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The black sè light cluster slowly converges, little by little. Triggering the surrounding space, the rapid contraction gives people the illusion of rattling.

In this spatial contraction, he was pulled forward a few steps involuntarily.

Song Wushen's face turned pale, and he laughed miserably with a complicated expression: "Why now, why now!"

There are no words to describe how complicated his mood is at this moment.

He waited for the day to get out of trouble, and he waited for 4,000 years.

Before assassinating the ancient martial god, the ancient martial god unknowingly moved his hands and feet in the "cliff of the end of the world". He was lucky, and it took hundreds of years to use the "Cliff of the End of the World", which was the result of a plot and imprisoned here.

It was also due to an accident that delayed the passage of life. Until I found out that by entering the true element and the essence element, I could get out of trouble little by little. True Yuan means a body of cultivation, and Jing Yuan means vitality.

It is because of this that his power has degraded to a certain extent. Because of this, the war spirit in his body has long been buried.

He couldn't afford it, so he had to rely on the foreign Martial Emperor. It's Emperor Wu who comes, so draw it directly. If it is a martial sect, then rely on the "Cliff of the End of the World" to quickly cultivate as a martial emperor, and then absorb it.

He has made too many efforts for this, and has cultivated ten generations of human emperors one after another. But how many people can come to the five continents? Naturally, there are very few, and it is far from enough to get out of trouble.

It wasn't until more than a thousand years ago that he reimagined a way to help someone build up a huge force and indirectly control this secular force. And then through coercion and other methods, the Martial Emperor and the Martial Sect were brought over.

The ancestor of the Dalu royal family, just at this time, appeared in front of the eyes of Song Wushen.

With him as the backing, there is the "Cliff of the End of the World" to cultivate Emperor Wu. Dalu naturally embarked on the road to becoming the first power in Jiuzhou.

Just like the discovery of the four generations of Martial Emperors such as the Emperor's crown, since the founding of the Great Law for thousands of years, several rumors about the treasures of the Protoss have made countless Martial Emperors come to the Barbarian Five Continents.

In the past thousand years, there have been many more Martial Sect Martial Emperors who have rushed to the Barbarian Five Continents than in the past three thousand years combined. Relying on a large number of Emperor Wu's True Yuan Essence Yuan, he gradually fed the black sè light group.

For the first time in a thousand years, Song Wushen saw the prospect of getting out of trouble.

With the arrival of Ji Qianyu and others, Song Wushen was overjoyed, and the essence of Ji Qianyu, the top ten martial emperors, was enough to get out of trouble. Now, relying on the essence and true yuan of Emperor Mian and others, he is really getting out of trouble.

But......

Song Wushen was in a trance, with resentful eyes, looking at Wang Ce deadly.

Wang Ce's three swords caused his body to suffer heavy damage, and one sword was ...... Sword plump neck. Even if he is a martial god, he will definitely die.

If you continue to be imprisoned, you can live forever. Once you get out of trouble, you will first fall into the embarrassment of dying.

The black sè light group slowly converged, shrinking the space, squeezing him out little by little, freeing him from his confinement.

It's life or death, and he can't help it.

The mysterious black sè light cluster is converging little by little.

From the size of a broad bean, it becomes smaller, like the size of a soybean. Then, it becomes smaller. The space in this area seems to be torn apart by a mysterious force, gradually shrinking.

Oh my God, this black light is a homesick thing. Wang Ce grabbed the palm of his hand, full of míhuò, and suddenly looked back: "Master, what about Emperor Xiaowu and Emperor Killing?"

Ji Qianfu solemnly: "I'll let them escape first!" His face froze, remembering something, and looked at his apprentice in horror: "Why are you still here, don't you leave quickly! ”

Wang Ce pursed his lips, shook his head seriously, and categorically refused to leave. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt something, and when he looked back, Emperor Xiaowu and Emperor Killing were each rushing towards this side as fast as lightning. Where is the way to go.

Proud Jiāo is like Emperor Xiaowu, and his fighting spirit is like killing the emperor. How could he give up the opportunity to fight with the Martial God, and returned directly after half a circle.

Ji Qian, Sword Master, Thorn, Killing Emperor and Xiaowu Emperor. Wang Ce looked around and found with a stiff look that five of the top ten martial emperors were gone.

Song Wushen sat cross-legged, and the stones under his buttocks looked like an upside-down miniature mountain.

The black sè light spots are shrinking more and more, and only a trace of small light spots remains, which are almost invisible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, it was a bō black sè ripples dàng 漾 ten miles. A bō black sè, a rapid convergence, a dazzling black light flashed, the black sè light cluster disappeared.

The stone under Song Wushen's ass fell to the ground with a snap.

Song Wushen's whole person gave people the feeling that he was suddenly forcibly squeezed out and thrown out by a certain force.

Puff puff, three consecutive wind sounds rang at the same time.

Song Wushen had three injuries on his body that were stabbed by Wang Ce. , as if from an environment without air pressure, came to the atmosphere, and frantically spewed out three lines of blood: "Ah!"

It's nice to really feel the presence of the body. Song Wushen finally felt his body, but he soon felt a heart-rending pain.

The heart was almost strangled by the Emperor Water Sword, and the vital point of the neck was also pierced by the Emperor Water Sword. Any one of them, put on anyone, is the most fatal wound. Even if he is a martial god, he is on the verge of death the moment he gets out of trouble.

Song Wushen's originally pale face suddenly appeared with a layer of gray méngméng, and he emitted hysterical despair and tyranny: "Wang Ce, you all want to be buried with me!"

In a blink of an eye, the three sprays of blood slowly stopped.

The flesh and blood on his neck and heart were blurred, and he slowly moved his body as if nothing had happened, stood up, and glanced at everyone coldly: "You all have to die!"

Wang Ce and the others' expressions were immediately shrouded in fear, this level of injury didn't even make him die immediately!

Song Wushen was like a peerless demon god, and his aura suddenly jīdàng, and a violent storm broke out in the sky. took a step forward and threw a punch out of the air.

Bang Bang Bang!

The heart exploded continuously, and was almost blown through on the spot. Wang Cerao had a heart, but he couldn't stand on the spot, and he flew thousands of meters with a bang.

This is the heart of all the sons, even if it is the Supreme Martial Emperor, he will definitely not be able to do it.

Song Wushen changed, and laughed bitterly and miserably, and the sound shook the night sky, which was even more poignant: "My strength has actually decayed to this point!"

Ji Qianyu and the others were shocked and took three steps back, just this punch, Ji Qianyu and the Sword Saint couldn't do it. However, this turned out to be a punch after the Song Martial God's strength was greatly attenuated!

If it was the peak of the Martial God, how terrible it would be!

Song Wushen's eyes were sharp, his breath condensed in an instant, and when he raised his hand, there was a violent gray light...... Blasted Wang Ce like a cannonball!

Wang Ce was first punched into the distant hill, and was about to come out, but saw this extremely fierce move. Booming jī fierce, the whole hill is a sputtered shape of dirt.

"Is this the power of the Martial God!"

Emperor Xiaowu and Emperor Killer were frightened and excited, shouted wildly, and each performed their stunts. Ji Qianyu and the Sword Master each performed their own tricks, and the thorns turned into nothingness.

The five great martial emperors, all shot!

Song Wushen's cold gaze brewed an oppressive momentum: "You never know how powerful the Martial God is!"

Like swatting a fly, with a slap of your hand, the overwhelming power rushes, like the fiercest tide in the sea. On the spot, Emperor Xiaowu and Emperor Killing were blasted with blood, and they flew thousands of meters through several hills in a row.

Ji Qian's white spear, the sword of the sword master. The two Supreme Martial Emperors appeared at the same time, almost madly stabbing into the protective qi of the Song Martial God, and were about to stab his body, but they were terrified......

Song Wushen slammed his fists on the tip of the gun and the tip of the sword!

Ji Qianyu and the Sword Saint were shocked, so uncomfortable that they almost vomited blood, and flew out dozens of meters with a muffled snort before they could stand firm.

In the end, the thorns that were about to sneak attack behind him like a ghost, Song Wushen was just a little careful shot. A mouthful of blood erupted from the thorn, and he sank into the dirt a hundred meters on the spot as if he had been hit by a piledriver.

In a blink of an eye, the five major martial arts were all defeated.

Song Wushen screamed violently, looking at his hands with remembrance and sadness: "When I was in my prime, it was easy to kill you. If it weren't for the fact that I had been imprisoned for thousands of years and my strength had degraded, if it weren't for the fact that I had also absorbed some of my essence and true essence from that black light, I would have killed you just by a gesture. ”

"Hahaha! fight me? You don't deserve it. ”

The pride of the Martial God, the rebelliousness of the Martial God, like the ubiquitous air, spread in this radius of a hundred miles: "Do you think that the name of the Martial God can be blasphemed by you?"

Song Wushen dominates the world, and he is invincible, and he waves his hand. Endless Gang Qi burst out in an instant.

The whole earth, like a carpet, violently stirred. To the east of him, which is also the direction where Wang Ce is located, the whole earth is like a carpet, which is swept away ten zhang thick, and layer by layer turns into the most violent waves.

The ground shook and boiled. Countless flowers and trees, countless mountains, were all blown off the ground by this punch.

Wang Ce's heart was subjected to the most fierce attack, and each blow was like a cannonball, and his heart couldn't help but move. In the end, in this roaring earthquake, Wang Ce watched with a dead face as the countless soaring mountain ranges all fell.

Countless mountains and stones buried Wang Ce, and a mountain peak with a height of several thousand meters was formed out of thin air.

Wang Ce's body and mind were boiling, and he spurted out a few mouthfuls of blood. The roar exploded with power, breaking through from the inclined plane in one fell swoop, and the heart of the Yellow River was directly blown apart by this terrifying move.

After Song Wushen made a move, he held on to the stone beside him, and the sky swirled.

Ji Qianyu and the Sword Saint glanced at each other, and the two of them shouted wildly: "The battle spirit is combined!"

"Ground splitting!"

"Shake the stars!"

Suddenly, the light was filled, and Ji Qian's terrifying move actually blasted out a deep and long canyon where Song Wushen was.

With a move of "shaking the stars", the sword light in the sky turned into an infinite meteorite and raged wildly.

Song Wushen's three sè talisman was hard to parry for a while, and was finally penetrated. Infinite True Yuan swept across his body, sweeping out wounds one after another.

He retched a few times, but he couldn't even vomit blood. The two life wounds left by Wang Ce were fatal, and he could rely on the power of the Martial God to temporarily slow down the flow of life force, but he couldn't do it all the time.

The passage of life force made Song Wushen fall into a trance, as if he was being choked by his throat and breathing heavily.

At this time, Wang Seteng moved over: "Pick up the lamp when you are drunk, look at the sword!"

The purple sword heart suddenly turned into light and slashed! . ！。