I seized the Demon Emperor

Su Ye's face showed an eager expression that was rare.

There seemed to be a flash of black and purple lightning in his eyes.

This look had only appeared before when he faced the previous abbot of Qingliang Temple, Master Mingjue, "Bing Maha".

His brother Su Wei, as well as Zhang Tianheng, King Kong and others were not surprised.

The majestic sword light that confronted the pitch-black Buddha in the mountains was indeed extraordinary and impressive.

You don't need to look at the person, just look at the sword intent, and the identity is clear at a glance.

Zhongtian Zhengjian.

The leader of the five heroes of Jian Pavilion, the founding disciple of the Sword Emperor, Si Huaifei.

Among the masters under the age of 30 in the righteous path of Zhongtu Shenzhou, he is basically the first one.

Along the way, he has been steady and not arrogant.

Even the intelligence systems of the Demon Sect and the alien races basically recognize that this man is expected to impact the realm of the Martial Emperor before the age of 30.

From the King of Martial Arts to the Emperor of Martial Arts, from the twelfth realm to the thirteenth realm, many masters have been stuck for a lifetime throughout the ages.

There are countless amazing talents who became famous and successful at a young age, but ultimately lost hope of becoming the Emperor of Martial Arts.

For Si Huaifei, that threshold seems to be within reach, and it is not much different from the levels he has crossed before. As long as he moves forward steadily, success will come naturally.

The most eye-catching thing about him is that he has accumulated a lot of experience and made it look easy, and his momentum is getting stronger and stronger.

Ten years ago, five years ago, there were many people of the same age who were better than him, but now they can hardly compare with him.

Zhang Tianheng thought about the fact that when he talked about the Five Heroes of the Sword Pavilion, he gave a low evaluation to the four people other than the Invisible Sword Xiang Ping, and the leader had commented that it was biased.

Now thinking about it, the reason lies in the Righteous Sword Si Huaifei in front of him.

The leader still has a keen eye, and what he, Zhang Tianheng, said that day was a bit frivolous and reckless.

However, the fact that Si Huaifei was able to walk steadily and gloriously along the way was not without Xiang Ping's secret efforts.

Thinking of this, Zhang Tianheng glanced at Su Ye from the corner of his eye.

If it weren't for the indulgence of the two generations of leaders of the Divine Religion, and the care of his brother who was always worried about him, this young master would not have been here today, and it's hard to say whether he could live to adulthood...

And now, the five heroes of the Sword Pavilion have withered at the hands of their own leader, and only Si Huaifei is left to support the front alone.

After taking a few glances, Zhang Tianheng nodded secretly.

The war of the Southern Expedition Demon Coalition was not going well, with ups and downs, and his junior brothers died or scattered.

The sword momentum of Si Huaifei in front of him was still stable.

His sword intent was indeed like the last pillar in the torrent, unmoved and unyielding.

The dark Buddha in the air stretched out his palm, and the world seemed to be hanging upside down.

The demon sect members were not the targets of the attack, but were just watching the attack. Their minds were shaken, and their sensory perception of the world was vaguely upside down.

The upside-down bodhi in the Tathagata's magic palm was really full of fire, and it had already shown the appearance of perfection.

The Buddha's palm directly grabbed the mountain-like sword light.

It was as if he was grabbing a sharp blade with his bare hands.

Then, he tried to pull up the mountain transformed by the sword light.

But the "mountain" just shook slightly, and was not moved by this magic palm that turned the world upside down.

Instead, the light on the "mountain" was shining brightly, and the sword light, which was not sharp but absolutely hard, expanded in all directions.

It was as if the "mountain" suddenly became larger as a whole.

It forcibly stretched open the giant hand of the dark Buddha that picked stars and took the moon.

The dark Buddha could no longer hold the "mountain".

Instead, the huge Buddha's palm was hit by the sword light and felt faintly fragmented.

The sword light stood firm in the face of the attack of the Tathagata's palm, but after repelling the Buddha's palm, it did not pursue, but took the initiative to retreat.

Although it was retreating, the position was stable, without any flaws, and did not give the enemy a chance to take advantage.

At the same time, two clouds, one white and one black, gathered together, faintly forming a Tai Chi pattern.

It was Liu Yunzi, the current head of Taiyi Dao Sect, who was supporting Si Huaifei on the side.

They also noticed the six-dragon imperial chariot flying from afar.

On the imperial chariot, Lao Shou whispered: "Master, there is no trace of the Sword Emperor. I don't know if he is hiding on the side or went to the Great Leader and Emperor Xia."

"It doesn't matter where he is." Chen Luoyang leaned back, looking nonchalant, and said to Su Ye: "Go if you want to practice."

Su Ye cheered and disappeared from the hall in an instant.

Then, in front of the mountain transformed by the sword light, a black and purple ferocious ghost dragon suddenly appeared and hit it heavily!

The "mountain" shook violently as never before.

However, it was not penetrated or collapsed, and it still stood firmly.

Si Huaifei did not counterattack violently, but calmly stabilized his position and retreated.

Behind the "mountain", a group of Taiyi Dao Sect disciples hurriedly moved their positions.

Liu Yunzi stepped forward to help Si Huaifei and delay Su Ye's step-by-step approach.

After the black and purple ghost dragon appeared, the black Buddha stopped attacking.

The dark airflow dissipated, revealing a haggard old man in black.

The old man looked at the black and purple ghost dragon coldly, then looked back at the six-dragon imperial chariot flying from the horizon and gradually approaching.

He stood in silence for a moment, then rose up and boarded the imperial chariot.

"I have met the leader." The old man in black bowed slightly.

Chen Luoyang looked at the other party calmly.

This time, he could match the person with the name without the other party introducing himself.

Not to mention that he had already heard the report from the Fifth Elder Tan Yunsheng about who Zhengjian Si Huaifei's opponent was, it was clear at a glance just by looking at the old man in black's previous move.

In the Demon Sect, apart from the two martial emperors, the leader and the chief, there is only one person who can practice the Tathagata Devil Palm to such a level.

The second elder of the Elders' Pavilion, "Demon Amitabha" Yan Zhao.

He took office as the chief of the Suzaku Hall of the Demon Sect, and he knew all the thirty-six secrets of the sect and mastered them all.

After that, he only studied the Tathagata Devil Palm, and ignored all other unique skills and secrets.

In terms of the attainment of the Tathagata Devil Palm, this world-class unique skill, he is perfect.

To be honest, if the leader and the chief are put in the same realm as him, their attainments in the Tathagata Devil Palm alone are probably not as profound as his.

The descendants of the demon monks outside the sect are even more inferior to Yan Zhao.

"Ghost Dragon" Su Ye, "Demon Fairy" Chen Chuhua, "East God" Wang Fei, "Demon Amitabha" Yan Zhao, and "Phantom Demon" Wang Mofeng are the five martial kings of the Demon Sect, forming the second echelon under the one emperor and two emperors of the Demon Sect. However, they usually belong to the two factions of elders and young men, and have deep conflicts.

According to the current situation of Chen Luoyang, Chen Chuhua is away all year round, Wang Mofeng is used to slacking off, and Su Ye is not in tune, so these three people are fine.

Yan Zhao and Wang Fei, the old and the young, are tit-for-tat.

One is young and frivolous, arrogant, especially can't stand the old people in the sect.

The other is the core of the elders and the most staunch supporter of the big leader.

The two people's quarrels have become a daily program in the sect, with a small quarrel every three days and a big quarrel every five days.

Chen Luoyang didn't care about these things.

He looked at Yan Zhao and asked calmly: "Where is Wang Jian?"