God Emperor

Duanmuya put his hands together, hastily mobilized his true energy, transferred it to his palms, and made a huge seven-meter-long handprint downwards.

"break!"

The man in black, Cao Ying, quickly twisted his wrist, passed his four-foot-long sword forward, and burst out thirty-six sword shadows, breaking Duanmuya's hand seal, and stabbed her again.

Duanmuya stretched out two fingers, formed a sword formula, and collided with Cao Ying's sword, making a "bang bang" sound.

With the two people at the center, Qi energy burst out, forming thousands of sharp sword Qi, filling the entire courtyard.

"Boom!"

Houses and buildings collapsed one after another, leaving sword holes the size of bowls in the walls, and even the ground was pockmarked.

Hearing the sound of fighting, Demon Cult warriors came from all directions, but how could their strength compete with the strong men of the Fish and Dragon Realm?

As soon as they rushed into the courtyard, they were pierced by the sword energy flying in all directions and died on the spot.

Zhang Ruochen watched all this silently and shook his head gently.

The masters of the Fish and Dragon Realm fought, and the warriors of the Diji Realm and Tianji Realm dared to get close. They simply did not know whether to live or die. Even if he wanted to save people, he couldn't save that many.

The demon sect and the black market were fighting, and Zhang Ruochen didn't want to get involved at all. After all, when he came to the evil land of the Eastern Territory, he had to be careful and avoid causing trouble as much as possible to avoid exposing his identity.

His only goal is to kill Emperor Yi.

Duanmuya fell to the ground in a hurry, and the five fingers on his right hand became dripping with blood.

Obviously, she was at a disadvantage in the previous confrontation.

Cao Ying also fell to the ground, holding a long sword, walked over, and snorted: "The chief helmsman of the Demon Sect is nothing more than that."

"If I hadn't been poisoned, how could you two be my opponents?"

Duanmuya's breath was a little weak, and her arms kept shaking.

Fang Jie walked up from behind and said with a ferocious smile: "Duanmuya, you can't escape today!"

"call out!"

Suddenly, a subtle sound of breaking wind sounded.

A thin blue needle of cow hair flew out from the direction of the Danta and hit Fang Jie's vest.

Fang Jie's ears twitched, he turned around quickly, swung his short spear forward and hit the thin green needle.

With a "bang", the thin green needle suddenly exploded, forming a powerful energy storm that shocked Fang Jie and took him back three steps in a row.

"Breaking needle!"

Fang Jie's falcon-like eyes showed an angry look, he looked around and said sternly: "Who is that person? Get out."

The Gang-Breaking Needle, an eighth-level true weapon, can break through the monk's body-protecting Gang Qi. As long as it penetrates the monk's body, it will explode immediately and release powerful energy.

Even a strong person who has transformed into the sixth fish-dragon transformation will be in danger once he is attacked.

Outside the courtyard, there was a rapid sound of wind. It seemed that someone was quickly using his skills and changing directions, sometimes appearing in the east and sometimes in the west. It was completely unpredictable.

A rather majestic female voice sounded in the air: "Fang Jie, Cao Ying, you two are so brave, you dare to deal with the people of the Moon God Sect. Do you believe that your Blood Cloud Sect will be wiped out because of this?"

The woman hiding in the dark blends her true energy into her voice to form a sharp sonic power.

Cao Ying's eyes were very cold and he said: "Since Her Royal Highness the Saint is here, why don't you show up to see her?"

Obviously, Cao Ying and Fang Jie came prepared, so they knew very well that Duanmuya and the Demon Sect Saint were both in Liyuan City.

Zhang Ruochen was slightly shocked and raised his head to look in the direction of the Danta. He was certain that the voice just now was indeed the voice of Duanmu Xingling.

Could it be that she left the Holy Court and returned to the Demon Cult?

When Wan Zhaoyi went to the Holy King's Mansion to arrest Zhang Ruochen, the charge was that he colluded with the Demon Cult and killed the Xujie warriors.

Since the Ministry of War can even find out about this matter, it is estimated that the true identity of Duanmu Xingling can be found out through what happened in the Wood Spirit Ruins Realm.

Now that his identity is exposed, Duanmu Xingling naturally has no choice but to return to the Demon Sect.

Zhang Ruochen transported his true energy to the meridians of his eyes and began to observe the surroundings carefully, and soon discovered the figure of Duanmu Xingling.

Although her movement skills are very fast, her cultivation level is too low. How could she hide it from Zhang Ruochen's eyes?

"Lingxi, run away quickly." Duanmuya said.

"Can't escape."

Fang Jie's eyes turned cold, and he quickly locked Mu Lingxi's position, so he quickly flew out.

With a bang, he directly smashed through the wall with his body, stretched out a big hand, and grabbed Mu Lingxi's left shoulder.

Duanmuya wanted to rescue, but was repelled by Cao Ying. Instead, Cao Ying stabbed her in the abdomen with his sword, leaving a shallow but not deep sword wound.

With the cultivation level of Mu Lingxi Tianji Realm, who is Fang Jie's opponent?

With just one move, Mu Lingxi was caught by Fang Jie.

"The saint of the Moon Worshiping Demon Cult turns out to be nothing more than that."

Fang Jie's five fingers tightly clasped Mu Lingxi's left shoulder. The poison on the fingers corroded her uniform until black poisonous smoke emitted.

Fortunately, Mu Lingxi was wearing a battle suit, otherwise, the toxins in Fang Jie's hands would have been enough to corrode her skin into pus and blood.

"If my cultivation hadn't been sealed, how could you be my opponent?" Mu Lingxi said coldly.

"Uh-huh!"

Suddenly, a white ancient sword flew out of Mu Lingxi's left eye and stabbed Fang Jie in the heart.

The white ancient sword was originally smaller than a needle, but when it pierced Fang Jie's heart, it immediately became five feet long and turned into a holy sword.

On the surface of the sword body, there are blood-red ancient inscriptions floating up and down, making the power of the white ancient sword become more and more powerful.

Fang Jie is worthy of being an old devil who has experienced hundreds of battles. Although he was successfully attacked by Mu Lingxi, he reacted in the shortest time.

"Wow!"

He released Mu Lingxi's left shoulder, exerted force on his legs, and retreated backwards.

Fang Jie looked at the blood on his heart, and then at the white ancient sword in Mu Lingxi's hand. His eyes became extremely cold, and he laughed and said, "Okay! What a holy sword! Your Royal Highness, your holy sword." , from now on, it’s mine!”

Fang Jie secretly gathered his strength and walked towards Mu Lingxi step by step.

Mu Lingxi kept retreating as if facing a formidable enemy, and beads of sweat appeared on her white forehead.

Even though she is a saint from the Demon Cult and has many trump cards, after all, the difference in cultivation between her and Fang Jie is too huge. If he were to fight Fang Jie head-on, there would be no chance of winning.

Moreover, when Fang Jie clasped her left shoulder just now, he used dark strength to completely dislocate her left arm. Now, she can't lift it at all.

In fact, Mu Lingxi could use the imperial edict to escape from this place immediately.

However, it was impossible for her to abandon Duanmuya and leave alone. Therefore, knowing that she was no match for Fang Jie, she could only fight hard and try her best to find opportunities to get together with Duanmuya.

Zhang Ruochen was really worried that Duanmu Xingling would suffer a big loss at the hands of Fang Jie, so he couldn't help but said: "I'm afraid it's not good for two grown men to bully two weak women!"

Fang Jie stopped, glanced in Zhang Ruochen's direction, and said coldly: "Boy, I am the eighth killer of the Blood Cloud Sect, Fang Jie. If you know who I am, you'd better stay there and drink. Tea, don’t get involved in this matter.”

Zhang Ruochen sat at the table, playing with the jade teacup with his fingers, and said with a smile: "Blood Cloud Sect! Such a great reputation, but it's a pity that I have already negotiated a business deal with the landlady. If the landlady is captured by you, who will I talk to?" Going on business?"

Zhang Ruochen deliberately changed his voice a bit, making it appear more slender, making people think that he was a bohemian young high roller.

Mu Lingxi glanced at the young man sitting by the pond. Because there was a pillar between them, she couldn't see the young man's figure clearly at all.

Fang Jie snorted coldly: "Wait until I capture the devil's saint, and then I'll deal with you."

Fang Jie's fingers quickly bent to form two black claws, and he performed a low-grade ghost-level martial skill, the White Bone Ghost Claw.

The White Bone Ghost Claw evolved from the top claw martial art "Hell Ghost King Claw" of the Black Market First Grade Hall. Although it is far less powerful than the Hell Ghost King Claw, it is still a very vicious and advanced claw martial art.

"Giggle!"

Fang Jie's ten fingers continued to grow longer and he quickly grabbed Mu Lingxi.

Before the claws hit Mu Lingxi's body, dozens of huge bone claw marks formed in the air.

In an instant, the space of a hundred feet in radius was filled with the shadows of the claws, creating a scene like flying sand and rocks. At the same time, wisps of poisonous gas condensed into a poisonous cloud, completely surrounding him and Mu Lingxi.

With Mu Lingxi's cultivation level, even if she had a holy sword, she would not be able to block Fang Jie's bone-white ghost claws, and she could only keep retreating.

Seeing that the white bone ghost claw was about to hit Mu Lingxi's body.

Zhang Ruochen sighed, stretched out a finger and pointed towards the sky.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered quickly and condensed into thunder and lightning.

"Snapped!"

A bolt of lightning as thick as a wine glass fell in mid-air and hit Fang Jie on the top of his head.

Immediately, all the claw marks and poisonous gas dissipated.

Fang Jie's whole body became charred black, and all his hair stood up, especially on the top of his head, where his scalp was split and blood was pouring out.

The blow just now certainly alarmed Duanmuya and Cao Ying who were fighting.

The two of them stopped fighting at the same time, stepped away, and stared at Zhang Ruochen.

"Master of spiritual power?"

Cao Ying had a serious expression on his face and became alert.

Even with Fang Jie's cultivation, he couldn't avoid the opponent's mental attack. This shows that this person's mental power must be very strong.

You must know that if a master of spiritual power possesses a spiritual power weapon and can cast powerful spells, he will definitely be a very terrifying existence. He can single-handedly fight against a group of warriors of the same realm.

In the same realm, warriors are no match for spiritual masters.

Duanmuya was quite surprised and stared at the mysterious man wearing a metal mask. Unexpectedly, this man turned out to be a noble spiritual master.