"Hum—"

The true qi in Li Yun's body surged out like substance, forming a true qi cyclone around his body, supporting him to slowly rise into the air, and even emitting a piercing buzzing sound!

A long hair is automatic without wind at this time, dancing like a group of snakes dancing wildly.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he had risen to a distance of several zhang high, and with the strange patterns behind him that were ordered by the sky and lived forever, it seemed that the gods had descended!

The emperor's expression was neither happy nor sad, his eyes swept over the people present like a sharp sword, and just by being looked at, many people felt that the hairs on their bodies stood on end, and they had an indescribable sense of fear.

Huangwei!

The surging qi and blood emanating from the emperor's whole body even made the surrounding air scorching, making people dare not look at it directly!

Although the nine commanders had already seen the emperor's Martial Saint Realm in the imperial study, at this time, they could not hide the blood surging in their hearts when they saw the Martial Saint hanging in full force again.

Miao Fengshan looked at the emperor in mid-air with trembling all over his body, thinking of the shock that the emperor gave them in the martial arts alliance at the beginning, he only felt like he was dreaming at this time.

Isn't what these martial arts people have been pursuing all their lives is the martial saint in front of them, the ultimate in martial arts?

I never thought that there would be a day in this life when I would see the Martial Saint come to the world with my own eyes!

"My Emperor is victorious! My Emperor wins! Miao Fengshan took the lead in shouting, and beside him, several other real-level commanders who were fighting were also demoralized, as if they felt the call of the Martial Saint, and shouted in unison.

Although it was only the shouts of nine people, on this battlefield, it was like a thousand troops!

At the same time, the hundreds of thousands of guards in and under the city, as well as the hundreds of thousands of people in the capital and the civil and military officials above the court, could not suppress the excitement in their hearts at this time, and at the same time shouted frantically:

"My Emperor is victorious! My Emperor wins! My Emperor wins! ”

Martial Saint Emperor! The bravery displayed in this is enough to make everyone tremble with excitement when they think about it, and they can't help themselves.

And seeing the almost divine image of the emperor in mid-air, hundreds of thousands of rebels, whether it was the Zhenbei Army, the Xuanwu Army, or the Han Dragon Army, were all shocked at this time, and their faces turned pale.

Along the way of martial arts, the gap between super grades and ordinary grades is like a chasm, and the gap between martial saints and other super grades is like a moat!

All the elite soldiers were shaken at this time, and their morale became much lower.

A simple emperor or a simple martial saint may not bring them such a shock, but now what appears in front of them is the Martial Saint Emperor!

The Iron Floating Tu and the wolf riders who had originally surrounded the emperor in the middle of the throne neighed in fear one after another, some knelt on the ground on the spot, and many of them desperately retreated with their biological instincts.

For a time, the military formation of the Zhenbei Army was in chaos.

It's just that in front of the emperor, He Xingzu, who was riding on the back of a demon horse, was not afraid of anti-joy, and when he saw this scene, he showed a hideous smile, looked at Li Yun in mid-air and said slowly:

"It turns out that Your Majesty has already entered the realm of the Martial Saint, which is really gratifying! It turns out that this is the realm of the Martial Saint! This seat has already felt the true meaning of the martial arts, thank you, Your Majesty! ”

Then he waved the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand, and said:

"It's a pity, this martial art is just a small path after all, and Fan Wu is just Fan Wu, Your Majesty doesn't know the mystery of Fang Shu at all...... Wait until this seat kills Your Majesty, this martial saint realm, this seat can also break through! ”

Then he shouted:

"Great Shaman help me!"

As soon as the words fell, I heard a strange chanting sound from the military formation of the Zhenbei Army, and the dark clouds in the sky became thicker, and the demon wind suddenly rose, sweeping the flesh and blood of the corpses of the Iron Floating Tu and the wolf riders who were killed by the emperor on the ground, and instantly turned into a red wind.

Immediately afterwards, this red wind poured into the bodies of the Zhenbei troops present, making their eyes red and their combat power skyrocketing.

The largest crimson wind surrounded He Xingzu's body, forming a red whirlwind, and in this whirlwind, the blood-colored phantoms of Tiefutu emerged and merged into He Xingzu's body.

Immediately, He Xingzu's body, which was already nine feet high, squirmed wildly like a crouching dragon again, and in the sound of bones, his body swelled again, and this time, it directly reached one zhang!

The demon horse beneath him also neighed, like a war elephant.

On the surface of He Xingzu's body, there was also a red true qi gushing out, although it was not as pure as the emperor's martial saint true qi, but it had also reached the level of true qi overflowing.

"Rejoice! Joyfully! He Xingzu's eyes had turned red, and he couldn't see a trace of the whites of his eyes at all, and even his voice was like the roar of a beast.

He only felt that the power in his body was surging like a river, almost bursting his body, and his heart was burning unbearably.

Rising in a hurry, he grabbed a wolf rider next to him, held it high above his head, and tore it into two pieces in the frightened cry of the wolf rider, and poured it all over his body.

Throwing away the corpse, He Xingzu twisted his neck, raised the Fang Tian painting halberd in his hand and pointed at the emperor, and with a clamp between his legs, the demon horse had already jumped into the air, taking him to the emperor in mid-air!

Everyone on this battlefield watched this scene with bated breath, and from a distance, He Xingzu was enveloped in a ball of blood that connected the earth, as if it was a red demon wind, attacking the Martial Saint Emperor in mid-air!

Seeing that the emperor's gaze was cold, without the slightest emotion, he actually threw down a pair of big swords in his hand at will, and pointed at them like swords, and swung a blow in mid-air.

"————Boom" There was an explosion in the air, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and a sword light several zhang long appeared in the void, like a Changhong, colliding with He Xingzu's Fang Tian Painting Halberd!

The piercing sound of "Zheng ————" resounded throughout the battlefield, and the ripples of the true qi burst out under the two of them formed a bombardment wave, spreading in all directions, turning the Iron Floating Tu below and the wolf riders on their backs on the spot.

He Xingzu's body was still blessed by a blood-colored whirlwind, and he rode a demon horse to the ground, waved his somewhat sour arm, and said hesitantly:

"Martial Saint? But so, the power of this seat is not lost to you! ”

At this moment, he only heard a cracking sound, and the Fang Tian Painting Halberd in his hand seemed to be decaying at this time, shattering inch by inch.

And the war-like demon horse beneath him also let out a mournful roar, his limbs shattered, his mouth spurted blood, and he fell to his knees.

At the same time, the emperor, who only listened to the suspension in mid-air, looked at He Xingzu indifferently and said slowly:

"This is the power of shamanic witchcraft? The side door is left to disappoint, and it is really boring. ”

As he spoke, he saw the emperor wave his hand again, and instantly took up a true qi blade several zhang long in the void and slashed towards the air.

This true qi sewn straight to the sky, and instantly tore the increasingly thick dark clouds in the sky into a hundred-foot-long opening, and it was divided into two!

The glorious sun appeared behind the dark clouds, like the light of a sharp sword shining through the cracks, shining on the battlefield and shining on the emperor.

The gods are born!

The emperor's gaze swept over the Zhenbei army present, and a mighty imperial power surged out, forming a violent wind pressure and pressing around.

Those soldiers of the Zhenbei Army who had just received the blessing of the power of blood instantly felt that the strength they had just gained suddenly collapsed, their whole bodies were sore, and they were even pressed by the emperor to kneel on the ground, unable to raise their heads.

This is exactly another power that Li Yun discovered after becoming a Martial Saint that only a Martial Saint can have, domineering as a prison!

And as the emperor, the domineering he can release is also extremely extraordinary, it is the emperor's domineering!

Then, Li Yun looked at He Xingzu below and said lightly:

"Since you are so confident in your own strength, I will kill you with my strength."

As he spoke, the Emperor slowly walked down from mid-air and walked in the air, as if there was an invisible staircase in this void.

He Xingzu's eyes were red at this time, as if he was crazy, and he laughed fiercely:

"Good! Good! Good! This seat is complete! Great shaman help me! ”

As he spoke, the blood-colored wind formed a strange armor phantom on the surface of his body, carrying the head and scale armor of the beast, and suddenly snatched the spear of a Tiefutu next to him, dancing into a blood line, and stabbing at the emperor.

In full view of everyone, the emperor stabbed forward with his bare hands and without any fancy tricks.

This punch instantly hit the tip of He Xingzu's spear.

He Xingzu, who was rushing forward, suddenly froze in place, as if he had encountered the torrent of the embankment.

The "Buzz ————" True Qi shock wave spread in all directions like a torrent, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, the spear in He Xingzu's hand began to shatter little by little from the tip of the spear, and he himself was instantly shrouded in the emperor's domineering aura, unable to move a bit, and the expression on his face was like slow motion.

Immediately afterwards, in the astonishment of everyone, the emperor walked in front of He Xingzu without joy or sorrow, and instantly threw a punch.

This punch was as fast as lightning, and everyone couldn't see the emperor's movements clearly, and He Xingzu had already been blasted out like a cannonball!

His huge body was like a rag doll being fiddled with at random, drawing a straight line, flying out dozens of zhang, falling into the military formation of the Zhenbei Army, instantly smashing the Zhenbei Army to pieces, and rolling on the ground for dozens of zhang before stopping.

I saw that a fist mark like a big pit appeared on the left half of He Xingzu's face, his neck was rotated one hundred and eighty degrees, and the direction of his face and back was obviously broken!

Just a punch!

"Ho...... Ho ......" He Xingzu let out a beast-like roar from his mouth, struggled to stand up, raised his hand to pull his head back, stood up and twisted his neck, looked at the emperor, and said with a cruel smile: "This is the power of the Martial Saint?" This seat has already touched this power...... Great shaman help me! ”

As he spoke, he roared wildly and threw himself at the emperor again!

The strange sound of chanting spells reappeared, sucking out a bloody aura from the flesh and blood on the battlefield, and poured into He Xingzu's body desperately.

Every time he took a step forward, his figure swelled again, and when he came to the emperor, he didn't look like a human at all!

"This seat is going to ......" He Xingzu roared and pounced on the emperor, and even poked out his fangs from his mouth, like a beast.

At this moment, the emperor moved!

In just a moment of lightning, the emperor's right hand had already swung thousands of punches!

In the eyes of the surrounding people, a wall composed of fist shadows seemed to appear in front of the emperor, pushing towards He Xingzu.

The sound of a thump on the flesh merged into a muffled thud.

In the next moment, He Xingzu's upper body was suddenly shattered, and it was blasted into a piece of flesh and blood by those countless fists, scattered and splashed in all directions!

(End of chapter)