Chapter 118: Sou Shrine Raiding the Imperial City!
When Shi Zhixuan and the Second Sword Emperor started fighting, he still had time to comment on the Seven Love-Severing Techniques. It was obvious that his skill was still higher than that of the Second Sword Emperor. The Pig Emperor looked on with fear, but his acupuncture points were restrained and he was completely powerless.
He moved, with indescribable fear in his eyes...
"Mess with my original intention, take my sword and end my love!"
The emperor's eyes were about to split with the second sword. He flew up into the air, crossed his arms with the sword, and used the last move among the seven techniques of cutting off love, "Sword to End Love". This is the culmination of the other six movements and is also the most domineering.
A powerful sword!
Just for this one sword, the Second Sword Emperor has only the sword in his mind every day, every night, every hour, every moment, and there is no more love in his life!
As soon as the sword came out, sword energy surged crazily from all directions, and thousands of swords flew towards the evil king among them.
Shi Zhixuan's figure shuttled through the void, the demonic shadow changed, the Yin and Yang Qi circulated, and the Immortal Seal turned into a large millstone, constantly removing the attacking sword Qi.
The sudden sound of gold and iron could be heard endlessly. The stream was pulled by the aftermath of Qi Jin and exploded. The water in the entire stream surged up because of it. It was evaporated into water vapor by Qi Jin, turned into mist, and dissipated in
between heaven and earth...
The power of the sword ended, and the energy of the sword gradually dissipated. The second sword emperor was hit by Shi Zhixuan's Immortality Seal on the back, like a kite with broken strings, plummeting in the air.
"father!"
There was an exclamation in the small bamboo building, and a veiled girl used her body skills to rush out and quickly caught the second sword king thrown from the air.
The father and daughter fell to the ground. The red blood spat out from the second sword emperor's mouth stained the smart girl's gauze skirt red, making the girl's beautiful eyes filled with tears.
"Dad, are you...are you okay!?"
Second Meng asked with concern, and the crystal teardrop in his eyes fell on the forehead of Second Sword Emperor.
The Second Sword King's body was shaken, but the second-placed tear could pierce the soul even more than the Evil King's Seven Illusions of Immortality.
He murmured: "To cut off love is not to be ruthless, it is to cut off ruthlessness. From now on, he enters cut off love with sentient beings, and cuts off ruthless ones with cut off love..."
Shi Zhixuan glanced at the veiled Ermeng. He thought of his daughter Shi Qingxuan, and walked away thoughtfully.
Even the Sword Emperor was defeated by the Evil King. In today's world, only the First Evil Emperor can fight with him!
On the way to the Gate of Life and Death, the fat Pig King's face was filled with helplessness and fear.
"This man's skill is unfathomable. He defeated me and Lao Dao one after another, but his skill was not damaged at all, and his fighting spirit has reached an unprecedented peak... Oh, I hope the Evil Emperor can stop him!"
He had never encountered such a monster before, and it was even more difficult to imagine that if even the First Evil Emperor could not stop Shi Zhixuan, in this vast world, who else could stop the Tsing Yi Evil King?
...
The Imperial City of the Central Plains, with millions of soldiers, has a mighty momentum.
The huge imperial city is already deserted, and everyone is eagerly awaiting the return of the true emperor.
Lu Xun was wearing a white battle robe, with a sword given to him by the emperor hanging from his waist, and he was riding a horse of white clouds. Suddenly he frowned and noticed something incongruous.
With his cultivation as a master of literature and art, the aura of awe-inspiring can rise into the air and be detected with all his strength. He can discern all the evil spirits and murderous thoughts within a few kilometers. Using it to march and attack, it will naturally be unfavorable. At this time, even among millions of people,
Can also sense subtle evil thoughts.
"snort!"
In the crowd in the distance, the god general with mysterious colorful pictures on his face looked at the grand scene of the imperial city, with a maniacal smile on his lips, and said: "The Holy Emperor of Han, a mere mortal, can actually have such a grand scene, I really want to taste it.
What does his brain taste like..."
The great priest beside him clasped his hands in the broad sleeves of his robe and said coldly: "The rivers and lakes are leveled in seven days, and the country is determined in one month. This emperor, with his millions of iron-blooded troops, usurped the country of the Ming Dynasty in one fell swoop.
He can be regarded as a rare hero in the world. He killed the old swordsman Dugu in succession, and his strength cannot be underestimated. You and I will wait until the Han army is dispersed before taking action, capture him back to the God of Search, and wait for the fate of the gods.
....”
After receiving the order from God, the two people from Sou Shen Palace rushed all the way to the Central Plains Imperial City, just in time for the return of the Holy Emperor today.
The high priest is the right-hand man of the god. He has his own methods, but he is not a fool.
At this time, facing a million-strong iron-blooded army, even a god would be trampled to pieces. Naturally, he would have to wait for the army to disperse before looking for an opportunity to take action again.
The two of them were like venomous snakes lurking in the shadows, dormant, but once they struck, it would be a shocking blow.
At this moment, a ray of awe-inspiring righteousness suddenly shone on the two of them, like the midday sun shining through the shadows.
"The devil dares to covet the Holy Emperor, kill him!"
The word "kill" is full of chilling majesty, like a general's sword, intending to massacre tens of millions of people.
Haoran's literary spirit is just like martial arts. Every move in martial arts has momentum. The same is true for Haoran's literary spirit. Haoran's literary spirit is righteous and virtuous. When combined with essence, energy and spirit, it makes sense. Compared with martial arts, it is even better!
Lu Xun shouted angrily, and the vast aura filled the heaven and earth, like a god in golden armor beating the sky drum with a giant mallet. The eardrums of the general and the high priest were trembling, and their heads were buzzing, as if they were about to explode.
"What kind of method is this!?"
"No, I was discovered!"
The god general and the great priest were shaken, and they quickly reacted. They used their body skills and knocked backwards.
The houses behind them were instantly knocked down by the two of them, but they finally managed to create a safe distance of tens of meters in time.
The high priest's face was filled with shock, and he couldn't figure out why he had changed from a hunter to a prey.
This unpredictable spiritual attack could actually evolve into a majestic golden hammer, which had already shaken the two people's minds.
Lu Xun's awe-inspiring voice sounded like spring thunder, surging in the ears of the two of them, "Why don't you just surrender and wait for His Majesty to punish you?"
The god general had a ferocious look on his face and growled: "No matter who it is, kill him first!"
boom!!!
His skill increased sharply to 80%, and his bloody energy surged like a furious tide, sweeping everything around him...