Jian Wuchang wore a purple dragon king mask, and the divine soldier "snake shadow" on his waist was like a touch of brilliance.

He stopped before the three.

Just the breath made the horses under the crotches of the three people dare not move.

No matter how Ji Sheng shook the whip, the horse would not move half a step.

The Son of Heaven has not yet spoken.

The other two palace masters rushed forward.

Both of them are strong people at the Tianyuan level, and they can become the guards of the Son of Heaven, so they naturally have their own abilities.

The sword net intertwined, directly covering the mysterious person who came unkindly.

The purple dragon king masked man didn't move at all.

The cold light of the sword net passed.

He was unscathed.

In fact, every sword qi emanating from his body was just the right amount of hedge against the sword net.

The power is opposite, so this sword net dissipates.

Puff!!

The heads of the two Tian Yuan powerhouses flew up.

The sword impermanence did not come out of the sword at all.

Killing these ants is like chopping vegetables and melons.

Ji Sheng looked at the purple dragon king mask and thought for a moment.

His thoughts were flying.

This is the dragon king of the dragon temple fair, and he naturally knows it as the son of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

This dragon king appeared here, and he should have called for help.

The fortune of the Son of Heaven is added, and the Dragon King guards the fortune, and the two parties are one.

But as soon as the Purple Dragon King came forward, he killed two of his own guards.

And...

Why did he appear so coincidentally?

So, he's here to intercept himself, right?

It is inferred that he was discovered by Bao Xi, and this person is in the same camp as Bao Xi.

So...

The Son of Heaven has a good brain, and he quickly deduces.

Then there was a split second reaction.

"When are you temple fairs going to stop me?"

"What is the Son of Heaven going to do?"

"What am I going to do, do I need to report it to the people of your temple fair?"

"Okay, Ji Sheng, don't pretend, I'll take you back. ”

The corners of Jian Wuchang's lips turned up, and he smiled, "You have good acting skills, maybe you are really a Mingjun, but you don't need Mingjun in this era... I'll take you back and be your tyrant well. ”

Zhou Tianzi didn't pretend anymore.

He's been recognized.

His expression was no longer irritable, but calmed down, and he quietly looked at the purple-faced Dragon King in front of him: "Can you give me a reason?"

Jian Wuchang shook his head: "No." ”

Ji Sheng asked again: "Then you betrayed the human race?"

Jian Wuchang shook his head: "No." ”

The Son of Heaven sat on the horse, the horse trembled, but the Son of Heaven showed a sad and indignant look: "I am the Son of Heaven, I have never been sorry to sit in this position!

Jian Wuchang pointed to the back and said lightly, "Please." ”

After all that is said.

Jian Wuchang frowned, and he saw a man in the distance with an ordinary appearance and an ordinary temperament, holding a blade of grass in his mouth and carrying a long knife, like an ordinary prodigal son, walking crookedly on this country road.

Every now and then he kicks the stones.

Getting closer and closer.

The prodigal son still seemed to be humming some strange little tune.

Ji Sheng also turned his head.

The prodigal son also saw the situation here.

He seemed stunned.

Then he saw the two people on the opposite side clearly, and suddenly shouted tentatively: "Son of Heaven?!"

Ji Sheng: ...

Sword Impermanence: ...

This man is probably unlucky.

Seeing this scene, he also called out the words "Son of Heaven".

Is he a fool?

The impermanence of the sword can only kill him.

You can only blame him for seeing things he shouldn't see.

But the sword impermanence has not yet moved.

The prodigal son, who was unremarkable, had already rushed over with his own sword.

While rushing, he shouted: "Bold fanatic, let go of the emperor over there!!"

He didn't draw his knife very quickly.

But among the powerhouses of the True Yuan Realm, it is already considered fast.

Ji Sheng closed his eyes in pain, he was going to kill someone again.

And Jian Wuchang was expressionless, and he didn't even look at the rushing swordsman.

Ants, he can completely ignore them.

Just crush and trample at will.

It's just that this person is really a little ridiculous, he hasn't done it yet, but he is looking for death.

Invisible sword qi escaped.

The ordinary swordsman also drew his sword.

Knife to sword qi.

Jian Wuchang looked at Ji Sheng: "Let's go, otherwise if I knock you out and take it back, it will be undignified." ”

As soon as the words fell.

He froze.

A terrifying sword light shattered his sword qi.

That sword light is nothing.

Because the knife has been blown by the fist that holds the knife!

The blade shatters and flies all over the sky!

The pitch-black fist covered with scales like a hoof, and the mist was instantaneous, approaching like light and lightning, filling his eyes and occupying his entire sight.

"it!!"

Sword Impermanence roared wildly.

Damn, what is his mood at this moment?

Obviously looking at an ant, this ant walked in front of him but turned into a monster in a blink of an eye!!

That fist was terrifying, and even if it couldn't kill him in an instant, it could seriously injure him.

Without thinking about it any longer, the seventy-six rounds of sword qi around him instantly erupted, turning into a wave of swords and blasting towards the fist.

This is a powerful killing move, with no special effect, it is a killing move that tears everything apart.

Boom Boom Boom Boom !!

The giant fist like a hoof pointed at the streamers.

The sword qi hit the reef like water, shattering one after another.

But only one sword qi was like a golden snake shadow, slamming together with the fist.

Neck and neck!

The sword retreated impermanently.

The golden wind was his mystery: a hint of the sun's wind.

While retreating, the mind moved.

The golden wind rolled and pulled, like a folding fan stretching, as if pulling out a half-foot golden galaxy, extremely bright.

"Life and death are impermanent, and early to transcendence. ”

In a deep voice.

The sword light followed him backwards and slashed forward.

Volleying into the air, the tyrant is incomparable!

Correct.

The fist blasted out, in addition to the wave of air, there was also mist.

The fog was filled.

Just as Jian Impermanence slashed out this golden sword, he was already wrapped in the mist blasted out by the giant fist.

Xia Ji clenched his fists.

Sharp blades suddenly appeared in the mist.

"Wu Yuanjian", "Divine Thought" plus "Zhu Xian".

It's like a huge mouth full of fangs.

The surface of the fog is as usual, but the internal force has turned into a sharp blade.

The blade has the bonus of Zhu Xian, and it is indestructible!

Fists clenched.

Swallow it with a huge mouth.

The purple-faced dragon king's painful wail came from the mist.

The golden light he cut down was naturally weak.

Xia Ji blasted away the sun and wind with a punch.

In the distance, the fog was shaken away.

Sword Impermanence was covered in blood, and the original arrogance and disdain had completely disappeared.

His mystical object flashed back quickly, still surrounding him, protecting him.

It's a pity that this purple-faced dragon king's left eye is covered in blood.

And the fist has arrived, and it does not give him a momentary respite at all.

In a hurry, Jian Impermanence hurriedly took out his sword.

The golden-colored sword shadow was directly swung away by Xia Ji's left fist, and his right fist was suddenly picked up and tightened!

The phantom of the emperor's robe with the distorted pitch-black sun on his forehead appeared behind him at the same time, looking at the world and being unstoppable.

"Die!!"

The terrifying true qi in the evidence of the overlord is attached at the same time.

With a fist of 400,000 true qi, who in this world can resist?!

The two fists were almost the same amplitude, and they fell violently!

Click.

The sword shattered.

The purple-faced dragon king has been blasted into minced flesh.

Distance.

Ji Sheng was also dumbfounded.

This...

My Great Zhou...

Is this a Hidden Dragon and Crouching Tiger?

No.

It's not a dragon, it's a monster.

Ji Sheng looked at the sword impermanence that was blasted into pulp, and asked respectfully, "Sir, what do you call it?"

Xia Ji said lightly: "It seems that you are already sober... Before he died, let me bring you a word. ”

The Loose King?!!

Zhou Tianzi's body froze, and he asked in a deep voice, "What?"

Xia Ji said: "He makes you not guilty, he doesn't blame you." ”

Zhou Tianzi, burst into tears.