"How can this be reasonable!" Ye Chen shouted angrily, the fire behind him flashed, and the whole person suddenly disappeared into the void.

"Huh?" the old man's face changed, but then he couldn't help but slam a palm above his head.

Rumble!

The furious palm burst open, forming a terrifying fluctuation of spiritual power in mid-air.

The purple-gold light around Ye Chen's body burst out, and he fell down from mid-air, ignoring this spiritual power fluctuation and blasted two purple-gold divine fists at the old man.

"Ye Chen, let the old man come and understand your strength!" the old man smiled coldly, and his palms slapped one after another.

The powerful Purple Gold Divine Fist was unable to break through his palm blockade for a while.

The corners of Ye Chen's eyes shrank, and he was a little shocked in his heart.

The strength of this old man is even stronger than Zong Youwei!

I have to say that there are indeed too many masters in the royal family, just a few princes' guards are so difficult to deal with, if you change to the lord of Tianyun Country, I really don't know what kind of masters are guarding around you.

The old man's sudden action made Zong Youwei get rid of passivity.

His face sank, and he suddenly rushed towards Ye Chen, wanting to hit him hard.

"How can this be reasonable! How did the competition become a wheel war and a siege war?" At this moment, a thunderous shout suddenly sounded.

The person who spoke was Meng Tianlun!

His eyes were full of light, and a fierce murderous aura rose from his body, and the whole person was full of momentum.

"Meng hasn't done anything with anyone for a long time, let me come and meet the prince's guards for a while!" Meng Tianlun shouted angrily, and strode directly into the void.

He swept a violent wind, and appeared in front of Zong Youwei in a blink of an eye.

A violent aura rose from Meng Tianlun's body, spreading like a killing intent on the battlefield, which made everyone present feel depressed.

Although Zong Youwei's strength is not weak, in front of Meng Tianlun's momentum, he can't help but feel a tightness in his chest, and his strength is greatly affected.

He was shocked to find that although he had the powerful strength of the peak of the Linghua Realm, he seemed to be a head shorter in front of Meng Tianlun, and he felt faintly afraid.

"How can this be?" Zong Youwei's face sank, annoyed.

However, Meng Tianlun was unambiguous and didn't give him much time to hesitate at all.

Bang!

When Meng Tianlun waved his hand, a sand-like palm power blasted over.

Zong Youwei's complexion changed, and he suddenly made a move to resist, and two strange fluctuations instantly condensed.

However, under the impact of Meng Tianlun's palm, his spirit palm was obviously at a disadvantage.

"How is it possible?" Zong Youwei's eyes twitched, and his heart was shocked.

The power of the Spirit Transformation Palm was so strong that it was difficult for even Ye Chen to break it easily, but Meng Tianlun pressed him down as soon as he made a move, which was a situation he never expected.

Meng Tianlun didn't have the slightest hint of ecstasy, as if everything in front of him had been predicted by him.

He laughed loudly, and his palm swept out again, and a momentum like sweeping thousands of armies swept over, directly swinging away Zong Youwei's spirit palm, shaking it back.

"My God, General Meng's strength is so strong!"

"Hey, I'm afraid there aren't a few opponents in the Linghua Realm, right?"

"Huh, he's only a fifth-level cultivator in the Linghua Realm, why is his strength so strong?"

Everyone was shocked, Meng Tianlun only had the cultivation of the fifth layer of the Linghua Realm, but his strength was able to suppress Zong Youwei, who was at the peak of the Linghua Realm, which was really shocking.

"Don't forget, he is the general of the Zhenguo who commands a million-strong army, how can he sit in that position if he doesn't have a little means?"

"Hey, this is also true, General Meng waved his hand, that is a million corpses, this kind of momentum tempered on the battlefield is indeed not comparable to our warriors. ”

The corners of everyone's eyes twitched, and their hearts were deeply in awe.

In just a few moments, Meng Tianlun beat Zong Youwei to the point that he was almost powerless to fight back.

Feeling the strength of the other party, Ye Chen couldn't help but sigh secretly, and also deeply admired the methods of this Zhenguo general.

At the same time, he also understood the reason why the Blood Phoenix Kingdom was so powerful, but it had been unable to annex the Tianyun Kingdom.

With such a powerful and mighty general guarding the border pass, even if the Blood Phoenix Kingdom wanted to invade, it would not be easy to do it.

Meng Tianlun's shot obviously surprised both the Seventh and Fifth Princes.

They didn't expect that Meng Tianlun would actually make a horizontal move at this time.

The two glanced at each other, both frowning.

"Sect Guard, is your strength just like this? Then don't blame Meng for being unkind!" Meng Tianlun's shot became more and more aggressive, and suddenly his palm changed, and he slapped out wildly.

Rumble!

This palm broke through Zong Youwei's spirit transformation palm and slammed directly into his chest, shocking him to the point of vomiting blood and flying back, and falling heavily to the ground.

"Damn!" Zong Youren vomited blood, and his face was extremely ugly.

"How can this be reasonable!" The Seventh Prince's face sank, and he shouted angrily.

"Meng Tianlun, what do you mean, my guards are fighting with Ye Chen, you didn't say anything, and you even seriously injured him, you have to give me an explanation today!" Zuo Qiu Peng shouted angrily, and the cold light in his eyes shone brightly.

He had long been jealous of Meng Tianlun, but before he could make a move, the other party took the initiative to provoke, which made him unbearable.

Who knows, Meng Tianlun didn't care at all in the face of his questioning.

"Hahahaha! Seventh Prince, do you think Meng Mou made a casual move?"

"The surname is Meng, what do you mean?" Zuo Qiu Peng obviously didn't expect the other party to say this, and at this time, the corners of his eyes twitched, and he was greatly annoyed.

Meng Tianlun sneered: "You have a lot of background, I wonder if the Seventh Prince knows his true identity?"

"Meng Tianlun, I don't understand what you mean!" Zuo Qiu Peng frowned, and a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

Zong Youwei was recommended by a member of the imperial court, so he was naturally a trustworthy figure, but Meng Tianlun was shocked when he said this.

Obviously, Meng Tianlun would never say this for no reason, which probably means that Zong Youwei's identity is different.

"Since the Seventh Prince still doesn't understand, then Meng Mou will let you understand it!" Meng Tianlun shouted loudly, and suddenly appeared in front of Zong Youwei, and when his palm fell, he directly shattered the robe on his upper body.

Zong Youwei wanted to dodge, but it was too late, and under Meng Tianlun's attack, he didn't have the strength to fight back.

The pressure brought to him by the other party is too strong!

"Damn! Lord save me!" Zong Youwei's face changed drastically, and he clutched a place on his chest and shouted.

Seeing this scene, Zuo Qiu Peng, the seventh prince, was instantly furious.

"Meng Tianlun, you deceive people too much!"

"It's too much of a deception, hmph, the Seventh Prince, come and see, what is this?" Meng Tianlun's face sank, and he kicked Zong Youwei's arm open, revealing a certain mark on his chest.

Everyone looked at it intently and couldn't help but look stunned.

On Zong Youwei's chest, there was a bright red bird-shaped mark, and the image looked very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere. (To be continued.) )