The night, the human race and monsters fight head-on, and the battle situation is so tragic.

Because Chang Yu sacrificed his life to protect him, Li Ziye, who escaped the death disaster by chance, forcibly used the uncultivated Supreme Saint Fighting Technique, stained his robe with blood, and his combat power increased several times in a short period of time.

The sword that shocked all sides was so amazing that the strong men above the third level of the forces of all parties felt this unusual aura and looked over.

I saw blood mist constantly spewing out around Li Ziye. The true energy that transcended the limit of his body surged in the meridians, bringing powerful power to Li Ziye, and it was also constantly retaliating against his body.

"The Supreme Saint Fight!"

In the distance, Yan Xiaoyu and Fahai saw the blood-stained boy on the battlefield of the Confucian Sect, their expressions were condensed.

The big demon approached, and Yan Xiaoyu shook the big demon out with one palm, and the turmoil in his heart was uncontrollable.

In less than a year, the Li family's legitimate son has grown up so much.

Just now, he clearly felt a strong threat from the legitimate son of the Li family.

Before, he had only felt this feeling in a very few days' pride, including Bai Wangyu, the Confucian clan and Mu Bai, the fourth prince of Da Shang.

Now, there is another legitimate son of the Li family.

On the battlefield of the Confucian Sect, in everyone's shocked eyes, Li Ziye slashed the monster with a sword, and blood kept bursting out. Obviously, such a combat power that exceeded the limit could not last for too long.

Not far away, Wen Xiuru blocked two great monsters by himself. Even though he had half his foot had entered the third realm, he had not taken the last half step. Facing the two great monsters, the situation was very critical.

However, Wen Xiuru did not dare to retreat because once he retreated, the senior brother and Chang Yu in the rear would be in danger.

As he had no choice, a deep look flashed in Wen Xiuru's eyes, and his true energy surged all over his body, and he also wanted to use the Supreme Saint Fighting Technique.

"It is not possible to cultivate Confucianism."

At this moment, not far away, Li Ziye, covered in blood, stepped up and stopped the former, and said hoarsely, "You are about to break through to the third realm. You can't use this move, otherwise you will not be able to reach the third realm again in a short period of time. Leave it to me here."

After saying that, Li Ziye's true energy surged out again, mixed with dazzling blood mist, and the limit broke through the limit.

"Flying Immortal Art, three-foot frost moon bright!"

Chunjun raised his sharpness, the sword energy surged into the sky, Li Ziye stepped on his feet, his body was like a meteor, the sword moved, and the wind and clouds changed.

The sword edge cut through the night sky, like a frost moon shining on the world. A powerful sword penetrated directly through the big monster's chest.

The black blood gushed, and the bone-black blood was already completely wet with monsters and his own blood, and even his hair was covered with blood.

The Flying Immortal Art, which once reversed the journey and attacked immortals, finally showed an amazing edge today.

Li Ziye, who had performed the Saint Fighting Technique, had an infinitely close to the third realm, and for the first time, he showed the terrifying destructive power of the Flying Immortal Art to the world.

After killing two great demons in a row, Li Ziye's physical strength was severely overdrawn, and his body was almost at the limit of his tolerance. He staggered under his feet, and an extremely empty feeling came from his body.

"Human boy, die!"

At this time, a big monster behind rushed over, with sharp claws breaking through the air, the demonic aura surged and came ruthlessly.

"Brother Li, be careful!"

Not far away, Wen Xiuru was shocked when he saw this. He wanted to rush to help, but it was too late.

"Flying Immortal Art."

The crisis hit, and Li Ziye's figure instantly split into two parts, one left and one right, unsure of disillusionment.

"Two swords want to get away with the wind!"

The big monster slapped the sky with one claw. When he was shocked, two afterimages rushed over at the same time, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and reality.

"ah!"

The sharp sword penetrated into his body, and the miserable screams sounded from the monster's mouth. On the left rib, Chun Jun broke through the steel skin and penetrated directly through his body.

The monster counterattacked before his death and slapped Li Ziye directly in the chest with a palm. Suddenly, the true energy shook and blood splashed.

Li Ziye groaned, stepped back several times, and inserted a sword on the ground to stop retreating.

"Brother Li!"

Wen Xiuru rushed over, reached out to support the young man who was about to stand steadily in front of him, and said anxiously, "How are you?"

"It's okay, go and help your senior brother."

Li Ziye barely stabilized his body, reached out and pushed the former away, said in a deep voice, and looked at the Confucian disciples who were fighting bloody battles with monsters on the battlefield ahead. They suppressed their injuries and rushed forward again.

In the past, these fools who were easily deceived were tolerant and took care of him. Today, it was time for him to repay.

On the battlefield, around every big demon, several Confucian disciples joined forces to deal with it. The demonic energy and righteous spirit collided, blood splattered, and the battle was extremely tragic.

There are too many great monsters, and when they appear, it is the most exhausting moment for everyone. Everything looks like a conspiracy no matter how you look at it.

Among the three forces, the Confucian Sect has the most powerful combat power, so five of the twelve demon kings came, and the third level of the great monsters were endless. In addition, Chang Yu was injured, resulting in the strongest disciple Bai Wangyu being unable to participate in the battle. The situation of the Confucian disciples became increasingly precarious.

Outside the battle, there were also great monsters constantly breaking through the obstacles of the soldiers of the eight soldiers of the Mobei region and coming to the battlefield of the three forces.

The three forces have long reached the limit of their tolerance. If the war situation cannot be reversed, all the young generation of strong men may be buried here.

This time, the young strong men who came to Mobei were all hopes for the future of all forces. Once they were buried here, it would be a fatal blow to Confucianism, Buddhism and the Temple of Heavenly Yu.

Da Shang Palace, Shou'an Palace.

The cold winter in the Central Plains has passed and spring has arrived.

However, the weather in the capital is still a bit cold.

This spring seems to be much colder than in previous years, and the brazier in the house can never be removed.

In the Shou'an Hall, the crackling sound of charcoal fires kept ringing. The Shang emperor, dressed in regular clothes, sat on the bed, holding a black piece in his hand, quietly watching the chess game in front of him.

Opposite, the eldest prince Mu Yuan accompanied the Shang Emperor to play chess, and he also spoke without saying a word.

After a long time, the dark man fell from the hands of Emperor Shang and said, "Yuan'er, among so many princes, you look like me the most, but you don't look like me the most. Do you know why?"

"My son doesn't know."

Opposite the chessboard, the eldest prince Mu Yuan shook his head gently and replied.

"It's more tolerant, but it's not enough to be enterprising."

Shang Huang looked at the chess game and said lightly, "It is a good thing to be able to endure, but you must also be enterprising. In this regard, you are not as good as the third brother."

"The third brother is both civil and military, and has always been known as a wise king among the people. The ministers in the court also praised the third brother very much. My sons are indeed not as good as him." Mu Yuan said with a slight silence.

It is a taboo for the people to know the wise king but not the king. No emperor can tolerate it. Their suspicious father is no exception.

"A wise king? A good thing."

Sure enough, after hearing the words of the eldest son in front of him, the Shang Emperor smiled indifferently and said meaningfully, "It means that your third brother is very popular with the people. Yuan'er, you should learn more from your third brother."

"My son knows his weight, but he doesn't have the ability of his third brother, and he may disappoint his father's expectations." Mu Yuan said softly.

The Emperor Shang sneered in his heart, and did not say anything more about this matter. He changed the topic, "The Southwest Prince's Mansion sent someone to send a letter of guilt, explaining in detail the murder of Princess Qingqing. Unexpectedly, the woman at the wedding that day was indeed a monster change. Speaking of which, you are the most innocent person in this matter, but don't worry, the father will find another suitable marriage for you to make up for it."

"Thank you, Father." Mu Yuan said respectfully.

After a few conversations between the father and son, they fell silent again and played chess quietly.

On the chessboard, the number of chess pieces continued to increase. After the middle plate, the Shang Emperor made faster and faster, and hesitated very little. In comparison, Mu Yuan had to think about each step for a long time, which seemed very difficult to make a choice.

At the beginning of the game, both sides were just trying to make arrangements with each other. However, as soon as the mid-game passed, Kuroko quickly changed his strategy and pushed Baizi into a storm-like offensive.

"My son lost."

Before the final round, Mu Yuan had no way out in his hand, so he had to abandon his son and admit defeat.

"I have said that you have more tolerant personality and less enterprising spirit. Life is like chess, and the truth is no different."

Shang Huang put down the black piece in his hand and said calmly, "Your chess layout has been laid out for so long, but it has never been hidden. Once it is seen, you will cut off your retreat first and don't give you a chance to start, all your previous layout will be in vain."

"Thank you for your teachings," Mu Yuan said softly.

"Similarly, the same is true for this big game of Jiuzhou. Not only must there be a layout, but you must also know how to be ahead of the world. Only in this way can you control the trend of this big game."
Chapter completed!