Although there was no cold wind, some people still felt their bodies cold and tremble.

There are more than a hundred martial emperors, basically all high-level martial emperors, and nine half-step martial spirit powerful men, all lying in pools of blood, with corpses hanging on the spot.

What a terrifying picture they could not believe their eyes.

The high-level martial emperor is enough to be promoted by the lower-class small country. Even if he is in the third-class empire, he is also the mainstay of the big family and the likes of the clan leader. But today, more than a hundred corpses are buried here, dyeing the earth red.

Among them are nine half-step martial spirit powerhouses, these are the top powers of the hundreds of border countries!

The other eight half-step martial spirit powerhouses from the third-class empires came and all died here.

The top forces of hundreds of countries were almost emptied by Zhan Wuque alone, and the rest were mid- and low-level martial emperors.

After this incident, the vitality of hundreds of countries was severely damaged and I am afraid that they would not be able to recover for a long time.

The whole dragon was silent.

Almost all the warriors in the city were paying attention to this battle. They thought Zhan Wuque would definitely die, but they did not expect this would end.

Such combat power is far beyond their imagination. Some people even doubt whether Zhan Wuque has broken through Wu Ling, otherwise it would be impossible to explain how he can fight against a hundred.

On the city wall, Long Yunyun cried with joy. She wiped away the tears in her eyes and said softly, "That's great, Yunyun knew that the young master would be fine."

Long Jiaojiao's face was pale and her eyes were filled with fear. She could not imagine that Zhan Wuque, who had been looked down upon by her, was so powerful that she had been targeted by her.

Suddenly, she thought of her birthday gift, Zhan Wuque gave her, a martial arts experience note, saying that it would be helpful to her cultivation.

She didn't care at all that day, and even hated her, and let her be damaged by Zhao Gao. Now she thinks that it is a priceless treasure!

Long Jiaojiao regretted it very much, and her heart hurt so much that she couldn't breathe. It seemed that she had lost something crucial in her life.

It was not until now that she realized why her father was so respectful to Zhan Wuque? It was not because of the master behind him, the weapon refining master, and his own strength was enough to defeat hundreds of countries.

Ling Feixue's eyes showed joy, but she also felt a little lost, and she sighed in her heart.

Zhan Wuque was too strong, so strong that she could only look up to her. The gap between the two was too big, so how could such a genius fall in love with her?

As for the rest of Guiyi Pavilion, they were stunned, and some of the disciples were so scared that they were sank on the ground.

Jian Lingtian's eyes showed fear, and he took seven steps in a row, and a mouthful of black blood was spurted out.

His sword heart, which is still in the prototype, is broken!

Sword cultivator needs to have a fearless heart. Jian Lingtian was almost scared by the scene just now, and his sword heart was naturally shattered.

From now on, Jian Lingtian is no longer a sword cultivator, and can only be called a swordsman using swordsman at most.

He Qing trembled slightly all over. He barely suppressed the shock in his heart and whispered in a hurry, "Go away, leave here quickly!"

Zhan Wuque's combat power was greatly underestimated by him, and now it seems that the only way to let the Pavilion Master take action himself.

He Qing couldn't help but sigh.

The Pavilion Master hasn't fought with anyone for many years, but he didn't expect that he would come out for a young man this time.

But at this moment, a sword light came from the horizon.

This is a giant sword of ten feet in size. There were several people standing on the sword, and the leader was an old man in mai.

He was thin and tall, like a green pine tree, with extremely sharp eyes, and a sword intent always lingered around him.

"Old Jian!"

He Qing couldn't help but exclaim.

"Elder Crane," the old man in Mai nodded and flew over.

He is Jian Lingtian’s master and Jian Lao from Guiyi Pavilion.

"Ling Tian, ​​what's wrong with you?!"

When Jian Lao Hung saw Jian Lingtian, his face changed drastically and he hurried over.

"Who did the sword heart breaks?!" Jian Lao looked at it for a moment and immediately said furiously.

At this time, Jian Lingtian seemed to have just reacted. When he saw his master, he immediately burst into tears, "Master, you want to avenge your disciple. It's him, everything is because of him!"

Jian Lingtian pointed at Zhan Wuque and said loudly.

"Damn it!"

Jian Lao stared at Zhan Wuque.

"Master, the Earth Fire Treasure Map is on him, and he still has a Earth-level weapon on him!"

Jian Lingtian yelled loudly.

"Old Jian, no, he..." He Qing hurriedly came up to stop Old Jian.

With Zhan Wuque's horror, Jian Lao may not be his opponent.

But Mr. Jian could not hear it. He waved his hand suddenly and pushed He Qing aside.

"Sold the treasure map and keep your entire body!" Old Jian said coldly and came to the venue.

But his face changed quickly.

Because he saw some corpses, and even some people he knew were all lying here.

Looking around, there were dense corpses everywhere.

"That's it?!"

Old Jian was shocked by half of the corpse not far away.

"Old Demon Gong, why did he die here?!"

Old Jian was shocked. This was a half-step martial spirit powerful man, who was now thrown into the ruins like a rag.

"You deserve to leave my whole body?" Zhan Wuque spoke coldly, without saying nonsense, rushed up and punched him.

"So you are a physical cultivation," Old Jian suppressed his heart and said disdainfully.

Being a sword cultivator is what he is most proud of. In his opinion, physical cultivator is just a sword-graining stone.

Moreover, Zhan Wuque's punch seemed too ordinary to him and had no lethality at all.

He pointed casually and the giant sword immediately met.

"Be careful with Mr. Jian!!"

Heqing shouted desperately, reminding him.

But it was too late.

The giant sword was shaken by Zhan Wuque's punch, and Zhan Wuque had already reached the forefront. The sword boss was shocked, and the sword intent suddenly surged out, like thousands of troops, galloping and killing, and like the Milky Way leaking, which was extremely terrifying.

Zhan Wuque couldn't help but report it.

The sword is really terrifying, much stronger than the nine and a half-step martial spirits that died in his hands. If he hadn't deliberately used everyone's hands to temper his body and open the ninth meridian, his strength would soar. The sword elder could slash him alive with all his strength.

Even if he caught the other party off guard, he would just be at the upper hand.

However, this also aroused Zhan Wuque's intention to fight.

He grabbed the void with Yin and Yang sword in his hand, ignoring the sword intent that was as vigorous as the sea like the tide, and drew his sword out.

A life-and-death crisis suddenly enveloped Jian Lao. This crisis was so powerful that it was far beyond any previous one.

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

Boss Jian shouted, burning the essence and blood in his body without hesitation, and urging this move to the extreme.

The sword intention turned into a sword, with a total of ten thousand swords lined up at a high altitude, densely packed, covering the sky and the sun.

The heaven and earth trembled, and a trace of the power of heaven and earth was forcibly drawn by the sword elder and integrated into this move.

Zhan Wuque's eyes were Wubo, and he pulled out with one knife, and the Yin-Yang Sword was shining brightly, dazzling and dazzling than ever before.

The power of the sword drawing technique increased sharply with Zhan Wuque's strength.

In a trance, Zhan Wuque seemed to see a blurred figure standing in the vast universe. With a long sword in his hand, the hundred thousand stars fell apart!

When he came to his senses, the world had returned to peace.

All the sword intents and sword lights were shattered.

With one sword, thousands of swords collapsed!

"Plop!"

Old Jian knelt on the ground, and his whole body was divided into two halves from the middle.

The knife just now not only shattered the ten thousand swords, but also slashed them in half with the sword elder.

The battle ended, Zhan Wuque seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and he couldn't help but relax.

After all, after fighting for so long, I was always a little tired.
Chapter completed!