The blue sword light flew across the sky. It was a destructive sword energy. Although it was a close fight, the sharp sword energy continued to be emitted. Sword lights were imprinted in the void and flickered, making the entire space full of terrible murderous intent.

Such a scene made the people at the peak dizzy and shaking their hearts, and they were completely immersed in it for a moment, unable to control themselves.

"Han Guanghu, take all your strength to seize the opportunity!" Meng Chanzi finally had a violent fighting spirit.

At this time, the Tianchao Heavenly King of China finally disappeared from his calm temperament at the beginning. The sky sword was so strong that it spread a terrible murderous intent. The sharp practice, the blockade of the fire knife, left terrible sword marks on the body of the Tianjun of the Xuefeng Empire.

"Ahahaha, Meng Chanzi, it's such a pity that your Wentian Sword can't kill me!" Amid the crazy laughter, the Hanguang Tiger Sword changed, and he stopped pursuing defense. He used a sword move that was both defeated. When he was pierced by the sword light, the fire knife passed by, leaving a shocking scar on Meng Chanzi's shoulder.

With the contracted monster, the monsters bear the sharing of injuries. As a beast soul warrior, the Han Guanghu can recover quickly at any time and still maintain combat power.

However, Meng Chanzi, who is a body weapon king, cannot pass on his injuries like Han Guanghu. If he suffers one injury, his combat power will be reduced by one point.

"Hahaha, Meng Chanzi, you should be the one who snatches the chance, hahaha!"

Amid the crazy laughter, Han Guang Tiger Knife fought desperately, which was a completely defeated fight. Although his sword marks were quickly covered with blood, they were quickly passed on to the flame bear and still maintained their combat effectiveness. The result of his desperate efforts was that he left five or six scars on Meng Chanzi's body.

Meng Chanzi suffered heavy injuries on his shoulders, arms, and legs. The sword energy of the force of flame spread out from the wound, constantly invading his fighting energy channel, and there was a vague momentum of the movement of true energy.

"One move determines the outcome, the last sword!"

Meng Chanzi hit the cold light tiger with one sword, retreated a hundred meters, and stood in the void. The sky sword in his hand turned sharply, making waves of sounds of breaking through the air, and the green light continued to dissipate from the sword blade of the sky sword. Then the sky sword rotated like a hurricane in front of him as Meng Chanzi's hands moved.

"The third style of the Heavenly Sword... Killing--Tian!!!"

The invisible and immortal blue mist air spread out from Meng Chanzi's body. The wind and clouds of the world changed, and thunder shone green. The clouds in the sky began to gather around Meng Chanzi's body like vortexes. A light gray cloud of heavenly pillars stirred the world. Meng Chanzi's sword force seemed to communicate with the sky.

The blue mist flashed, Meng Chanzi gently stretched out his hand and held the crazy rotating sky sword. The illusion sound came out: "I am selfless and desireless, I have no self, I have no existence, I have no self to keep my own sword... The head of the sky, go!!"

The Wentian Sword was gently swung out, and the blue mist filled with mist like fog.

The cold light tiger was first sprayed by mist. Although it had already resisted the mad fortune, it had no power to struggle. It spitted blood and flew away. The huge flame beast under his feet was covered by green mist, and the flame bear was roaring crazy and fearful. He struggled desperately, but in the end, it exploded like a leaking balloon, and the huge body exploded, and blood rain and bones were splattered and fell.

"Ah, the Bear of Fire..." Han Guanghu was shocked.

The third style of the Heavenly Sword, killing the Tenth-level Warcraft Flame Bear with one sword, which is equivalent to killing more than half of the Han Guang Tiger's strength.

Once the bear of flame dies, the outcome is decided.

Han Guanghu was seriously injured because of killing the sky and could no longer fight against Meng Chanzi. The solution to the battle between the Heavenly King was already clear. Although the young masters of the Chinese Dynasty who were watching the battle below were extremely embarrassed, they still couldn't help but cheer at this moment...

However, at this moment, a sudden change regenerates—

call out!

A silver sword light cut through the void, and it was fleeting like a meteor. It instantly penetrated the void with a super ultimate skill like Zhu Tian, ​​and then the slightly weak Meng Chanzi's right chest was shot and blood was scattered in the air. Meng Chanzi's figure shook and was about to fall from the sky.

The sudden change caused everyone around to be stunned and unable to react.

Because the person who sets out the sword is the number one master of the Olink Empire, Tracole.

This figure, who was extremely strong and like a gorilla, had stood up from the bench that had been sitting all the time. His height of two meters and three gave people a huge sense of oppression. The silver light on the bright silver sword in his hand that was only the thickness of a thumb but was nearly two meters long was shaking slightly in a strange pattern. Every time he shook, a silver arc of bright light like a meteor cut through the sky and slashed towards Meng Chanzi in the air.

"What are you doing?"

"Damn it! How dare you intervene in the Battle of the Heavenly King?"

"Ah, Lord Meng Chanzi is injured..."

Everyone was exclaiming in the empty lawn watching the battle. No one expected that when Meng Chanzi of the Chinese Dynasty was about to win, Tracole, one of the guests watching the battle, actually launched a sneak attack.

This is simply intolerable in the battle between the two imperial lords. Participating in the showdown between the two imperial lords is equivalent to despising the dignity and honor of the empire. Today, Tracole's move is equal to the outbreak of the war - as long as the matter spreads, the Chinese Dynasty will inevitably declare war on the Olympian Empire.

In the Thousand Star Realm, no country will remain indifferent when the National Guardian Heavenly Lord is attacked.

"Hmph!" A cold snorting sound came from the sky, and Meng Chanzi's injured body suddenly stabilized. Wentian Sword slashed down with a backhand, and a blue sword light shot out, cutting out thirty-three silver sword arcs in succession, and slashed to it in an instant.

The sword is violent and extremely sharp.

Tracole did not dare to take it, and her body whirled, and her seemingly clumsy body avoided the blue sword light. She stomped her feet on the ground with a bang, and a deep pit appeared on the ground. The next moment, silver flames flashed in the flash, and a sharp sound of breaking through the air came. Tracole's figure appeared within three meters in front of Meng Chanzi in the air.

The extremely strange silver slender sword danced wildly in his hands.

A sword is not like a sword, but more like a silver whip.

As the sound of howling through the air, the silver sword danced like a silver snake, and the arc trajectory was extremely strange, covering Meng Chanzi's crazy stabbing, and hundreds of swords were stabbed out in an instant.

Meng Chanzi's face was a little pale. He pressed his right chest with his left hand and held the sky sword tightly with his right hand. The huge sword body did not move, but his body was flickering wildly, constantly changing his posture. After each change, the giant sword steadily blocked the tip of the silver sword like a shield.

In an instant, Mars flew everywhere, shining like fireworks all over the sky.

"Ah hahaha, Meng Chanzi, I said, you must die today!"

On the other side, Han Guanghu, the Heavenly Lord of the Snow Feng Empire, laughed wildly, looking at the flame bear that turned into a bloody rain under his feet. The beast blood and bones began to turn into a burning flame, which seemed to melt everything. The smile on Han Guanghu's face became ferocious and crazy. His eyes swept over the group of people watching the battle below, and suddenly shouted: "Take a quick move!"

Before the speech ended, the change regenerated—

Obuck, who was watching the battle on the stone bench of the Great Malaysian Golden Sword, suddenly stood up, and his black iron-blooded armor made a sound of metal clashing, as if thousands of troops appeared on the sword peak in an instant. A fearful iron-blooded aura soared into the sky. This was the unique killing aura that a generation of famous generals gathered after countless years of battlefield conquests. It was like a demon god, with a momentum that ordinary warriors could not compete with.

boom!

Obuck pulled out the long sword around his waist and slashed it out with one knife. It was a blood-colored game that was 40 or 50 meters long, cutting through the sky.

This sword light containing the unique murderous aura of the battlefield, and its target is Meng Chanzi, the Chinese Heavenly King of Heaven, who is two to one in the air and still has no disadvantages.

boom!

Meng Chanzi took the sword, and his body was shaken forty or fifty meters away in the air...

No one expected that the silence of the mountain gave people a sense of trust that a famous general of a generation actually abandoned the glory of the respected famous generals accumulated in countless years and attacked a Heavenly King in the battle of the Heavenly King... At this moment, Obuck's hand drew his sword without a trace of trembling, and he was extremely firm!

"You... should die, die, die!!! Come to die!"

Until this moment, Meng Fei finally reacted from the huge shock. He ignored the strength he had hidden, and he looked in the air with his hands. Two immortal weapons - the fire gourd and the golden hoop, appeared in his hand in the flash of light. One hand was the gourd and the other hand turned into a crazy energy storm.

The two-color energy of one gold and one red seemed to tear apart the void, and they were snatched together like two long dragons and roared towards Obuck!

"Get back!" The four black-armored guards behind Obuck drew their swords together, and the four sword lights were shining with black and red flames, slashing towards Meng Fei.

Dingding Dingding Ding Ding Ding Ding!

Amid a series of deafening sounds of swords and swords, four long swords were broken into two pieces, one gold and one red, two rays of light flashed, and three human heads soared into the sky.

Facing Meng Fei in anger, the guards had no power of resistance at all. Within one move, three corpses scattered on the ground. Among the four guards, the only guard with a beautiful skin and outstanding appearance was far higher than the three companions around him. At the critical moment, he was pulled by Obak again before escaping from the sword kiss.

In his rage, Meng Fei slashed out with one move and approached him again.

Whoosh swish swish swish!

Three blue rays shine.

Falsey took an arrow in the distance, and the air was filled with cold air. Three arrows formed into a shape, rubbed against Meng Fei's ears and head, and shot past, then rushed first, and rushed towards the vital parts such as Obuck's heart, throat, and other key areas.

For a long time, Falsey and Meng Fei cooperated absolutely without interruption. When his arrow arrived, Meng Fei's golden cudgel also pointed directly at Obuck's heart in an instant.

The face of an old famous general of the Raymond Empire did not change. He slashed in his hand in a knife-like manner, and three long arrows flew away in a flash. However, at the same time, the long sword was covered with cold air, and even the blue frost air began to spread on O'Buck's arm.

"kindness?"

Obuck raised his white eyebrows, as if he was extremely surprised. He did not expect that Falsey's arrow contained such a strange cold air. His right arm was stiffened, and his left hand snatched a long knife from the female guard who had just rescued behind him. His wrist was shocked, and he blocked the golden cudgel that Meng Fei was attacking without any hesitation.

boom!

The terrifying shock wave spread, Obuck stood unsteadily, and flew back quickly to the ground. At the same time, Meng Fei's steps were also vague and he took two steps back.

"This old guy is actually a heavenly king."

Meng Fei judged the opponent's martial arts cultivation in an instant.

Although he was slightly surprised that an imperial general was so powerful, while worrying about Meng Chanzi's safety, his mind was greatly increased. He looked up at Meng Chanzi, who was still not inferior to him in the air. He knew that if he entangled Obak, Meng Chanzi should be able to kill his opponent and felt a little calm.

Meng Fei was about to turn his head and let the others in Xuanyuan Kingdom avoid being affected, but at this moment, for some reason, his eyes suddenly focused on Han Zifeng, the crown prince of United Man.

This handsome and charming and romantic man, under the servitude of four stunning maids, was gently holding the wine bottle, looking at Meng Chanzi and others in the sky with a smile.

"The envoys of the three empires are here to watch the battle. Now Tracole and Obuck have taken action. Who can guarantee that this guy will not take action?"

Meng Fei was shocked and thought of this question in an instant.

And at the same time, a chuckle sounded in everyone's ears, but the Emperor's Crown Han Zifeng raised his head and drank the nectar from the golden cup, then suddenly threw away the wine cup, grabbed a painted black magic wand inserted into the ground in front of him with his back hand. A series of mysterious and melodious singing sounds quickly came from his mouth, and golden magic runes emerged from the air, surrounding him, a dazzling light, and a terrifying magic pressure arose, and everyone even felt that breathing began to become difficult.

Sure enough... I'm going to take action!

Meng Fei felt a sudden heart and immediately became anxious. From the magic fluctuations, he could clearly sense that the strength of this Suman Emperor had also vaguely climbed to the level of the Heavenly Lord.

Moreover, the magic he prepared was obviously a very terrifying forbidden magic level. Once it was used, I don’t know what impact it would have on the battle situation. Although Meng Chanzi’s cultivation was amazing, he was injured at this time and had a series of battles. The three styles of Inquiry and Heaven consumed a lot of fighting spirit... Why did such a thing happen?
Chapter completed!