The magma contains a trace of pure divine fire, which penetrates the holy air barrier condensed from the hanging sky and falls down overwhelmingly.

When Zhuang Xuankong saw the heat wave coming, the movement of the holy energy in his body suddenly slowed down. He was secretly shocked in his heart, using the Yin-Yang chessboard to protect his body, and used a ghostly body technique to retreat quickly.

"Faced with the flames and yang energy, Zhuang Yun was indeed a little restrained."

Zhang Ruochen pointed, and continued to mobilize the masculine energy in the mysterious fetus to suppress the cold and cold energy in Zhuang's body.

Immediately, he pinched out the sword technique with his fingers and used a Shanhe sword technique.

"Through the mountains and crack the earth." The ancient sword of Chenyuan turned into a heavy mountain in Zhang Ruochen's hand, and suddenly rushed out and hit Zhuang's hanging chest.

This is a ghost-level top-grade sword technique, but when used by Zhang Ruochen, it exposes power that is comparable to a unique skill.

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

Zhuang Yun is naturally not an easy person. When his feet sink, he holds the Yin-Yang chessboard with one hand, and the holy energy gushs out from his palms and continuously penetrates in.

"Boom!"

The ancient sword of the Chenyuan hit the center of the Yin-Yang chessboard, slamming the village back ten steps in the air, leaving a series of half a foot deep footprints on the ground.

Zhuang Yun shook his painful arms and his eyes became even more gloomy.

A sixth-level half-saint was actually repelled by a junior in the Yulong realm. It was a very shameful and humiliating thing. Once it was spread, it would definitely be a ruined reputation.

"Walk."

Zhang Ruochen didn't want to continue fighting, so he flew on Xiao Hei's back and rushed towards the night, preparing to leave the place.

"Where to escape?"

The King of Wanxiang and Zhuang hung from the left and right directions and rushed to chase after him, hitting out the Thunder God's Axe Spear and Yin-Yang Chessboard respectively, and hitting Zhang Ruochen in front.

The Thunder God's Axe Snake was hanging in the air, emitting dense purple light, like a dragon and a snake passing through the void. Then, a sharp sound of breaking the wind broke out and shot down towards Zhang Ruochen's head.

The Yin-Yang chessboard emits a cold air. At the center of the chessboard, a black beam of light condenses and cuts across to Zhang Ruochen below.

Zhang Ruochen was naturally under tremendous pressure, and he felt like dozens of mountains hanging above his head. Once it fell, it would suppress him to pieces.

Even with Xiao Hei's holy energy, Li Min was still seriously injured by the power of the holy weapon. Blood kept flowing out of her mouth, and her face became paler and paler.

"Sword Three."

Zhang Ruochen completely released the sword intent in his body, injected it into the ancient sword of Shenyuan, and hit the flying Thunder God's axe spear.

Sword Three represents the three levels of power of heaven, earth and man. As long as it is cultivated to the Great Perfection, the three major powers are superimposed on each other, and the terrifying power of the ordinary holy art can be exploded.

Even though Zhang Ruochen did not practice Jian San to the Great Perfection, he used this move to exert the power of the sword art of unity of human and sword, and the power of the sword was even stronger than some unique skills. The penetration power of Jian San is quite powerful, and it can be broken through with a point, and even a holy weapon is difficult to resist.

"Bang."

The sword tip and the spear tip collided with each other, and the two forces were evenly matched. They were a little stalemate before they flew backwards.

Zhang Ruochen's swordsmanship and combat soldiers have the advantage, but after all, his cultivation level is still too far from that of King Wanxiang. The two of them can compete equally, which has already shocked many people.

Above the sky, the black light column flying out of the Yin-Yang chessboard is like an icy sky knife. It connects from the sky to the ground and cuts across it, leaving a black groove more than ten meters deep.

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

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

The round and bright moon hangs in the center of the sky, which looks particularly quiet, and forms a sharp contrast with the earth-shaking battles of the three powerful men on the ground.

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

He carried a simple blue sword, slender figure and deep eyes, looking at the battlefield in the distance, and said, "When Zhang Ruochen confronted King of All Things, the sword move he used was Sword Three. Judging from the power of the sword technique, he was probably about to reach the realm of Great Perfection."

This person's name is Jian Kongzi. He is one of the top ten masters selected by Wanbao from the Yuanfu War Camp. He is many times stronger than the King of Wanxiang and the King of North Wolf.

He is an extremely powerful sword cultivator, and his cultivation has reached the level of a seventh-level half-saint. He seems to be only in his forties, but in fact, he has been practicing for nearly two hundred years.

For the semi-saint, two hundred years old is an important watershed.

Before the age of two hundred, the semi-saint can support the vitality of the body with its powerful holy energy, thereby slowing down the aging of appearance and organs.

However, once you are over two hundred years old, the half-saint will quickly become old in a very short time, and return to the appearance that you should have when you are old. After a night of white hair, your blood and energy will decrease, and your physical strength will decrease.

If you cannot encounter a shocking adventure, your own cultivation will be almost impossible to make any breakthroughs. At most, you can only improve your own combat skills and insights into the holy path.

In other words, once the semi-saint is over two hundred years old, their lifelong achievements will almost be finalized.

When Jian Kongzi was young, he was also a genius who could compete with the Holy Body. Three years ago, he fought with the Lord of the Blood Dragon Palace and defeated the other party, pushing his reputation to the peak, and becoming an important figure in the vast land of Yuan Mansion.

However, he knew very well that without the opportunity to go against the will of heaven, he would never be able to reach the holy realm in this life.

If you cannot become a saint, what is the meaning of two hundred years of asceticism?

In Kunlun Realm, I don’t know how many amazing people were unable to become saints before they were two hundred years old because they were unbalanced in their hearts and thought that God was teasing him and eventually went astray. Some people with too deep obsessions were even more obsessed with it.

Now, there is a chance to put Jian Kongzi in front of him. Wan Jiaoyi has already spoken. As long as he can capture Zhang Ruochen, he will give him a Snow Blue Holy Pill.

Only by taking the Snow Blue Holy Pill will Jian Kongzi have full confidence and before he is two hundred years old, he will break through to the realm of a ninth-level half-saint. By then, he will be only one step away from the holy realm.

Originally, Jian Kongzi felt that with his cultivation level, he would definitely be able to deal with a cultivator in the Fish and Dragon Realm. How much force would it take to step on an ant to death?

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

"This son is really too terrifying. He can fight with the King of All Things and Zhuang in the air at the Yulong Realm. I really don't know how powerful it would be if he broke through to the semi-saint realm?" Feng Qin said.

Feng Qin is a man with a body of up to three meters high. His arms are thicker than normal people'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 armor, there are dense red muscles, like a powerful barbarian god.

"If this boy is not powerful, how could he be so shocked that the Queen personally ordered him to be captured?"

Jian Kongzi glanced at Feng Qin and said, "The third sword is cultivated to such an extent in the Yulong Realm. Even the former Sword Emperor may not be so amazing."

Jian Kongzi sighed. He was once called a sword genius. Unfortunately, when he was in the Yulong Realm, he could not even practice Jianyi to the Great Perfection.

Compared with Zhang Ruochen, his former swordsmanship qualifications are simply inferior to those of bullshits.

"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 will naturally be full of confidence in your own strength.

The sword three used by Zhang Ruochen also shocked the monks of other forces. A large sound of gasping in the night sky came from the sound of gasping in the cold air.

Many people were secretly discussing and unanimously agreeing, "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."

Compared with Zhang Ruochen who used the phoenix divine seal, Xiao Hei's degree was no different. Naturally, it was much faster than the Wanxiang King and Zhuang, and soon threw them away from each other.

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

The big man's body was very strong, much taller than ordinary humans. However, the black giant scorpion under him was even larger, just a pair of pliers was six or seven meters long, making him look particularly sharp.

On the surface of the giant scorpion, there were hundreds of blood-red inscriptions distributed. It lay on the ground, pressing the ground of a hundred feet downwards.

"Giant Scorpion King, Wind Bird."

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

Just the King of Wanxiang and Zhuang Yunqin have chased them so hard that they can only escape. In addition, Feng Qin, this fierce man, do they still have hope of escaping?

"call."

Fengqin stood above the giant scorpion's head, opened his mouth and sucked it. In an instant, all the air within a radius of a hundred miles was sucked into his abdomen.

His stomach was propped up outward and turned into a huge ball.

Even with the naked eye, you can see that there is a white light radiant inside Fengqin's belly, raising a terrifying energy.

Immediately afterwards, Fengqin opened his mouth and spitted thousands of wind blades, gushing out of his abdomen, making a sharp sound.

Some of these wind blades condense into human and animal shapes.

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

Dozens of human-shaped wind blades and beast-shaped wind blades are mixed between hurricanes. You can imagine how terrifying the power it explodes?
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