Ge Tianqing couldn't imagine that Ziqin didn't attack as soon as he came up, but instead used words to squeeze him and those soldiers.

You must know that both the Tuyuan Kingdom and the Wolong Empire have no scruples about the collusion between the nobles and the army, just because all things like rebellions in history start with the collusion between the nobles and the army.

In the front yard, the atmosphere suddenly became solemn, Ge Tianqing's face began to be cloudy, and a feeling of regret rolled in Ge Tianqing's heart, if he had known that Ziqin would use words to squeeze him, he would have ordered the army to attack directly at the beginning, and would never let Ziqin have a chance to speak.

However, at this point, it is useless for Ge Tianqing to regret it.

His eyes rolled, and his mind raced to think about what to do with the matter in front of him.

It's just that Ziqin doesn't want to give this nobleman any more time.

After shouting, Ziqin's figure suddenly disappeared in place, and then appeared beside Ge Tianqing.

Short-distance spatial cutting and manoeuvring are now extremely smooth for Ziqin.

Powerful oppression suddenly appeared beside Ge Tianqing, and the momentum seemed to carry the thoughts of some kind of superior, and it seemed to have been handed down from endless antiquity, and it was the pinnacle and most noble place of human beings.

Ge Tianqing's gaze suddenly changed, and he turned his head to look at Ziqin beside him in disbelief.

At this time, Ziqin's expression was still flat, but this blandness already had an indescribable momentum, it seemed that the gods on top looked at the blandness of the world, and it seemed that so many people in front of him were not even qualified to let him take a closer look.

Momentum, oppression. The power, the continuous overlap, circulation, and overlap of the three, actually formed a strong and benign development in that moment.

Ge Tianqing's eyes finally showed a demonic horror.

"The Great Dragon Elephant Technique."

Ge Tianqing screamed, Ge Tianqing, who had practiced the technique of the Great Dragon Elephant since he was a child, had already practiced to the point that Mount Tai would not change color even if he jumped in front of him, but at this time, his expression was like a girl who had been raped, which showed how shocked he was in his heart.

"Correct."

Ziqin's face showed a faint smile, and suddenly a punch came out.

The furious force compressed the air and let out a series of air explosions, and Ge Tianqing kept the horror on his face and was blasted to pieces. I didn't even have a piece of minced meat left.

Ziqin's gaze was still calm. He didn't even look at the place where Ge Tianqing was standing, and after the punch was struck, his eyes had already scanned the soldiers in the front yard.

The powerful coercion spread, and the heads of those military men lowered one after another.

"Not afraid of strong enemies, there is only death."

Suddenly. A military general roared loudly. Only then did many military men wake up from Ziqin's coercion.

The sound of the sword unsheathed sounded. A trace of seemingly thin, but actually extremely tenacious energy spread along those soldiers, gradually forming a whole in the front yard. The strength of this small army, hundreds of people, miraculously condensed into a whole at this moment.

Ziqin's gaze froze slightly, revealing a rare trace of heaviness since the completion of his martial arts.

It's not because the strength of these hundreds of people in front of him is solidified into a whole, these hundreds of people are just local troops, far from the elite of the Deng Wang brothers, or the strength of hundreds of people is solidified into one, and it is impossible to threaten Ziqin.

What really made Ziqin's heart sink was that since the local army could do such a thing of condensing as one, how could the border army not be able to do it.

Moreover, the border army is only afraid that it will do better.

Soon after, Ziqin also planned to go to the north to save Zhuge Lannuo, although his 130,000 army seemed to be difficult to defeat, but it was not in Ziqin's heart.

However, if it is as in front of him, the strength of the 130,000 army is solidified into one, Ziqin can almost be sure that no one in this world can storm the military camp, don't say that he is only the beginning of the realm, even those immortal figures who have already been able to fly to the sky and the earth, and even the broken void are far from being defeated.

Suddenly, Ziqin somewhat understood why those sects in this high-martial world were so low-key.

There are thousands of sects in this world, and which sect is enough to pull out tens of thousands of disciples to form a formation, and there are definitely few of them.

But the two empires can casually pull out a million people to form a formation, and the power of millions of masters is solidified into one, just ask which sect in this world can withstand it.

Naturally not, therefore, those sects simply live in seclusion, anyway, the whole is not comparable, but the individual is far more than the empire, this empire can certainly destroy the sect, but if the sect master loses the constraints of the sect, he can also abuse and kill the top of the empire at will.

And so, a strange balance emerges.

A wry smile flashed in Ziqin's heart, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have broken a balance that shouldn't have been broken.

Individual masters, the imperial army, these should be the two extremes of mutual jealousy, and the rivers and lakes and the empire in this world don't know how long they have complied with, and they will never let the two meet, but today Ziqin has broken this taboo.

"If you want to do it with me, you deserve to do it with me."

There was a wry smile in his heart, and then he turned into boundless arrogance and nobility, what are these hundreds of people, but they are just local troops, why should this kind of army do anything with him.

He has a famous world system, and now he can use the martial arts of this main world wantonly, and he is already a martial arts genius, he only needs to look at the martial arts in this world to master, and there are several people in this world who are worthy of being his opponents.

It is the border army, even if it is in formation, how can it help him, you must know that no matter how powerful the formation is, it also needs to be able to catch the enemy, it needs to be able to trap the enemy, he has the power of space, and there are a few people in this world who can catch him and trap him.

Arrogance, extravagance, Ziqin's heart is becoming more and more confident, and the two breaths are becoming more and more intense, strictly speaking, Ziqin does have an incomparable advantage along the way in martial arts, the advantage that does not belong to this world, and it is also the advantage that Ziqin is proud enough to be proud of this world, Ziqin is born a noble person in martial arts, and the Son of Heaven is probably not born in heaven, but Ziqin's martial arts advantage does come from God.

The momentum finally climbed to the extreme, Ziqin suddenly stepped out, the space in front of him shook slightly, and the soldiers who were in formation suddenly trembled.

Dozens of soldiers in the front row had blood stains in the corners of their eyes and noses at the same time.

"Life is so fragile, but mortals always don't cherish it, how can my path be blocked by this mortal person."

Ziqin's face showed a compassionate look, but the momentum on his body was even higher, if he had to compare, Ziqin at this moment seemed to be no longer a mortal, even Nangong Fearless, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but have respect and worship in his eyes.

And with these words, Ziqin's footsteps took another step forward, and the violent air flow suddenly broke through the formation of those military men, and hundreds of military men were suddenly scattered like dead grass in the wind.

The figure stumbled slightly, Ziqin took a few steps ahead in a row, and his breathing suddenly became heavy.

There was a thoughtful look in his eyes, what caused this effect just now was definitely not any martial arts that Ziqin had cultivated in the past, nor Ziqin's own strength, but the technique of the Great Dragon Elephant.

The more aristocratic the atmosphere, the most powerful, the strongest can be as powerful as the Nine Dragons and Nine Elephants.

Fang Cai Ziqin first adjusted his momentum to the best, and then hypnotized himself to imagine that he was the pride of the heavens in this world, a nobleman who surpassed everything in this world, and a nobleman born with a mandate of heaven.

At that time, Ziqin had already felt that the power that was so strong that he could barely grasp it was constantly generated in his body, but Ziqin still did not give up.

At the last moment, Ziqin directly imagined that he was the only true god destined in this world, and he was the pinnacle martial arts god in this world in the future.

With the system, and all the advantages, Ziqin easily convinces himself that he can indeed reach that point.

However, it was this imagination that created a great problem, and as Ziqin was convinced of this, the aristocratic aura on his body had already exceeded the limits of mortals.

The last step was not what Ziqin wanted to take, but he was involuntarily stimulated by the overly strong energy, and it was the energy that poured out from that step that caused those soldiers to be shocked away.

Zi Qin didn't actually take this great dragon elephant technique to heart, and these two experiments were just done randomly, but the result made Zi Qin feel horrified.

If the power of this thing is pushed to the extreme, I am afraid that it will never be under the fifteen swords.

If the extreme of the fifteen swords is the rule of death, then the ultimate of this great dragon elephant technique is probably the rule of strength.

In the deserted suburbs outside the city, Ziqin suddenly stopped, Nangong Wuxing was slightly stunned and stopped, he wanted to ask something, but Ziqin had already sat down cross-legged.

A faint stain of blood flowed out from Ziqin's seven orifices, the power of the gods, even the power of the imaginary gods was not something that Ziqin could withstand now, and the terrifying power caused by the great dragon elephant technique was triggered to the extreme at the last moment, not only caused the small army to be defeated with one blow, but also caused Ziqin to suffer a little injury.

After breathing for a while, Zi Qinfang suppressed the boiling internal breath in his body, and then turned on the system again, and the two numbers that he didn't understand finally changed.

The original number of 1/30 finally advanced forward and became 2/30, but this change made Ziqin even more unaware of the meaning.

It is possible that every time you learn one more martial art in the main world, a number will increase, but why is the Qingfeng Sword Technique learned before not counting, and why do these two numbers appear, and what will happen when you learn thirty martial arts and make them consistent.

Suddenly, Ziqin felt that he was becoming more and more incomprehensible about the system.

Shaking his head slightly, putting the matter aside for the time being, Zi Qinfang wanted to get up and leave with Nangong Fearless, and suddenly, a strange aura appeared on his left side. (To be continued......)