The Most Powerful Emperor System in History

"Haha, Lu Feng, your sword qi can't do anything to my dharma!"

Chu Yiheng was overjoyed and at the same time he was completely relieved.

Fortunately, his martial arts can smash Lu Feng's sword qi to pieces, otherwise he would be really unlucky in this sword qi space.

Now, as long as he maintains the dharma form and keeps smashing these sword qi, he will surely be able to wait for Chu Zhenlong to smash the dharma seal outside.

By then you'll be fine.

Then……

With a sneer, at that time, he will let Lu Feng know that the most frightening thing in the world is not death, but life is better than death!

"Oh, really?"

Looking at Chu Yiheng who was overjoyed, Lu Feng just smiled lightly, and then he controlled all the sword qi in the sword qi space and said, "Sword qi storm!"

"boom!"

There was a loud noise in the space, all the sword qi spun up violently, and a terrifying sword qi storm was formed in the blink of an eye.

Under the control of Lu Feng, the sword qi storm quickly covered Chu Yiheng!

Chu Yiheng looked at this sword qi storm, his heart jumped, and he had a bad premonition, but after thinking about it, he has already used martial arts magic, can't he still stop this sword qi?

You know, Lu Feng has not used martial arts yet.

Chu Yiheng didn't believe that Lu Feng could kill himself without using martial arts.

"Crack!"

However, soon his face changed drastically.

After the sword qi storm came into contact with his own martial arts form, there was a cracking sound from his form.

"what?"

Chu Yiheng was shocked and looked at his own Dharma in disbelief.

"boom!"

Under his shocked gaze, Fa Xiang was directly blown to pieces under the attack of the sword qi storm.

"puff!"

Chu Yiheng vomited blood, and his breath was instantly wilted.

The Dharma was broken, and he himself was seriously injured again.

But the attack of the sword qi storm has not stopped.

Although it smashed Chu Yiheng's martial arts, the power of the sword qi storm did not decrease in the slightest, and began to attack Chu Yiheng's body.

"Ding ding ding."

The constant sound of gold and iron intersecting came, and the high-level defensive armor that Chu Yiheng was wearing helped him block a lot of attacks.

But this is only temporary.

"Crack."

Soon, the defensive armor also cracked under the attack of the sword qi storm.

"Do not!"

Chu Yiheng's face was full of horror, and he said, "Lu Feng, we can talk, we can have a good talk."

"If you want me to make my Cangchu Dynasty retreat, I will also make them retreat. Even if you make me a slave, I am willing."

"As long as you don't kill me, I'll do anything!"

"Anything!"

"Don't kill me, please, don't kill me!"

When death came, Chu Yiheng was frightened, frightened, and begged for mercy.

The longer you live, the less you want to die.

Chu Yiheng has lived for thousands of years, and he still wants to continue to live, he wants to enjoy the glory and wealth of the world, and he wants to continue to stand on a high place and be looked up to by others.

He doesn't want to die!

However, the sword qi storm controlled by Lu Feng did not stop because of his begging for mercy.

In Lu Feng's eyes, the enemy, only the dead are the best.

"Do not!"

Chu Yiheng was even more frightened when he saw that the sword qi storm did not stop, but he couldn't say what he said later, and the sword qi storm directly shrouded his body.

Puff puff!

Soon, the sound of sharp blades penetrating into the flesh came from within the sword qi storm.

After more than ten seconds, Lu Feng waved his hand, and the sword qi storm disappeared.

Chu Yiheng was still standing there, looking at his body still intact, as if he had not been hurt.

However, Lu Feng looked and shook his head, and with a light touch of his finger, Chu Yiheng's body was completely shattered, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into nothingness.

No bones left!

"Ding, congratulations to the host for killing Chu Yiheng, the third-level Heavenly Martial Artist, and gaining 3 billion experience points!"

At the same time, the system prompt sound appeared in Lu Feng's mind.

"This Chu Yiheng's strength is not good!" Lu Feng shook his head for a while.

Lu Feng remembered that the last time he killed Gongyang Yiwen, he gained 3.3 billion experience points, but he only got 3 billion points for killing Chu Yiheng.

300 million difference!

The strength of Gongyang Yiwen has not yet reached the peak of the Holy Venerable Third Heaven.

"boom!"

At this time, the French seal was attacked.

With a wave of Lu Feng's hand, the seal disappeared, and his body appeared in the original space.

"Lu Feng!"

When Chu Zhenlong saw Lu Feng again, he didn't see Chu Yiheng, so he immediately shouted, "Lu Feng, where is Chu Yiheng?"

"Dead, are you going to see him?" Lu Feng replied.

"This is impossible!"

Chu Zhenlong's expression changed greatly, and he shouted: "With your strength, it is impossible to kill him at all. Don't try to lie to me!"

It's just that he doesn't believe it himself.

If Chu Yiheng really didn't die, then he would definitely come out.

Now there is no Chu Yiheng's breath in this space, there is only one explanation, Chu Yiheng is really... dead!

This conclusion made Chu Zhenlong even more shocked. You must know that Chu Yiheng is a martial artist at the peak of the Holy Reverence's third-level heaven!

The powerhouse of this realm was actually killed by Lu Feng now, how could he accept this?

"Believe it or not, if you die or not, then you have to go to hell and ask the King of Hell."

When the sound fell, Lu Feng raised his hands suddenly, and Ruoshuihe flew up under his control.

"hold head high!"

The Jiaolong came out of the water and condensed and formed behind Lu Feng.

"Martial Arts!"

When Chu Zhenlong saw it, his expression changed, but he quickly sneered: "Lu Feng, your dharma is just a dragon, this deity will let you see what a real dragon's dharma is!"

"Congeal!"

"Roar!"

With a dragon roar, a flying real dragon condensed behind Chu Zhenlong.

Huge dragon power fills this space.

"The might of the emperor!"

Lu Feng let out a low voice, and the five-clawed golden dragon flew out from his forehead, and then turned around and merged into the pattern of the dragon behind him.

"Roar!"

Jiaolong let out a dragon roar, and his body changed rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, Jiaolong had completely turned into a five-clawed golden dragon.

A dragon's might that was stronger than the dharma behind Chu Zhenlong condensed.

The dragon power brought by the real dragon behind Chu Zhenlong was instantly shattered.

"puff!"

At the moment when Longwei was smashed, Chu Zhenlong vomited blood. He looked at the five-clawed golden dragon behind Lu Feng in disbelief, and exclaimed, "This is impossible!"

From ancient times to the present, the martial arts that the warriors condense are what they are in their lifetime, and it is impossible for them to change.

But at the moment, the Flood Dragon behind Lu Feng turned into a five-clawed golden dragon, and the dragon's might was stronger than the dharma that he had condensed from the Zhenlong Jue.

It's enough to prove that this is the real Dharma, not some kind of magic illusion.

But how is this possible? This is something that has never happened before in the Kyushu Continent!

But now, no matter how he doesn't want to believe it, he has to believe it, because the moment the five-clawed golden dragon dharma image appeared behind Lu Feng, he was already traumatized because the dharma image Longwei was broken.

He was injured before he could actually fight, which made Chu Zhenlong feel more depressed.

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