The two swords intersected, and a crisp sword sound was released. It didn't seem to have any power, but just the aftermath formed a huge hurricane in the square, blowing everyone a little unsteadily.

Under the sword battle, the two seemed to be tied, but the emperor felt an extremely sharp true qi raging in his body, so that his right hand trembled slightly. It took all his strength to run the True Qi before it was suppressed.

Looking at Yang Zhengze, who was like no one else, the emperor's eyes showed deep jealousy. He asked himself that he had practiced martial arts all day long, and he had not slackened for a hundred years, combined with the huge resources of the royal family, he had surpassed Xu Shiyang, the sword saint who had defeated the Golden Dragon Society back then, but why did he still fall into the disadvantage?

Why?

Could it be that he, a young man in his twenties, would have surpassed his own skills?

The emperor felt that it was absolutely impossible, it must be that Yang Zhengze held on and did not show it, didn't he know that such an injury would be more serious?

As if knowing the truth, the emperor shouted, raised his sword again and rushed forward, his arm suddenly forced, and the true qi of the whole person was close to a state of rage, swinging his sword towards Yang Zhengze and slashing down.

Moment

The two of them each swung dozens of swords, and the piercing sword sound produced by the exchange of two swords continued to erupt.

These dozens of swords are all attacked by the emperor with all his might, and each sword comes with a brilliant atmosphere, as if it wants to dominate the world.

It's a pity that all of them were blocked by Yang Zhengze. Even if the emperor used all his strength to burst out his most fierce attack, he still couldn't hurt Yang Zhengze in the slightest.

At this time, Yang Zhengze's face was expressionless, and even a little light, but there was still bloodthirsty irritability hidden in his eyes.

The emperor's attack became more and more violent, the golden-colored sword qi crisscrossed the square, the ground was scarred, and even the magnificent and magnificent Taiji Hall became dilapidated at this moment.

However.

Under the attack that everyone resisted with all their might, Yang Zhengze's right hand with a sword was as steady as Mount Tai, forming a solid barrier, suppressing every attack, making the emperor's violent attack useless.

At this time, the emperor looked at Yang Zhengze, who was always indifferent and indifferent, and his inner feelings could no longer be expressed in words. It was a complex emotion mixed with the incredible, impossible, and extremely unwilling.

"Why, why is he so strong? In this world, there should be no such people! ”

Under the influence of this complex emotion, the emperor's true qi completely went violent, so much so that when attacking, he did not leave a back hand at all, and launched an attack on Yang Zhengze with a desperate style of fighting like death!

With all his might to use what he had learned in his life, all the swordsmanship of each faction was used, and the whole person turned into a phantom, and all kinds of powerful attacks were continuously issued. Just the aftermath made a master like the head of the Eight Desolations retreat to the edge of the square, looking at the shocking battle in the air that did not belong to the human world with a dull face.

"The sword dominates the world!"

Another stunt was used, and the terrifying power emitted by this sword made the dilapidated Tai Chi Hall tremble, as if the next moment, it would be impossible to hold on and collapse with a bang.

In the face of this shocking blow, Yang Zhengze simply raised the Shiyang Sword and smashed it down, without using the Qianyuan Sword Technique, just a simple smash.

With the continuous confrontation with the emperor, Yang Zhengze felt that his understanding of the Qianyuan sword technique and the weapon of the sword were rapidly deepening. Such a clever use made him, who originally wanted to fight quickly, save the emperor's life until now.

Qiang !!

Under Yang Zhengze's simple smash, the emperor's sword was instantly broken when he overwhelmed the world, and a scarred sword of the Son of Heaven finally couldn't hold on and broke off in response.

Looking at the broken sword in his hand, the emperor's whole face was incredible. The whole person was even more smashed into the ground by the residual strength generated by Yang Zhengze's smash, forming a human-shaped pit.

Looking at the emperor who spurted out a mouthful of blood in the pit, Yang Zhengze stood in the sky with an indifferent voice:

"Almost."

Then, the Emperor Chong evoked a murderous smile.

The emperor was stunned for a moment, and a feeling of despair that had never arisen in his heart could not help but rise. Looking at Yang Zhengze's smile, he couldn't help but smile a little bitterly and closed his eyes.

"Is my imperial hegemony going to fail after all?"

No, you can't!

The dream of me and the first emperor must not fail!

Opening his eyes again and picking up the half-truncated sword in his hand, the emperor took a deep breath and slowly stood up. Looking at Yang Zhengze, who was holding the World Yang Sword high, he showed a determined look, and his true qi exploded again, rising to the sky.

"I will not allow failure!"

Looking at the generation of emperors with a firm expression and a bloodstain on the corner of his mouth, Yang Zhengze silently ran his true qi and said softly:

"It's a pity...... You will surely die. ”

Before the words fell, Yang Zhengze's Tsing Yi cheongsan swayed automatically without wind under the passionate true qi.

The next sword will be the strongest sword that Yang Zhengze can send. Gathering all the characteristics of the Qianyuan Nine Swords, turning the Nine Swords into one sword, before he used it, even he didn't know what this sword would be.

The three-year retreat in the Great Snow Mountain made him only have some frowns about this sword, but he definitely couldn't use it. But today, after fighting with the emperor, the strongest in the world besides him, he finally has a deeper understanding of this sword, and this sword can finally be used!

The next second.

I saw Yang Zhengze raise his sword and not move, but on this square, all the sounds suddenly disappeared, and all the movements came to a standstill. Everyone, except for Yang Zhengze himself, did not notice this strange world that seemed to have been suspended in time.

The emperor was still looking at Yang Zhengze unwillingly, and everyone in the audience was also waiting for Yang Zhengze's final blow to the emperor under curiosity, worry, or hatred.

At this time, Yang Zhengze only felt that he had become the master of heaven and earth, and between this world, he could decide anyone's life and death.

As soon as the thought turned, countless condensed transparent long swords filled the sky, as long as Yang Zhengze wanted to, he could use these swords to plow this Bianliang City into a vast farmland!

The thought changed again, and in front of everyone on the ground, a sword instantly appeared, as if the next moment, it would take their lives.

Yang Zhengze finally understood that when this sword was used, he would become the master of the sword in this space, and in this sword domain, he was God, who could decide anyone's life and death!

Feeling the rapid consumption of true qi, Yang Zhengze no longer changed his thoughts.

He glanced around the square, looked at the huge palace, and finally, looked at the emperor below, and muttered to himself:

"It's all over......"

With a thought, a transparent lightsaber appeared on the emperor's head, slowly floating downward, and submerged into the top of the emperor's head.

The world is back to the clock again.

The crowd, who didn't have any feeling for what Yang Zhengze was doing, suddenly found in horror that the emperor, who was originally standing against Yang Zhengze, lost his light in his eyes, and his body slowly fell backwards.

Where the righteousness of the world lies, the head of the Golden Dragon Society, a generation of emperors, is ...... Die!

Long.

Looking at the emperor who had no movement, Mu Ying let out a sad cry:

"Holy ...... Crashed! ”