The emperor hates rebellion.

The rebels also hated the pride of the Emperor.

How do the rebels deal with the arrogance of the emperor in his bones?

Jing Ming grabbed the emperor's neck, the emperor's arrogance was undiminished, the god on his face was still cold, and his eyes were inherently high, as if he was looking down on an ant, the hand that grabbed his neck pulled him to the front of him, and the other hand was raised and punched him in the face.

Naturally, he didn't dare to be arrogant.

The left eye socket of the emperor's face was red and swollen, the flames of the two eyeballs were rising, the palm of his hand grabbed in the air and then pressed down, and the clouds and mist that permeated the surroundings condensed together and frantically pressed towards the young man, and the neck held by Jing Ming was surging with true qi, faintly showing signs of breaking away.

The emperor is in a high position, and it is not easy to get close.

Jing Mingquan relied on the unstoppable qi in his body, and after ten steps of accumulation and layout, he got such an opportunity to hold the neck of the Bawu Emperor, how could he be willing to be broken away by him, and even ignored the clouds and mist that kept pressing his body, and he had to clasp his neck to death, the clouds and mist condensed around him were not only as simple as oppression, but each water molecule was like a mosquito, a mosquito carrying a sword, and when it touched the body, it would keep eroding and slashing, and the eyelids of the young man in pain trembled.

"Makes you mad," the boy yelled and kept swinging his fists.

The voice is so loud that it is very useful to cover up the suspicion of pain.

Between the simple three words, the Bawu Emperor was punched three more times, and both of his eye sockets were bruised and swollen, and the two angry eyeballs inside could not be seen.

The palm of the Martial Emperor became a claw, and the silver true qi flowed on the fingernails, like a sword, and buckled towards the heart of the young man's chest: "Kill!"

The heart is an important business in the human body, unless the cultivation reaches the Great Escape Period, they dare not really ignore the damage here, and no one will doubt that the Overlord Emperor will not be able to take out the young man's heart with this grasp.

Jing Ming saw the action of the Bawu Emperor, his heart was pounding in his chest, it was estimated that it was the invincible momentum in his body, and it was more likely that he was hot-headed, and he did not dodge this blow in time, but clenched his big fist and kept chiseling towards the emperor's Tianling cover, this blow was particularly heavy, and when he fell on the Tianling cover, he was smashed to reveal signs of a sword-shaped body, and his head was hit hard, and the trick of the Bawu Emperor's heart grabbing was self-defeating.

Emperor Bawu wanted Jing Ming to let go, and the young man did as he wished.

Let go of the hand that grabbed his neck, just to hammer him with both hands, keep hitting the head with the punch, under such a dense attack, the smart mind will also be beaten, the emperor is shaking and has been unstable, the young man is hot and keeps dropping punches, and he doesn't know how many punches he has made, and he is stunned to smash the majestic emperor to reveal the body, the form of the sword.

At this time, the young man was satisfied and grasped the sword.

Why did he try his best to hold the neck of the Overlord Emperor as soon as he came up, because he saw that its body was a sword, and the neck was where the hilt of the sword was.

"Boom~~~"

An astonishing momentum burst out of the boy's body, reaching the clouds and sweeping out a void in the mist-filled sky.

Broke through.

Jing Ming completely entered the late stage of Ruyi from the middle stage of Ruyi, the spiritual power of the True Qi mixed with the Sword Mountain actively flowed to the injured part of the body, the blood immediately stopped, and the wound recovered at a visible speed, but the kung fu boy who had been in half an hour recovered from top to bottom, and his skin was still flowing with a crystal luster, and his physique had been greatly improved compared to before.

What really made Jing Ming feel excited was not the breakthrough in the late stage of Ruyi, nor the improvement of his physique, but the realization of the potential.

Master Tu saw the wind and rain because of his feelings and realized the wind and rain.

Cui Yatou practiced sword perseverance, even if she knew that the swordsmanship taught by Gao Yiya was more practical, she still abandoned it for her heart, and this tenacity was the prototype of the sword momentum.

Jing Ming was thinking about what his potential was from the moment he left Linshendu.

After the poor Yulou faced the almost perfect offensive of the Demon Lord, the Holy Monarch, and the Poison Monarch, the young man realized that the momentum he wanted was to move forward, even if there was a sea of mountains and fires in front of him, he had to rush over and level him, and from then on, every step was accumulating momentum, until the moment when he smashed the Overlord Emperor out of his body with his fist regardless of his physical condition, this indomitable 'momentum' was forged.

Breaking through to the late stage of Ruyi can only be regarded as the icing on the cake.

The young man was refreshed, and he danced the famous sword that was lost and recovered, with a smile on his face, and he was in a good mood.

Gather the three sword souls of the Bawu Golden Dragon Backbone, the Imperial Fire, and the Soul Hook Jade, and naturally ascend to the second layer of the Sword Mountain, and the clouds and mist around the Sword Mountain fall, if you guess correctly, the cultivation of all the martial artists in the Qingshan area will be suppressed by one layer, for example, the original realm of Xisai Feng in the north gate is in the middle of the free period, after the first layer of the sword mountain falls, his realm is suppressed to the early stage of the free escape, and at this moment the second layer of the sword mountain falls, and his cultivation has to be suppressed at the peak of the Dao happiness at the lower level.

For example, the cultivation of artistic conception was originally at the bottom in the Qingshan area, and at this moment, it seems that those masters who occupy the resources of Qingshan are not so high and insurmountable.

Jing Ming put away the Holy Evil Sword and put it on his back, and held the sword of 400,000 taels in his hand.

Compared to the first layer, the second layer of Sword Mountain has obviously a lot more swords inserted in the ground, and the degree of decay is also much better, at least you can still see the appearance of a sword, and the martial arts cultivation of Qingshan disciples who can leave the sword in the second layer will be more refined, and their swords will be retained for a longer time.

The boy didn't leave right away.

The third layer of Sword Mountain is perennially cloudy and mist, and the first and second layers can still vaguely see the appearance of some residual swords, standing on the second layer and looking at the third layer at this moment, there are only white clouds and mist, and the appearance of the sword cannot be seen at all.

When Jing Ming was about to leave, he suddenly had a slight impulse in his heart, wanting to learn from the previous two times and go to the first floor to see what the third layer was like.

The boy didn't step into it directly, he moved quickly on the second floor, every time he passed the remnant sword inserted on the ground, the sword in his hand would point out and pick them out of the dirt, after the boy broke through, both his true qi and his strength were much stronger than before, and the sword that was picked out would not land immediately, but would float in the air for a short time, until he reached the limit of the boy when he picked up nearly twenty swords, and the sword in front of the sword would fall to the ground.

The young man raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it, and the momentum in his body flowed out along the blade of the sword, and the sword was pulled in the air, and the blade of the sword was all turned around, pointing in the direction where the young man's long sword was pointed.

The twenty swords all pointed at the third layer of Sword Mountain.

At this time, the clouds that permeated the third layer all year round did dissipate slightly, and there was a figure standing like a ghost in the daytime, this person's sideburns were slightly white, although the grade was not small, but the figure was tall and not old, and his face was also a good-looking mess.

When I was a child, I was good-looking and called Shota.

The young man is good-looking, called small fresh meat.

The middle-aged and good-looking are called ageless male gods.

The old age is still good-looking, which is called rejuvenation.

The color of this face in the third layer of Sword Mountain has definitely been very good-looking since childhood.

Jing Ming's eyes provoked, and there was no sudden appearance of someone and a good-looking mess and stopped moving the sword, the sword momentum is the same as the true qi, the amount is certain, with the state of the sword momentum in the young man's body, it is enough for the young man to move the sword five or six times like this, and immediately prompted six points, and the momentum of more than twenty swords skyrocketed, and as the young man's long sword shook, all the swords flew out and stabbed towards the third layer of the third layer of the sword.

"Oops, it hurts. ”