"The Emperor is invincible—"

Countless people trembled with excitement, five hundred years.

How can you not be excited to see this legendary hero again?

Some people, even if they are like waves, are fleeting. But it is still remembered by the world, even if it is brilliant in the moment, it will always be remembered in the annals of history.

Xia Yu!

Xia Wentian!

A generation of legends, the emperor of Bai Yujing's previous generation.

will bring the declining Bai Yujing to the road of glory, and ZTE, an ancient force.

He was once the youngest emperor in China, the most legendary emperor of this era. He once killed more than a dozen emperors of the same rank with his own strength.

He once used the power of holy relics to fight in the world and kill several immortals.

He also, on the eve of the great age, died with the enemy. Since then, it has been extinct from the world.

Now, the legend is back.

His return gave Bai Yujing the confidence to win. Countless veterans burst into tears, their morale soared, and they screamed and slaughtered the surrounding enemies.

This kind of courage, this kind of spiritual leadership, not everyone can do it. Fastest update on PC:/

"You should be damned—you dare to make a move on this seat, I will knock you into the Nine Shadows, and your soul will burn for ten thousand years before it can dissipate—" Emperor Zun's disciple Jun Mo laughed and roared, his face gloomy at the moment.

Even, somewhat distorted.

Who is he?

One of the nine disciples of Emperor Zun, he is Emperor Zun's favorite apprentice.

After receiving the true inheritance of the emperor, as soon as he was born, he was worshiped and respected by all parties. Even some Da Luo Jin Immortals were polite to him.

It can be said that he is the proud son of heaven who was born with a golden key and a treasure of heaven and earth.

Born, a genius of the world.

His identity is incomparably noble. He is one of the true disciples of the Supreme Sect, and is also known as the Nine Holy Sons, one of the Nine Great Holy Sons.

Although he was only the ninth child, the disciples of the Emperor Zun, any of them, far surpassed the Holy Sons of other holy lands.

Among the same rank, there is almost no one who is his opponent.

However, now, he was actually crushed by Xia Yu's sword. If it weren't for the death talisman that killed him, he would have fallen.

How could he swallow this breath?

"Oh-what are you? so arrogant-"

When Xia Yu heard this, he glanced at Jun Mo and smiled.

He really didn't know who this guy was, he just slashed out with a sword just now, but he didn't expect that he couldn't help but fight.

"I'm your ancestor—"

Jun Mo snorted coldly, and a sacred mountain appeared behind him.

It was the Supreme Mountain of the Supreme Gate, exuding a magnificent momentum. The atmosphere of the primeval is pervasive, just like the prehistoric primitive, the sacred mountain that came across time and space.

Jun Moxiao's momentum skyrocketed, and his combat power far exceeded that of ordinary immortals.

Boom –

The Supreme Mountain collapsed the sky and suppressed the Eight Desolations.

Covering the sky and the sun, he crushed Xia Yu.

"Hurry back—"

The surrounding monks changed color and hurriedly dodged.

It's horrible!

Even the immortals changed color, and with this level of attack power, they were not sure to carry it.

Jun Mo smiled, he deserved to be the disciple of the emperor, and his strength was too strong. The true fairyland has the combat power of the immortals, the strength to pull out the mountains and cover the world, and the talent of heroes.

"The dragon is in the sky—"

Xia Yu sneered and shot directly.

Knock –

The golden fist mark shattered the sky in an instant.

A golden dragon roared, fueling power. The fist print traverses the sky and collides with the Supreme Mountain.

Look, very disproportionately.

However, in an instant, it pierced through the terrifying Supreme Mountain, and the power of the fist seal decreased slightly, and it smashed towards Jun Moxiao's head fiercely.

Sneering - starter

The aura of chaos pervaded, with a domineering momentum and fierce killing intent.

"Emperor Eight Styles—"

Jun Mo smiled with a hint of panic, although he was a disciple of Emperor Zun.

But in the world, almost no force dares to oppose him. So, in fact, the actual combat experience is not abundant. The usual strength is guarded by the elders of the Supreme Gate in secret, and there will be no chaos.

At this moment, I met an emperor like Xia Yu who came up from the bottom step by step.

That bloody aura, that murderous aura, made him uncomfortable.

However, after all, he is a disciple of the emperor. He reacted very quickly, and immediately used the Emperor's mastery to launch a counterattack. One after another, terrifying laws were stirring, and ancient and mysterious seals were surging.

Knock –

The fist seal collided with the Emperor Zun Eight Style, and a terrifying aftermath of the battle erupted.

"Prison Dragon—"

Boom –

Xia Yu faced the Emperor Zun Eight Style and struck another blow.

The fist seal was even more terrifying, shattering the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it was close to the front, shattering the eight-fold seal method one after another, and bombarding Jun Moxiao.

"You're looking for death—"

Jun Mo smiled and was furious, and immediately activated the battle armor on his body.

The armor exudes brilliance, not only for defense, but also for attack. Almost at the same time, he slapped it and collided with Xia Yu's fist print.

The surrounding void was shattered in an instant, turning into black holes.

Poof-

Jun Moxiao was smashed with a punch and flew out, coughing up blood.

"I didn't expect that the Xia clan still has such talents. The warm-up is over, and the Holy Son will not let you anymore. Next, it's your time of death—" Jun Moxiao looked indifferent.

Behind him, eight spears appeared.

Boom Boom Boom –

Eight black holes appeared, each facing a spear, providing a steady stream of power to the spear.

This is the result of the cooperation between the Emperor Eight Styles and weapons, and the power is incomparable.

"Emperor Eight Styles - this kind of secret technique has killed countless heroes. ”

"The Supreme Gate's supreme secret technique can compete with the Heavenly Emperor's secret technique. ”

"Emperor Venerable once used this secret technique to kill a Holy Ancestor—"

People exclaimed that this secret technique was too powerful.

It's so famous!

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is famous for all eternity.

The emperor of the Central Continent was once a famous young man Tianjiao in the mythological era. Now that his strength is superb, overlooking the world, his disciples will copy the path of his youth and be invincible in the world.

"Do you hear that? It's too late to surrender now. This Holy Son gives you a chance, as long as you take the initiative to send a wisp of divine soul and be a slave of this Holy Son. This Son can spare your life. ”

Jun Mo laughed, he really felt that he was at the peak of his life at this moment.

The reason why he lost just now was that he underestimated the enemy and did not use weapons. Now, he has cast the strongest secret technique, and he will definitely be able to destroy Xia Yu with one move.

However, if you accept the heirs of Emperor Xia as slaves.

What a scenery it will be, it will definitely go down in history and replicate the invincible tradition of the emperor.

"You now kneel down and call Grandpa three times. Grandpa may be able to spare your life, otherwise—the so-called disciple of the Emperor Zun will go to see Hades—" The first shot

When Xia Yu heard this, he smiled directly.

Choke –

The Great Destruction Sword glowed, and the Nine Heavens were high above, and the ancient sound of chanting came out.

Ten continents rise and fall, thick and powerful.

"Looking for death—"

"Kill!"

Both of them bombarded each other with crazy killing intent.

Woooo

The eight styles of the Emperor Zun composed of eight spears formed a formation, and the eight forces complemented each other, bursting out with a power far exceeding that of the eight spears, exuding an invincible momentum.

Everywhere I went, everything turned to ashes.

Nine days and ten earths were stirring, Xia Yu's sword light pierced the eternity, and collided with the Emperor's Eight Styles.

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