God Emperor

Feng Qiao stood in the center of the storm holding the killing order, with circles of black air flowing around his body, exuding a cold evil aura.

He was three meters tall and could look down at Zhang Ruochen and said: "Zhang Ruochen, it is undoubtedly a pain for you to continue living in this world. Let me send you on your way and end your tragic life."

Feng Qiao once again raised the killing order. The token, which was more than ten feet high, showed dense inscriptions. Faintly, a humanoid shadow could be seen, blending with the killing order.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the figure on the killing order, his eyes filled with coldness, and said in a low voice: "If you want to kill me, I'm afraid you are not strong enough."

"Zheng!"

Shen Yuan's ancient sword made a harsh sound, flew towards Zhang Ruochen, and floated in front of him.

It has refined four blood blades, absorbed enough power, and restored it to the level of a thousand-marked holy weapon.

Following this, Zhang Ruochen poured holy energy and sword intent into Shen Yuan's ancient sword. A distant voice came from the sword body, saying: "Hundreds of years have passed, Zhang... Zhang Ruochen, how did you... wake me up?"

That is the communication between the sword spirit and its master, and outsiders cannot hear it at all.

Hearing the familiar voice coming from the sword spirit, Zhang Ruochen suppressed the excitement in his heart and said: "Shen Yuan, fight me first and overcome the difficulties in front of you. I still have many things to ask you."

"It doesn't matter, I have been sleeping for too long, and my thinking has become quite slow. I really should have a good fight to restore my peak will."

The next moment, the surface of Shen Yuan's ancient sword emitted jet-black brilliance, pouring out in all directions.

At first, the black brilliance only enveloped Zhang Ruochen.

Gradually, the arena with a radius of 100 feet also turned into darkness.

Looking up from below, you can only see a huge black sphere, like a black hole hanging in mid-air.

Even the half-saint's eyes could only vaguely see thousands of sword energies appearing in the black sphere.

"Zhang Ruochen was seriously injured. He is clearly at the end of his strength, so why does he still have the strength to fight?"

"Why do I feel...Zhang Ruochen seems to be getting stronger."

Jian Kongzi stood behind Wan Zhiyi, the holy sword on his back trembling violently.

His eyes showed a rather shocking look, and he said: "It's not that Zhang Ruochen has become stronger, but that the black sword has reached the level of a thousand-marked sacred weapon, and merged with Zhang Ruochen to form a A state in which man and sword unite.”

The only one present was Jian Kongzi, who was a real sword cultivator. He had cultivated Jian San to great perfection, so naturally he had the most say.

Next to him, a Half-Saint from the Ministry of War asked: "How can a man and a sword become one?"

Jian Kongzi said: "Among sword cultivators, it is one of the top-level methods. Not only does the sword cultivator need to reach the point where the human sword becomes one, but it also requires a holy sword whose material and sword spirit are both top-notch. The holy sword There must also be a mysterious fit with the master, so that the two can truly become one." Jian Kongzi stared at the ancient sword of Shen Yuan floating in front of Zhang Ruochen with very envious eyes.

For a sword cultivator, the lifelong goal is to find, or cultivate, such a sword.

The sword is the sword cultivator's best friend.

On the gladiatorial stage, Zhang Ruochen and Shen Yuan's ancient sword merged into one, as if only one sword was left, and as if only Zhang Ruochen's figure was left.

People are also swords, and swords are also people.

"Uh-huh."

The black sword turned into a black light and flew out.

It's not that Feng Qin has never fought against sword cultivators, but he has never encountered a situation like this before.

Feng Qiao controlled the killing order and blocked forward.

"Bang."

A strong impact surged out from the sword body.

At the same time, sword energy from all directions gathered together and collided with the killing order, emitting a large red spark.

Feng Qiao's arms made a "pop" sound, and he took three steps back before dispelling the powerful force.

Fortunately, the Killing Order was forged using special materials.

If it had been a hundred-marked sacred weapon, it would have been destroyed by this sword.

Shen Yuan's ancient sword flew in mid-air, flew in a circle, and then slashed down with the sword again, hitting Feng Bird's neck. Feng Qiao had no choice but to issue the killing order again to resist Zhang Ruochen's attack.

The situation of this battle finally reversed, and Zhang Ruochen suppressed Feng Qin.

Feng Qiao is naturally a very impressive person. No matter how fierce and subtle Zhang Ruochen's sword moves are, they are unable to break through his defense.

This person's cultivation and combat prowess have obviously reached the top level of a sixth-order semi-saint. In the same realm, I am afraid that only the Holy Body can defeat him.

However, Feng Qin was also complaining secretly in his heart.

Shen Yuan's ancient sword is too sharp. Every time the sword falls, it will leave a mark on the killing order. I'm afraid it won't be long before the killing order will be abolished.

Once he loses the killing order, how can he block Zhang Ruochen's sword moves?

"Snapped!"

Zhang Ruochen struck dozens of swords in a row, and the killing order finally couldn't bear it anymore, and a gap opened.

Feng Qin was naturally very unwilling. His cultivation level was clearly much higher than Zhang Ruochen's, so how could he lose to him?

What's more, once defeated, it means death.

No matter what, we should fight once before the killing order is completely broken.

"Zhang Ruochen, your strength is indeed quite astonishing. You can actually force me to use my last trump card. However, everything must end eventually."

"The method of burning wood to communicate with the gods."

The wind bird's body was like a piece of wood, burning and making a crackling sound. The originally strong body of three meters tall quickly became sluggish, and after a while, it was as thin as a human-shaped bamboo pole.

The method of burning wood to communicate with the gods is a kind of secret technique "the method of communicating with the gods" originating from the ancient witchcraft.

The witchcraft path is older than today's three paths. It is the cultivation method of the human race in the oldest period. After the rise of the Three Ways, Wu Dao gradually withdrew from the stage of history.

Even if there were successors of witchcraft or secret techniques of witchcraft in later generations, there was no one who mastered them all.

The method of communicating with the gods can burn a monk's blood, essence, and holy energy, thereby bursting out a power ten times greater than one's own in a very short period of time.

Nowadays, most of the secret techniques circulated in the Kunlun world to stimulate one's own combat power are evolved from the divine method.

The method of burning wood to communicate with the gods is one of them.

Executing such a secret technique has huge side effects. Not only will one's vitality be severely damaged, but there is also the risk of a decline in one's realm. Unless absolutely necessary, no one would use it.

The power fluctuations in Feng Bird's body continued to rise, and the energy emitted swept across the entire arena.

"Boom."

The kill order was issued, aiming to kill with one strike.

At this moment, Shen Yuan's ancient sword also burst out with a power that destroyed the heaven and earth. Thousands of inscriptions emerged, forming a thousand-marked destructive power.

Zhang Ruochen had no other choice but to use Qianwen's destructive power to block this blow.

Fengqiao was fighting desperately, so why wasn't he fighting for his life?

"Poof!" As Shen Yuan's ancient sword swung out, it was like cutting tofu, splitting the bodies of Po Sha Ling and Feng Qin into two at the same time.

Crimson blood surged out from Feng Bird's waist.

When he died, Feng Qin was also very surprised. He stretched out a hand with difficulty, pointed at Zhang Ruochen, and said: "You... you... dare to use... Qianwen... to destroy... to destroy..."

With a bang, Feng Bird's upper body fell to the ground.

Zhang Ruochen held the bloody Shen Yuan ancient sword, supported his body with the sword, stared at the corpse on the ground, gasped, and said, "Why are you so sure that I will not use the Qianwen Destruction Power?"

Already forced into a desperate situation of life and death, how could he care so much.

When Feng Bird fell, everyone present was suffocated by it.

Some of them were surprised, some felt puzzled, and some looked astonished.

Immediately afterwards, the crowd became excited and everyone was talking about it.

"Feng Qin originally had the strength to kill Zhang Ruochen, but it's a pity that Zhang Ruochen fought to the death and pulled him back."

"The Ministry of War has lost two domain kings in a row, and both were sixth-order half-saints. The losses were too heavy. I wonder who will take action next?"

"No matter who takes action, Zhang Ruochen can easily kill Zhang Ruochen. Zhang Ruochen, who has used Qianwen's destructive power, has exhausted his holy energy and there is no way he will have the strength to fight again."

Everyone knows that once Zhang Ruochen uses the Qianwen Destruction Power, it means that he will definitely die on the gladiatorial stage.

However, even if he died, he was still quite brilliant.

After all, he had just arrived in the Central Territory. In less than a month, he had already killed several kings of the Ministry of War. Even the high-level half-saints of the Demon Sect, the Black Market, and the Death Zen Sect had no outstanding achievements when fighting against the Ministry of War.

The Half-Saints in the Ministry of War can naturally see that Zhang Ruochen is like fish on the chopping board and can only be slaughtered by others.

"I'm going to take Zhang Ruochen's life."

"Zhao Luo, your cultivation level is too low, you should let me deal with Zhang Ruochen."

"You are only a third-level semi-saint, so why do you say that my level is low?"

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After a fight, Jinyue King "Tong Dong" rushed out first and boarded the arena.

At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was indeed quite weak. The holy energy in his body had been consumed by more than 80%. He could only use Shen Yuan's ancient sword to prop up his body to prevent him from falling.

However, Zhang Ruochen was not completely powerless to fight back.

Tong Dong's cultivation level is not too high, only the third-level semi-saint level.

He was naturally very happy to be able to break out from the semi-saints of the military department and seize the huge military merit of killing Zhang Ruochen.

Because of this, he underestimated the enemy.

Tong Dong had just landed on the fighting stage and before he could stand firmly, Zhang Ruochen mobilized his mental power and fired a three-foot-long lightning blade, hitting him.

"Snapped!"

Tong Dong made a muffled sound from his mouth and flew out.

His whole body was covered with tiny lightning bolts, and a foot-long blood-red wound appeared on his abdomen.