Yuan Wu's lips were tightly pursed, as thin as a blade, but in the depths of his eyes, a frenzied flame suddenly ignited.

For a moment he felt anger, then pride.

The anger came from his familiar breath of Yan Ying.

Yan Ying, a cultivator of the Thousand Tombs Mountain, was originally a freak, refining the entire Thousand Tombs Mountain into a natal object, and also gave him a heavy blow in the Lushan Alliance, making it difficult for him to heal for a while.

Yan Ying left behind a disciple, and now Zheng Sleeve's method is obviously also passed on by that disciple.

The methods of the Donghu ascetics, the natal sword of Zhao Jianlu, the secret method of the Yin gods and ghosts of the Thousand Tombs Mountain, and this golden phoenix robe... It seems that all the powerful sects in the world, those powerful cultivators, have become his enemies, and they all want him to die.

Pride is also because of this.

Just like Wang Jingmeng back then, only the pinnacle cultivators in this world can become the enemy of the world.

"I don't know what you're struggling with, I don't know what you're not willing to do, if you were willing to be a good wife, you wouldn't be in such a situation at all. When a fire of arrogance burned in his eyes, he spoke.

At the moment when the first word sounded, a majestic force had already fallen.

This power is like an invisible huge city wall, which is no stranger to the cultivators of Changling.

In the past, the old man who guarded the Changling Tomb in the corner tower had used such power more than once.

Today, too, this power is coming from afar.

In the middle corner of the harbor, in the center of many palace cultivators, many carriages were parked.

There are many important court officials inside, as well as "Huang Zhenwei".

As many people expected, from the very beginning of the battle, Yuan Wu was unable to let Huang Zhenwei appear.

Even if Huang Zhenwei was controlled by him and turned into a puppet, such a thing has long been circulated in the streets and alleys of Changling, but when the war is calmed down, when the Great Qin army destroys Yan and can be expected to dominate the world, such a thing will be ignored or even forgotten.

But if Huang Zhenwei, who had become a puppet, was controlled by him at this time in full view of everyone, it would be very different.

The strong sense of visual impact will make the vast majority of people present feel that Yuanwu is too cruel.

Just because Huang Zhenwei didn't appear didn't mean he couldn't borrow Huang Zhenwei's power.

This majestic power, like an invisible wall, came from the dead silence of the carriage.

There was a loud bang.

The cold flames that pierced Yuan Wu's throat slammed into the invisible city wall.

The vitality violently collided and devoured, and traces of explosions appeared in the void, like lightning.

Yuan Wu's hand was already being handed out faster than lightning.

A bright yellow sword light was like a meteor, generated in mid-air, breaking through the boundaries of time and space, with a terrifying roar, instantly smashing towards the advancing Zheng Sleeve.

Zheng Sleeve's body trembled violently, and she forcibly withdrew her sword and stabbed it upward.

Syllable!

There was another tooth-sore thumping sound in the air.

A burning smell rushes straight into people's nasal cavities, making people feel extremely uncomfortable.

A slight cracking sound was muffled by the sound of such an impact.

Zheng's sword-holding hand fell down in a strange manner.

Her right hand was shattered by Yuan Wu's sword.

Yuan Wu's voice continued to reach her ears.

Until this time, Yuan Wu's sentence had not been finished.

A broken arm does not mean the loss of a powerful impact.

Her body plummeted to the surface.

When her feet landed on the water, the water below was already blasted open by the powerful force, turning into a crystal mist.

These mists rushed towards her body like incomparably fine emery, causing countless tiny holes to appear in her skin, and black blood mist burst out from inside.

"What else do you have?"

Yuan Wu put away his sword, looked at her, and continued.

She was in such a miserable state, even if she borrowed the power of those great masters in this world, it was nothing more than that.

In his opinion, this battle should be over by then.

However, at this moment, his brows suddenly raised, a little puzzled, and some inexplicable palpitations.

......

Life and death have naturally been put aside for Zheng Sleeve, but the feeling of pain cannot disappear.

At this time, Zheng Sleeve should be in great pain, but the look in her eyes was still indifferent, and there was no change at all.

Her left hand caught the small sword in her right hand and glanced up at Yuan Wu.

A terrible sound sounded in her body, like the roar of a river bursting its banks.

The true yuan in her body surged out without reservation, frantically injected into the small sword in her left hand.

Such a terrifying speed of infusing the true element made the strongest sword of Zhao Jian Furnace almost reach the limit of what it could bear, and the sword tire of the entire sword shook uncontrollably from the inside out.

Yuan Wu took a deep breath.

His perception was sharper than that of all the cultivators present.

He keenly sensed a killing opportunity that came earlier than the power of this sword.

In this piece of heaven and earth, there are suddenly many invisible starlights.

In his perception, these starlights flew all over the sky like fireflies that suddenly appeared in the summer.

This kind of starlight came from the starry sky outside this heaven and earth, and naturally it could only be induced by Zheng Sleeve's true element.

This kind of starlight has no cohesion, and it is logically indistinguishable from those natural sunshines, and it has no lethal power.

However, when such starlight appeared in his perception, the true yuan and qi and blood in his body suddenly lit up with many yuan qi that he usually couldn't feel at all.

In his body's qi and blood and true yuan, countless such starlights also appeared.

This starlight was not under his control at all, and it also flew disorderly in his body, even flying out of his body.

He was inhaling deeply from inexplicable palpitations.

At this time, he unconsciously breathed suddenly, and felt unusually uncomfortable.

This kind of miscellaneous qi that is not under his control is naturally generated, which is no different from the sudden poison in the body of ordinary people.

"Spirit Lotus Seed!"

It was only for a moment that he understood where this starlight came from.

From the time he officially ascended the throne and became the Yuanwu Emperor of the Great Qin Dynasty, Zheng Sleeve used the spiritual veins of Changling to arrange the Lingquan Pool, and then began to cultivate the spiritual lotus.

The spiritual lotus absorbs the spiritual veins and aura, gathers the essence of heaven and earth, and is the most powerful healing holy object in the world.

However, it was only at this point that the image of ignorance suddenly appeared in his mind.

There is a peculiar patio on the Lingquan Pond.

The starlight of the night was refracted through the courtyard, and countless blurred brilliance fell in the spiritual spring pool.

"It turns out that from that time on, this spiritual lotus began to grow... This spiritual lotus already contains the poison you have hidden! It turns out that this is the most vicious method in the real world, and you spiritual lotus seed has been ready to use it against me from the beginning!"

Yuan Wu laughed, and laughed bitterly.