I can see the blood bar, my purity is very high

"Why did Tianchui Wuzun suddenly self-destruct?"

"what happened!"

"How did Tianchui Wuzun die?"

The burly warrior and his war hammer exploded in the air together, and the many warriors who looked up below could not help but burst into exclamations.

This Sky Hammer Martial Master is considered a well-known young warrior in the Sun-Moon Empire. He is not even a hundred years old now. After refining a spiritual weapon clone, his cultivation has reached the late stage of Martial Master, and there is a great possibility that he will break through to the realm of Martial Saint.

By then, the Sun-Moon Empire will have one more strategic-level strongman, making its position even more consolidated.

Perhaps there is a chance to seize a holy weapon and develop a large vassal state.

Now, he went out to fight the enemy, but died in such an unclear manner!

Who would believe this if I told them?

The sudden death of Tianchui Martial Lord quickly attracted the attention of other Martial Saints and Martial Lords.

Young and old faces looked up, all with expressions of surprise.

They discovered that they did not recognize the daring warrior in the sky, and that he was not a familiar face on the mainland.

But with such powerful combat capability, how could it be possible to hide one's abilities on a daily basis?

Could it be that some top holy nation suddenly replaced the commander of its national sacred weapon, or some commander of spiritual weapons sacrificed blood for several nations to force the sacred weapons to advance, and now that he is full of confidence, he wants to show off his power in our Sun and Moon Empire?

Although I don’t know what the other party did.

But he was able to defeat the Tianchui Martial Lord, who was in the late stage of Martial Lord, with one move, and even his spiritual weapon clone was blown up as well. The opponent was definitely a genuine Martial Saint, and he must have mastered the existence of the holy weapon.

Inside the palaces and temples, several powerful men with strong auras stared at each other, with strong dissatisfaction revealed in their eyes.

An old martial saint snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves suddenly, and suddenly appeared in the sky.

The long sword pointed into the distance, and the astonishingly sharp sword intent pierced through the heaven and earth, like a giant sword transformed from the scorching sun piercing into the ground from the sky, causing the temperature of the earth to suddenly rise a lot.

The originally refreshing weather suddenly became unbearably hot.

"You are such a bold lunatic! You dare to kill people in my imperial city! You shall be executed!"

A powerful energy and blood force burst out from the old Martial Saint's body, his hair and beard stood on end, and the surging feeling was no less than that of a young warrior.

"I am Luo Qingyun, the Great Sun Sword Saint. I have been practicing swordsmanship for four hundred years. I never kill an unknown person with my sword. Who are you? Tell me your names immediately!"

[Luo Qingyun (First Level of Ascension)]: 2400 0000/2400 0000

[Cultivation]: Martial Saint/Saint Soldier Clone·Pseudo-Commander of Arms

[Current Status]: Killing Intent, Rage, Full of Qi and Blood, Great Sun Sword Intent, Divine Weapon Protection, Weak Luck Protection

[Analysis]: The second priest of the Sun-Moon Empire's Priest Hall, recognized by the Holy Sword of the Sun and Moon, and controlled the clone of the Holy Sword, becoming a pseudo-army commander, gaining some power of the Holy Sword and the protection of the Empire's luck. He specializes in swordsmanship and has mastered the power of the Sun to perfection. Now he is very angry about your appearance.

"oh?"

Lu Wenwu showed some interest, and the smile on his face became more intense.

"Although you are old, your swordsmanship is still sharp. It seems that even though your physical functions have begun to decline, you still want to dance."

"boom!"

Another muffled sound made Luo Yunfei feel his heart tighten and his spirit began to tense involuntarily.

Lu Wenwu took another step forward, and golden-red dragon scale patterns faintly appeared on his body.

A dark crack appeared in the sky, like a giant beast baring its ferocious fangs.

With every step he took, the aura emanating from his body grew stronger, and spider-web-like cracks appeared in the air that spread in all directions.

The entire city defense formation began to shake in an instant, groaning as it could not bear the heavy weight.

"Not good! Increase the power of the formation, replenish blood and food, and turn it to maximum!" A martial arts master shouted loudly, suppressing the strong palpitations.

Those warriors who were almost frightened silly finally reacted. They didn't even care about the blood and flesh grinding. They simply killed a large number of slaves at once and smashed them on the city wall with one punch.

Even some civilians and soldiers who were watching the excitement nearby suffered.

The warriors, who were blood-thirsty, didn't care who was next to them. They grabbed ordinary people and killed them directly, smearing their flesh and blood on the city walls and using their flesh and blood to make bricks one after another.

The originally black iron-colored city wall seemed to have suddenly come to life, and intricate blood-colored lines began to appear on it.

These lines kept wriggling, attaching strands of dark red to the city walls and connecting with the earth veins.

The mountain-like aura was majestic and powerful, and the blood-colored protective shield had turned translucent bright red, no longer as vague as before.

"boom!"

Lu Wenwu turned a deaf ear to it.

He said nothing and did nothing, he just walked forward.

With just three steps, his aura had reached its peak, and his demon-like pressure bloomed unreservedly. The weird black flames swayed and burned on his body, dyeing his body black.

He himself had already arrived at a position less than ten meters in front of Luo Yunfei.

It was like crossing layers of space, and also like shrinking the earth into an inch as described in ancient books.

The bones of Luo Yunfei's fingers as he gripped the Sun and Moon Divine Sword's clone turned white, and he couldn't help swallowing some saliva with an indifferent look on his face.

Such amazing pressure.

Such powerful and terrifying energy and blood!

I'm afraid it's a martial god that has never appeared on this continent!

The thirteenth Martial God? !

"The will of martial arts is lost, and he has become a running dog of the gods"

Lu Wenwu's voice was not loud, and it even had a slow and elegant tone.

But the sound was like a tsunami, carrying with it a strong wind that crushed through the city defense formation and went straight into the dark and deep palace, finally causing the figure sitting on the dragon throne to open his eyes.

The other four Martial Saints, who had shown some disdain before, showed horror on their faces that they could not hide at all. The sound alone was enough to make them feel their souls tremble.

In just a moment, the four of them moved at the same time and appeared beside Luo Yunfei.

The five Martial Saints simultaneously burst out with astonishing qi and blood, expanding their own momentum to the extreme. The five clones of the Sun and Moon Divine Swords were connected as one, linking the five people into a whole, trying to resist this terrifying qi and blood pressure.

God of War!

He is definitely a martial god-level existence!

No one can be your opponent if you fight alone.

Just when the five priests thought that their joint efforts were effective, a muffled sound suddenly occurred.

“Boom!”

It sounded like the beating of war drums or the explosion of thunder.

The five Martial Saints felt their hearts tighten at the same time, and an invisible pressure enveloped them at the same time.

It was as if a hand was tightly grasping their hearts. Breathing became difficult and the circulation of qi and blood became extremely sluggish, almost as if their meridians were naturally blocked and difficult to move.

The ancient city suddenly fell silent at the sudden thunder.

It was eerily quiet, like a dead city.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

With every explosion, the invisible pressure became stronger, and the entire Sun and Moon Imperial City trembled for a moment.

The water level of the wide moat dropped suddenly, the towering buildings collapsed without warning, and the walls that would have made the cavalry of other countries sigh were covered with tiny cracks.

Even the giant sculpture of the Sun and Moon Sword, a symbol of supreme imperial power, shattered and collapsed under the desperate gaze of countless people, turning into rubble on the ground.

Every warrior above the Xiantian realm turned pale as if they had suffered a serious illness, and collapsed to the ground, holding their chests tightly.

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Veins bulged on the forehead and neck, and the circulation of qi and blood was forced to speed up.

With each sound, the circulation of Qi and blood is forced to increase several times. The blood vessels on the surface of the body have already bulged high above the skin, constantly twisting and wriggling.

Among them, the five priests closest to Lu Wenwu are the most important.

Although their cultivation is the strongest, they also bear the most of this strange power.

The circulation of Qi and blood speeds up, which is a good thing on a daily basis.

But all good things should be avoided in moderation.

The powerful blood and energy of a Martial Saint is running at a speed beyond the limit, just like an overloaded and speeding garbage king speeding on the highway, already on the brink of death.

Even if I want to stop now, it's already very difficult.

Luo Qingyun, who is known as the Great Sun Sword Saint, seemed to have suddenly discovered something.

His expression was as if he had seen a ghost. The muscles on his red face were constantly twisted, and his eyes were bloodshot and almost popped out of their sockets.

"This is... a heartbeat! How could this be a heartbeat?!"

"What?"

"Heartbeat?"

"Second brother, are you kidding me?"

"Who the hell are you? This is not a power that any martial god can possess!"

The five priests had different reactions, but their expressions of horror were the same.

To suppress all warriors in a hegemonic country's capital with a heartbeat, even including five Martial Saints and a dozen Martial Lords, is simply a fantasy!

This is something completely beyond their understanding!

Lu Wenwu did not answer their question.

Just like the martial master known as the Sky Hammer before, he simply treated them as air and continued speaking the second half of the sentence he had not finished before.

".Your behavior is unworthy of being a warrior!"

Lu Wenwu spoke each word with emphasis, each one louder than the last.

When the last word was spoken, it was like the sound of a huge bell, striking heavily in the hearts of every warrior.

“Boom!”

The catalysis brought by the heartbeat also exploded to the extreme at this moment, and the previously accumulated repression was completely detonated at this moment.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Explosions were heard one after another at the same time, and a pool of blood seemed to appear on the ground.

The image of the entire city was distorted in the thick and sticky blood mist. The tens-meter-high ancient city walls collapsed along with the formation that was made of the flesh and blood of countless people.

The innate strong man wearing armor had huge wounds on his chest, dantian and iron armor plates, and his gray pupils reflected the collapsed city walls.

The blood core that condensed the life's blood of a martial arts master exploded with a loud bang, and the limbs burst like ripe berries, shattering the divine weapon clones that had already been controlled, and the flying metal and bone fragments sank into the half of the stone lion behind.

The clear moat was dyed blood red.

The broken limbs and undigested flesh and blood all sank into it and became part of the city defense along with the civilians whose names were lost for no reason.

With just one strike, all the Xiantian and Wu Zun in the city were killed, and 70 to 80 percent of the warriors in the lower three realms were killed or injured.

Only mortals were not affected at all.

Above the sky, five priests with the level of Martial Saints were also covered in blood, with huge wounds on their chests and abdomens.

Drops of blood like gemstones dripped from midair, reflecting a half-casing hanging among the rubble - it was the casing that broke out after a martial arts master's body exploded, with the lower half of his body still attached.

As the flesh and blood squirmed, a bony old hand tore the intestines apart and dug fiercely in the rubble, ignoring the bloody flesh and the still warm corpse.

"Mine, this is mine!"

A dark-skinned old man who looked to be over fifty years old had greed and excitement in his eyes, and the blood and energy power of the peak level of forging meridians burst out from his body. He suddenly picked up the piece of metal hidden underneath.

It was a large section of a war spear with a gun head, a broken pseudo-spiritual weapon!

The old man laughed loudly and stabbed the spear tip into the broken half of Wu Zun's body. The spear, which had already been broken into half, was wriggling and repairing itself at an astonishing speed, growing back the missing part.

"Haha! The divine weapon recognized me! I knew I was a person with great luck, I want to achieve the innate."

“Puff.”

The old man's voice stopped abruptly, and he lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the half sword tip sticking out of his chest.

The qi and blood in the body flow out quickly as if they had an outlet.

As soon as he tilted his head, all life energy disappeared.

Behind him, the young Vein-Forging Warrior who stabbed the old man to death sneered, held the repaired spear with disdain, and kicked the old man's body away.

Afterwards, his own aura rose layer by layer, and in the blink of an eye he was elevated to the innate realm.

Feeling the power filling his body, the young warrior couldn't hold back any longer and let out a few equally excited laughs.

Soon, he stopped, licked his lips, cautiously prepared for battle, and looked around.

At the same time, he did not forget to stab the spear into the old man's body, devouring his blood.

Looking at the crowd that was in panic, and the confused surviving warriors mixed in the crowd, the young man who had already entered the innate realm sneered again, with greed in his eyes.

Mine, all mine!

It seemed that in his eyes, there were no longer warriors or mortals, let alone the human race.

All that was left in his eyes were walking blood sacrifices one after another.