Meng Chuan raised the demon suppression and blocked it above his head.

"Bang!"

The sound of swords and flesh colliding was deafening, and another gust of wind blew out violently from the place where the two fists and swords collided.

The tenacity of the demon suppression was bent at an astonishing angle under Hu Mang's fist, which made people wonder if Hu Mang's strength was greater, and the demon suppression would not be broken because of this.

However, Meng Chuan was not knocked down by this punch, and still stopped in the air steadily, his body not moving at all.

Hu Mang didn't expect that after receiving his own blow, Meng Chuan was uninjured and didn't retreat half a step.

Meng Chuan was silent, and the pure jun in his left hand swept like lightning, and quickly slashed at Hu Mang's waist.

Hu Mang didn't dodge, his body became like this, it must have been a secret method applied, Chunjun's sword fell, and he didn't immediately cut his skin. Meng Chuan felt the touch of Chunjun in his hand, as if he had been slashed on a piece of fine iron with an extremely hard texture.

A large spark burst out from Hu Mang's waist, Hu Mang was also very smart, and he didn't use his body to carry Meng Chuan's sword, his whole person flew out sideways along the force, although he was embarrassed, but at least he guaranteed that he would not be split in half by Meng Chuan's sword.

Hu Mang's huge body slammed into the ground, and the dust rose dozens of meters high.

Meng Chuan couldn't help but shake his head secretly, if the swords in his left and right hands were exchanged, and it was not Chunjun who struck Hu Mang but the demon suppressor, maybe Hu Mang was already dead at this time.

As soon as Hu Mang was shot down, Meng Chuan felt as if the sunlight above his head was obscured by some behemoth, and when he turned around, he saw another god of war holding a huge axe, cutting down on his head.

The size of this axe is like a small building, and it is similar to his own rotation Ji Ding, and the weight is amazing.

"Let you taste the power of my mountain-opening axe! Suffer death!" The god of war shouted violently, his whole body was bulging, and he used all his strength to chop down at Meng Chuan with an axe.

Meng Chuan quickly withdrew the demon suppression and Chunjun into Ji Dingzhong, and in the face of the huge battle axe, he actually stretched out a palm, as if he wanted to block it with one hand.

The god of war couldn't help but sneer when he saw this scene, and said in his heart, "You stinky boy who doesn't know how to live or die is too big, aren't you?"

Even if it is the majestic Wuyue Mountain Range, I can split it with an axe, how can your mortal body be able to stop it?

However, when this axe really slashed into Meng Chuan's palm, blood suddenly gushed out from his palm, and he really caught the axe steadily.

"Bang!"

"Click......"

Meng Chuan's body only trembled slightly, and the golden giant axe that split into his palm shattered after a loud bang.

Huge pieces of fine iron fell one after another, each of which smashed into a deep pit in the ground, showing off its unmatched weight.

"This ......"

The arms of the god of war burst into a large area of blood mist, and he seemed to have forgotten the pain, and his eyes widened in surprise.

What a terrifying physique it must be to shatter a god-level soldier with his bare hands?!

Before he could come back to his senses, Meng Chuan's figure had already disappeared in place, and flashed in front of him in the next second.

"That's all you have? It's disappointing. Meng Chuan finished speaking coldly, then stretched out his left hand and pointed at the forehead of this god of war.

A heavy blood qi was extremely thick, this god of war didn't even have room to fight back, he just raised his head to meet Meng Chuan's eyes, and his forehead was pierced by this blood qi.

Meng Chuan's blood qi directly destroyed the Divine Sea in his brain, even if he was a psychic person, he died in an instant, and his body fell from the air, and there was no more sound.

When the rest of the gods of war saw that one of their companions had died like this, their hearts were covered with a layer of fear.

Hu Mang was the first to fly up, and when he saw that a god of war had been killed by Meng Chuan, he shouted in fear and anger: "Meng Chuan!

"We are the gods of war, how can you kill them casually?!"

"Wait, we have already informed Lord Martial God, he is a feather power, and when he comes, he will definitely kill you, and you will not be able to live forever!"

......

At this time, not far from the capital, there was a very hidden formation.

This formation hides a small world, the small world is not big, there are only three acres of fertile land, and a quaint and abnormal pavilion in the sky.

In the pavilion there is a purple wood coffee table and two bunks, at this time two people are sitting here, on the coffee table is placed a pot of tea, the tea has long been cold, but no one has changed to a new pot of tea.

Two people sitting on the bunk, one of them

It seems to be Meng Hanqing who has disappeared for a while, and sitting opposite is an old man dressed in Hanfu and wearing a high bun.

Meng Hanqing gently shook the tea in his cup at this time, looking calm, in stark contrast to the old man opposite him who couldn't hide his eagerness.

At this moment, one of the eight jade pendants hanging on one wall of the pavilion shattered and turned into debris all over the ground, and the aura in it disappeared completely.

The old man stood up suddenly, and the teacup on the table was brought down by his cuffs, and he ignored the tea that had been splashed on the placket of his clothes, and the anxiety on his face was palpable.

Meng Hanqing gently lifted the teacup for the old man, of course he understood what this jade pendant represented, he couldn't help but show a faint smile on his face, raised his head and greeted the old man and said, "Senior Tang, this is just the first one, you don't have to react so much, right?"

This old man's name is Tang Wantian, and there are not many people who know his name, but as long as they know that he exists, they all respect him abnormally.

Because he also has a title, called Long Live Martial God.

At the same time, he is also the only person in the state apparatus who has the title of Martial God, and his power position is above that of the God of War, which is unique.

The so-called martial god can be crowned with the title of national warrior, which can be regarded as the façade of Huaxia except for those immortal cultivators in the super Taoist system.

Although in terms of status, Tang Wantian can almost be equated with No. 1, but in fact, he has been dormant and will only take action when the national crisis is at hand.

As for the rest of the time, most of it was the God of War Temple that he set up to work on his behalf to protect his family and country.

With this ability and identity, Tang Wantian's strength naturally doesn't need to be said, even in the Feather Realm, he is difficult to meet opponents.

It's just that at this time, facing Meng Hanqing sitting in front of him, he has no choice, because strictly speaking, Meng Hanqing's evil can no longer be measured by ordinary people.

Wu Wuji had already sent someone to Tang Wenwantian to ask for help, but Meng Hanqing suddenly came to visit and saw Tang Wantian firmly dead here.

With Meng Hanqing's question, one after another Taoist scriptures loomed outside this aerial pavilion, enclosing this place so that not even a mosquito could fly out.

This is an extremely complicated formation, so complicated that it will take Tang Wantian a lot of effort to leave, and in front of Meng Hanqing, it is even more impossible to break the formation.

If you want to leave, you must settle Meng Hanqing, but Tang Wantian doesn't have this confidence.