With the swaying of the painting brush, three objects appeared in the void, a sword, a knife, and a gun. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The three weapons exude the momentum of the supernatural double heaven, and the painting saint knows that this cannot deal with Liu Xu,

A mouthful of blood spat out of his mouth, golden in color, this is not ordinary blood, but essence blood.

Blood in the heart.

Blood sprayed on the three weapons, the three treasures were radiant and generous, and the breath reached the Divine Power Triple Heaven,

Forcibly raising the power of a heavy heaven, the blood of the Holy Spirit was damaged, and his face turned pale.

"Boom!"

"Qiang"

"Qiang"

The light roar of weapons sounded, and the three weapons turned into a thousand zhang Changhong, and they went towards Liu Xu to kill, killing people.

"Some skills!" Liu Xu said disdainfully, painting the saint has already taken half a step of the Divine Power Realm, exerting the power of the Divine Triple Heaven,

But it's good, but it's far from enough, comparable to Liu Xu.

"Triceratops Change!"

"The Transformation of the Ancient Sword!"

Three weapons attacked, Liu Xu punched forward, did not retract, and directly opened the infinite change magic power.

Open the transformation of the ancient sword, and increase the strength by three times, reaching the power of six hundred and nine supernatural powers, vertical and horizontal.

Originally, Liu Xu only needed to turn on the change of the triceratops to kill the painting saint, but he couldn't crush it.

He enjoys the thrill of crushing, one punch is horizontal, no one can stop him!

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

Liu Xu's face was indifferent, but he was even more disdainful and ruthless, and he punched vertically and horizontally, like a bamboo, and smashed the three weapons.

The fist wind even attacked the painting saint, the strong force, directly knocked it out, and at the last moment, Liu Xu withdrew a lot of strength,

How could he be allowed to die so easily.

The impact of the strong force, the aftermath of the impact is generous in all directions, and the aftermath is extremely strong.

I'm afraid that even the realm of manifestation can't be resisted, and ordinary supernatural powerhouses are unwilling to face it, and the aftermath is turbulent.

If it surging in all directions, I am afraid that the entire imperial palace and even half of the imperial city will be destroyed.

There will inevitably be heavy casualties.

"Town"

The Han Dynasty is Liu Xu's root, and he is the heaven of the Han Dynasty, how could he let the imperial city be destroyed, with a movement of his palm,

Nantianmen appeared in his hand, exuding the aura of suppressing everything and spanning eternity, and the aftermath of the terrifying turbulence disappeared directly.

"It's the Emperor of Heaven Liu Xu! That seems to be the painting saint among the two saints and two kings!"

"Look at it, that's Cao Pengcheng, the elder of the True Martial Sect, Pang Yuanlong, the elder of the Holy Fire Sect, Sheng Ziqiu of the Xingyue Sect, the poet saint, the Dan King, and the Fu King!"

Many warriors flew in the sky, looking at the imperial city from a distance, seeing the faces of the people inside, and exclaiming in their mouths.

In the palace, the three major sects were confronting the Emperor of Heaven.

"The momentum of Fang Cai was released by Emperor Han!" A martial artist let out affirmative words, remembering the breath of suppressing the entire imperial city before.

"What's going on?"

A punch blasted the painting saint out, Liu Xu looked around, Zheng Lun, Chen Qi, Ying Zheng, Liu Linglong.

Facing Zheng Lun, Chen Qi asked.

"Your Majesty...."Zheng Lun and Chen Qi saluted respectfully, and then began to tell what happened.

Liu Linglong was worried on the side, after all, the matter started because of him, causing Liu Xu a lot of trouble.

But if she wants to marry the painting saint, such a shameless and despicable person, she would rather die than will,

After Zheng Lun and Chen Qi finished speaking, Cao Pengcheng, Pang Yuanlong, Sheng Ziqiu. Poet Saint, Dan King, Fu King,

Approaching Liu Xu, his face was high, his expression was arrogant, his mouth roared, and he said questioningly:

"Heavenly Emperor! You must give my three major sects a word about this matter! Otherwise, you should be prepared to bear the wrath of my three major sects!"

Liu Xu didn't even look at them, his face became more and more gloomy, and the surrounding atmosphere became solemn, with a feeling that a storm was coming.

Cao Pengcheng, Pang Yuanlong, Sheng Ziqiu and others also felt the solemnity of the atmosphere, and their complexions changed slightly.

"Rubbish! I'm not afraid of anyone!"

Liu Xu's face was gloomy, his eyes were already full of raging anger, and he snorted coldly in his mouth, as if the sky was cracking.

With a wave of his arm, he fanned towards Zheng Lun and Chen Qi, and flew the two of them out, and they were severely injured in their bodies.

"Your Majesty! The minister doesn't know what the crime is!!" Zheng Lun, Chen Qi struggled to get up quickly, and knelt on the ground,

They were arrogant in their hearts, and they were destined not to beg for mercy directly, like some officials.

"What's the crime?" Liu Xu roared loudly, his eyes looked at Zheng Lun and Chen Qi angrily, full of anger.

"You two are palace guards! The thief insults my royal family and does not do it, this crime should be punished by the nine clans!"

Liu Xu said coldly, his words cold and ruthless.

"Heavenly Emperor, this is a painting saint, please speak with respect!" said Cao Pengcheng, the elder of the True Martial Sect, dissatisfied.

"Shut up! I speak, how can I allow you to interject!" Liu Xu shouted angrily, glaring angrily at Cao Pengcheng.

The murderous aura surged wildly towards Cao Pengcheng.

"It's... It's...."

Cao Pengcheng was stunned by Liu Xu, only feeling that he was on the battlefield, and his surroundings had turned into a sea of blood, and his heart was cold.

His heart was taken, and he said with a trembling mouth, and when he reacted, his face was ashamed and angry, but he had palpitations and stopped talking.

"Your Majesty! The two ministers are for the good of the Han Heavenly Court! The ministers are loyal to Your Majesty!" Zheng Lun and Chen Qi said.

"Shut up! I led the Han to stand on the top of Qiongzhou! It relied on strength! It was my invincible strength!

How can it be that you rely on marriage and take refuge in the strong! I am not afraid of anyone! I do not bow down to any force!

My Han soldiers can die in battle, they can fight to the last drop of blood, but they will never be allowed to surrender!

Even if my great man fights to the last of his people, he will definitely die standing and will never bend down!"

Liu Xu's voice was louder than louder, echoing in the palace, like the sound of heaven and earth, mighty,

"If it weren't for your loyalty, would you still be alive to talk to me?

I see that you have cultivated to the dogs, and you have forgotten your duties and glory! Now let me go to the bottom of the training!"

With a wave of his palm, Liu Xu flew Zheng Lun and Chen Qi fans out, turned into streamers, and shot to the location of the military camp outside.

"As a man, if you can't even protect your relatives, be a man!" Liu Xu said with a cold snort.

"Yingzheng, you did a good job!" Liu Xu looked at Yingzheng with an approving look, and his palm moved,

An elixir flicked into Yingzheng's hand.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Yingzheng thanked him, and didn't say much, he directly crossed his knees on the ground and swallowed the pill to heal his wounds.

He believed that with His Majesty's existence, no one in the entire palace or even in the entire Qiongzhou could hurt him.

"Boom"

The entrance of the elixir turned into surging medicinal power, which not only allowed Ying Zheng to recover from his injuries in his body, but also cultivated to a higher level to reach the realm of the Holy Fetus Eight Heavens.

"Painting saint, you are really bold!" Liu Xu looked indifferent and walked forward step by step,

Walking towards the painting saint, Cao Pengcheng, Pang Yuanlong, Sheng Ziqiu and others, the words were even more indifferent and ruthless, and the breath revealed a trace of killing intent.