"It's not that easy to grab something from me."

Zhang Ruochen raised his arms at the same time, and his bones and muscles made a thunderous sound, making thirteen dragon souls and thirteen elephant souls, which quickly rotated around his body, forming a palm-force light shell with a diameter of dozens of feet.

"Rumbling."

Mountains kept falling down, colliding with the palm force light shell, and were recoiled to pieces.

Finally, the chain, which was thicker than a bucket, slammed down, causing the holy light on the surface of the palm-powered light shell to shatter, and the thirteen dragon souls and thirteen elephant souls also flew out in all directions.

The chains were about to fall firmly on Zhang Ruochen.

"Haha, this chain of this emperor's son was made of cold iron in the abyss. It is a saint of Eight-Shaped Ten Thousand Patterns. I hope that you will not beat you to ashes with one blow, but it will waste a tank of delicious blood." The emperor of the martial arts world smiled.

"Don't be self-righteous, you're not that strong yet."

On Zhang Ruochen's arms, dazzling light appeared one by one, and a large amount of holy energy was squirting out, which merged into the Vulcan fist gloves and Vulcan arm guards.

The fist gloves and arm guards burned, ancient patterns emerged, and powerful divine power burst out.

Zhang Ruochen's palms were supported, and one palm turned into a fire cloud, colliding violently with the chains.

The sound of metal collision resounded through the world, quite harsh.

In an instant, the earth under Zhang Ruochen's feet began to burn, and even a ball of flames flew in the air.

"Have you been beaten to pieces by the Emperor's Son of the Martial Realm?" The long-faced emperor girl stared at the distance.

"I'm afraid it's not that easy, and the descendants of time and space would not be so frivolous."

"It may not be possible. After all, the gap in realms is too big. Even if Zhang Ruochen is a young god, he will die."

...

The Emperor of the Martial Realm stood in mid-air, staring at the fire domain below, and the smile on his face had already been closed. Because he was the one who fought directly with Zhang Ruochen, he knew very well that his attack just now was blocked by Zhang Ruochen.

"Wow—"

In the sea of ​​fire, a pillar of light rushed out, and it turned out to be a golden dragon, with a deafening dragon roar coming out of its mouth.

"Is this the intermediate-level holy art you practice?"

The Emperor of the Martial Realm is not a person who doesn’t know the goods. Through the fight just now, I already knew that the fist gloves and arm guards on Zhang Ruochen’s arm were all ancient artifacts of divine relics, and they contained divine power and should not be underestimated.

If it is combined with the intermediate level holy art and the two forces are superimposed, how far can it reach?

"The dragon travels to the nine heavens."

Zhang Ruochen mobilized all the rules of the palm path in his body, integrated them into the dragon claws, and slapped them out with one claw.

On the other side, the Emperor of the Martial Realm was not afraid. The chains in his hand emitted a shocking cold air. As he kept spinning, snowflakes fell from the sky, and ice crystals were getting thicker and thicker on the ground.

The cold air formed by the chain rotates and confronts the dragon's claws.

"Bang."

A powerful energy storm flew out, tearing the earth around the two into pieces, causing powerful destructive power. The destruction extended to the vicinity of the divine patterns left by the Middle Ages, and was finally blocked by the broken divine patterns.

"I have some skills. When I fight with the Emperor's Son of the Martial Realm, I still have the opportunity to take the initiative to attack." Emperor Yun said.

An imperial daughter said contemptuously: "Do you know that cats catch mice? The real method of the emperor's son in the martial arts world has not been used yet! Now, she is just playing with him. When the cat really wants to eat mice, she will kill him with one blow."

Xia Wenxin said, "If the Emperor of the Martial Realm really treats Zhang Ruochen as a mouse, then in the end, who is the mouse and who is the cat is not sure."

"What does Xia Shenzi mean?"

Xia Wenxin said lightly: "So you know if you keep watching."

The emperor of the martial world swung the chains and continuously dissolved the palm prints that Zhang Ruochen made, and said with a smile: "If you are, only with such a little ability, everything should be over!"

"The storm broke the vortex."

The dense rules of the holy path flow out from the body of disciples in the martial arts world and merged with the chains of the eight-glory Ten Thousand-Secret Holy Artifact.

Then, the chains rotated rapidly and turned into a nine-layer vortex, with wind blade canyons that could tear the world apart, flying in the vortex.

This is an intermediate level holy technique with a high level!

After all, the gap in realm is there, so Zhang Ruochen naturally would not underestimate the enemy. He would have a twelve-point spirit and mobilize the rules of truth continuously, combining them with palm techniques.

"Dragons and elephants reach the sky."

He hits out his palms at the same time, bursting out seven times the attack power.

"Boom."

The storm shattered the vortex, and even the clouds and qi in the sky were trembling violently by the palm force.

The skin of the Emperor's Arm of the Martial Realm cracked and a lot of blood flowed out. The burly body flew backwards like a cannonball.

Zhang Ruochen took advantage of the victory and chased the chain with one hand, exerted force with his arm, and pulled the Emperor's son to his position.

The Emperor's Son of the Martial Realm was like a kite on the line, and he actually flew over.

However, when he was still a hundred feet away from Zhang Ruochen, a ferocious smile suddenly appeared on his face, and his wings spread out on his back, and his speed suddenly increased several times.

"No, he doesn't seem to be too seriously injured. Did he deliberately lure the enemy just now?" Zhang Ruochen said intimately.

"There are very few cultivators who have cultivated the truth to your level in the Heavenly Court. No wonder they dare to fight with this emperor's son with the eight-step holy king realm."

The wound on the arm of the Emperor's son in the martial arts world was healed in the blink of an eye.

"But, just by the way of truth, you are far from enough to explode several times of the attack power. The way of truth has its nemesis."

"Nevil? Could it be..."

The blood light emitted from the body of the Emperor's son in the Martial Realm became stronger and stronger, and he burst into laughter: "Yes, the nemesis of truth is fate. The door of fate, come out!"

Behind the Emperor's Son of the Martial Realm, a hidden light gate was condensed by the rules of fate.

Influenced by the power of the light gate, Zhang Ruochen only felt that his own power was declining rapidly, and in just a moment, it had dropped by four or five times.

In the past, Zhang Ruochen heard from other monks that there is a temple of truth in the Heavenly Court. Practicing the way of truth can allow the holy arts used by monks to burst out several times the attack power.

And in the Hell Realm, there is a Temple of Destiny.

Cultivating the way of destiny can reduce the strength of your opponent several times.

"How can a gate of fate be condensed behind the Emperor's Son of the Martial Realm? With the gate of fate, can he always suppress my strength? Even the rules of truth can only burst out several times of attack power at the moment of casting the holy art. Moreover, it will take a certain amount of time to mobilize the rules of truth, and it is impossible to use them in an instant."

Zhang Ruochen realized the great problem and said, "Is he a disciple of the Temple of Destiny?"

Only disciples from the Temple of Destiny can cultivate the Gate of Destiny and use the power of the Gate of Destiny to continuously suppress opponents.

With the suppression of the Gate of Destiny, disciples of the Temple of Destiny can easily kill enemies who surpass their own realm.

The divine disciples of the Temple of Truth can cultivate the "truth realm form", which is something that other monks in the heavenly realm cannot do.

The Nine-Eye Heavenly King shook his head and smiled: "Disposing a Zhang Ruochen, the disciples of the martial world actually displayed the Gate of Destiny. Is that necessary?"

"He is showing off his skills. After all, not everyone can practice the Gate of Destiny."

"I think he wanted to capture Zhang Ruochen alive, so he used the way of fate. It seems that Zhang Ruochen cannot escape his palm, and fate cannot be escaped."

It was soon after that, the Emperor's son of the Wu Realm carried the door of fate and rushed to Zhang Ruochen's body and punched his fist in the chest.

The fist carries a surging fist wind, giving Zhang Ruochen an irresistible feeling, just like this punch was shot by a great saint, and one punch could break the world.

"No, it's not that he has become stronger, but that I have become weaker!"

Zhang Ruochen did not mobilize the rules of truth and fought hard with the emperor's son in the martial arts world, and there was no time left.

I'm afraid that the rules of truth have not yet gathered, and the fist seal of the Emperor's son in the Martial Realm has fallen on him.

"Bang."

The Emperor's son of the Martial Realm punched Zhang Ruochen, smashing him into pieces.

However, the emperor's face of the Wujie Emperor had no joy. He immediately withdrew his fist, alerted the surroundings, and said to himself: "I finally used the power of space."

Zhang Ruochen's split body dissipated and opened in the air, turning into afterimages.

Zhang Ruochen appeared above the head of the Emperor's son in the Wujie Realm, holding the ancient sword of Shenyuan in his hand, and stabbed straight downwards.

The emperor's son in the martial arts world has been on guard all the time, so the moment Zhang Ruochen walked out of the space, the chains wrapped around him automatically flew up and sucked over.

The sword that Zhang Ruochen cast was not an ordinary sword technique, but a time sword technique.

The chain could have slammed on him, but as he approached him, his speed became slower and slower, and finally he was almost completely still.

"not good."

The emperor of the martial arts world has experienced many life-and-death battles. In the midst of this flash of lightning, he immediately responded and used a mid-level holy art level footwork to dodge quickly.

"Chew."

The ancient sword of the sunken abyss that should have penetrated his head was passing through his cheek.

On the cheek, the Hundred Saints Blood Armor was broken and opened.

The sword aura left a shallow blood mark on his face.

"hateful."

A strong anger surged in the heart of the emperor's son in the martial arts world.
To be continued...