Chapter 257: Fighting Situ Ming!

Plains of Death, a slope.

Rows of well-dressed warriors with sharp weapons in their hands stood neatly around the slope, and ten columns stood with hundreds of people, just a thousand people.

The terrifying aura that was like a substance turned into a murderous aura that soared into the sky, surrounding them, making them as terrifying as killing gods.

Among the thousand warriors, there were dozens of warriors who were fully armed and had an even more powerful aura, standing apart and standing closely beside a young man.

That young man, with a very characteristic pointed nose, was none other than the Nine Emperor Princes of the Zhenwu Dynasty, Situ Ming.

"Nine Emperor Princes, what to do with those captives?"

A warrior glanced at the more than seventy soldiers of the Zhantian Legion on the ground, who were seriously injured and captured, and asked Situ Ming for instructions.

"It is really hard to understand the hatred in my heart that I dare to break into the misty forest and destroy the deployment made by the third brother, and kill them like this. ”

Situ Ming's face was gloomy.

Fortunately, his third brother went to Fu Demon City, otherwise he would definitely be severely reprimanded.

"Nine Emperor Princes, I remember that there seems to be a large-scale bloodthirsty ant cave in this area. ”

A warrior with cold eyes came up to offer advice.

"Bloodthirsty ants, tie them all to a stake, and I'll let them live to taste what it's like to be eaten by billions of bloodthirsty ants. ”

Situ Ming sneered and ordered.

"Yes!"

When the soldier heard this, he waved his hand, and the commander was dozens of soldiers, ready to move.

"Nine Emperor Princes, there are warriors approaching us in the direction of the Mass Grave Ridge. ”

But at this moment, a perceiving martial artist hurriedly rushed up the slope to report to Situ Ming.

"Did you move in to rescue the soldiers so soon, and how many people were there?"

Situ Ming was stunned for a moment, and then sneered, it just so happened that he couldn't kill enough.

"Only one person!"

The perceiving warrior replied.

"A person, you report a fart. ”

Situ Ming's cheeks twitched and he scolded angrily.

"But he was very fast, far ahead of the captain. ”

The body of the senser trembled, and he hurriedly said.

"Faster than the captain of the clan?"

Situ Ming was slightly surprised.

The characters who can become the commander of the thousand, whether it is cultivation or martial arts, are basically the best in the same rank.

The characters who are far faster than them are either superior in physical skills or extremely powerful.

In the next moment, Situ Ming also seemed to have sensed something, and turned his head sharply and looked in the direction where the Mass Grave Ridge was located.

After a few breaths, the more than 1,000 warriors were also aware of it and looked at it together.

I saw that on the distant plain, a figure appeared like lightning.

After a few flickers, they were only a hundred feet away.

"Huh, a teenager?"

Among the Zhenwu Dynasty warriors at the front, one of the warriors stared at him, and after seeing Wang Yang's face clearly, he immediately sighed lightly.

"That kid, why does he look like the guy who spread the word some time ago?"

Beside Situ Ming, a martial artist at the peak of his innate nature also saw Wang Yang's face clearly, and his expression suddenly moved, and he actually recognized Wang Yang's identity.

Although Wang Yang killed more than a thousand innate martial artists that day, he still escaped a lot.

Wang Yang's portrait has long been familiar to the warriors of the Zhenwu Dynasty and the Great Yan Dynasty.

"Are you sure?"

The corners of Situ Ming's eyes jumped, and his eyes were filled with extremely strong killing intent.

What happened in the mass grave ridge some time ago made him feel a great shame.

If it weren't for his special identity and his inability to dispatch at will, he would have rushed to the mass grave ridge a long time ago.

"You can't go wrong. ”

The martial artist looked at Wang Yang, who was gradually slowing down, and nodded affirmatively.

"Are you here to save them...... Hmph! I dare to come alone, I am really arrogant to the limit, do you think that if you comprehend the sword momentum, you are really invincible in the territory!"

The sneer on Situ Ming's face was even worse.

He stepped out of the protection of those soldiers, walked to the front of the slope, and looked coldly at Wang Yang, who was getting closer and closer.

"Nine Emperor Princes, there are still people behind him, listening to the footsteps, at least more than two hundred. ”

The perceiving martial artist came up again and said to Situ Ming.

"Array, these two hundred people, none of them are allowed to let go, if there is another mistake, they will be dealt with by military law!"

Situ Ming's ten fingers of his hands were crackled, and his voice was full of murderous intent.

"Yes!"

Immediately, the warriors who were originally surrounding them sat neatly and opened up in columns, with an amazing momentum.

"The Prince?"

When he was still more than thirty zhang away from the Zhenwu Dynasty and the others, Wang Yang stopped and swept his cold eyes over Situ Ming and the others opposite.

When he saw Situ Ming wearing the prince's seven dragon robes, his eyebrows moved slightly, but he didn't expect that a prince would appear among the people chasing this time.

"What's the matter? Rushing in with a fierce momentum, and now I'm too scared to move?"

Situ Ming stepped forward a few feet from the soldiers in the formation, and confronted Wang Yang from afar, and sneered coldly.

"I heard that in this generation of the Zhenwu Dynasty, there are only nine princes, seeing that your cultivation is so weak, presumably, it is the Nine Emperor Princes at the bottom. ”

Wang Yang's gaze moved away from those seriously injured Zhantian Legion soldiers, looked at Situ Ming, who was staring at him with murderous intent on his face, and chuckled.

"At the bottom?"

Situ Ming's eyelids jumped suddenly.

It is true that he is the last prince, but the ranking of princes is based on the time of birth, and when they are ranked according to their strength.

"It's quite neat, but I don't know your strength...... Is it that powerful. ”

Before the words fell, Situ Ming, whose face was extremely gloomy, suddenly burst out.

With a distance of tens of zhang, even an ordinary innate martial artist only needs two breaths, let alone Situ Ming, who is a prince.

The moment he rushed out, Situ Ming's figure suddenly turned into an aurora, and he appeared in front of Wang Yang with one step.

"Heaven Shattering Divine Palm!"

Strands of majestic and pure cyan true qi condensed on Situ Ming's palms, condensing into two cyan handprints.

With Situ Ming's hands swinging, they immediately turned into two blue lights, and they bombarded Wang Yang who was close at hand like lightning.

Boom!

In the next moment, two violent crashes rang out.

The cyan handprint burst and turned into an extremely terrifying cyan wind, raging in all directions.

The earth and rocks on the ground flew together, and countless stones were instantly shattered into pieces by the cyan energy, and the sharpness was terrifying.

"Sure enough, it is a sword momentum, and it has reached the point of late-stage completion...... This kid, we must not let him leave alive today, otherwise he will be the next Yan Tianwu!"

Feeling the sword momentum in front of Wang Yang, turning into an invisible wall and blocking the two true qi handprints, Situ Ming's gaze became deeper and deeper.

Although he had heard about it, when he saw it with his own eyes, he was still extremely shocked, and at the same time, the killing intent in his heart was even worse.

Being able to send and receive so freely, condensing the sword momentum into a wall of sword momentum, this level of complexity can only be achieved in the later stage.

Even those swordsmen who have been famous for many years, few of them have stepped into the realm of sword momentum in the later stage, but they didn't expect that Wang Yang, who was only in his teens, had already reached it.

This shocked and rejoiced Situ Ming, who was naturally fortunate that he met Wang Yang today and was able to kill Wang Yang before he grew up.

"Sword Momentum: Condensing Sword!"

With a cold light flashing in his eyes, Wang Yang made a move.

The wall of sword momentum in front of him suddenly dispersed, turning into an invisible giant sword of more than ten zhang, with the terrifying power of slashing the sky, and slashed towards Situ Ming......