"There is such a secret technique that can increase the power of his martial arts thirty-three times in an instant. If he were an ordinary peak martial emperor, he would probably be killed by this knife."

After calming down, Sima Hong thought with some palpitations in his heart, "This child must be eliminated, otherwise there will be endless troubles. If he grows up in the future, the Sima family will die."

Looking at Sima Hong who was standing up again, Xiao Chen, who was lying on the ground, couldn't help but show a bitter smile. Using the powerful word technique to activate the Qinglong to go to sea was the strongest killing move he could use.

Once the word "Strength" is moved, any boxing, footing and martial arts will be instantly expanded by thirty-three times.

Xiao Chen used the first time he used the word "Strength" by Liu Ruyue's father. He used it passively at that time, and could only use it without knowing the principle.

After being promoted to Emperor Wu, he barely learned this secret technique with the help of Ao Jiao. Now he is not proficient in mastering, and his true energy is not strong enough. With such use.

Not only did the true energy be exhausted, but the physical strength was completely overdrawn. If there was no three or five days of rest, I would probably not be able to recover.

Looking at Sima Hong who was slowly walking towards him, like the god of death, Xiao Chen calmed down. Even if he asked him to choose again, he would not choose to lose without a fight. He would rather die in battle than bow his head.

If a person lives for a breath, why do you have to make himself live so depressed? Such a life is not what he wants, and it is meaningless to live.

Literature           Inserting the Yueying Knife into the sheath, Xiao Chen stopped Ao Jiao from appearing, and was not prepared to make the other party fight desperately. He had promised the Thunder Emperor that he would never let the Yueying Knife break again, even if he died!

"A warrior is promoted to a Martial Saint. His body is infused with spiritual energy for a long time. When he understands the world, his body will also become a holy body. He cannot be seen with the eyes of ordinary warriors."

"Overall minor injuries can be recovered in a very short time, and their physical defense is several times higher than that of the peak Martial Emperor."

"Although Xiao Chen hurt the other party, he had no root of injury and was futile."

"Even so, he can be proud. He hurt the Martial Saint with the cultivation of Emperor Wu. He is probably the only one who has been there for thousands of years. It's a pity..."

Outside the flying platform, some warriors who were watching the fun showed a strong look of regret in their eyes and sighed. Just like in the sword pavilion today, no one could stop Sima Hong, Xiao Chen's ending can be imagined.

A distance of 1,000 meters, Sima Hong came to Xiao Chen in just a hundred steps, and looked at the weak Xiao Chen on the ground, without any emotional presence.

"You should be proud of yourself when you die at the hands of a martial saint."

Sima Hong made a move and his long sword stabbed Xiao Chen's heart like lightning.

Bang!

Just as the sword edge was about to touch Xiao Chen's chest, a blood-colored sword energy fell from the sky, stabbing Sima Hong's eyebrows with endless killing intentions.

The sword energy contained a surging power, as if the power of thousands of people gathered together, and there was a trace of heaven and earth in it.

Sensing a trace of threat, Sima Hong put his sword in his hand and set up a sword light to meet him.

clang!

The sword edge and the sword light touched, Sima Hong took three steps back and looked up, but Jiang Chi finally arrived with two thousand elite troops in the Divine Sword Camp.

Wearing a strong robe and holding a blood blade, the eyes were covered in coldness. The two thousand swordsmen looked at Sima Hong without any fear, only surrounded by endless killing.

Under the leadership of Jiang Chi, two thousand people formed a blood evil formation in the air. Everyone's aura was connected together to form a magnificent trend.

The wisp of sword energy just now was used by these two thousand people, and for the first time, he truly repelled Sima Hong three steps.

Jiang Chi said in a deep voice: "Sima Hong, leave here, Tiandao Pavilion has never had anything, otherwise the Tiandao Pavilion will be defeated by death, and it will definitely cost you a price."

Sima Hong sneered: "Ignorance, what price can the small Tiandao Pavilion cost me? Today I will let you see what the true strength of the Martial Saint is!"

jump!

With a sudden bounce of his foot on the ground, Sima Hong came to Jiang Chi. As the sword swung, he wanted to emit a sword light from the sky. Each sword incorporated the power of heaven and earth into the sword force.

Two thousand children from the Divine Sword Camp around him used their swords at the same time, relying on the power of the formation to gather all the power of the human beings on Jiang Chi.

Jiang Chi swung his sword and tried his best to resist, but when Sima Hong was using all his strength, he seemed to be pale in front of the huge power of heaven and earth.

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

Sima Hong's eyes were quiet, and he used all kinds of sword moves one by one, faster and faster, and his strength became stronger and stronger, defeating Jiang Chi in the void step by step.

The blood evil formation formed by two thousand elites could not truly resist the Martial Saint Sima Hong.

"You dare to be arrogant and break the bullshit formation!"

Sima Hong lost his patience, and all the sword lights merged together. With one sword, Jiang Chi's sword shattered, and the long sword in his hand was directly picked out.

The sword light entered the body, and all the accumulated injuries exploded in one breath, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and the body fell from a high altitude weakly.

Two thousand swordsmen in the Divine Sword Camp who had been delivering power to Jiang Chi could not hold on at the same time, and spit out a blood arrow, and people fell from the air like raindrops.

After breaking the blood evil formation, Sima Hong fell down again and walked towards Xiao Chen with endless murderous intent.

"Fight with him!"

The Supreme Elders who were originally afraid of Sima Hong's strength, now saw Jiang Chi and two thousand people falling from the air in a miserable way.

The eyes were full of hatred, and each of them used their strongest unique skills, blooming in the air with colorful and various sword rays, slashing towards Sima Hong in the air.

Sima Hong showed a trace of disdain at the corner of his mouth and said, "No matter how many ants there are, what's the use!"

Dangdangdangdangdangdang!

The sword light flashed, and Sima Hong's steps did not stop. He did not stop at all with many attacks from these people, and he did not stop at all, one step at a time.

With one sword, he broke through the unique martial arts that the Supreme Elders had studied throughout his life, and beat the Supreme Elders of the Tiandao Pavilion back like sandbags, without any power of backhand.

"Is this the strength of the Martial Saint? It's so terrifying. He is worthy of being the top figure in the 6th pyramid of Tianwu Great. Even the power of a sect can't stop him."

"The Tiandao Pavilion is afraid it will suffer a catastrophe."

The warriors who came to see the fun all showed a look of gloating. The rise of the Tiandao Pavilion was not a good thing for them.

"Stop him, don't let him kill Senior Brother Xiao Chen!"

The disciples of Tiandao Pavilion gathered around the Feitiantai, watching Sima Hong get closer and closer to Xiao Chen, and their blood surged up.

I could no longer help but pounced towards Sima Hong one after another, just to stop Sima Hong's footsteps and win a glimmer of hope for Xiao Chen.

"Things that are worse than ants dare to block my way!"

Sima Hong's face showed an impatient look, and he was too lazy to swing the long sword, so he slapped his left hand.

The wind blew from all directions, forming a strong airflow. The disciples of Tiandao Pavilion who were flying in, were directly blown by the strong wind and retreated thousands of meters away.

As the footsteps sounded from far to near, Sima Hong came to Xiao Chen again, looking at Xiao Chen's cold voice, "I never speak loudly, now I know what the difference between your thoughts will cause."

Xiao Chen had no expression on his pale face, but he just said coldly: "If I don't die, I will definitely kill the Sima family in the future!"

"Hahaha, who can save you." Sima Hong seemed to hear the ridiculous words and laughed arrogantly, "Who dares to offend a martial saint to save you? He is still dreaming about death. Go to hell to destroy my Sima family!"

"Arrogant!"

At this moment, a cold snorkeled from the horizon. The person who spoke seemed to be far away from the horizon, but the voice seemed to be in the ears of a person, whispering softly.

The two extremely contradictory feelings merged together, and Sima Hong's face suddenly changed. He felt an extremely dangerous aura and quickly looked back.

But before he could react, a wooden box seemed to have traveled through the distance between time and space, and suddenly flew over and hit Sima Hong.

Puchi!

The small wooden box seemed to contain unrivaled power. Sima Hong spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backwards.

The wooden box stood in front of Xiao Chen with a swishing sound, and four vast characters written by the emperor in person were written on the front, which made people dare not look directly at it.

Sima Hong wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth and roared: "Pretending to be a god, Tianwu Da 6 has no Emperor Wu, die for me!"

After he finished speaking, he rushed towards Xiao Chen in a more fierce posture.

Click to scratch!

The four wooden boards of the wooden box fell down one by one, and an ancient long knife quietly hangs in the air.

A terrifying aura spread out from the blade like a sea of ​​scattered seas. In the face of this aura, Sima Hong was like a water droplet in the vast ocean, inconspicuous.

The momentum was as heavy as a mountain. Sima Hong bumped into this momentum and rebounded back in a very embarrassing way, rolling on the ground for several times before stopping.

"Divine weapon!"

His eyes were filled with horror. Sima Hong remembered something, and without saying a word, he fucked Sima Lingxuan's fainting body without looking back.

"Come on the knife."

A slightly old voice sounded, and everyone looked up and saw an old man in gray robe who had already flew over. With a casual move, the magic weapon was unsheathed.

The Tiandao Pavilion magic weapon, which has not been officially unsheathed for many years, has seen the light of heaven again at this moment!

The man was in the air, and the old man in gray robe opened his hand and held the divine weapon Tianyu tightly. In an instant, the world seemed to be insignificantly small under his feet.

If the Martial Saint of the same level is determined to run away, it will be difficult for the other party to stay. At this moment, Sima Hong has already leaped Sima Lingxuan with his arms crossed and jumped out of ten thousand meters.

In everyone's eyes, it was like a black dot in the distant horizon, and it was impossible to see the other party's movement trajectory in a hazy way.

The old man held the divine weapon and waved it to Sima Hong in the sky. The light suddenly shone brightly above the divine weapon, completely covering the sun's light during the day.

Everyone saw an incredible picture. Night fell quietly, endless stars flashed, and the boundless universe seemed to form a scroll, unfolding at this moment.
Chapter completed!