The gray-clothed peak lord was furious when he landed, and the measuring ruler in his hand played out the rules of the Heavenly Dao, endless Dao rhyme flowed, and the killing intent permeated between the two. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Su Bei chuckled, followed the sword, and there was no too fancy sword style, but with the divine power of the heart sword, he rushed forward and killed the past.

Standing in the realm of the emperor, Su Bei, the spirit of the whole person was promoted to a wonderful situation, he seemed to see the endless rules of the avenue in the void permeating his body, and every move could stir up the wind and thunder, bringing boundless power.

He had a feeling that there was a general trend around the emperor-level monk's body, and when he moved, heaven and earth would be affected by the emperor-level monk's every move.

This feeling is very mysterious, it haunts his heart, makes him feel like a fish swimming in the water, like a bird returning to the mountains and forests, in this world, he is extremely free, and he is fearless in the face of any opponent.

What he actually didn't know was that an emperor-level monk could merge into heaven and earth, walk along the avenue of heaven and earth, and mobilize the power of heaven and earth with every move, but not all of them would be like him, and after being promoted to the realm of emperor-level monks, they would be able to have such an invincible state of mind.

This is the unique state of mind of northern Jiangsu, and it is his unique spirit, which is mellow and accessible, so that the Taoist heart is clear and pure.

Su Bei stood in the realm of the emperor and had this unique artistic conception, in fact, he had long since lost the gray-clothed peak lord in his eyes, and even if the hundreds of gray-clothed monks of the Fengxu clan were combined, they could no longer enter his eyes.

This is not to say that after Su Bei is based in the emperor realm, his combat power is already high enough to ignore so many emperor-level masters, but just his state of mind, this is an invincible general trend, a general trend that even if everyone is an enemy of me, I am still invincible.

As soon as this general trend appeared on him, Su Bei felt a little familiar, and now that he thinks about it, at this moment, the Broken Immortal Spirit, who is fighting alone against nearly twenty emperor-level powerhouses at the head of Emperor Wu City, has exactly the same general trend on his body.

And now, because of the unique state of mind of northern Jiangsu, this general trend has also appeared in him.

Su Bei walked with the sword, and the long sword shook out a very simple and unpretentious sword flower, which easily shattered the Heavenly Dao rule made by the gray-clothed peak master's measuring ruler.

The Heavenly Dao was easily dispersed, and the gray-clothed peak lord was obviously shocked, and immediately instigated a powerful Dili, and the measuring heaven ruler bloomed with a brilliance that was much more terrifying than the power of Fang Cai.

The brilliance that bloomed on the measuring ruler was overwhelming like a world-destroying immortal light, and each ray of brilliance could collapse the void and crush an asteroid.

Su Bei still didn't take it to heart, and the long sword was cut at will, cutting the terrifying brilliance of the heavenly gods to pieces, and he took the opportunity to bully the gray-clothed peak master by a distance.

By the time the gray-clothed peak lord was shocked and wanted to fight back again, Su Bei had already deceived him in front of him, and when he was still stunned, a sword pierced into his heart.

Su Bei pinched the magic magic trick in his hand, and smashed a piece of space-time sword intent, holy sword nine style, and even heart sword one style sword intent into the body of the gray-clothed peak lord in one fell swoop.

The vitality of the emperor-level monk was amazingly powerful, and Su Bei was afraid that he would still kill him without dying like this, so he used his Dili again, clenched his divine fist, and slammed his fist on the head of the gray-clothed peak master.

The gray-clothed peak lord is not known for his physical body, not to mention that at this moment, his body is still surging with the chaotic sword intent sword qi of northern Jiangsu, and the defense of his physical body has been reduced to the minimum, and he has no power to fight back at all.

After the skull was exploded, a gray light and shadow rushed out from the broken flesh of the gray-clothed peak master, shooting out of the sky like lightning.

The vitality of the emperor-level monk is really strong, and Su Beidu is so cautious, but he still escaped the divine soul!

It is rumored that the monks of the Fengxu clan do not cultivate the Yuan Shen and do not cultivate the divine soul, that is because the spiritual soul of the Fengxu monk is the same as their cultivation, and they are also destined from birth, and their life stops at the beginning, and it is useless to cultivate, so naturally they will not waste their energy to cultivate again.

However, the emperor-level monks of the Fengxu clan, their divine souls are naturally also emperor-level, and they are no different from the souls of other emperor-level monks, and they all have powerful vitality.

Seeing that the Gray-clothed Peak Lord's Divine Soul was about to break through the sky and escaped, in time, he would definitely be able to recover again.

The corners of Su Bei's mouth twitched and he sneered.

He held it in the air, and a divine bow condensed by pure Dili immediately appeared in his hand, and then he opened his hand and pulled the bowstring like a full moon, shooting a divine arrow condensed purely by Dili.

The divine arrow pierced through the sky and penetrated the sky, and the speed was much faster than that of thunder and lightning, and even with the power of the Heavenly Eye in Northern Jiangsu, it was almost impossible to capture its trajectory.

The gray soul shadow of the gray-clothed peak lord was about to escape, but suddenly there was a scream that resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the cry was extremely terrible, making ordinary people hear it and instantly stand on end.

Then the gray soul shadow turned into a strange blue soul fire, which burned in the void and finally dissipated completely.

Take a closer look, in the back of that soul shadow, a transparent divine arrow was inserted, and it was precisely because of being shot by this divine arrow that the divine soul of the gray-clothed peak lord burned.

"Do you want to escape? Did you escape? I got the Falling Divine Technique of the Tonghe Demon Saint, and I have practiced for a long time, but I have never had the opportunity to use it, but I didn't expect you to become my first person to sacrifice arrows today! Although I don't have the Falling Divine Bow in my hand, I have enough Divine Bow and Divine Arrow condensed by Dili to deal with you with a soul shadow!"

Su Bei looked at the soul fire that dissipated in the air and laughed mockingly.

He had always wanted to test the power of the Falling God Technique, although the Falling God Bow was in Qin Chaiyue's hands, the power of the Falling God Technique was still not to be underestimated.

Sure enough, after a small test today, the falling arrow shot by Dili is weaker, but the speed is terrifying beyond imagination.

From the time when Subei urged the Phantom God Armor and based himself on the realm of the emperor, to the time when he shot the soul shadow of the gray-clothed peak lord with the Falling God Technique, it only took dozens of moments before and after, but the power of the Phantom God Armor can only last for a stick of incense, and time is very precious, and there is no room for waste.

Su Bei turned to look at the battle group, at this moment, there were more than 150 gray-clothed monks of the Fengxu clan, and the original army of 500 monks in Emperor Wu City was less than 200 people left, and in this short period of time, more than 300 monks had died in the battle group.

The most indispensable thing in troubled times is the big war, and the most despised is human life, Su Bei's heart was burning with anger, and the killing machine shot out of Senhan's eyes, like a meteor, exploded into the war group.

The number of top monks of the Fengxu clan occupies an absolute advantage, and at this moment, the remaining more than one hundred and fifty gray-clothed monks, all of them have emperor-level combat power, but fortunately, there are also dozens of real emperor-level monks on the side of Emperor Martial City, and the broken immortal spirit is extremely brave, at this moment, there are more than thirty gray-clothed monks who died in his hands alone, so although they are at an absolute disadvantage, the side of Emperor Martial City is still stubbornly supporting.

Subei threw himself into the war group, although it did not immediately break the balance between the two sides, but it was like a stone thrown into the lake, disturbing the entire war group.

Relying on the powerful dili provided by the Phantom God Armor, Su Bei rushed to kill in the battle group, raising his spiritual spirit to the extreme, and the dili in his body was running rapidly, and the moon-chasing sword was swallowed with powerful and sharp sword rays.

He used the Star Shifting Technique, turning into an unpredictable phantom, seemingly random and constantly swords, in fact, each sword is a peak blow containing all his will, those gray-clothed elders who only have the strength of the early stage of the emperor level because they have been immersed in the late stage of the king level for too long, they can't bear a sword like him at all, as long as they are stabbed, they will be reaped by a sword!

And those gray-clothed peak masters who are really at the emperor level, if they are stabbed by Northern Jiangsu, they will also be hit hard, and they will lose the strength to fight again, even if they avoid the vital points, their combat power will be greatly reduced for a short time.

Like a banner that stirred up the storm, Northern Jiangsu wandered in the battlefield, disrupting the enemy's battle formation and arousing its own morale.

"Haha, Brother Su is really a wonderful person, I am also a genius in the immortal spirit, and only then did I find out that I was called Tianjiao in vain, and today I am really ashamed to compare with the Subei brothers. However, I don't want to be left behind by the immortals, Brother Su is so powerful, how can I do nothing. ”

Seeing that Su Bei Da was powerful after urging the Phantom God Armor, the Broken Immortal Spirit was suddenly full of spirit, and the momentum of the whole person suddenly increased to another mysterious realm, and between the big opening and closing, the divine power suddenly increased, and the two gray-clothed monks in front of him were shattered into pieces with one shot, and there was not even a trace of the remnant soul.

The spear is like a dragon, wandering between the battlefields, and like the sword of northern Jiangsu, it poses a great threat to the Fengxu tribe.

A rare Tianjiao figure in the small world of the Fallen God Realm, an immortal genius who has stepped into the emperor level for hundreds of years, and a broken immortal spirit that can shine even in the only true realm, finally burst out at this moment with a potential far beyond that of ordinary monks, once he goes crazy, he will fight against the sky, giving the Martial Emperor City side a reassuring pill, and the Fengxu clan side was shocked.

In the interval between the battles, Su Bei's long sword and the spear of the broken fairy spirit passed by, and they looked at each other and smiled like a rhino, and they continued to fight with the gray-clothed monk of the Fengxu clan without stopping.

The gray-clothed peak masters and elders of the Fengxu clan, except for a very small number of peak masters in the late emperor-level stage, the others were not the enemies of Subei and the Broken Immortal Spirit at all, and under the long swords and spears of the two, they would not be able to hold on to a single face, and they would be blown to pieces.

And the few powerhouses in the late emperor-level stage couldn't catch up with Su Bei and Broken Immortal Spirit's body techniques at all, and the body techniques of the two were all mysterious, and their speed was extremely fast, and they didn't fight with these gray-clothed peak masters in the late emperor-level at all, but just wandered around the battlefield and strangled others.

In just a few moments, the Fengxu Clan had lost more than forty more Grey Friars, and they were still decreasing their numbers at a terrifying rate of battle damage.

Even the Fengxu clan, who claimed to be the descendants of the gods and were willing to serve the gods without reservation and sacrifice their lives for the gods, finally showed a trace of cowardice, and were no longer as fearless of death as before.

But all things with spirits have the instinct to live and avoid death, and in the case of knowing that they must die, no living creature can not be afraid, so except for a very small number of late emperor-level peak masters, the remaining gray-clothed monks are obviously retreating, and they are afraid in their hearts, and they dare not rush forward again.

Because of fear, the threat was greatly reduced, and at this time, not only Subei and Broken Immortal Spirit, but even the rest of the monks on the side of Emperor Wu City were also high-spirited, and they no longer put those gray monks who were afraid in their eyes, and people kept killing the gray monks in fierce battles.

Eventually, some of the Grey Friars began to retreat from the fear of death, but the few who had retreated at first exploded before they could take two steps back, and their souls were scattered, and there was nothing left.

Everyone was stunned for a while, because Su Bei and Broken Immortal didn't care about those people, and the few people who exploded were actually bombarded by their own people!

A gray-clothed monk who had participated in the siege of the Broken Immortal Spirit at the beginning, the leader of the siege of Emperor Wu City this time, suddenly shouted angrily: "Those who flee the battlefield without permission will be punished for the crime of betraying the gods, and there will be no forgiveness! These cowards are your example!"

Su Bei's eyelids jumped, he didn't expect the Fengxu clan to be so ruthless, not only to the enemy, but also to himself.

The leader of the Fengxu clan glanced coldly at the rest of the gray-clothed monks who were afraid, and then said: "If you don't want to die, do your best to fight and kill all these blasphemers, even if you die in battle, the soul will still return to the embrace of the gods and obtain eternal salvation, otherwise you will fall into the abyss, and you will not be able to escape from eternal calamity." ”

Hearing what the leader said, Su Bei sneered, and while continuing to fight his sword and wander in the battle array to strangle the Fengxu clan monks, he mocked: "The so-called god in your mouth is the shameless old demon of the wind, right? ”

"Daring, blasphemous, die!"

The leader of the Fengxu clan shouted angrily, and the rest of the gray-clothed monks of the Fengxu clan were also angry, but unfortunately their speed and body skills could not match Su Bei, and they gritted their teeth and wanted to break Su Bei's body into ten thousand pieces, but each attack could only wipe a wisp of his afterimage.

"Oops, half of the time for a stick of incense has passed, and we must fight quickly, otherwise when the power of the Phantom God Armor disappears, it will be bad, and it will definitely be the end of the land where there are no corpses. ”

Su Bei calculated the time, and secretly said in his heart that it was not good, and he must hurry up and try his best to eliminate as many gray-clothed monks of the Fengxu clan as possible and disintegrate the combat power of these Fengxu people.

As soon as the figure flickered, there were two more Subei on the battlefield, and after glancing at the original Subei, the three Subei turned into three afterimages and killed the Fengxu monks.

Su Bei once again performed seventy-two transformations, but this time instead of conjuring hundreds or even thousands of figures as before, only two more incarnations outside the body.

Because the more doppelgangers you make, the weaker your strength becomes, and it's good to deal with monks whose strength is worse than your own, but it's not good to deal with monks whose strength is comparable to your own.

Only two clones were transformed, and the strength of each clone was not much worse than that of Northern Jiangsu, which could provide him with the greatest combat support.

The three Subei, like three gods and demons, had surging sword intent in their hands and exploded into the monks of the Fengxu clan.