In the west of the battlefield, the sun disappeared on the horizon, leaving only a red cloud like a flame burning.

Night falls quietly.

The saints of the Central Empire of Shengming have recovered 50% or 60% of their injuries. They gathered in Zhang Ruochen's direction and wanted to fight with him.

"There are three hours left before the end of the saint's merit war. Only these three hours are enough to wipe out the entire army of the saints in the seven realms of Shatuo."

Zhang Ruochen looked at the land in front of him, which was reflected by the sunset, and felt the aura of dozens of first-class marquis, and even the fluctuations of holy power emitted by several holy kings. They were rushing over.

"Catch Zhang Ruochen at the order of His Highness the Princess."

Young Master Ling Quan rushed in front, his eyes were quite cold and murderous intent surged.

Obviously, he was definitely not trying to capture Zhang Ruochen, but was preparing to take this opportunity to kill Zhang Ruochen to prevent future troubles.

Ale, Han Qiu, Princess Bai Li and others immediately supported the relics of the Buddha Emperor, and then thousands of Buddhist shadows appeared, making the radius of dozens of miles become golden.

"Your Highness, their target is you. You leave here first and we will block them." Murong Yue said.

Grandma Bai Su's expression was cold and said, "Even if we can't stop them, we can still hold them back for a while."

Faced with dozens of first-class marquises, everyone was determined to die, but even if they died, they would have to make a way out for Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen naturally did not leave, but just looked ahead calmly.

Not only dozens of first-class marquises, but also a large number of second-class and third-class marquises. They had wings on their backs, and most of them were flying in the sky, and the aura they emitted was at least at the level of the Supreme Saint.

Faced with such a situation, even the saints were gasping for cold air, and their fear spread in their hearts.

In a battlefield in the distance, the Nine Heavens Xuannv looked at the location where Zhang Ruochen was and felt a little worried. However, she had no way to go to rescue because a large number of powerful people from the Rakshasa clan were besieging her.

"Zhang Ruochen, I'm in big trouble!"

Wu Hao led a large number of saints from Guanghan Realm to help Zhang Ruochen and protect the wall of merit, but he lost hundreds of saints and failed to break through.

At this moment, the saints of the Seven Realms of Shatuo were all siegeed by more than twice the enemy, like trapped beasts, struggling hard, how could they share a force to help Zhang Ruochen?

Fang Yi, the leader of the sword prison world, showed a gloating expression: "Zhang Ruochen, Zhang Ruochen, you must persist for a long time and help us restrain the large number of powerful people in the Rakshasa clan. Never be killed in one go."

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Among the Rakshasa clan, a powerful man of the Holy King level walked out. He had a horn on his head and a pair of black wings on his back were more than ten feet long. The aura emitted from him was even stronger than the Blood Nether Python.

With his pair of bloody eyes from the Unicorn Saint King staring at Zhang Ruochen opposite him, he said, "Zhang Ruochen, do you still have to fight against such a large number of strong people as we do?"

"If you don't fight, do you want me to surrender?" Zhang Ruochen said.

The Unicorn Saint King had a strong voice and said, "Your Highness the Princess attaches great importance to you. If you surrender, you may not be sure, and there is a way out. If you don't know how to raise your head and continue to be enemies with the Rakshasa clan, not only you, but all the saints behind you will die. Otherwise, think about it again?"

"Don't think too much, fight."

Zhang Ruochen took out a holy sword from the space ring, mobilized the holy energy in his body, injected it into the holy sword, and shattered a layer of seal on the surface of the holy sword.

Then, dense divine patterns appeared on the surface of the sword body.

A huge divine power surged out from the inside of the holy sword.

"No, that's a god's weapon."

On the opposite side, dozens of first-class marquis were all shocked and used the most extreme defensive measures, and quickly retreated backwards and rushed into the inside of the evil clouds.

There were also some Rakshasa Marquis who activated the power of the Wandian Holy Artifact and quickly bombarded Zhang Ruochen, trying to stop him.

There were three sacred artifacts in total, namely a blood sword, an ancient bronze arrow, and a flame palace. They burst out with perfect power and hit Zhang Ruochen from three different directions.

The bronze ancient arrow rushed into Zhang Ruochen's ten feet first. On the arrow, the inscriptions were densely covered with spider webs, penetrating the defensive light of the Buddha's relics, and was about to hit Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows.

Zhang Ruochen was not surprised when he was changing. The light emitted by the holy sword in his hand became brighter and brighter. The sword body just trembled slightly, and the bronze ancient arrow that flew to Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows was shaken away.

"Slay all things with one sword."

Zhang Ruochen slowly raised the holy sword and raised it over his head.

"Wow—"

He swung his sword out and dragged out a white sword light.

The material of the sword body was difficult to withstand the power of the gods. As Zhang Ruochen swung his sword, it broke inch by inch, turned into pieces, and flew forward with the power of the gods.

The Blood Sword and the Fire Palace were beaten backwards, destroying everything where the divine power passes.

"Bang bang."

The Rakshasa Marquis who were flying in the sky burst into pieces and turned into blood mist. Even if they carried amulets on their bodies, they could not resist it.

The sword was swung out, and the thick layer of the earth was cut off, and even a holy mountain in the distance was cut in half. With a loud "boom", half of the mountain collapsed.

There were countless marquises of Rakshasa who died, and even the first-class marquises had several dozen.

The reason why other first-class marquis survived was entirely because a blue feather produced by Princess Rakshasa protected them.

The feather emits divine light, obviously, not an ordinary thing.

In the Demon Palace at the top of the Holy Mountain, Ji Hua's expression was a little cold, and Princess Rakshasa's face also changed slightly.

There was no way, Zhang Ruochen's attack killed thirteen first-class marquises, more than fifty second-class marquises, and more than one hundred third-class marquises died.

Innumerable injuries.

A third-class marquis is comparable to a saint of the human race and is also a strong man with identity and background in the Rakshasa clan. He is equivalent to a sect leader of a sect and a sacred lord of a family.

It is conceivable how huge the losses of the Rakshasa clan were.

The divine envoys from the other six realms of Shatuo's seven realms caused to the Rakshasa clan far from this level when using the magical war tools.

Qiuyu, wearing a white dress, with beautiful eyebrows and a brilliant temperament, walked in from the outer door of the Demon Palace, emitting a bright holy light throughout her body, and then bowed to Princess Rakshasa and Ji Hua.

"Your Highness Princess, Master Saint, you don't have to be so angry. After Zhang Ruochen used the magical weapon, it was like a tiger without claws. It would be easy to capture him now."

Qiuyu smiled faintly, looking quite calm and composed.

After obtaining the inheritance of a great saint of the Wutong clan in the Phoenix Nest, Qiuyu's cultivation level increased greatly, becoming the best-ranked strong man below the Saint King, and even had the strength to defeat the Saint King.

However, Qiu Yu could no longer return to Kunlun Realm, so he could only hold Princess Rakshasa tightly, surrender to the Rakshasa clan, and set a way out for himself, which was a different future.

"Yiru's backhand? It's probably not that easy to capture Zhang Ruochen, right?" Princess Luosha knew that Qiuyu and Zhang Ruochen were mortal enemies, so she said this on purpose.

Qiuyu said, "Zhang Ruochen has weaknesses. You shouldn't attack him directly, you should attack the saints behind him. Those saints are Zhang Ruochen's weaknesses. Besides, I have obtained the inheritance of Qiao Zu, and my cultivation has greatly improved, and my combat power may not be below Zhang Ruochen."

Princess Rakshasa showed an interesting look and said, "It means, are you going to ask for a fight?"

Qiuyu clasped her fists with her hands, bowed to Princess Rakshasa, and said, "That's right, I'll ask Your Highness the Princess to give her a chance."

Of course, Qiuyu hopes to capture Zhang Ruochen with his own hands. This is a huge contribution. As long as he gets this contribution, his status in the Rakshasa tribe will be higher in the future.

Moreover, we can take this opportunity to humiliate Zhang Ruochen and regain the lost face.

Imagine that Zhang Ruochen becomes a prisoner and kneels in front of him, Qiuyu trembles with excitement, and the holy power in his body is operating fiercely.

"Okay! As long as you can capture him, I will grant you the king and give you a planet as a fief." Princess Rakshasa smiled.

Qiuyu said again: "I hope that Qianyu and Qianshu, the first-class marquis under His Highness, can dispatch the army of Rakshasa Marquis to help me."

Qianyu and Qianshu are both beautiful Rakshasa women, and they practice martial arts.

They have a perfect physique, and are not only the personal guards of Princess Rakshasa, but also the two most powerful combat powers around Princess Rakshasa. Sometimes they can even give some orders on behalf of Princess Rakshasa.

It can be said that Qianyu and Qianshu's status are far superior to other first-class marquises.

Qianyu and Qianshu are both particularly tall, wearing quite sexy armor, flat belly and snow-white jade. Their legs are exposed outside the armor, standing on the left and right sides of the Demon Palace.

Their eyes were staring at Qiuyu. When they saw this man handsome and elegant, completely different from the men of the Rakshasa clan. Their beautiful eyes emitted a sharp light and developed a considerable interest in Qiuyu.

Qianshu walked out with graceful steps and said, "Your Highness Princess, Zhang Ruochen is the enemy of our clan. He must take him down today. Please fight with his subordinates."

"I also ask for a fight," Qianyu said.

Princess Rakshasa looked down at the bottom of the holy mountain. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed slightly and she saw that Zhang Ruochen had reached the foot of the holy mountain, as if she had the intention of climbing a mountain.

"What is this guy doing? Do you still have to take the initiative to attack my demon palace?"

Princess Rakshasa was a little annoyed, thinking that Zhang Ruochen was even more arrogant than her, the princess of the Rakshasa clan. She really should be cured and let him know that she must have awe in the face of the noble princess.

Princess Rakshasa waved her jade hand and said, "Zhang Ruochen has already reached the foot of the holy mountain. It seems to be about to break through the mountain. You go and capture him for this princess."

"What a big courage."

Qiuyu snorted coldly, and then he and the two Rakshasa women rushed out of the Demon Palace and headed down the mountain.

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Chapter completed!