Chapter 289: Hearing the Truth in the Morning Is Enough to Die in the Evening, Fighting Against Emperor Yuan Through the Air with Sword Wheel
Ask Emperor Yuan Meng to die!
One sentence was like a sharp blade coming out of its sheath, pouring directly into the sky, penetrating the heaven and earth, and vibrating inside and outside everyone's eardrums.
The world became quiet at this moment, leaving only the sound echoing between heaven and earth.
Yuan Meng's cavalry pulled the reins and stood, looking at the huge shadow of Saint Haoran standing in the air, with horror in each of his eyes.
Their trust in Emperor Yuanmeng is extreme, and can even be said to be crazy. In their minds, Emperor Yuanmeng is a god!
The old scholar in front of me actually plans to challenge Emperor Yuan Meng?
Are you asking Your Majesty to die? !
"kill!"
Someone roared angrily and drew the scimitar from his waist.
Then, all the Yuanmeng soldiers drew their sabers, straightened their necks, and roared with red faces.
The sound exploded like the sound of terrifying waves gathering together!
It exploded across the wilderness, thrilling!
Countless military forces gathered and intertwined to form a bloody God of War. What a terrifying military force it was. The military force gathered by the first army in the world took shape...
If Ye Longsheng, Di Zang and others saw this, they would all sigh. They are worthy of being the number one Yuanmeng cavalry in the world. Even the Ye family army can produce such a military force.
Facing the Yuanmeng Iron Cavalry, the three armies of the Ye Family Army, Qingmian Army, and Zhong Family Army must be united to have a chance to compete.
If there is another Flying Tiger Army, there will be a chance of victory.
But war is never about military strength on paper. Many on-the-spot performances and the influence of top players will affect the outcome.
But paper strength is also a criterion for evaluating the strength of the army.
Boom boom boom!
Pang Ji could no longer see clearly the appearance of the person. It was as if he were a saint. His whole person was as bright as the sun. Every inch of his skin and flesh was glowing with light. It was extremely dazzling, like the bright sun.
He borrowed so much awe-inspiring power that his physical body could not bear it, let alone used it to summon the power of Confucian and Taoist saints.
At this moment, Pang Ji's Qi machine was improving and constantly breaking the upper limit.
In the end, he even broke through the eleventh realm.
You must know that Pang Ji was only in the early stage of the Ten Realms and One Disaster, and he did not have the invincible power of An Le to use burning and blessing. He simply relied on Haoran's power to achieve this level.
It can be said...it's quite amazing.
boom!
Pang Ji raised his hand and drew a circle, and suddenly a huge tornado appeared on the ground.
Immediately, two queues of Yuan Meng's cavalry charged forward unbelievingly. They collided with the tornado and rolled in the tornado. The two queues were directly scattered by the tornado. They were swept away and fell apart. .
However, Yuan Meng's cavalry are not cowards.
Perhaps Pang Ji's words just now, asking Emperor Yuanmeng to die, stimulated these Yuanmeng soldiers.
One by one, they rushed towards Pang Ji crazily, not afraid of death, and it could even be said that they wanted to die with Pang Ji!
Under such emotion, the Military God of War became even more terrifying. As the army advanced, the Military God of War waved the bloody long sword in his hand towards the radiant Confucian and Taoist saint.
winter!
A palm emerged out of thin air and collided with the bloody sword, causing ripples of energy to explode.
The bloody long knife was actually held in the palm of light.
This is the military god of war of the Yuanmeng army!
Even at this moment, no one is controlling this military force, but the power it explodes is also very terrifying. It is not a problem to conquer a city, and it can even be suppressed by the ordinary Eleventh Realm.
However, at this moment, not only was Pang Ji not suppressed, he was even... counter-suppressed!
boom!
Waves of tyrannical Qi burst out, and the great road loomed. It was obviously a strong man from the Tenth Realm who had taken action.
Among the army, the strong men of the ten realms came forward in person and came hand in hand.
The three new marshals, Tu Lei, Sange, and a newly promoted marshal, the Yuanmeng strongman Tiebi, who was blessed by the power of the dragon vein of the Yuanmeng emperor, and the five-element talisman general.
The eight powerful men of the ten realms were like eight pillars of light reaching into the sky in the Yuanmeng army.
The military strength of the Yuanmeng army suddenly improved and stabilized, making the Yuanmeng army even more terrifying!
Pang Ji's eyes were shining, his black hair was flying, and he looked countless years younger.
He didn't care which strong men Yuan Meng sent out. His purpose was to defeat Yuan, to forgive his sins, and to show his due glory in the last moments of his life.
Therefore, no matter who his opponent is, whether he can fight Emperor Yuan Meng or not, he will do his best.
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Within the chariot.
All was quiet.
Pictures of the outside world were reflected in the sky above the palace, clearly showing Pang Ji who had arrived to extradite the Confucian and Taoist saint.
"Your Majesty...Pang Ji actually summoned a Confucian and Taoist saint...Does your Majesty want to fight with him?"
Boyan shook his feather fan slightly and couldn't help but ask.
"I feel that Confucian and Taoist saints still need some respect. This Pang Ji is a borrowed saint from Haoran. He borrows and returns the saint, so Pang Ji's state will definitely not last too long. It is a bit similar to Zhao Huangting's burning. After Nirvana is over, this Pang Ji will definitely die."
Boyan saw everything clearly.
Emperor Yuanmeng laughed. He sat on the chair, his eyes shining brightly.
Slowly stood up: "Yes, it's borrowed Haoran. You have to pay it back, and you have to pay it back eventually, so... this state won't last long."
"The Confucian and Taoist saints are so powerful. Unfortunately, this old man... cannot fully realize the power of the Confucian and Taoist saints. What a pity."
There were nine dragon shadows interweaving on the body of the Yuan Meng Emperor.
Bo Yan was stunned when he heard this, and immediately understood the Yuan Meng Emperor's plan.
"Your Majesty, are you planning to fight him?"
"Why not?"
The Yuan Meng Emperor even had a few words of excitement.
"But... if something unexpected happens, then... after all, he is a Confucian and Taoist saint." Boyan still has awe for the Confucian and Taoist saints, because he himself is also a scholar, and he knows very well that the Confucian and Taoist saints are very powerful.
"It's just a ray of will, not a real Confucian and Taoist saint." The Yuan Meng Emperor shook his head, full of regret.
"If I want to really reach the peak, I can't be afraid of fighting. I need to climb over mountains one by one."
"If even the Confucian and Taoist saints don't dare to challenge, how dare I challenge the Saint Master?"
The Yuan Meng Emperor laughed, and his voice became louder and louder.
Boyan heard this and was helpless. He already understood in his heart.
He did not persuade him anymore. He even knew that continuing to persuade him would be a great disrespect and a lack of trust in the Yuan Meng Emperor.
Boyan personally walked out of the carriage.
The Yuan Meng Emperor followed closely behind him.
As soon as the Yuan Meng Emperor stepped out of the carriage, his spirit was filled with clouds, and the nine phantoms of the dragons behind him danced wildly.
The dancing phantoms of the dragons confronted the phantom of the saint emitting brilliant white light.
The Yuan Meng Emperor was full of excitement.
In the years when he stood as the number one in the world, the only one who could really put pressure on him was the Saint Master.
He always wanted to challenge the Saint Master, but he didn't do it.
In today's era, there are more and more strong people who can put pressure on him.
Even in the human world, there are many.
Anle and Zhao Xianyou, the reincarnation of Zhenwu.
And now, there is another Confucian and Taoist saint.
The Yuan Meng Emperor... is very happy!
He can have a good fight!
"Please let me die?"
"If the Confucian and Taoist saints come in person, that's fine. The saint you summoned with Haoran, or borrowed Haoran... can't do it."
The Yuan Meng Emperor was burly, his words were domineering, his hair was flying, and he looked at Pang Ji, who was shrouded in light, and said calmly.
Pang Ji smiled: "We'll know if we can do it after a fight."
He raised his hand and swung it in a circle, and a tornado appeared in the sky and the earth. That was a change in the celestial phenomenon. The tornado became thicker and thicker, blowing the Yuan Meng army on the ground, and some of them swayed left and right.
The Yuan Meng Emperor took a step forward and appeared in the tornado in an instant, letting the tornado hit his body. He was fearless and gently opened his hands to both sides.
The tornado exploded immediately.
Strength and dominance were displayed to the extreme in the Yuan Meng Emperor at this moment.
The Yuan Meng Emperor... had the most perfect physical body and extremely powerful spiritual cultivation.
In terms of spiritual and physical cultivation, they have reached the extreme of the human world.
He even refined the nine dragon veins in the Central Plains and stepped into the eleventh realm.
Even Anle did not dare to say that he could defeat the Yuan Meng Emperor, so Anle had been looking forward to the moment of fighting with the Yuan Meng Emperor.
Today, he was the first to see how strong the Yuan Meng Emperor was.
The tornado was torn apart, extremely domineering.
The Yuan Meng Emperor's blood was shaking all over his body. He did not even use the power of the origin, just looking directly at the Confucian and Taoist saints who were shrouded in the aura.
"Let's fight!"
Bang!
The Yuan Meng Emperor disappeared on the spot and swept through thousands of troops in an instant. That was not the space transfer that Anle was good at, but the performance displayed at the extreme speed.
This speed is too fast!
A white line appeared between heaven and earth, and slowly the white line spread out. It was a lingering opportunity, as if it turned into a straight cloud layer, which lasted for a long time in the blue sky.
The Confucian and Taoist saint raised his arms and blocked in front of him. The next moment, the space around him suddenly cracked, as if it had turned into a concave vacuum.
The Yuan Meng Emperor appeared and punched the Confucian and Taoist saint's overlapping palms.
From extreme movement to extreme stillness!
The Yuan Meng Emperor raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Pang Ji's saint phantom to take his punch. The power of this punch was the real eleventh realm, and the power was domineering and unparalleled.
Boom!
The Yuan Meng Emperor didn't believe in evil. The power in his fist surged again. In an instant, the space exploded completely, and he insisted on smashing the saint's phantom into the void and being crushed by the turbulent flow.
It was as if he wanted to exile the Confucian and Taoist saint with one punch.
However, Pang Ji's shadow overlapped to block the punch of the Yuan Meng Emperor, his lower body stabbed hard in the original place, and his upper body crashed into the void. The overlapping palms turned into a palm to block the punch, and the palms turned into claws, retreating and pressing on the Yuan Meng Emperor's fist, trying to deflect the force of the punch and take a road of four ounces to move a thousand pounds.
Who is the Yuan Meng Emperor? How could he be easily deflected by the power?
One leg was bent, the knee was pushed out, and it hit Pang Ji's abdomen hard, trying to smash Pang Ji's body into pieces, but Pang Ji retracted his palms, and the two palms overlapped like duckweed, blocking the knees and sticking to the Yuan Meng Emperor.
The saint's shadow opened his mouth, as if there was a sudden thunder and lightning, and hit the Yuan Meng Emperor hard. The Yuan Meng Emperor, who was resisting the thunder and lightning, straightened his knees and swung out with one leg, trying to break Pang Ji's waist.
The two of them collided with their most primitive bodies, fighting and colliding continuously. The space was broken inch by inch, and the two of them entered the triple void, with countless space storms sweeping.
No one expected that the coming of the Confucian and Taoist saints would lead to such a fierce battle with the Yuan Meng emperor.
Zuo Xiang Boyan could not hold back his feather fan, which showed that he was a little uneasy in his heart.
On the other side, Tu Lei, Sange and Tie Bi, the three marshals of the Ten Realms, were extremely nervous.
However, this battle is not something they can get involved in.
"Can your Majesty win?"
"Your Majesty is invincible!"
"But the other party is a Confucian and Taoist saint after all..."
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The voices of the three people's exchanges were intertwined. Although they trusted Emperor Yuanmeng very much, they felt a little embarrassed when they thought that Pang Ji actually summoned a Confucian and Taoist saint.
After all, the shadow of a person's famous tree, how Confucian and Taoist saints exist, they are the ancestors among scholars whose names have been passed down through the years!
Anle watched the battle from the perspective of a war puppet.
I want to see the depth of Emperor Yuanmeng from this battle and see how far Emperor Yuanmeng has come in the eleven realms.
Although Anle can now kill the seventh-turn Immortal Lord, he is not 100% sure of defeating Emperor Yuanmeng...
But looking at it today, it turned out that Emperor Yuanmeng was indeed different from the ordinary origin sages.
"Second Master, I'm afraid I'm going to lose."
In Jiangzhou City, Anle shook his head and sighed slightly.
Surprising but not surprising.
Even if the Confucian sage is summoned, unless the Confucian sage comes in person, if he wants to defeat Emperor Yuan Meng, unless Master Pang Ji himself is also a strong man of origin, and can carry more power of the Confucian sage with his original power.
Unfortunately, after all, Pang Ji's own foundation was too weak.
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Lin'an Mansion, inside the Peach Blossom Courtyard.
Zhao Xianyou put his hands behind his back, his eyes as deep as the stars, looking across a long distance, looking at the scene where Pang Ji summoned the Confucian and Taoist saints to fight against Emperor Yuan Meng.
Even someone as powerful as Zhao Xianyou still paid attention to Emperor Yuanmeng.
Because he knew very well that the enemy of Shengxian Land was not just Anle, Emperor Yuanmeng... was also a formidable enemy.
"One is for refining the Mountain and River Cauldron, and the other is for refining the Dragon Vein of the Middle Earth..."
"interesting."
"Such two will have a battle sooner or later, but they chose to join forces to deal with Shengxian Land."
Zhao Xianyou smiled, and a breeze blew by, picking up the petals of the peach blossoms that had fallen from the tree. He picked up a petal of the peach blossom and murmured softly.
"Judging from this battle, Emperor Yuanmeng's talent is equally extraordinary. Although not as good as Anle, he was the first to step into the eleventh realm. After refining the Dragon Vein of the Middle Earth... he is somewhat of a threat."
"But in comparison, the threat to An Le is greater."
"If Emperor Yuan Meng only has this ability..."
"He will eventually lose to Anle."
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boom!
!
The space was like broken glass, instantly filled with torn spider webs. The spider webs were intertwined space cracks, and the dark turbulence could be clearly seen through the cracks.
The shadowy figures of Emperor Yuanmeng and Confucian and Taoist saints retreated from it one after another.
But he saw that Emperor Yuanmeng was unscathed, and his energy and blood continued to burn and rise like smoke.
On the other side, the shadow of the Confucian saint became much more blurry, as if it was about to dissipate.
The winner seems to have been decided.
Pang Ji's deep laughter came from the mouth of Confucian Sage Xuying.
"Emperor Yuan Meng is indeed worthy of his reputation. He is so powerful. No wonder some people are afraid of you. Just hearing your name will make you so scared that you lose your opinion."
"It's a pity that I can't really ask you to die. However, someone in this world will eventually ask you to die."
"The power of the Middle Earth Dragon Vein that you refined does not belong to you, and what does not belong to you will eventually be spit out."
Pang Ji smiled.
He turned around and looked in the direction where the war puppet was floating.
"Mr. An, thank you again for your gift. This Haoran will never go back."
Pang Ji smiled bitterly.
At this moment, he was left with only light and shadow, completely energized. As the light and shadow of the Confucian saint changed, it also meant that Pang Ji was approaching the end of his life.
When the light and shadow completely fade away, it means Pang Ji's death.
Zhan Puppet was expressionless, but Pang Ji didn't care.
The conflict between him and Anle... still exists after all.
However, he felt much better if he could receive the support of An Le at the end of his life when he was forgiven and repented.
Everything today... becomes meaningful.
He can walk more calmly and no longer have too much burden.
In the distance, the strong men of Yuanmeng saw Emperor Yuanmeng walking out of the void battlefield safely, and they immediately raised their scimitars and shouted loudly, which was a celebration for the strong man.
Pang Ji looked at the cheering Yuanmeng cavalry and smiled.
"Barbarians."
Pang Ji said disdainfully.
The next moment, he began to recite the article. Every word in the article emerged and condensed in the air, jumping like a knife!
The words contain killing, sweeping like a knife!
Unfortunately, Pang Ji's Confucian sage energy was only enough for him to read a thousand-word article, and he was completely drained.
boom!
This is the power of following your words.
Sweeping out with a bang, it swept towards the army below.
Emperor Yuanmeng frowned, his figure flashed, his whole body vibrated with energy and blood, and the tyrannical original power surged out, like a big net, trying to capture all the words.
However, these words passed him lightly, as if they were in a different space and level from him.
Puff puff!
On the battlefield, blood suddenly splattered!
In Yuan Meng's army, no matter how strong or weak their cultivation level is, no matter how powerful they are, as long as they are locked by the word Rudao, their lives will be taken away, their heads will be chopped off, and their souls will be destroyed.
In just a moment, a thousand people died!
But, only a thousand people died.
Many soldiers in the Yuan Meng Iron Cavalry stared with wide eyes, watching their comrades being beheaded, watching their heads fall, watching the blood spray all over their faces.
The scholar... his mouth is like a knife, so vicious!
A thousand comrades died in a flash, which was a big loss for the Yuan Meng Iron Cavalry.
Of course, the impact was also great. This was not the kind of two armies fighting each other and dying in battle, but the lives were harvested inexplicably by the floating words.
"Hahaha!"
"Hearing the truth in the morning, dying in the evening is enough."
Harvesting thousands of lives.
Pang Ji's body was so thin that it was almost like a wisp of thin smoke. He opened his mouth and laughed wildly. At this moment, it seemed that his nature was released and he turned into a crazy scholar.
"Mr. An, it's not good for the world to fall into the hands of Yuan Meng, nor is it good for the world to fall into the hands of the immortals in heaven."
"This is the best and worst era. The eternal night is coming quietly, covering the world. Mr. An, I hope the world can be in your hands... forever shining with light."
Ji Ren then brushed off his clothes and left, willing to be a disciple of a man.
At this moment, Pang Ji seemed to have put down all the shackles, relaxed, and dissipated between heaven and earth.
He did it to defeat Yuan.
He also did it to atone for his sins.
The world was silent.
The Yuan Meng Emperor had a gloomy face. He didn't expect that Pang Ji would still use such a mysterious technique when his life was coming to an end. He killed a thousand of his soldiers in a flash.
This caught him off guard, of course, he also reacted.
But he rarely confronted the Confucian saints, and he had never expected this method, nor did he have a way to counter it. He could only watch thousands of people die and go on the road with Pang Ji.
This loss was very boring.
Scholars, as expected, are not good people.
They disgust people even when they die, their hearts are really dirty.
The Yuan Meng Emperor looked at the thousands of dead people below, and the Yuan Meng army whose momentum was damaged. There was a surge of anger in his heart. He raised his arm, and murderous intent rolled in.
"The sour scholar from Lin'an killed so many of our brothers. This hatred can only be washed away with blood. The blood of our Yuan Meng warriors cannot be shed in vain!"
"Kill!"
The Yuan Meng Emperor shouted loudly.
The words were like thunder rolling in the sky, resounding in the ears of every soldier of the Yuan Meng army.
Tu Lei, Sango and Tie Bi were the first to react. The power of dragon veins intertwined in their bodies, and dragon roars were accompanied by roars: "The blood of the grassland warriors cannot be shed in vain. Conquer Da Zhao and commemorate the grassland warriors!"
Roar, roar, roar!
The roar exploded instantly, and it continued into a shocking wave!
Emperor Yuan Meng looked at the army that had regained its strength. Pang Ji wanted to weaken the Yuan Meng army with this move. However, as long as Emperor Yuan Meng was in charge, the Yuan Meng army would never weaken!
Emperor Yuan Meng knew about this loss.
He would be more careful next time he faced a scholar.
With a glance, Emperor Yuan Meng's eyes fell on the war puppet.
Emperor Yuan Meng recognized this puppet, it was An Le's puppet. On this puppet, Emperor Yuan Meng felt a deep sense of familiarity.
Looking at the war puppet, his body disappeared instantly.
A white line appeared between heaven and earth. When it appeared again, Emperor Yuan Meng had already appeared above the war puppet.
Boom!
Emperor Yuan Meng stretched out a palm, trying to capture the war puppet.
The huge palm was completely condensed by the source energy, covering the sky and the sun, huge.
The war puppet glanced at it, and the silver light bloomed brilliantly. That was the space avenue.
He wanted to plunder it instantly.
However, before the palm of Emperor Yuan Meng fell, his body had already appeared in front of the war puppet, his blood and qi shook, and the power of nine dragon veins swept through, blocking the space.
"Ten realms and three disasters."
"Is this your current cultivation level, An Le?"
Emperor Yuan Meng looked at the war puppet, looked into its eyes, and said deeply.
He sensed the cultivation level of the war puppet, and there was no doubt that the cultivation level of the war puppet and An Le were synchronized.
"However, although you are only at the level of ten realms and three disasters, you are not weak against the origin realm at all. You may be a greater threat to me, stronger than the phantom of the Confucian saint."
"It's a pity that your real body has not come, and you and I can't really fight."
"The situation in the human world has come to this point, and it's time to distinguish who it belongs to."
The burly body of Emperor Yuan Meng continued to surge with blood and qi, and said indifferently.
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Jiangzhou City
Anle sat in the tavern and ordered two more pots of wine. He drank by himself, and smiled after drinking a glass of wine: "Your Majesty is right. The world should indeed be divided into a group. When you and I conquer the immortal land, it will be almost... the time for you and me to fight."
"I have been preparing for that battle for a long time. I hope Your Majesty will not let me down when the time comes."
Anle said softly.
The rain outside the tavern was getting heavier, but it could not cover Anle's voice at all.
The voices seemed to be transmitted synchronously.
It came from the mouth of the war puppet.
...
"Disappoint you?"
The Yuan Meng Emperor chuckled: "I admire your confidence very much, just like when you dared to swing a sword at me before the Yuan Meng capital with your extremely insignificant cultivation."
"I didn't expect that in such a short time, you would rise to such a great momentum...If I had insisted on killing you, there might not be so many waves in the world, and King Yang Di would not have died in your hands."
Regarding the death of King Yangzhai, Emperor Yuan Meng still deeply remembered that this was an irresolvable contradiction between the two.
Zhan Puppet smiled and conveyed the words of peace, and said: "There are so many ifs. Since the years have passed, how can it be so easy to look back?"
He is the only one who can control the flow of time. If he wants to go back to the past... maybe he is the only one who can be happy.
"I'm very curious, how did you become stronger so quickly? To such an extent?"
Emperor Yuan Meng looked at Zhan Puppet and asked.
Above the sky, the huge palm covering the sky is still falling.
But underneath, one person and one puppet were talking to each other.
Emperor Yuanmeng was really curious as to why Anle became so strong...
Doesn’t the improvement of cultivation level require common sense?
Emperor Yuanmeng was extremely talented, and it took him a long time to reach the perfection of the ten realms.
In an era when spiritual practice is exhausted, Anle can continue to break through like a miracle.
This kind of monster is curious and difficult for even him to understand, as if someone is helping him?
"Is the Holy Master helping you to improve your cultivation? The Holy Master needs you to fight against Gu?"
Emperor Yuanmeng asked.
When Anle heard this, she couldn't help laughing.
"It's not just the teachers who have helped me. In fact, His Majesty has also helped me a lot."
Anle said.
Emperor Yuanmeng was startled. He found that what Anle said was not adulterated at all. In other words, Anle really felt that Emperor Yuanmeng had provided a lot of help?
boom!
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However, it was too late to ask again.
The huge palm has fallen.
A wave of sword intent suddenly erupted from the war puppet.
"Your Majesty, improve yourself and don't stop, otherwise... you will be surpassed and in the end, completely defeated."
An Le's voice came out of Zhan Puppet's mouth again, and these were An Le's last words!
Buzz!
!
The next moment, a loud sword chant burst out!
Two sword energies burst out from the body of the war puppet, one empty and one real, one yin and one yang!
Virtual and real sword energy!
Yin Yang Sword Wheel!
A virtual and real sword energy turned into a yin and yang sword wheel!
The palm of Emperor Yuan Meng's hand was cut open instantly!
The space sealed by the power of the nine dragon veins was also blocked, and the space energy exploded, extremely bright and dazzling.
The figure of the war puppet disappeared directly in the brilliant silver light.
Emperor Yuanmeng did not stop him.
Because, the Yin Yang Sword Wheel was crushing towards him.
Emperor Yuanmeng looked at the sword wheel that was crushing and slashing...
This can be regarded as a real confrontation between him and Anle, even if it is only from a distance...
Make a fist and push horizontally!
Behind the scenes, the power of nine dragon veins roared! Flying and dancing wildly!
A terrifying explosion exploded in the sky.
The Yuanmeng army, which had been mobilized with enthusiasm by Emperor Yuanmeng, and the nine ten-level experts, including Boyan, were horrified and looked over in silence.
Then he saw Emperor Yuan Meng colliding with the huge sword wheel that looked like a millstone covering the sky.
What kind of terrifying sword energy does that mean, and there are strong men coming to attack?
Boyan's hand holding the feather fan trembled... He sensed that the sword energy in the sword wheel came from Anle.
Anle...is it already so scary? !
Just a lingering sword energy, can it have such power? !
After a long time, the terrifying sword energy slowly dissipated between heaven and earth.
The burly body of Emperor Yuanmeng stood in the air.
Looking at the war puppet who was wrapped up in the energy of the space avenue and disappeared without a trace, a touch of solemnity and... confusion gradually appeared in his eyes.
He slowly raised his hand.
On the surface of the fist, there is a lake of flesh and blood, and there are golden bones.
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