to make. Anyway, I will try to keep it to two chapters a day. Tomorrow's update is probably not stable and will be late. ) (To be continued.)