How strong the last human emperor in the world should be, Zeng Jiuhe will not understand. And at this moment, how could this sword cultivator who was only a half-step sword cultivator in the realm of refining the void be able to summon the phantom of the human emperor who was admired by thousands of living beings in Kyushu, he also didn't understand.

Her face was blurred, but a little cold was faintly visible, and the emperor woman pressed it with her bare hands, and the six swords on the star wheel came out together, and the unstoppable power came down with a bang.

Zeng Jiuhe, who relied on external forces more than himself, was forced to go to Liangshan, and his face was full of hideousness, and the fluctuations that belonged to the iQue Realm were full of ups and downs, his tongue bloomed with spring thunder, and his hands pressed forward suddenly, and the wind, rain and thunder roaring in the sky appeared to be motionless for dozens of breaths! The majestic rain turned into countless slender raindrops that could be clearly seen with the naked eye of mortals, and the thunder that descended from the majestic heavenly court like a dragon and snake was no longer fleeting, but like a thunder pillar standing between heaven and earth, as bright as day, and the six sword qi was more majestic than the rain of the six wisdom sword puppets floating in the air and still, and even the thoughts of all the creatures in this heaven and earth appeared as blank as fragments.

This situation can be called a real immortal supernatural power, treacherous and mysterious.

Zeng Jiuhe's thin palms trembling like chicken feet were put down, and he was a little relieved to look at the scene of time and space standing still in front of him, and then his face was hideous, none of the sword immortals who came out of Qingyun Mountain were simple. Only a half-step refinement of the Void Realm's micro-end cultivation can fight with him here, if this guy is really allowed to grow to the level of the Divine Journey Realm, wouldn't it be that Qingyun Mountain will have a second Qinglan? He will never tolerate it!

Zeng Jiuhe dodged to Chang Xi's vicinity and was just about to kill him, but in vain a strong warning appeared, stopped and looked at it, Rao is tenacity of his cultivation for hundreds of years, and he couldn't help but be covered in a cold sweat at this moment.

In the long sky scroll where everything should be still, a pair of golden dragon eyes and the gradually clear majestic eyes of the human emperor woman were staring at him.

The human emperor was angry, and the corpse was floating for thousands of miles.

Dragons have reverse scales, and if they touch it, they will die.

In the next moment, the Divine Passage Method, which could temporarily imprison time and space, had been stretched to the limit, Chang Xi's eyes and ears were oozed with golden blood, his face was miserable and hideous, his appearance was no longer handsome and chic before the war, and the Yin and Yang Life and Death Sword Intent rolled up in his body shattered the afterglow of the supernatural power, and the Six Hui Swords broke free from the shackles and went straight to Zeng Jiuhe's chest like six comets.

How strong was the power of the sword in the hands of the human emperor back then?

Zeng Jiuhe, who reaped the consequences, tried his best to block the six golden ancient swords in front of him that were so cold that they could make him tremble, and the spiritual power shield and Dharma Protector Divine Power that were supported by the Divine Journey Realm with the strength of his hands were pierced into a shocking arc by the tip of the sword, and it seemed that it was about to be punctured in the next second, but the tenacious shield always blocked the tip of the sword.

Zeng Jiuhe was waiting, this kind of domineering trick that could directly threaten the life of the power of the Divine Journey Realm was far from being something that a mere half-step Void Realm cultivator could use unscrupulously. Looking at the sword cultivator boy's golden pupils that are getting darker and darker, it is not difficult to know that he is already at the end of the crossbow. Zeng Jiuhe's cultivation in the Divine Wandering Realm did not come from the right path of one step at a time, but a shortcut to the wrong path that was criticized by others. Cultivation is like a castle in the air, no matter how majestic it looks when it is built, it is not as stable and down-to-earth as other powers.

However, no matter how bad the iQue Realm is, it is still the iQue Realm after all!

Zeng Jiuhe took a deep breath, his chest was burning like a fire, and his limbs were filled with pain that he had never experienced in these years. As for where and whose hands he suffered such a serious injury last time, Zeng Jiuhe, who had already lost himself on the road of cultivating immortals, could no longer remember.

Just as the Six Hui Sword was about to pierce through the shield and penetrate Zeng Jiuhe's chest, the indomitable sword momentum was suddenly interrupted, and the sword light was far less dim than the previous six ancient swords and rolled back to the star wheel behind the Human Emperor Phantom, emitting a truly unwilling sword sound.

The phantom of the human emperor who stood between heaven and earth dissipated.

The power of the Emperor Dao Sword Divine Power is two or three points stronger than the most domineering forbidden sword technique in Qingyun Mountain, but its consumption is far greater than ordinary people imagine. If there was a steady stream of Yin and Yang Life and Death Sword Intent on the lotus platform in Shi Xi's body, the terrifying Human Emperor Phantom would probably not be able to hold on to even a few blinks of an eye.

The golden blood in Chang Xi's seven orifices, who was trembling like chaff, was no longer slowly oozing, but flowing in large streams. It is not an exaggeration to call him a pride in the way of the sword, and any sword-related magic method can bloom in his hands with terrifying power far beyond others, which is also an important reason why he can fight with Zeng Jiuhe, who has an improper foundation, with only half a step of cultivation and cultivation. However, the end of squeezing the power of the Emperor Dao Sword Divine Power will naturally not be much better than others, and now he is really out of oil, and the Cave Sword is still in his hand, but he can no longer do such a simple action as lifting the sword.

Zeng Jiuhe, who finally regained the upper hand after a hard fight, looked up to the sky and smiled, and then swept like a thunderbolt, knocking the arrogant sword cultivator who couldn't stand on the ground with an unstable body, and before Chang Xi could stand up, Zeng Jiuhe stepped on the knee of the half-kneeling sword cultivator with a kick that made him fall to the ground again in embarrassment, and fell into the rain with a bang.

Zeng Jiuhe, who had an abominable face, squatted down, looked at the fine golden dragon scales growing on Chang Xi's face, reached out and pulled down a piece of dragon scales in his hand, and then repeatedly pulled out those dragon scales like a cat playing with a mouse. In order to make the little creature who could no longer move, he pulled up the scales, twisted them in a very large arc, and then pulled them up so violently that he pulled out even a small piece of flesh on his cheek.

Chang Xi's half-handsome face suddenly became bloody and blurred.

The old man, who was almost crazy, stretched out his hand and brutally smashed into the blur of flesh and blood on Chang Xi's cheek, pulled out his fingers stained with golden dragon blood and put it in his mouth to suck it, and laughed wildly: "It is really the purest dragon blood! Compared to the so-called dragon blood in the sect and the blood on the previous dragons, it is really very different! With your blood in the medicine, my cultivation will definitely be able to go to the next level, and when the time comes, whether it is the Qinglan of Qingyun Mountain or the old thing of Lingyang in Tianyong City, it will be all right!"

Zeng Jiuhe, who stretched out his hand and pulled off a piece of flesh on Chang Xi's cheek and put it in his mouth to chew, only then did he expose his demonic nature and sneered: "Don't worry, I won't let you die so happily, I will cut off your limbs, make you an adult and graft you on the spirit wood spirit plant, and squeeze the dragon blood pressure in your body clean." Rest assured, this process will last for at least a hundred years, and you will not be able to survive or die!"

The golden dragon pupils in Chang Xi's eyes were scorching, and he slowly closed his eyes.

From the beginning of his fight with Zeng Jiuhe, he knew that although he had many hole cards, it was tantamount to a fool's dream to kill Zeng Jiuhe, who had been famous for a long time, on the frontal battlefield, so he had already prepared.

He closed his eyes and said softly, "Rise." ”

With Chang Xi as the center of the circle, the formation curtain rose to the sky, and Zeng Jiuhe, who was not in good condition, was caught off guard, so that the formation curtain was completely closed above his head. In an instant, it was as if the whole world was pouring on him, and the terrifying gravity went straight to the soles of his feet!

Zeng Jiuhe roared and knelt deep on his knees, not far from the point where the oil ran out, he was no longer able to resist the pressure of this insoluble power, if it weren't for the fact that Fang Cai's damn sword cultivation flesh and blood could replenish the qi machine, he couldn't support it at this time.

Chang Xi, who was also deeply affected by gravity, couldn't even move a finger, and the golden keel of his body creaked under the weight of Weili, and he turned his head sideways with difficulty.

In the gradually blurred vision, the noble woman who was like the Queen Mother of the West for the first time in the Qingyun Gate rushed over with a black mountain peak in her hand.

In the roar of a mountain peak falling to the earth and the terrible screams of Zeng Jiuhe, the sound of broken flesh and bones and the death of Yuan Ying gradually blurred in his ears.

The last thing that caught Chang Xi's eyes was the pretty face of the emperor who was full of tears.

At that moment, it seemed like the sky was clear.