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Chapter 1265 Overlord Bloodline

 Boom boom boom boom!!!

A fierce battle broke out on Wandao Square.

One of the two warring parties was the gray-haired old man who was a military sage.

The other side. .??.

They are the two great sword masters and Kunlunzi.

As for Huikong and Jian Tianming, there is no way to intervene in a battle at this level.

I can only look up from the ground.

"Is this the power of a saint?"

Huikong and Jian Tianming both had solemn faces.

They felt an extremely terrifying aura from the gray-haired old man.

This is the breath of a saint!

It was a powerful aura they had never felt before.

It was more terrifying than any powerful person they had seen before.

Although they had heard many legends about saints, this was the first time they actually saw a saint.

Even with the strength of the two sword masters and a late-stage semi-saint Kunlunzi, they were completely suppressed by the gray-haired old man.

Defeated steadily.

I can only barely support it.

The two sword masters and Kunlunzi were also deeply shocked.

This gray-haired old man is indeed a saint.

But the power of the saint is probably incomplete.

He must have been seriously injured and almost died, but he has not recovered much at the moment.

But even so.

It still made the three of them feel great pressure.

This is the difference between a saint and a semi-saint.

Even if you are a saint who is not in perfect condition, you cannot touch porcelain in the semi-saint realm.

Even if several semi-saints join forces, they can't defeat a saint with insufficient strength.

Although the gray-haired old man suppressed the two great sword masters and Kunlunzi, he was still unable to truly defeat them.

I also felt extremely helpless.

"If I could recover some of my strength, there would be no need to waste time here!"

The gray-haired old man knew his situation.

His current strength is probably only 20% at most compared to when he was at his peak.

And even 20% of the strength is enough to deal with these people in front of you.

boom!!!

The gray-haired old man used the sacred art of military strategism, and the overwhelming evil energy turned into countless warriors.

The two sword masters and Kunlunzi were instantly surrounded.

"not good!"

The three of them were shocked.

"This is the sacred art of the military!"

Holy magic!

It belongs exclusively to the magical powers exerted by saints.

Every strong man who steps into the holy realm can create his own holy magic.

Unpredictable power!

It is completely beyond the scope of what ordinary practitioners can imagine.

And the holy art of this gray-haired old man is naturally related to military strategists.

Use your own power, combined with the great avenue of heaven and earth refined in your body, to develop military battle formations.

The power of the battle formation can easily kill a powerful semi-saint.
Even if they are both in the saint realm, if they want to crack this move, they still need the same level of holy magic to be able to do it.

Facing countless attacking generals, Yun Wuxiang and Feng Wuhen did not hesitate.

The Jue Nian Sword and the Jue Breath Sword were slashed out at the same time.

A perfect match!

This was the insight the two brothers gained when they learned about Ye Qingyun's inexplicable sword skills.

It's a sword move made by joining hands.

Although it has not yet been perfected, both sword masters can feel the extraordinary quality of this move.

Enough to exert a power far beyond the two of them.

The two swords meet.

All the sword energy of the two sword masters gathered together at this moment.

A tornado of sword energy rose into the sky.

It swept across all directions in an instant.

Boom boom boom boom boom!!!

The sword energy tornado was extremely powerful, sweeping away countless warriors attacking from all around.

"This is"

Such a scene made the gray-haired old man look shocked.

There was an unprecedented solemnity in his eyes.

"The power of this move is close to that of a sword master!"

"Although these two people have extraordinary attainments in swordsmanship, it stands to reason that they would not be able to perform such a level of sword moves!"

Yun Wuxiang and Feng Wuhen also did not expect that the combination of wind and cloud that they jointly performed could actually compete with the holy art of the gray-haired old man.

If this move is completely perfected, wouldn't it be comparable to that of a saint?

"This move is indeed exquisite, but it's a pity that you two can't use it a second time."

The gray-haired old man sneered.

The two sword masters looked ugly.

What the gray-haired old man said was true, this move was extremely powerful, but the two of them could not use it a second time.

"Kneel down!"

The gray-haired old man roared.

The power of the saint exploded like a sea.

In an instant.

The power of the saint is condensed into a huge halberd.

Military halberd!

This halberd not only contains the power of the saint, but also surges with another astonishing power.

The power of overlord!

"Are you of the bloodline of a military overlord?"

Kunlunzi recognized this power at a glance, and his expression changed drastically.

"That's right! I am of the Overlord's bloodline!"

The gray-haired old man spoke proudly.

This is pride in one's own bloodline.

The two great sword masters, Kunlunzi, felt increasingly heavy in his heart.

This is not just a saint.

He is still of the bloodline of the military overlord.

This is too scary.

"What is Overlord's bloodline?"

On the ground, Hui Kong

He Jian Tianming also heard Kunlunzi's exclamation.

Huikong asked puzzledly.

Jian Tianming looked at the figure of the gray-haired old man with a very heavy expression.

"Military strategists pay attention to bloodline inheritance, and the Overlord bloodline is one of the most powerful bloodlines in military strategists."

"The descendants of this lineage are far more qualified than ordinary military strategists, and their achievements are not small."

"And the ancestors of this lineage once produced two military saints!"

Hearing this, Huikong's expression suddenly changed.

The ancestors of the Overlord bloodline produced two military saints?

"This person does not look like a person from this world. He is probably one of the two overlord bloodline saints back then."

at this time.

The huge halberd has already fallen.

The terrifying power made everything around the Wandao Square seem to be stagnant.

Facing this offensive, the two sword masters and Kunlunzi felt a huge crisis.

"Attack with all your strength!!!"

Yun Wuxiang roared loudly.

Feng Wuhen, Kunlunzi didn't dare to show any slights.

The three of them each took action with all their strength.

Let’s resist that huge halberd together.

boom!!!

The earth-shaking loud noise shook Wandao Square.

But neither the square itself nor the Xiaoyao Hall further away was damaged in any way.

It seems that there is a force in the dark that prevents this place from being affected at all.

Jian Tianming and Huikong were both shocked and fell to the ground.

Both of them had blood coming out of their mouths and their breath was weak.

Just the residual power was enough to cause serious injuries to both of them.

Three figures fell from mid-air.

It is the two great sword masters and Kunlunzi.

All three of them fainted.

His body was covered with injuries.

The gray-haired old man came from the sky, with a stern look on his face.

He won.

But it's not too good either.

Using the incomplete body of a saint, he successively used the power of holy magic and the Overlord's bloodline, inflicting more injuries on the gray-haired old man.

At this moment, I only felt sharp pains in my body and soul, as if they were about to burst.

"This damn place!"

The gray-haired old man gritted his teeth.

"This time, I will escape no matter what!"

He's had enough of being trapped here and dying.

I just want to escape from this place as soon as possible.

next moment.

The gray-haired old man raised his hand and put the two unconscious sword masters and Kunlunzi into his sleeves.

In the hands of the gray-haired old man, a token as black as ink appeared.

Tiger Talisman!

This is a military treasure, and it is also the natal treasure that the gray-haired old man has nurtured for tens of thousands of years.
things.

Contains extremely amazing power.

But now this tiger talisman has lost too much power, and the gray-haired old man has been trapped here for too long, and his injuries cannot be healed, and it is difficult to make up for the tiger talisman's power.

"These three people are all outstanding among the Semi-Saints. With all their cultivation, they can make up for the lack of power of the Tiger Talisman."

"Then use their flesh and blood and soul to nourish me."

"When the time comes, I can use the power of the tiger talisman to forcefully break the barrier here and escape to the outside world!"

Thinking of this, the gray-haired old man couldn't help laughing.

free!

He longs for freedom!

Even a saint would go crazy after being locked up in this hellish place for so many years and tortured by the institutions here.

Although the gray-haired old man is not crazy yet, he feels that he is going crazy.

Fortunately.

Now I finally see hope of escaping.

You must take good care of yourself.

We must not let this great opportunity slip away from our hands again.

"Huh? There are two more!"

The gray-haired old man noticed Huikong and Jian Tianming in the square.

"The cultivation level is so low, two ants!"

The gray-haired old man didn't want to pay attention to the two of them.

But then I thought about it.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat.

Maybe he is just a little short of escaping?

It's better to grab it first, just in case you need it.

The gray-haired old man waved again.

He also put Jian Tianming and Huikong into his sleeves.

Later.

The gray-haired old man disappeared from the square.

In Xiaoyao Palace.

Ye Qingyun sat on the pure gold chair and fell asleep under the impact of the electric current.

And had a dream.

In his dream, Ye Qingyun stood in a hazy place that looked like chaos.

There is only gray fog all around.

It was as if I had returned to the time when I was trapped on Fuyun Mountain.

I don’t know how long it has been floating in the haze.

In front of Ye Qingyun's eyes, streaks of bright light appeared.

Some of these lights contain human figures, and some contain treasures.

But there is no exception.

They all gave Ye Qingyun a very familiar feeling.

It seems like people and things that I have seen before.

Balls of light floated here and there, dazzling Ye Qingyun.

Just when Ye Qingyun subconsciously reached out to grab it.

All light groups disappeared.

But two figures appeared in front of Ye Qingyun.

A white shadow!

A dark shadow!

They all had their backs to Ye Qingyun.

"who are you?"


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