The Strongest Mythical Emperor

The dust was flying and the grassland was still shaking, which showed how terrifying Xingtian's power was.

The disciples of the Sword Court looked nervously at the place where the dust was swirling. Xing Tian's ax just now split the grassland directly, and a bottomless canyon appeared. Looking around, it was impossible to see the two ends.

Xing Tian has good control over his power, otherwise several areas in the surrounding area will face disaster.

Qi, the level of this ax is not low. Coupled with Xingtian's power, it is absolutely easy to sink a domain.

Even Qin Jun, who was on the somersault cloud in the distance, could feel the energy, as if his physical body would be exploded by the energy.

"Fortunately Xingtian was not exiled."

Qin Jun was relieved to think that such a strong man must be in his hands.

He asked Patriarch Bodhi next to him: "Is the sword master dead?"

Judging from Xingtian's posture just now, it is estimated that the sword master has turned into meat...

After a long time, the dust dispersed, and Xing Tian's figure was revealed. He was tall and straight, with Qi's ax on his shoulders. There was a huge canyon at his feet, and in front of him, the sword master was unscathed and still standing, except for his body. Vaguely trembling.

Looking closer, the sword master's face was covered in cold sweat and his eyes were bloodshot. He was obviously still in shock from the ax just now.

Facing Qi Hu, he really thought he was dead.

He hadn't been this close to death in a long time.

"This power..."

The sword master trembled as he thought that he had never felt such terror before, even more powerful than Emperor Tianming.

He was so frightened that he could not maintain his usual calm temperament. His fighting spirit had dissipated and he could not get over the fear just now.

Xing Tian looked down at him, raised the corners of his mouth uninhibitedly, and said with a smile: "If His Majesty hadn't taken a fancy to you, you would have been dead."

The sword master didn't answer and still hadn't come to his senses.

Xing Tian smiled disdainfully, turned around and flew towards Qin Jun.

Just two axes frightened the sword master's courage. This is Xing Tian, ​​the mythical god of war!

"Your Majesty, I did not kill him."

Xing Tian took back Qian Qi and smiled at Qin Jun. This was his first shot after returning to his peak. Although it was only two axes, he was still very satisfied.

Yang Jian and Our Lady of Golden Light both looked at him with confusion, while Sun Wukong was full of fighting spirit, wishing he could fight Xing Tian immediately.

Patriarch Bodhi stroked his beard and smiled, but he didn't have much reaction, because this was what he expected.

Xing Tian must be so powerful!

Qin Jun nodded, looked at the sword master, and chuckled: "Let's go, continue on the road!"

After speaking, he ordered Yang Jian: "Bring Ye Emperor with you!"

Next, he had to educate Ye Di and let him understand that there was a heavy price to pay for resorting to tricks.

Yang Jian nodded and immediately rushed towards Ye Di.

Soon, the group of people flew into the sky through the clouds, leaving behind a deserted grassland. The sword master still stood blankly at the edge of the canyon, and the disciples of the Sword Court hurriedly swarmed over.

Hua Yijian looked ugly, and King Qilang was also shivering on the spot, his whole body covered with cold.

He couldn't believe what he just saw.

Xing Tian's strength shocked them, and their fear overwhelmed them, even though Xing Tian had left.

"It turns out I am so vulnerable..."

The sword master murmured, surrounded by the disciples of the Sword Court.

At that moment, his sword heart was broken.

He has always been fearless and wanted to challenge all the strong men in the world, but Xing Tian's strength made him question his own sword heart.

The master of swordsmanship is nothing but a joke at this moment.

…

On the somersault cloud that had flown dozens of miles away, Sun Wukong asked curiously: "Do the Sword Master and Qi Lang King still dare to participate in the meeting of the Hundred Heroes?"

When he thought of the expressions of the sword master and others at that time, Sun Wukong wanted to laugh.

I wish I could pretend like Xing Tian.

"Why don't you dare? The worst thing you can do is lower your posture if you see me." Qin Jun shrugged and smiled.

After this battle, even the sword master will become one of the Nine Emperors in the future, but his status will be lower in front of Lord Qin.

As for King Qi Lang, he was not taken seriously by Qin Jun at all.

"The so-called Nine Emperors are easy for Your Majesty."

Yang Jian said seriously that the only person who poses a threat to Qin Jun is Emperor Tianming.

Emperor Jiuyou Yin has been defeated by Emperor Yan. He is one of the few people who knows the identity of Emperor Yan, so he has no doubt about the Nine Emperors in the world.

Now he only looks forward to what kind of earth-shattering performance Qin Jun will perform.

"Low-key and low-key, it's all thanks to you that I can be so majestic." Qin Jun waved his hand and said with a smile, satisfying the vanity of Xing Tian and others with just one sentence.

"Hmph, Your Majesty, I will definitely help you defeat all the heroes in this gathering of hundreds of heroes!" Sun Wukong said with a smile. This guy seems to have nothing else in his mind except fighting.

Qin Jun shook his head and laughed. He was still very lucky to have brought Sun Wukong with him. With Sun Wukong here, he had no excuse to suppress other heroes.

Just say that he can't control Sun Wukong!

Wonderful, wonderful.

"Aside from Emperor Tianming, Donghuang Taiyi is the one who needs to be careful most." Qin Jun squinted his eyes and smiled.

Donghuang Taiyi!

As soon as this name came out, the expressions of Xing Tian, ​​Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and the Holy Mother of Golden Light suddenly changed.

Patriarch Bodhi's brows also frowned, while Ye Di, covered in blood, lay behind, suffering.

"The demon emperor of the ancient heaven." Patriarch Bodhi murmured to himself.

Xingtian's face was even more twisted. The reason why the witch clan declined was because he, Donghuang Taiyi and Dijun blew themselves up and died together with the twelve ancestral witches.

Without the ancestral witch, the witch clan was massacred and finally came to an end.

So when he heard about Donghuang Taiyi, Xingtian couldn't help but feel angry.

Even though he has memories of many lives, the first one is the most affected.

The atmosphere became a little heavy. When it came to Donghuang Taiyi, even as powerful as Patriarch Bodhi, he no longer showed a smile.

"It seems that Donghuang Taiyi is really the biggest variable."

Qin Jun thought in his heart that he could only pray that Donghuang Taiyi was not at the peak of his cultivation. In this case, Xingtian and Patriarch Bodhi could join forces to fight against Donghuang Taiyi.

His eyes couldn't help but fall on Patriarch Bodhi.

How powerful Patriarch Bodhi is is a mystery, no one knows his depth.

…

The green hills are rolling, and the towering pavilions are located in the mountains and forests. This is the center of power of the Dusk Palace.

On a giant peak that towers into the clouds, there is a brass tower. This is the place where the Twilight Palace discusses important matters. At this moment, in the main hall on the first floor of the tower, dozens of Twilight Palace elders and protectors gathered together.

"What? Emperor Qin is here? The sword master is here too?"

A middle-aged man sitting in the front seat asked in shock. He was a man in blue robes, with thick eyebrows and big eyes. His skin was somewhat dark, and his shocked expression was enough to scare a five-year-old child to tears.

He is the master of the Twilight Hall, Nalanxi.

The existence of Daluo in the early stage of fairyland.

The elder guardians below also became commotion. Qin Sheng Emperor and the Sword Master were the existences they looked up to. It was not good for the two transcendent heroes to appear in the Dusk Palace.

"Yes...it is said that the sword master was defeated by Xing Tian under Emperor Qin Sheng..." The disciple who reported the news knelt on the ground and trembled. It was obvious that the shock in his heart had not calmed down.

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