Everyone couldn't help but gasp. The strength of this battle was too uneven. A titled saint came from outside Suogu. In addition to Murong Jia, the demon emperor-level sword saint who was comparable to the titled saint, it was equivalent to three titled saints attacking the Bu Wang Mansion together. Not to mention that the master would not take action, even if he took action, he would not have a great chance of winning.

This is not just a private fight between a clan, but also a war that determines Zhongzhou's future luck!

Once the Bu Mansion wins, Fan Qingyan will still be the master of Zhongzhou. If the Bu Mansion is defeated, the future Zhongzhou will probably be dominated by Murong Jia, Liping and the Yu tribes. Even Tianfeng Academy and Bailu Academy will be constantly oppressed. There are too many things that have been decided by this battle, and we can't afford to lose at all.

Li Ping's eyes were calm, his body was filled with terrifying holy Taoist energy, and he put his hands behind him, saying, "My Bahuang Tower is just a businessman organization. He never thought about who to compete with, but during this period, the Lord of Fan City continued to use black market methods to seize the market of Bahuang Tower, and even used assassination and other means. Could it be that I thought my Bahuang Tower was easy to bully?"

Fan Qingyan narrowed her beautiful eyes: "The economic lifeline of Zhongzhou should be controlled by the court. Bahuanglou did not become a duty merchant, but transformed the merchant ship into a warship. Her Majesty the Empress had long wanted to attack you. Don't you know?"

Li Ping sneered: "Then, I will collect some interest from the Empress's Palace today!"

“Bold!”

"What's wrong?"

The two sides were tense and a war was about to break out.

...

"Swish~~"

Two figures appeared in the rolling clouds in the sky. One of them held a long sword in his hand, which was Dongfang Ping, and the other was the book scroll in his left hand and the holy pen in his right hand. It was Dongfang Yushu, looking down at the battlefield. Dongfang Yushu smiled and said, "The battle between the Bu Wang Mansion and the Yu tribe will inevitably be recorded in history. The top three beauty list in the upper world have come. In addition, Bu Yixuan, who has amazing talent, I really don't know what a miracle will happen in this battle."

"Stay far away and don't be affected by the fish in the pond."

Dongfang plainly said.

Even the people from the Dongfang family came, as if they had received news in advance. In the rolling clouds, powerful auras appeared one after another. There were many people coming to watch the battle after hearing the news, and even some saints came in person. No matter what the result of this battle was, it was destined to cause a sensation in the entire upper realm.

"Wait a minute!"

A voice came from the crowd of the Yu Clan. It was made by a young man in gorgeous clothes. It was Zhang Xiuping, one of the disciples of the Bailu Palace, and the young master of the Yu Clan. His eyes were filled with resentment and cruelty, and he said, "This was just a battle between the Yu Clan and the Bu Prince's Mansion, and it should be solved by the Yu Clan and the Bu Prince's Mansion. Grandfather, Bu Yixuan, killed many geniuses of my Yu Clan, and even Zhang Zhengchu's cousin died under his sword. Shouldn't my grandfather kill this evil Taoist king with his own hands for the Yu Clan?"

Zhang Fushui, who was standing beside him, also sneered sinisterly: "That's right, if my grandfather could control Bu Yixuan, my brother and I would like to cut his throat with our own hands, and he would die like a blooded wild dog!"

"My father, do you want to play with Bu Yixuan, this little thing?"

Murong Jia looked at Yu Sheng with a vicious smile on her face.

Yu Sheng was covered with holy energy, and the fire from the holy ruins in his eyes was pounding, and his voice was cold: "Thousands of years ago, my Yu Sheng destroyed the Bu Prince's Mansion and sold his male ranks into war slaves, female relatives were sold as slaves, or even into brothels. Bu Yixuan's talent and understanding are all first-class. If he was sold as a war slave, he would be afraid that there would be a good price."

Li Dingyu laughed: "If Yu Sheng was willing to sell this war slave to Bahuanglou, the young master was willing to buy three thousand saints and trained him to obediently and turn him into a dog that does not bite people!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Zhang Fushui and Zhang Xiuping laughed together.

I also laughed, and the Immortal Bone Sword slowly raised, and suddenly a stream of light penetrated the space. I used the sword slashed out from the Cave Void Realm to go straight to Zhang Xiuping's neck, and shouted softly: "Then let's collect the interest first!"

"laugh--"

My sword was too fast, and it contained the mystery of the rules of the sword of chess and killing. It was not something that Zhang Xiuping could stop. The sword light swept across. Zhang Xiuping's pupils suddenly closed, and he hurriedly raised his hands to hold his throat, but blood splattered out of the gap between his fingers. The next moment, he lowered his arms weakly, and his head flew out from his neck.

"Clean the portal." I said lightly.

Suogu and Li Ping were also slightly surprised. Their distance was too far and there was no time to stop it. The Yu Sheng was obviously caught off guard. Zhang Xiuping was less than three meters away from him, but the sword I slashed out was too fast. He instantly completed the jump in space and directly killed Zhang Xiuping, who was still laughing arrogantly the previous second.

"Puppy, you're too bullying!" The Feather Saint roared, and his whole body emitted the glory of the holy Tao. The fire of the Holy Ruins ignited his whole body, and his whole body turned into a blazing sun. Even a lower-level saint would still be so scary once he took action.

"Forget the hatred of the Prince Bu's Mansion today!"

I stepped on the air with my sword, and my body was full of holy energy. My cultivation level in the late stage of the semi-saint realm, plus the development of twenty holy veins, was already qualified to fight with the saints, let alone just a lower-level saint.

"die!"

The Yu Sheng had already become angry and embarrassed. He raised huge waves with his hands. Fire feathers shot towards him with the holy power, instantly shattering the boundary wall and crushing it with the rumbling power of heaven.

War Saint, no need to keep it!

With a low roar, the real dragon's transformation began to change. A bright dragon horn above my head protruded. With the power increased several times, the Immortal Bone Sword burst out the Nine Curves of Weiyang, colliding with the attack of the Feather Saint in the air. In an instant, the Holy Dao's light was extremely bright. The nine-level sword intent cut off the fire feather condensed by the Feather Saint, with an invincible aura.

But the holy power of the feather holy power is endless, and the fire of the holy ruins is coming. The crushing advantage in realm cannot be underestimated. In just an instant, the scales are burning hot and extremely uncomfortable.

"Clam~~~~"

Suddenly, Yu Sheng grabbed the sword edge, and a wisp of the holy ruins fire rushed up to my arm along the fairy bone sword. Yu Sheng's face even more ferocious smile appeared: "You are really looking for death!"

"Yeah?"

I also smiled, and the Immortal Bone Sword suddenly shook, creating a soft and collapsed force, which shook the Feather Saint open. With his right arm, he immediately crossed his immortal bird marks. There was a faint sound of phoenixes roaring, which dissolved the Holy Ruins fire that the Feather Saint had hit, and at the same time, he slashed out the next sword and the hidden dragon came out of the abyss!

The sword intent turned into a storm, raging in the sky between the two armies. A true dragon condensed with sword intent roared and violently hit the surroundings of the Yu Sheng, but was shattered by his protective heavenly storm. The Yu Sheng was really angry, his eyes were red, and he roared angrily: "I want to see how many means do you have to resist my holy ruins fire!"

His palms raised, and the flames burst out, and they burst out overwhelmingly.

For a moment, Song Qian, Zhao Hao and others felt the terrifying aura of the saint and shouted in unison: "Boss, be careful!"

The immortal bone sword was raised, and a wisp of sword soul shadow soared into the sky. It was the figure of the ancient sword saint Bei Chenfeng. The sword body trembled wildly and burst out with a loud light. With a "scream", it cut open the space, like a storm of a fierce sun, and cut open the fire rain sacrificed by the feather saint, and blasted down at his forehead. It was a long rainbow piercing the sun.

Yu Sheng roared lowly and turned his palm into a fist. The fire of the holy ruins lingered around the iron fist. Suddenly, his fist was like a bronze cast and directly hit the Immortal Bone Sword. He was too confident, so confident that he thought his body that had become a saint in martial arts could withstand the sharpness of the Immortal Bone Sword, but he was wrong.

"laugh……"

A ray of holy blood floated up. While the Immortal Bone Sword was shaken open by the iron fist, it also left a blood mark on the Feather Saint's fist. Although it did not cut off the muscles and bones, it also made him bleed. How could a sword with the shadow of the sword soul be able to withstand it?

For a moment, the sound of gasping in the air was filled with breathing, and in the clouds, the hidden spectators exclaimed a lot of awesome—

"The Yu Sheng was cut off his body? Is this impossible..."

"Bu Yixuan is just a late-stage half-saint monk. How did he do it? He can actually compete with the saints who ignited the fire of the holy ruins, and even more so that the saints can be injured..."

"The disciples of the titled Sword Saint are indeed extraordinary. If Bu Yixuan continues to grow, becoming a Sword Saint is already his lowest achievement."

"In my opinion, the Feather Saint is in danger. As a saint, there are times when he is too proud. Bu Yixuan is simply an authentic monster, and his talent is too terrifying!"

...

"Little thing, I must make you pay the price!"

The Feather Saint roared, raised his arms, and a true feather was ignited instantly, and immediately turned into a powerful holy aura that swept around him. He blasted out his palm, bringing the momentum of destroying the world.

I used the sword-do divine eyes and saw through everything. He took real action. This attack was definitely not simple. Its power was at least three times higher than the previous Holy Ruins Fire!

If he uses his previous cultivation level to fight against him, he will only end up tragic death.

Fortunately, I have the sword-do divine eyes!

With a soft moan, I stepped back in the sky, and with a "swish" sound, I spread out a chessboard with stars. The stars were shining, and I directly sacrificed the first level of the sword of chess, killing the way - Qiankun!

"Boom~~~"

The fierce palm of the feather sacred palm fell into the realm of the universe, and was instantly swept by dozens of soft sword intents, as if a storm entered the sea. After several impacts, the power diminished. The feather sacred also stepped into the realm of the universe, and the surroundings suddenly became pitch black. His brow suddenly rose and said, "You dare to show off your skills like a scammer?"

"You are already a dead person, what's the point of saying such words?" I smiled indifferently.

With a gentle whisk of his palm, dozens of sword lights spread out in the Qiankun Realm. The Feather Saint roared and slapped dozens of palms to resolve it. However, all these palm prints fell into the void, like mud cows entering the sea.
Chapter completed!