"Not bad!"

After sneering and repelling the year beast with a palm, Zhang Muyan's god was still calm and calm.

"I still underestimate that guy in Lu Cheng," he looked up at the top of the hall and sighed softly. "I thought I already had a general understanding of his strength and net worth, but now it seems that I am still too naïve."

"It's a good thing to be able to recognize your own innocence."

The old Taoist priest in the center of the main hall sneered, and as he spoke, he had already moved the injured Yan Jun to the corners of the four walls, so as not to be affected by the flames of war.

"I'm not done." Zhang Muyan smiled, "The first half of the sentence is to express the minimum respect for the opponent, and the second half of the sentence is to show that even so, you are not taken seriously by me." ”

"The ability is not big, and the tone is not small." Zhong Yan, who was gearing up, smiled, "If it is the fully formed Hades Monarch standing here today, it is understandable that you have two stinky farts to say two sentences." The problem is that the ceremony was forcibly terminated in the middle of the process, and I'm interested in what you're doing with a half-finished product? ”

"Yes or no, you'll find out if you try." Zhang Muyan smiled and hooked his hand at him, the meaning of provocation was self-evident.

Zhong Yan, who was far away at the bottom of the steps, blew a long whistle, and after a few leaps, he stepped on the back of the Nian Beast and stepped onto the highest throne on the other side of the palace.

The first move to come up is the Evil Breaker's melee leg technique, Optimus Zenith!

Unlike pure kicking techniques such as the Hammer, the main attack of the Optimus is the knees.

As one of the hardest bones in the human body, the knee is no less important in attack than the elbow, on this basis, due to its own very advantageous lower disc position, slightly up is the enemy's soft lower abdomen, down is the leg bone, once intentionally trained, this part will be the most powerful slashing weapon in hand-to-hand combat.

The so-called slash is not only a move, but also a judgment!

But the current situation obviously does not have the possibility of him succeeding in one blow, in the face of this quick move can be called a textbook-style evil-breaking martial art, Zhang Muyan, who was born in a witch talisman and has never practiced any physical arts, still behaves like Mount Tai collapsed in front of him and did not change.

Others rely on skill, he relies on sheer strength.

Just as an ant that can fall over his shoulder cannot fall an elephant, all martial arts are just ridiculous showmanship.

When the opponent's kneecap with the power of splitting the ground buckled head-on to his chest, all he did was raise his left hand as if he were dealing with the impact of the Nian Beast, and in an instant, like the collision of two huge waves, all the attacks became invisible!

Zhong Yan, who was blocked from moving, kicked back and pulled out with his extraordinary reaction speed. Out of the battle, he retreated again and again, until he reached the edge of the stairs before he narrowly stood still.

"Not bad."

Although he said this with a chuckle, the uncontrollable slight change in his face betrayed his true situation. If I had to describe the feeling of the moment of the fight just now, it was the fragile leg bones hitting the impregnable iron wall.

Zhang Muyan smiled and still beckoned.

Zhong Yan shook his head, and in a wry laugh, he sacrificed the famous sword fire.

The power in this person's body is by no means from the Immortal Monarch, but it is undoubtedly the blood of the royal family. He hesitated, because Zhang Muyan's feeling was very similar to his own boss. Knowing that he couldn't win, he sacrificed the fire to try how many catties and taels he had.

"Ah, counting you, have I seen all the ten famous swords?"

Zhang Muyan smiled, and after muttering to himself, he calmly met the sword blade of the flowing fire with his sword point.

The power of the flames flowing in the air was like a flock of firebirds in a riot, but none of them touched his black robes.

The two figures staggered in turns, competing sword skills, and the perfect Zhong Yanyuan threw him off more than one level, but once he was entangled, this superiority turned into the weakness of the other party to suppress him.

Ten times the power, ten times the speed, ten times the reaction!

put a thousand-pound shackle on a peerless high glove, and a hairy boy can still beat him up!

"You can't."

After some playing, this half-finished Hades Monarch seemed to be finally tired of playing with the prey in his hand, and with a light touch on the opponent's chest, a fierce penetration directly shattered the star rune battle body that Zhong Yan used to protect himself!

"Since we've come to this point," he smiled, his kind gaze sweeping toward His Highness's people, "I think you should have been ready to stay here forever?" ”

No one answered, because this sentence is not an interrogative sentence at all in essence.

At that moment, the trendy Tianwei leaked from the center of the throne, directly burying everyone present!

Except for the corpses who did not feel pain, the person with the best face among the people who were still alive was the old Taoist.

The round of bloodline impact just now can't be said to have no effect on him, but the foundation cultivation is still there, so he won't be so vulnerable to the upper bloodline.

On the opposite side of him was the Eight Great Yan Monarchs whose bloodline power had already dispersed. The forcible interruption of the life ritual caused them irreparable damage, coupled with this round of baptism, the few people who could barely stand up were afraid that they would have to pay attention not to bring out a few mouthfuls of blood even when they breathed.

Emperor Song, who was still full of spring breeze and smug half an hour ago, seemed to have suffered the collapse of heaven and earth at this moment, if the facts in front of him were just unacceptable to other Yan Jun, then for him, Zhang Muyan's sudden change in image was tantamount to a catastrophe.

His pride, his future, his life's work, and the lintel of glory for the whole family.

"Can you spare his life?"

The dying father closed his eyes slightly, and the vicissitudes of life seemed to have reached his twilight years all of a sudden.

"What do you think?" The old Taoist priest sneered, "Killing the king and seizing power, the body of a foreign race." The death of King Bian Cheng is still inconclusive, but the matter of the inner ghost has been confirmed. Just what he did today, do you think it is possible for me to spare him through the Hades Palace?! ”

Emperor Song shook his head and said no more.

Zhang Muyan on the stage smiled.

"My father, why do you say that? instead of begging me to spare their lives, but begging them to come around my life? He shook his head, and looked at the dying old man like an ignorant and ridiculous child.

"If you're looking for a way to show your father-son relationship, it's a good choice to say a few words of compliment to me at this time. I begged them to let me go, but I couldn't understand the request. What are you hoping for? Lu Cheng? If he's really going to come today, I think he's going to hurry. You have seen me as a person, and none of you here will survive. The sudden death of the Eight Great Yan Monarchs, I will give this charge to Lu Cheng as it is, and the rest of the psychic people will not believe that I can kill my father with my own hands, and only Lu Cheng, who has always been at odds with you, can do this kind of thing. So think it's the last one of my helps, and let's join forces and play that annoying guy to death. Isn't it good? ”

"It's stubborn." The old Taoist priest let out a long laugh, this time he didn't leave a sarcastic look at the old guy who was deeply protective of the calf. After all, he is an old man for so many years, and when he was dying, he understood that he should not be too mean.

Emperor Song shook his head and sat up straight against the wall.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his slightly demented gaze seemed to go back many years. The little boy who was always isolated by his friends because of his weak body stubbornly ran alone in the middle of the night when no one was around, in order to one day become as strong as everyone else.

He's trying, but he just doesn't want others to see it.

Is there really anything wrong with such a child?

He fell into a daze, until the corners of his eyes and dust left a line of cloudy tears.

"I've always ...... Proud of you. ”

After saying this belated sentence, probably there was no regret anymore, this Yan Jun, who had worked hard all his life, finally closed his eyes forever. He doesn't know what to do, he messes around, he does everything for his two sons, and he cares about the business interests of the world far more than the responsibilities of a Yan monarch.

But no one wants to blame him for this moment, for a father, he has given enough.

"I know." Zhang Muyan also smiled and nodded.

"You've been proud of me for all these years, but I'm not a good boy, and I don't deserve anything you give. This world will never give the weak any way to live, and if you want to survive, you can only trample those who oppress you one by one. It doesn't matter what means, it doesn't matter what method. The world owes me something to me and I have to take it back little by little with my own hands, and I won't let go of any of those damned people.

"I understand that I have disappointed you, father, and if sorry it helps, I would like to say sorry. Some roads are destined to be impossible to turn back once they have set foot on them, if there is no way to do your filial piety in this life, I can only follow your last wish and make my life better. ”

The same tears crossed the face of the similar, and he greeted the man in the distance, like on the Yellow Springs Road, and he was still waving to himself like a child.

He remembered that his father's personality didn't like a place to be too secluded, so he would send all these people in front of him to the old man's funeral.

"It's your turn."

Wiping away that insignificant tear, he once again gave the smile of death to everyone present, and once again held the power of life and death. Knowing that there would be today, he has long since learned to abandon the inherent feelings of human beings. When it is decided, it is decided, and those who achieve great things should not be rigid in small sections.

Sending these people on the road is the last bit of affection that he can keep for his father as a son.

That's it.

No one was going to resist, because all the efforts were in vain as far as the bloodline coercion at the moment was concerned.

The old Taoist priest still sneered, as the strongest remaining combat power on the field, he obviously had no intention of making this move.

It's not that the Inch Heart Sword Master didn't have the strength to fight with the monsters on the stage, and he took out his desperate skills, and he didn't dare to say that he could defeat a royal bloodline, he could at least ensure the safe evacuation of everyone present.

He was just waiting, waiting for the last moment to come.

"So, what are you waiting for?" As if he had seen his intentions, Zhang Muyan's gaze on the stage directly crossed Zhong Yan in front of him, and looked at the most mysterious Heavenly Master in the Temple of the Underworld, as if asking him why he hadn't made a move.

In place of the old Taoist priest, there was a wooden coffin that flew into the main hall like a swordfish from the middle of the road. Lu Cheng, who walked in slowly, ignored Zhang Muyan's smile, but walked straight to the bones of Emperor Song Weihan, and hugged the old man's body into the coffin.

"I'm glad you're finally here, and I've deliberately kept their lives until now for the sake of your main play." Zhang Muyan smiled, and always watched a series of measures after Lu Cheng entered the market.

"This coffin was originally prepared for you," finally helped Emperor Song in the coffin tidy up his remains, and Lu Cheng, who replied coldly, closed the lid of the coffin expressionlessly, "But obviously a scum like you is not worthy of leaving a whole corpse in my hands." ”

"It doesn't matter, it's a pity that you gave this to my father, I'm afraid I won't have anything to put your body on later."

The four eyes are facing each other, and what rises to the sky at the same time is the breath of two imperial blood that divide the world equally and do not give in to each other.

Zhong Yan, whose qi and blood were damaged, consciously retreated to the second front where Cui Wan'er was, and this final stage was destined to be reserved for the two royal families who were fighting each other.

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