I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

“Hit!”

After a few moves, the Fire Scale Sword suddenly burst out with a dazzling blood light, illuminating the surroundings like a sea of ​​blood, shocking.

The next moment, a blood-colored sword light shot out and slashed across Jue Wushen’s throat.

This is the killer move of the Eclipse Sword Technique, “Sunset Light”, which is a killer move for a desperate counterattack when a strong enemy has the upper hand.

Although this move is powerful, it is almost impossible to defend once it is used.

It is basically a fight to the death, and if it fails, it will die.

When using this move, Duan Shuai was also very helpless.

He has rich experience in fighting against enemies, and he has a clear understanding of himself, so he is not so arrogant.

After three moves with Jue Wushen, he knew that the opponent’s cultivation was far above his own.

Even if he held the magic weapon Fire Scale Sword, he would still end up losing.

What’s more weird is that the Fire Scale Sword, which was passed down from the Duan family, is also a weapon from the underworld.

Although the power is not bad, the sword also has the brutal killing intent of the Qilin Demon.

If you really want to fight with the opponent, you may be controlled by the Fire Scale Sword...

The best result is to lose your mind, not only to die without a burial place, but also to become a laughing stock in the world.

Duan Shuai thought about the scene, and decisively burst out his lifelong cultivation and took a risk.

"Stupid ant!"

Jue Wushen laughed loudly, and his whole body radiated a dazzling golden light, turning into a golden light shield.

The golden light converged rapidly, so that Jue Wushen's body was like forged from black iron and gold, giving people an unshakable feeling.

The Fire Scale Sword Qi pierced Jue Wushen's throat and suddenly stopped, unable to move forward.

Jue Wushen took a step forward without hesitation, and the murderous fist was like a burst of thunder, hitting the dumbfounded Duan Shuai.

"Are you kidding me..."

Duan Shuai's face was pale, and he couldn't help but plow more than a hundred meters on the ground and fell heavily.

Although the Light of Sunset is a killer move to win from a loss, Duan Shuai's full-strength attack can't penetrate Jue Wushen's immortal golden body.

The gap has reached this point, which is indeed inferior to others, and there is nothing to say.

"Huh? You're not dead? Humph! You actually wore a heart-protecting mirror, what a dog's luck."

Jue Wushen laughed wildly and clenched his right fist again: "Ghost Cha Luo, cut this waste into pieces."

"Woo woo!"

Figures flashed, and dozens of ninjas wearing evil ghost masks seemed to appear out of thin air and surrounded Duan Shuai.

Ghost Cha Luo is the most fierce soldier of Wushen Jue Palace, and his name is well-known in Japan.

Less than a hundred people are trained every year.

But they are extremely powerful, enough to fight one against a hundred!

"Kill!"

The encirclement closed, and a group of Ghost Cha Luo took a few steps, drew their weapons, and slashed at Duan Shuai who had no power to fight back.

"Sorry!"

At this moment, a distant sigh sounded, and a strong sword energy exploded in the crowd.

Under the lingering sword intent, the bodies of the Guicha Luo exploded one after another, leaving no bones.

The next moment, a middle-aged man with a pale face appeared in the middle of the training ground.

The man was wearing a blue robe and had a sparse beard on his lips.

His expression seemed neither cold nor warm, as if he had experienced the vicissitudes of life.

His eyes revealed a lofty majesty that people dared not despise.

"Heavenly Sword Wuming!"

Jue Wushen's face sank: "Pojun, what's going on?"

The huge pressure swept over.

Wuming's face became even uglier, and he gritted his teeth and took a step back.

"Is this Heavenly Sword Wuming?"

"This man does look a bit powerful, but now he is seriously injured, and he may not be Jue Wushen's opponent. Should we help him?"

Ah Qing leaned in Lin Xuan's arms and asked lazily.

"It's a serious injury, but Wuming who wasn't injured wouldn't go out at all..."

Lin Xuan smiled: "It's nothing, even such Wuming is not something that Jue Wushen can defeat. The current situation is actually quite balanced."

"Then let's see the excitement first."

"Hmph! Wuming was poisoned by the strange poison you provided, and I had captured him, but unfortunately someone secretly attacked him and let him escape by chance."

While speaking, Pojun easily blocked several killing moves of Nie Renwang: "Even so, he has lost all his martial arts now, and is just an empty shell."

Although he is not as good as Tianjian Wuming, he is also a genius of the Sword Sect once in a hundred years. Before going to Japan, his martial arts were better than Nie Renwang.

The Greedy Wolf Sword and the Sky Blade in his hands can also be called divine weapons, enough to counter the power of Xueyin.

At the beginning, Nie Renwang was in a state of blood explosion, which did make Pojun a little embarrassed.

But after surviving Nie Renwang's first round of outbreak, Pojun gradually gained the upper hand.

If it weren't for the fear that Nie Renwang would use a suicidal fighting style, Pojun would have killed him long ago.

"Hahaha, so that's how it is, well done!"

Jue Wushen looked at Wuming, who looked gloomy, and laughed: "Wuming, you are in this state, and you still dare to come to me. Do you really want to die so much?"

"I heard from my friends that as a villain, you must be more cautious in your words and deeds. A villain is like an old general on the stage, and he is not far from death."

A lazy voice sounded, and an old man with white hair and beard appeared beside Wuming: "Okay, let me just say one thing, today evil cannot prevail over good, Jue Wushen, your whole family will die!"

"It was this man who saved Wuming!"

Pojun's eyelids jumped: "Jue Wushen! Although this old dog's martial arts are not very good, he is very good at pretending to be a ghost. Be careful not to let him escape."

"The big devil Wuming came to fight Taijun, and the great hero Pojun was willing to be Taijun's running dog. It's really interesting."

The old man glanced at Po Jun: "Huh? You are not very old, why is your hair all white? Being a fake prince is stressful? Are you going bald soon?"

"The old dog is looking for death!"

Po Junqi's body trembled slightly, his energy was released, and he was almost hit by King Nie Ren.

His hair was shaved off by his junior brother Wuming's sword energy in the Jianzong Ice Cave.

When it grows back it will be snow white.

But if this kind of thing is explained seriously... it seems to be even more embarrassing!

I can only endure it silently.

"Hahaha! How dare you, an old guy, say that about Po Jun? You've got the guts!"

Jue Wushen laughed loudly: "But today's matter has nothing to do with you, but you want Baba to come and die, which is also interesting."

"Who said it has nothing to do with me?"

The old man looked at Emperor Wenlong, who was fighting fiercely with Juexin: "My dear grandson, tell these Japanese dogs who I am, grandpa."

"Um?"

Jue Wushen's thoughts moved slightly, and he punched Emperor Wenlong back from the air: "Little emperor, is he your grandfather Zhu Houzhao?"

"...It is indeed my grandfather, the former Emperor Zhengde."

Emperor Wenlong was a little tired and sighed: "Your Majesty, you have been anonymous for more than ten years, why are you here?"

"Hey, I happened to rescue Wu Ming that day, so I guessed that these Japanese dogs would attack you, so I made a special trip to Beijing to rescue him."

Zhu Houzhao said casually: "Others are father and son soldiers, but your father is dead, so I can only fight side by side with you."

"Tonight, it is obvious that others have better cards than us. My emperor is guarding the country. His death will be a good story, and it will not affect our grand plan."

Emperor Wenlong looked helpless: "But Your Majesty..., Hey, Your Majesty, your martial arts are so mediocre, why did you come here anyway?"

"Hmph! Grandpa, when have I ever felt like retreating when I encountered enemies in my life?"

"I think back then, grandpa and I fought side by side with Lin Zhenjun, Qingjianxian and the Demon Lord, and we jointly killed the Immortal God, the Nameless Island Master and other important criminals of the imperial court, and we never took a step back!"

Zhu Houzhao said proudly: "Even if Lan Yu, Xiao Ao Shi, Emperor Shitian and others rebelled later, it was me, grandpa, who planned the strategy and sent Mr. Yangming to fight to determine the outcome."

Emperor Wenlong: "???"

nameless:"……"

"He can be regarded as an old friend... No wonder the court has deep intentions in its actions. It turns out that this guy is hiding behind the scenes."

Lin Xuan laughed and said: "Although this guy is brave, he is not willing to deliberately come here to die. There should be more powerful experts to help."

Seeing Zhu Houzhao, Lin Xuan was in a good mood.

Although this guy is a bit strange, his general direction is very similar, and he is very concerned about dealing with the Qianqiu Catastrophe.

In this case, it is already signed.

If he were replaced by an emperor who "suffers the common people" and "take care of the floods after I die", then he would have to spend a lot of time clearing out Chao Gang.

"Yeah, I didn't expect this guy to be alive..."

Ah Qing's eyes flashed: "That's not right, he has lived to this day at least two levels. How come he is such a bad guy and can't even break through to a mere celestial being?"

"The zhenqi in his body is exactly the same as that of Wang Yangming. It must have been that Wang Yangming passed on his lifelong cultivation to him before he passed away."

"Now he just can't keep up with his realm, and his skill level is no less than that of a master of heavenly beings. He can be regarded as half-step to heavenly beings."

Lin Xuan shook his head: "Mr. Yangming is very capable, but it is a bit difficult to fully understand his many mental skills."

"Oh, Sister Rong also said that she managed to master the Xiantian Qiankun Gong thanks to Master Zhang's teaching."

Ah Qing pouted: "But martial arts can't just be practiced casually? How can there be so much emphasis on it?"

"This topic cannot be discussed..."

"oh!"

***

"Hahaha! Zhu Houzhao is indeed a wonderful man. I have captured your grandfather and grandson this time, which is an unparalleled achievement!"

Jue Wushen's eyes flashed: "Wu Ming, I think you are considered a talent. If you capture Zhu Houzhao, not only will I save you from death, but I will also take you to meet the general and let you master unimaginable magical powers." force."

"The throne of the Central Plains is related to the safety of the country and must not fall into the hands of the Japanese!"

Wuming sighed, his eyes showing concern for the country and the people, neither humble nor arrogant.

As he spoke, the heroic sword on his waist made a clear sword sound and pointed diagonally at Jue Wushen.

"Okay! Since you don't know how to praise, I will help you!"

Jue Wushen roared angrily, appeared in front of Wuming, and punched down.

The extremely solid masonry floor collapsed, and broken bricks were scattered like arrows.

The mountain-like golden fist shadow filled the world, carrying extremely bloody killing intent, crushing towards Wuming.

More than twenty years ago, Jue Wushen led his army to attack the Central Plains, but was stopped by Wuming with a sword and returned without success.

After returning to Japan, he thought hard about how to deal with Wuming, and created three killing fist styles for this purpose.

It is said to be designed to kill god-like opponents, created especially for Wuming.

The power of the killing fist is incomparable, and there is absolutely no trick. Once the punch is released, it is like the sea splits and the mountain collapses!

"Is there a typhoon? Is it so strong?"

Zhu Houzhao felt the heavy and violent punch coming, his face changed drastically, and he quickly stepped back.

"Supreme Emperor, be careful!"

Wuming looked at the majestic and domineering fist in front of him, as heavy as a mountain, and stretched out his hand.

As he thought, the azure sky sword shield was formed, blocking Jue Wushen's killing fist.

In the terrifying collision sound, the sword shield exploded into pieces.

Blood spilled from the corner of Wuming's mouth and he took a few steps back.

"It's a bit difficult to handle..."

Wuming smiled bitterly, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his face became solemn.

Although Jue Wushen's fist power was extremely overbearing.

But if Wuming was in full state, he could still resolve it calmly.

Unfortunately, Wuming is now in the state of "residual blood wave full map".

As a result, he was injured by Jue Wushen's punch.

"Die!"

Seeing Wuming spitting blood, Jue Wushen was overjoyed and punched again.

"As a heroic sword master, for the righteousness of the world, I will die!"

Wuming let out a long roar, and a trace of determination flashed in his eyes: "Ten thousand! Swords! Return! To the clan!"

The heroic sword was unsheathed.

In an instant, endless green sword shadows condensed from behind Wuming.

One sword came out, and ten thousand swords were born!

Circles of sword energy burst out towards Jue Wushen, like a rainstorm covering the sky and the earth.

The sword force was like a net, fierce and densely covering the void. Layer upon layer, endless, without beginning or end!

This is Wuming's supreme sword that activates the sword intent of the Heavenly Sword.

"Master, save me!"

In an instant, the golden air shield of Jue Wushen's indestructible golden body was blown to pieces.

Feeling the sword energy strangling him like a storm, Jue Wushen trembled all over and cried in panic.

"Amitabha! Master Jue, don't panic, the old monk is coming!"

A crisp boy's voice sounded.

A little monk wearing a snow-white cassock and with a figure like a boy suddenly appeared in front of Wuming.

"If you want to return to the empty world from the color world, you can take a short break!"

The little monk stretched out his hand and made a mysterious seal, smiling: "Let the rainstorm fall, and let the wind blow."

The invisible wave rolled up the world and dispersed the sword energy in the sky.

Calm and peaceful!

Zhu Houzhao, Emperor Wenlong, Duan Shuai, Wuming and even Nie Renwang all showed confusion in their eyes, and their bodies kept shaking.

Just now when the little monk mentioned "Ikkyu".

They felt an indescribable sense of fatigue.

It was as if everything in the world had nothing to do with them anymore, and they just wanted to have a good sleep and never wake up again.

"To imprint the heart with the heart, the heart is the same? Are you Ikkyu Sojun, the national teacher of Japan?"

At this moment, the cold voice of the girl sounded: "You are in a good state, but it's a pity that you hide in the devil's way without knowing it."

The air rippled like water waves, and Ao Xue's figure appeared in front of Ikkyu, forming a wheel seal.

Thousands of strange visions kept appearing and disappearing between the two.

There was the Emperor of the Eastern Heavenly Court ruling the group of immortals, and the Buddha preaching in the ancient temple of Thunder Sound in the West.

There were the twenty-four gods of India and the nine pillars of Egypt.

There was Jehovah's heaven and Satan's hell.

There were also six reincarnations, endless killings, ghosts and monsters, and demons everywhere...

This was the former Virgo Shaka who integrated the classics of many religions and built an independent world.

"Heavenly Dance Wheel!"

The next moment, Shaka's breath disappeared.

Only Ao Xue, with long hair and wearing golden armor, was left, sitting cross-legged in the endless void.

"One flower, one world, one thought, one Bodhi? The Demon Lord uses the power of Buddha to transform into a small world between reality and illusion, which is indeed an unparalleled fighting method."

Ikki sighed: "May I ask the Demon Lord, what do you think Buddha is?"

As soon as the words came out, the dark black devil thoughts filled the void, transformed into the appearance of the sky demon, and roared towards Ao Xue.

"Amitabha!"

Ikki put his hands together and said calmly: "In my eyes, this is Buddha!"

Boundless black air poured out from Ikki, dyeing his snow-white cassock into dark black.

"Vision, deprivation!"

Ao Xue's eyes flashed, and he said crisply.

Ikkyu: "..."

"No wonder Zhu Houzhao is so confident, it turns out he found Xiaobai for help!"

"But, Xiaobai is so powerful? I didn't even notice her breath just now."

A Qing smiled and said, "Lin Xuan, are you going to save the beauty later?"

Lin Xuan: "..."

"...What happened?"

Zhu Houzhao and others felt the tiredness fade away, and fear appeared in their eyes.

Although the little monk in front of them did not perform martial arts.

But he just showed an extremely powerful spiritual realm, which is much more terrifying than martial arts.

Even Wuming almost suffered a big loss.

"How could this woman's spiritual cultivation be so strong!"

Jue Wushen took a deep breath and suppressed the horror in his eyes: "Second Brother, the plan has changed, act quickly!"

"Hahaha! Jue Wushen, you rubbish!"

A hoarse voice sounded, and the ground within a radius of one mile turned over.

A rough man who looked like a god or demon jumped out from the depths of the earth.

The man was in mid-air, exhaling and shouting, and slapped down with his right hand.

The brilliant thunder turned into a pale white thunder palm, slapping Wuming and others away like slapping mosquitoes.

The next moment, the thunder palm turned into a huge fist like a palace, and slammed into Ao Xue who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Fist slammed into the void!

"Second brother? The boxing god is worthy of being the boxing god..."

Wuming smiled bitterly and closed his eyes.

"Your martial arts are not good, but you still have some courage, barely not disappointing me."

"As for you, it's a pity."

The golden light flashed between heaven and earth, and a sword energy that seemed to be able to cut through the sky and earth broke through the air.

The fist intention was shattered, and the sword energy swept through the air and passed by the cheek of the boxing god.

With a sigh, Lin Xuan suddenly appeared in front of the boxing god holding the Human Emperor Sword: "Who turned you into a demon spirit?"

"Hahaha! What's so great about demon spirits, only power is everything!"

The boxing god's eyes flashed with a murderous intent: "Who do you think you are? Are you qualified to ask me questions?"

"Your thoughts are quite pure."

Lin Xuan nodded: "Well, then I will kill you with my own hands."

"Lin, Lin Zhenjun!"

Zhu Houzhao rubbed his eyes and was overjoyed: "It's settled tonight."

Wuming: "..."