Looking at the bombardment of martial arts in the sky, Cheng Wushuang only frowned.

All over his body, a dazzling golden light flashed at this moment, and the power of Daowen almost completely exploded.

"It's a sermon, it's a sermon!"

Many of the royal masters who came from the bombardment had the strength of the Immortal Feather Realm, and they recognized the golden runes covered by Cheng Wushuang's body at a glance.

"No wonder the Dark Sacred Palace wants to kill him, it turns out that this kid has a sermon!"

After those royal masters saw Daowen, they no longer dared to despise it in their hearts, and the martial arts they used were all exerted to the extreme at this moment.

More than a hundred holy martial spirits in the sky bombarded madly.

At this time, the edge of the imperial city of the White Pavilion Dynasty gathered countless local martial artists, and many masters of the Scattered Immortal Feather Realm looked at the void in shock.

"What happened to the Imperial Palace, why are there so many Immortal Feather Realm masters using Saint Martial Arts?"

"I heard that a teenager broke into the palace, and the people used are killing this teenager!"

"It's strange, what is the origin of this young man, how can there be so many people who want to make a move!"

Everyone talked about it, and they all watched the excitement, discussing with each other the identity of the young man, and why a young man could lead the siege of the royal family's masters.

At this moment, in the crowd, a pair of men and women walked out, the female was delicate and beautiful, and the male was strong and burly.

The two of them looked at the young figure in the void, and their pupils suddenly shrank, and their faces were full of shock.

"Cheng Wushuang! It turned out to be Cheng Wushuang, why is he here?"

The girl exclaimed, and when she saw Cheng Wushuang for the first time, her eyes flickered.

"What kind of enemy did Brother Wushuang provoke, he would be surrounded and killed by so many masters!"

The burly man's face was solemn, and as soon as the weapon in his hand came out, he wanted to help Cheng Wushuang break the siege.

But looking at the countless Immortal Feather Realm masters in the void, he stopped in fear and sighed, he, just a realm spirit realm martial artist, how could he help Cheng Wushuang resist the bombardment of so many immortal feather realm martial cultivators?

This man and woman are actually Ziyu and An Yusheng.

After they and Cheng Wushuang participated in the martial arts trial conference before, they didn't see each other again, Ziyu and An Yusheng have now become alchemists and refiners because of Cheng Wushuang's help, and they are well-known in this White Pavilion Dynasty.

"Brother Sheng, Cheng Wushuang helped us in the Ancient Fantasy Realm at the beginning, but now that he is in trouble, we should help him!"

"Even if you can't beat him, you can't watch him die. ”

Ziyu said firmly.

An Yusheng is a very righteous person, when Ziyu said this, thinking of the timidity just now, he was immediately ashamed, and said, "Sister Ziyu is right, we can't see death without saving, let's die together, anyway, our lives are saved by him." ”

After speaking, the two of them seemed to jump into the void, helping Cheng Wushuang.

Who knows, at this time, Cheng Wushuang's sword qi suddenly slashed out of the void!

The coercion of this sword made the entire sky tremble, and the domineering sword sound of the king made everyone feel dizzy.

Ziyu looked at the void in shock, only to see Cheng Wushuang's sword, flashing with the power of thunder and lightning, like a god and demon, rushing into the crowd, killing people when they see them!

Everyone, with only one sword.

Life, under Cheng Wushuang's sword, seems so small.

"My God, this little ghost is the reincarnation of Shura!"

"Oh my God, that's a master of the Four Tribulations Immortal Feather Realm, and he can't resist the sword of this little ghost!"

"It's over, it's over, the royal family of the White Pavilion Dynasty is going to be completely destroyed this time!"

Everyone looked at the royal masters who were constantly dying in the void, and their faces were shocked to the extreme.

Suddenly, an exclamation rang out from the crowd.

Everyone looked at the eyes of the exclamator, only to see that a flame giant appeared in the sky, standing a hundred feet tall, his arms turned into flame giant swords, and under the control of the young man, he frantically swung his sword and slashed at the countless buildings of the palace.

The air became bloody and scorching at this moment!

The earth shakes!

A monstrous thunder sword qi, no weaker than the power of the heavenly thunder, swept through the entire palace.

At this moment, the thunder roared, washing away all the noise!

The billowing smoke and dust roared, and as a strong wind blew away, the eyelids of the onlookers jumped, and the palace of the Baige Dynasty turned into a ruin!

All royalty, all dead!

"Look, that kid is gone!"

Cheng Wushuang's golden wings jumped, turned into a streamer of light, flew into the clouds and disappeared.

At this moment, Ziyu and An Yusheng both took a deep breath.

Immediately, the two couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"It seems that Cheng Wushuang doesn't need us at all, he's too strong!"

Ziyu looked at the direction in which Cheng Wushuang disappeared, her eyes moved slightly, and she felt that Cheng Wushuang would definitely become famous in the major star fields in the near future.

An Yusheng's gaze was staring at the ruins in front of him, and an irrepressible sense of shock arose in his heart.

In this world, perhaps only Cheng Wushuang can bring this kind of shock.

An Yusheng sighed, and his memory began to recall the time when he and Cheng Wushuang met in the ancient fantasy world.

At that time, he and Ziyu were attacked by demon beasts, and when they met Cheng Wushuang, Cheng Wushuang only had the cultivation of the early stage of the Realm Spirit Realm, and he didn't even have ten Dao meanings in his body.

But now, in more than half a year, Cheng Wushuang has jumped into the Dragon Gate, from a low-level martial artist who was ridiculed by the High Dynasty at the beginning, to a master of the Immortal Feather Realm that countless High Dynasties and even the geniuses of the Top Dynasty rely on.

With a swing of the sword, he wiped out the royal family of a high empire.

This kind of domineering, this kind of combat power, is really like his name, Cheng Wushuang, unparalleled in the world!

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Chiyan Dynasty, inside the palace.

Countless members of the royal family wailed over the death of Duanmuqiu and a prince.

Some of the palace maid guards began to clean up the corpses and tidy up the palace.

However, more people are waiting for Cheng Wushuang's return.

In the distance, a meteor suddenly lit up.

Gu Weiwei and Ling Zitong suddenly exclaimed.

"It's Cheng Wushuang, he's back!"

When Cheng Xiaotian heard this, he immediately looked over.

I saw Cheng Wu holding a human head in his hands, and as his figure landed, he easily threw this human head to the emperor of the Chiyan Dynasty, that is, Duanmu Lianxin's father, Duanmu Jing.

When Mu Jing saw it, his pupils shrank suddenly.

"This is the emperor of the White Pavilion Dynasty, Qi Xingchen's head, it is said that this person is a master of the Four Tribulations Immortal Feather Realm! ”

Duanmu Jing saw the eyes on the human head wide-eyed, and he didn't bat at death, this kind of death can only be formed if the head is cut off by extremely fast martial arts.

Obviously, this person was killed by Cheng Wushuang with a sword.

"God! Cheng Wushuang actually really destroyed the royal family of the White Pavilion Dynasty. ”

Many members of the royal family were shocked, what was the point of Cheng Wushuang's strength? The royal family, but there were no less than 100 Immortal Feather Realm martial cultivators, and many of them had real Immortal Feather Realm masters.

Cheng Wushuang was able to kill them unscathed, this kind of terrifying power had already lost to those Immortal Feather Realm powerhouses who had six tribulations, or even seven tribulations and eight tribulations.

"This kid is really getting more and more demonic, and he is getting more and more incomprehensible. ”

Cheng Xiaotian took a deep breath, and immediately a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, if he could let the Northern Underworld Dance see Cheng Wushuang's strength at this moment, presumably those old things of the Northern Hell Saint Clan would also recognize him Cheng Xiaotian's son.

"No, my son doesn't need that family to admit it, but needs to crush that family!"

Cheng Xiaotian had a mouthful of hot blood in his heart, flowing all over his body, the whole person trembled slightly, his fists were clenched tightly, and he looked at Cheng Wushuang, he felt that Cheng Wushuang would become stronger, so strong that he trampled the Northern Netherworld Saint Clan under his feet, at that time, he really wanted to see what the faces of the elders of the Northern Netherworld Saint Clan who wanted to kill his father and son were like?