The Holy Corpse King under the Destiny Corpse Emperor turned around, took huge steps, ran quickly, and rushed into the darkness.
On the ground, there were large craters with footprints more than ten meters long. ?
On the other side, the Holy Ancestor Spirit King turned into a dark wind and flew into the coffin again. The coffin is a sacred weapon with ten thousand patterns, emitting black light, flying up from the ground, catching up with the King of Holy Corpses.
"It's not that easy to leave."
Zhang Ruochen stood inside the Red Sun Sacred Image, controlled the power of the blood-red giant, and smashed the thousand-meter-high rocky mountain with a bang.
Then, with a sudden step, Zhang Ruochen and the blood-red giant passed through the broken rocks, quickly pursued them, and launched another attack, hitting the black coffin.
"Bang."
The coffin, which had already been beaten to pieces by Ling Feiyu, could not withstand the force. It actually shattered and turned into pieces of sacred artifacts.
The Spirit King Saint Ancestor let out a scream, the skin on the surface of his body burst, and a thick mist of blood escaped.
The Heavenly Corpse Emperor glanced behind him and saw the Holy Ancestor Spirit King being intercepted by Zhang Ruochen and Ling Feiyu.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen and Ling Feiyu are both at their peak. They are simply meeting gods and killing gods, meeting Buddhas and killing Buddhas. Who dares to fight them?
He did not return to rescue, but continued to control the Holy Corpse King, shattering the layers of formations in this city and retreating outwards.
"Nine swords."
Ling Feiyu stood a hundred feet above the ground in mid-air, raising the holy sword above his head. Tens of thousands of inscriptions appeared on the sword body. Immediately, the world condensed countless sword energy.
The stones, rubble, leaves, and petals on the ground all exude sword intent, as if they have turned into swords.
Even the wisps of spiritual energy from heaven and earth were condensed into sword energy.
Shen Yuan's ancient sword was also trembling. It broke away from Zhang Ruochen's fingers and flew out, flying around Ling Feiyu.
"The legendary Nine Swordsman what a terrifying sword power. In the entire First Central Empire, are there five people who can practice swordsmanship to such an extent?"
"Sword Nine" does not represent strength, but the attainment of swordsmanship.
"The people who can cultivate Jianjiu to the Great Perfection are all swordsmanship wizards in the world, who are enough to stand at the pinnacle of swordsmanship in an era.
It can be said that Sword Emperor Xue Hongchen was able to cultivate into Sword Ten. It can be said that it is already a miracle and a legend. It would be difficult for such a monster to appear in tens of thousands of years.
Zhang Ruochen released his mental power and discovered that the total number of sword energy and sword shadows in this world was over a million.
"Little girl, I will fight with you!"
Even a thousand-year-old monster like the Holy Ancestor of the Spirit King turned extremely pale when facing Jianjiu. He directly burned the holy blood in his body and used the divine method.
"Hell Ghost King Claw."
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At the same time, the holy sword in Ling Feiyu's hand also swung downwards.
The two Saint King-level forces collided violently, and with a bang, the white bone claw marks were torn to pieces by the sword energy, and the huge ghost king's shadow was also smashed to pieces.
Immediately afterwards, a shrill scream pierced the night sky.
The holy body of the Holy Ancestor of the Spirit King was broken into dozens of pieces, and a large amount of holy blood flew out from the broken corpse. The holy blood contained terrifying heat and fell to the ground, making a chirping sound, melting the soil and rocks into pieces. Red magma.
After the dust dispersed, Zhang Ruochen saw that there was a sword path dozens of feet wide on the ground, like a canyon, going straight to the depths of the ground, dividing the city in half, with a length of more than 300 feet. inside.
The formation inscriptions arranged in the ground of the Seventh City did not block the sword, and were all torn apart.
In the sword path, there are lines of sword energy flowing, which have not dissipated for a long time.
All the saints in the Central Imperial City were alarmed.
? One after another holy shadows flew up from the ground, like stars, exuding holy light. They stood in mid-air and looked towards the direction of the seventh city.
"It's a holy king fighting."
"The Queen promulgated the "Holy Decree", which clearly stipulates that saint-level figures are not allowed to fight privately in the city, and those who disobey the order will be killed. The restrictions on the Holy King are even greater. Which Holy King dares to ignore it? "Holy Decree"?"
"Look, there is a green war cloud rising from the Palace of Dou Zhan Heavenly King, heading straight towards the Seventh City. It must be Dou Zhan Heavenly King who takes action."??¡±
The monks in the Central Imperial City became even more excited.
"Zhang Ruochen actually came to the Central Imperial City? Oh my God, he is my male idol. Are you sure he is really here?"
Some of the beauties of heaven from aristocratic families and noble families were very excited, as if they were nymphomaniacs, and rushed towards the Seventh City.
Zhang Ruochen, the descendant of time and space, has a layer of mystery about him. Not only is he the youngest saint in the human race, but he is also so talented that he can surpass the nine great realms and be the best in the world. In addition, he also did many great things that shocked the world, making all the creatures of the beast clan and the undead blood clan fearful.
"Zhang Ruochen's name is well-known to every household, but there are very few people who have seen his true form.
Such a mysterious man is naturally fatally attracted to young women. When they heard that Zhang Ruochen had come to the Central Imperial City, those beauties of heaven not only did not regard him as a repeat offender of the imperial court, but were very excited.
"As expected of my family's male god, he can't be any more powerful. He should give the ancient ghost-raising clan and the ancient corpse-removing clan a lesson."
"Even the Dragon Clan and the Undead Vampire Clan were beaten to the point of fear. As far as my male god is concerned, the mere Ancient Clan that raises ghosts and the Ancient Clan that exorcises corpses are naturally wiped out in a snap."
"I had already guessed that the male god would not be afraid of the imperial court and would definitely come to the Central Imperial City. He did not disappoint me. What if you could give me a chance to meet him by chance?"
"The First Saint has joined forces with Zhang Ruochen. Will they be together? Wow, so sad. One is my idol and the other is my male god. How can it be like this?"
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Zhang Ruochen stood in the crowd and immediately felt ashamed when he heard the words of the girls. He didn't expect such a painting style. It turns out that his popularity among human monks has reached such a high level, no wonder the senior brother asked him to keep a low profile.
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(Next, we have to write the most important plot. However, the child had a fever last night and did not sleep well. Today, his condition is quite bad and his head has been very dizzy.
So, if there is no update before 12 o'clock, I hope everyone can understand. Of course, Xiaoyu will try his best to write and try to write a chapter. Let me tell everyone in advance so that everyone will not have to wait again. )
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