After receiving the order from Emperor Qianyuan, Ba Dao showed a ferocious smile, holding a four-foot-long ghost-headed sword in his hand, and rushed towards King Zhenbei at the head of the crowd.
"The tyrant cuts with one sword!"
Ba Dao held the sword above his head with both hands, and then suddenly slashed it down.
The domineering strength of the third-grade martial artist, coupled with the unparalleled sharp sword energy, quickly struck at the unarmed Zhenbei King.
Facing such a fierce offensive, King Zhenbei still looked calm and did not dodge or evade.
Seeing the other party being so arrogant.
Feeling slighted, Ba Dao roared again, and the internal energy as thick as a river poured into the long knife crazily.
I vowed to make this arrogant Zhenbei King pay the price for his arrogance.
Don't think that just because you are praised by the court as the best warrior in the world, you can really despise the warriors in the world.
To know.
Wuzhou is the real headquarters of martial artists in the world.
When the ghost-headed sword was still a few inches away from King Zhenbei's head, King Zhenbei suddenly raised his right hand and grabbed the sword.
Want to grab my knife with your bare hands?
How arrogant!
Ba Dao wanted to speed up his attack, so he first cut off the Zhenbei King's arm.
Who would have thought that a huge force suddenly came from the sword, and Ba Dao found that his sword could not sink at all.
King Zhenbei was seen holding the tip of the knife in his right hand, and the black python robe on his body was making a hunting sound in the strong wind.
The aura emanating from his body is like a dragon emerging from an abyss, like an abyss or a prison.
"You...you are not the third grade, you have already broken through the second grade!"
Ba Dao's eyes showed shock and anger, mixed with fear and fear.
The second level of Hedao realm.
The strength of a martial artist who has entered this realm is completely different from that of a third-grade martial artist. His own martial arts can defeat all methods!
This King of Zhenbei has been hiding his clumsiness and hiding his strength!
King Zhenbei didn't even look at the opponent, flicked the sword away, and then swung his right palm towards the sword lightly.
Ba Dao shuddered in his heart and quickly drew his knife to block.
When~
King Zhenbei slapped the sword with his right palm, curling the blade inwards, and then slapped Ba Dao on the chest again, knocking the third-level martial artist to the point where he vomited blood and flew backwards with one palm.
Facing the rest of the besieging people.
The King of Zhenbei took a leisurely stroll in the court and neutralized the attacks one by one.
A second-grade warrior is so terrifying!
Suddenly, Emperor Qianyuan, who had been watching from the sidelines, showed strong jealousy and madness in his eyes.
Why could he break the mirror so easily one after another and extend his lifespan, while he, a majestic king of a country, should be blessed by luck, but he struggled to break through just when he was about to die of old age.
I can not be reconciled!
Strong soul power surged out from between his eyebrows.
This Emperor Qianyuan, who had just grown old, quickly became smooth and youthful, his old white hair had returned to black green, and his beard was long and flowing, making him quite handsome.
But now his young and handsome face is full of ferocious looks.
The strong soul power condensed into an illusory body behind him.
The third level of Taoism, Yangshen realm.
When the Nascent Soul grows up, it becomes the Yang God, understands its own way, gets rid of falsehood and seeks truth, and the Dharma takes shape, which is also called the Dharmakaya.
This Emperor Qianyuan has actually broken through to the third level.
However, King Zhenbei looked at him with a look of regret in his eyes.
After repelling the besiegers, he looked at Emperor Qianyuan and said:
"One wrong step can lead to an abyss. In order to extend your life, you have done everything you can."
Emperor Qianyuan, who returned to his youth, replied coldly:
"Right or wrong are the words of the winner, but once the life span is burned out, everything will be in vain."
"Stop talking nonsense, today even if you are a second-grade warrior, I will kill you here!"
Emperor Qianyuan looked at the injured Ba Dao and said coldly:
"Today you can only survive if you kill the King of Zhenbei. After the incident is completed, I can also give you what Lin Ruofu can give you."
After hearing what Emperor Qianyuan said, Ba Dao had a complicated look in his eyes.
There is both regret and resentment, as well as desire and greed.
However, he has no way out. Those who were released by Emperor Qianyuan have been poisoned. If they dare to have different intentions, they will definitely not survive today.
King Zhenbei ignored the sword and looked at the dharma body behind Emperor Qianyuan.
The three levels of Taoist Dharmakaya are all in a pure, semi-illusory state.
However, the Dharma Body behind Emperor Qianyuan was filled with turbid and dirty black and red gas. This black and red gas kept wandering in the Dharma Body, transforming into desperate and frightened human faces.
No confirmation is needed to know that this is caused by practicing evil arts.
Emperor Qianyuan had been hiding in the Tianshou Palace for these years. After he was unable to break through the orthodox Taoist practice, he was eager to extend his life and began to order people to secretly search for various evil Taoist methods.
And secretly associate with some evil ways.
I learned this method of replenishing qi and collecting essence.
He secretly robbed his own people and sucked their energy to practice evil arts, which is why he is like this now.
That's why he is so jealous of King Zhenbei.
King Zhenbei sighed sadly, Emperor Qianyuan could no longer look back. Under the influence of evil magic, he was no longer the Li Cunhua who originally had the world in mind.
With a tap of his right foot, King Zhenbei quickly dissipated and rushed towards Emperor Qianyuan.
Emperor Qianyuan shouted in horror: "Ba Dao!"
Ba Dao gritted his teeth and stood in front of King Zhenbei with his knife.
The other Wuzhou warriors who had been poisoned, as well as the confidants trained by Emperor Qianyuan, once again besieged him.
King Zhenbei looked slightly cold and slapped the palm towards Ba Dao again.
When the palm comes out, there seems to be thunder swirling across the sky and the earth.
Ba Dao's expression changed drastically. King Zhenbei was obviously angry and no longer showed any mercy.
Suddenly, bursts of shrill howling sounds came from behind Ba Dao.
One after another, the illusory black and red figures skipped the sword and burrowed into the body of the charging Zhenbei King. The roars made people feel a splitting headache. It seemed that the soul was being torn apart and eaten by many wronged souls.
"snort!"
King Zhenbei snorted coldly.
Waves of thunder surged out of the body and swirled around the body.
Any innocent soul that comes close will turn into curls of green smoke and dissipate away as long as it is hit by this green and white thunder.
King Zhenbei was also distracted, and the palm he swung was barely caught by Ba Dao.
But there was also severe pain in his hands, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood again.
Is this martial arts?
Ba Dao looked at King Zhenbei, who was like the God of Thunder coming to the world, with a strong look of yearning in his eyes.
By intention.
Condensing one's own martial arts perception and achieving one's own way, this is the pursuit of a martial artist!
Ba Dao laughed wildly:
"Today I can witness martial arts, even if I die, what's the point of complaining?"
Streams of rich energy and blood energy emitted from Ba Dao's body, causing the aura emanating from his body to rise steadily.
This tyrannical sword actually burned its own essence and blood to improve its cultivation level in a short period of time.
After seeing the true meaning of King Zhenbei's martial arts, countless new insights into martial arts emerged in his heart between life and death.
Although it is incomplete, it can still be condensed for a moment with the help of burning essence and blood.
"Ba... knife!"
Ba Dao laughed wildly, and all his energy and energy merged into the sword.
The spirit of self-sacrifice that goes forward is a bit like the martial arts weapon that Chu Ge obtained earlier.
He looked at Ba Dao, whose vitality and blood were rapidly drying up, but his eyes were still fervent.
King Zhenbei looked squarely at his opponent for the first time. This was a sign of respect for a peak martial artist who sacrificed his life for martial arts.
The thunder surged out and met the final blow of Ba Dao.