Immortal Martial Venerable

Latest website: It is no exaggeration to say that a single blow from the Holy Realm was earth-shattering.

The Mingyang Saint casually slapped the Lord of Black God Ridge below with his palm, and the power of the Holy Realm exploded, with a majestic Dao Yun, which directly broke through the fierce sword of the Lord of Black God Ridge.

There is no suspense. After all, the Saint of Mingyang is a veteran of the holy realm, and his time to attain enlightenment is much longer than that of the Lord of Black God Ridge.

In the eyes of the Mingyang Saint, the Lord of Black God Ridge is just a small new saint. At best, he is a little more powerful than an ant, and he can kill him easily.

Saint Mingyang also knows how to show off, and he has maintained his masterly demeanor until now. With a casual blow, he directly knocked the Lord of Black God Ridge into the ground.

There was a loud sound on the ground.

And he stood in the void, with his left hand behind his back, raising his head and looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. The clouds were calm and the wind was gentle, and he vividly displayed the image of a peerless master.

"The holy realm cannot be insulted!"

Saint Mingyang said proudly.

"Lord..."

When the twelve bandits who retreated to the side saw this scene, they were almost scared to death. This Mingyang Saint was too strong, and they were dead this time.

"Expert... there is still an expert here..."

The big bandits like Ku Mei looked at the expert on the back of the one-horned fire tiger.

Slight snoring sounded, and the master was actually sleeping.

The Twelve Bandits were dumbfounded.

An expert is an expert. He can still sleep at this time.

Everyone present placed their hopes on Gu Fei, but what no one expected was that Gu Fei fell asleep, which made everyone confused.

"Master..."

Wang Zhan was completely stunned. His master was really weird.

"We don't understand the world of masters!"

Fatty and others were petrified.

"Um?"

In the sky, Saint Mingyang stared at a young man in black on the one-horned fire tiger below. A cold light flashed in his eyes. This man dared to despise himself like this. Damn him.

At this time, Saint Mingyang seemed to have transformed into the supreme master, and the life and death of everyone here depended on his thoughts.

This feeling of being in control of everything and killing decisively gave him a sense of accomplishment.

In fact, he was really floating, and he was floating so powerfully that he had forgotten that he was once one of the weak people in front of him.

Saint Mingyang, who has forgotten his original intention, has unknowingly become like the people he hated so much before he became enlightened.

"It's so pitiful that a little ant dares to despise the giant dragon in the sky!"

Sage Mingyang sighed and shook his head, then waved his hand again.

A red light blade immediately appeared in front of him, and then slashed directly at Gu Fei below.

The blazing breath spread out. This was the flaming blade of Saint Mingyang. Although it was a casual strike, the light of the sword seemed to split the void and struck the sky above Gu Fei's head in an instant.

At this time, Gu Fei was still snoring, and even the one-horned fire tiger carrying him directly raised his head and gave the Ming Yang Saint in the sky a blank look.

In the eyes of the One-Horned Fire Tiger, that guy in the sky is probably not a fool, he doesn't even have any eyesight.

You know, everyone knelt in front of Shengwei. Only the one-horned fire tiger and Gu Fei, who was sitting on the flame throne on the back of the fire tiger, did not kneel.

This already explains the problem.

The Mingyang Saint actually ignored this point and really thought that Gu Fei, who was qualified to ride the one-horned fire tiger, was a god-level monk. Is a true god-level monk qualified to ride the best mount in the team?

Everyone is watching Ming Yang Sage take action.

"How dare you attack an expert..."

"Is this guy so anxious to die?!"

Above in the sky, Meng He, the elder of the Tianwu Holy Land, and the three descendants of the Wanshen Sect were dumbfounded when they saw this scene. The Mingyang Sage was really a bull.

However, the more awesome a person is in front of superiors, the more miserably he will be abused.

Everyone on Dongyue Xueer's side pinned their hopes on Gu Fei, and they were all extremely nervous. If Gu Fei couldn't stop this Ming Yang Saint, then they and the others would have to receive lunch.

In front of a saintly figure like Ming Yang Saint, if the boss wants to give you a lunch box, how dare you not accept it? You have to take it even if you don’t want it!

What makes people dumbfounded is that when Saint Mingyang took action, Gu Fei was still sleeping.

The moment they saw the blade falling from the sky and about to hit Gu Fei, everyone was so nervous that their hearts almost jumped out of their chests.

However, the next moment, everyone was dumbfounded, because the extremely sharp light blade disappeared in an instant less than a foot away from Gu Fei.

Disappeared suddenly, extremely abruptly.

The sword light struck by Saint Mingyang seemed as if it had never appeared before.

"this……"

The fat man hiding behind Gu Fei and the One-Horned Fire Tiger rubbed his eyes vigorously.

The Twelve Bandits, Dongyue Xue'er, Wang Zhan and others were so shocked that their mouths opened wide. It was unbelievable and unimaginable. This was simply a miracle!

You know, Saint Mingyang is a veteran saint, with great power in every move and every move he makes. Even a giant mountain can be reduced to dust with a casual blow.

However, his attack was actually neutralized.

"Dare you pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger in front of me?"

"Send your name quickly."

Saint Mingyang was angry and stared at the young man in black on the throne transformed by the power of flames.

Gu Fei didn't react at all.

"That's unreasonable!"

Saint Mingyang was immediately furious, this guy dared to underestimate himself so much.

Gu Fei's disregard completely angered Saint Mingyang.

"boom!"

A ball of divine light that resembled the divine Yang emerged from his hand.

He didn't hesitate and directly threw the ball of divine light in his hand towards Gu Fei below.

"Rumble..."

That ball of divine light immediately turned into a huge ball of fire, as terrifying as a real divine sun falling from the sky. The power of the fire was so powerful that the surrounding void was burned. Distorted.

This strike was earth-shattering, and it was countless times more powerful than the previous strike that knocked the Lord of Black God Ridge into the ground.

Saint Mingyang was really angry.

If the fireball falling from the sky really explodes, everyone present will be burned to ashes in an instant, and the entire mountain will be enveloped in divine fire.

When the holy realm is angry, all life will be in ruins!

This is also the reason why the big guys in the Holy Realm seldom do anything to each other, because their destructive power is too strong.

Everyone felt an astonishing heat wave coming, as if the blood in their bodies was ignited.

Everyone nearby rubbed oil on their soles and ran away.

A war of this magnitude would affect a large area.

Dongyue Xueer's soldiers had already hid in the nearby mountains.

Only people above the Heaven Realm dare to watch the battle nearby.

Because they know that no one can escape in front of an established holy realm like Mingyang Saint.

Then, everyone watching the battle was stunned by the scene in front of them.

The fireball that fell from the sky like a divine sun actually disappeared in the void about a foot away from Gu Fei, disappearing silently.

Such a powerful and shocking blow was actually defused again.

What made Saint Mingyang's scalp numb was that he didn't see how the other party counteracted his fierce attack. To be precise, he didn't know who was making the move.

This frightened Saint Mingyang.

"Is that senior joking with me?"

Saint Mingyang's voice was trembling as he spoke, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.