The next moment.

Under the shocked gazes of Wang Tianmu, Li Wushang and others, a large number of green and red birds gathered, and then opened the ancient divine weapon.

The Nine Martial Destiny! The Martial Legacy Tomb! The Eight Desolate Martial Mountains! The Destiny Martial World!... This is an ancient divine martial burst that is only recorded in the annals of martial masters. Although its power is limited because it is not used by Su Xuan himself, it is dazzling and dazzling.

Stopped the two major forces of Heavenly Court and Holy King Tower! "This is... the martial master's divine weapon!"

Li Wushang and Wang Tianmu are not ignorant people, and they can completely see that this is a magical weapon that is difficult for other martial arts practitioners to display.

"Who is he, the Martial Master?"

Li Wu's heart was shaken, and it was difficult to remain calm.

Others were also shocked.

Even if he didn't know the martial master Shenwu, it was terrifying enough for Su Xuan to withstand the attacks of the three major forces alone.

"Did he abandon his previous martial arts of defeating immortals and completely inherit the martial master's divine martial arts?"

Lu Nanzhu's eyelids jumped, but the next moment his pupils shrank again: "No, this martial arts has the shadow of the martial master, but it is just similar in appearance, but different in core.

And... I seem to feel that there is a majestic martial arts thought coming to Wu Di..." Lu Nanzhu could vaguely sense Su Xuan's human martial arts, but he could not capture it.

"How is that possible!"

Changsun Wushuang's expression changed drastically: "How can he arouse such a majestic power when he is so weak? This is completely unreasonable and has no rules!"

Everyone else thinks the same way.

"Is it possible that if one's will is extremely strong, he can tolerate everything?"

Zhao Qingtian's eyelids twitched as he vaguely sensed why Su Xuan was able to mobilize so much power.

And this is also true.

This is Su Xuan’s will that has gone through four million years to gain all the precipitation and understand the new Shinto. In a sense, Su Xuan’s will alone is immortal and can also communicate with gods! Therefore, Su Xuan can use his will to induce

The power of the entire military area was used to stop the siege of the three major forces.

But this time.

Boom! There is a terrifying trend outside Wu Di.

That is...the power of a half-step holy king.

Changsun's floating dragon stepped through the air and arrived in an instant.

"A declining force should decline, and stubborn resistance will only lead to death!"

The eldest grandson, Fulong, spoke indifferently, staring at Su Xuan: "It was not unfair for my son to lose to you back then."

"It's just you, I thought you would go and invite the Holy King here."

Su Xuan sneered, and then said: "Where are the people in Heaven and Holy King Tower, don't hide them, just come out."

Monk from the Heavenly Court: "..." Monk from the Holy King Tower: "..." How arrogant! Do you think that the half-step Holy King is just a cabbage?

Changsun Fulong also paused, and then said coldly: "Too many words!"

Boom! He exploded, his avenue was unparalleled, and his swordsmanship reached the sky.

Changsun Wushuang struck with his sword, which had the power to cut through everything.

but.

Boom! The devastated ground of Wu Di exploded with a bang, and a martial arts hand burst out of the ground and grabbed the sword fiercely.

Then.

Bang! A hunched body appeared. It looked quite short, but its martial arts power was terrifying.

"Old patriarch!"

The great elder exclaimed.

The old patriarch grinned, revealing his teeth, but he looked at Su Xuan: "Are you still willing to come back?

If I were a few steps later, you probably wouldn't be able to see me."

"He's not dead yet."

Su Xuan said lightly, not liking the old thing at all, because the old patriarch always teased him before, and the marriage between Lu Nanzhu and him was also facilitated by the old disrespectful things.

"Hey, your mouth is still so poisonous!"

The old patriarch laughed: "Wait, I'll catch up with you after I finish the fight!"

But the next moment.

Su Xuan flicked his hand, and the divine will merged into the old patriarch's body: "Take it easy, don't burp in the middle of the spanking."

"Oh, Lord Martial Lord's divine martial arts?

No, you created this yourself?

Okay, okay, it’s not in vain that Lord Martial Lord has paid so much for you!”

The old patriarch laughed, and the martial arts situation became even more terrifying.

He followed the Martial Lord into the northern border. He was fighting for the Martial Lord because of his martial arts skills, so the blessing of the Divine Martial Arts to him was definitely huge! He has been hiding under the Martial Land for these years, and he also relied on the Divine Martial Arts of the Martial Land to continue his life.

He didn't know how to absorb the divine power, so he relied entirely on fate and hard work to gather the divine power.

The next moment.

The old patriarch raised his head and grinned: "Changsun Fulong, I'm not dead yet, so you are so anxious to occupy my territory!"

"Sooner or later."

Changsun Fulong sneered.

"Fuck your motherfucker, you are a bastard today, I'm determined!"

The old patriarch cursed loudly and took action directly.

Boom! The battle between the Half-Step Saint King was earth-shattering. The two of them fought high into the sky. The solid world in the north was shattered by the attack, and the sky seemed to have collapsed.

Everyone gasped.

This kind of battle is extremely rare.

And not long after.

"Go kill Su Xuan!"

Changsun Fulong's cold and stern voice echoed: "Kill him and everything will end!"

Everyone was shocked.

Lu Nanzhu's expression changed slightly, but he turned to look at Su Xuan, whose expression was calm, and calmed down a little.

There were many monks in the three places at this moment, and it was obvious that someone could break through the defense and rush to Su Xuan.

Of course, there are very few such people.

Phew! Wang Daoye, Zhao Qingtian, and Changsun Wushuang all rushed in.

"You were cowering before, but this time I'll watch where you run!"

Wang Daoye shouted loudly.

Changsun Wushuang's eyes flashed, and he stepped back half a step without revealing any trace, not wanting to take the lead in the charge.

Let Wang Daoye charge first... Zhao Qingtian glanced at Changsun Wushuang and also slowed down slightly.

The next moment.

Wang Dao transformed into a lion at night and rushed up to Faxian Peak in an instant.

"Do you know why this mountain is called Fuxian Peak?"

Su Xuan asked.

The three of them stood still.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Changsun Wushuang shouted sharply, but his speed was a beat slower.

Su Xuan's eyes flashed with a sneer: "Because this peak has the power to connect the gods, if my martial arts is perfect, I can defeat all immortals!"

Boom! Fuxian Peak shook with a bang, and a clay statue appeared in front of Su Xuan. They all looked like Su Xuan when he was a child, but they were full of fighting power.

They may look small, but they are very fierce.

The monks who rushed up to Faxian Peak were all shocked.

What a wicked thing! They blow up the statues one after another, but they keep on blowing up.

"This is probably his last trump card!"

Changsun Wushuang's eyes narrowed.

Suddenly.
To be continued...