"What's the other half?"

Even the Nine-Eyed King was a little curious.

"Zhang Ruochen hasn't tried his best yet." Xia Wen said in his heart.

"How is it possible? Just an eight-step saint king, who has fought with the Emperor's son of the Martial Realm to this extent, and it is already shocking. How could it be retained?" said the long-faced emperor girl.

Xia Wenxin said, "In the Holy City of the East Region, I have seen Zhang Ruochen take action. There is a supreme holy weapon in his hand."

The monks on the White Bone Mountain were collectively silent.

If an eight-step saint king has the supreme holy weapon, even in a head-on confrontation, it can pose a certain threat to the powerful people in the Taoist realm.

What's more, the Eight-Step Holy King was Zhang Ruochen, the successor of time and space.

"With the power of space and time, Zhang Ruochen was almost invincible. If he added a supreme holy weapon, he could attack and defend with his advancement."

The Nine-Eye Heavenly King smiled and said, "This battle is becoming more and more interesting. Now it seems that Zhang Ruochen is indeed a big test for the Emperor's Son of the Martial Realm."

Emperor Yun said: "The cultivation of the Emperor's Son in the Martial Realm is much stronger than that of Zhang Ruochen, and he actually has the upper hand."

The monks present are not ordinary people who can cultivate to their current realm.

They know better than anyone else that the strongest cultivation is the real strength. Even if they can gain the upper hand with external objects and magic, they will eventually fall into the inferior.

The Emperor of the Martial Realm touched the blood marks on his cheek, his eyes became extremely sharp, and he couldn't help but glance at the direction where Baigu Mountain was, as if he had seen Emperor Yun and the Nine-Eyed King and others laughing at him and despising him. He was actually injured when he fought with an Eight-Step Holy King.

Zhang Ruochen noticed it and followed the eyes of the Emperor's Son of the Martial Realm and glanced at the white cloud in the distance.

"You are good at it, but, next, you won't have any chance."

The emperor's son of the martial arts world felt his face lost. He was really angry and roared in his mouth: "Essences and trees are all soldiers."

A golden mark appeared on his eyebrows, emitting a dazzling golden light as bright as the scorching sun. Wherever the golden light passed, everything on the ground turned into metal.

The rocks, plants, water flow, soil... are all like gold, and they fly off the ground, condensing into twelve golden giants.

The aura emitted by each golden giant is not inferior to that of the monks in the Taoist realm.

Even without the suppression of the Gate of Destiny, it would be difficult for Zhang Ruochen to defeat these twelve golden giants. What's more, the Gate of Destiny suppressed his strength four or five times.

"This person's combat power is not inferior to the Blood Bee Shura King who has the Blood Emperor Bee Swarm. He is a terrifying figure. Moreover, is there a more terrifying immortal blood clan master hidden in the secret?"

Zhang Ruochen used a large space movement and appeared dozens of miles away, rushing towards the direction of the ancient tribe of Zhenzhu.

"It's not that easy to escape."

"Turn stones into gold."

The Emperor's Son of the Martial Realm was a little further away. A mountain more than 1,000 meters high in front of Zhang Ruochen turned into a metal mountain, and flew up from the ground and rushed towards him.

This attack not only blocked Zhang Ruochen's way, but also forced him backwards.

Zhang Ruochen stepped on the metal mountain and quickly moved upwards, quickly reaching the top of the mountain. Then, he jumped and landed more than a hundred miles away, entering the area of ​​the medieval divine pattern.

Although those divine patterns are incomplete, their power is still extraordinary.

It is precisely because of these divine patterns that block the masters of the Immortal Vampire Clan from outside the ancient clan of Zhenzhu.

"I can't leave!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

...

Six golden figures fell from the sky and smashed six thick dust smoke on the ground in front of Zhang Ruochen.

When the dust and smoke dissipated, Zhang Ruochen saw the six golden giants, blocking all his retreats at a certain distance and direction.

Behind him, the Emperor's Son of the Martial Realm and six other golden giants walked slowly.

"The maximum distance you use to move space should not exceed 100 miles, right? As long as you continue to escape into the ancient clan of the prison, no matter how you use the move space, there will definitely be a golden warrior who will kill you in a blink of an eye. In a blink of an eye, you will not be able to perform the second move space."

"When you are fighting against that golden warrior, the attacks I and other golden warriors will definitely have fallen on you."

"So, even if you are the descendant of time and space, there is no way out today."

The door of fate was suspended behind the emperor's son in the martial arts world, with iron chains like steel dragons wrapped around his body, and dazzling golden light emitted from his eyebrows. Every step towards Zhang Ruochen was like a death knives ringing further.

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "Who told you that I am going to escape? Retreat to the edge of the divine pattern formation, but I just don't want your companions to disturb the battle between us. To be precise, I don't want someone to save you when I want to kill you."

The emperor's eyes shrank, and then he smiled again: "Scar me? Play psychological warfare? Unfortunately, when the gap in cultivation is so obvious, playing psychological warfare has no meaning at all. Next, I will end today's battle."

"Crash."

The Emperor's hand of the Wujie Emperor pressed forward, and the chains wrapped around him suddenly flew out in a winding manner.

At the same time, a golden beam of light flew out between his eyebrows.

Where the beams fly by, the rocks and soil on the ground melt immediately, turning into golden rivers.

Zhang Ruochen smiled slightly, pinched a finger sword with his right hand, controlled the ancient sword of Chenyuan to fly out, collided with the chain, and then followed the chain and slashed towards the Emperor's son of the Martial Realm.

At the same time, the Qingtian Futu Tower flew out, floating above his head, emitting supreme power to protect his whole body.

"Bang bang."

Whether it was the iron chains shot by the emperor of the martial arts world, the golden beams flying out of their eyebrows, or the attacks shot by the golden warriors, they were all blocked by the power of the supreme.

For a while, they will find it difficult to break through the defense formed by the Qingtian Buddha Tower.

On the White Bone Mountain, the emperor sons and daughters who had long known that Zhang Ruochen had the supreme holy weapon all showed confusion.

"Zhang Ruochen actually used the Supreme Holy Artifact to defend himself. Is he so afraid of death?"

"So Zhang Ruochen is so stupid. If he was this emperor's son, he would definitely use the supreme holy weapon to attack the emperor's son in the martial arts world. Only the supreme holy weapon can hurt him. Use the supreme holy weapon to defend... Gen, this kind of defense will eventually be broken even if it can last for a period of time. After all, with his eight-step holy king's realm, it is impossible to continuously activate a supreme holy weapon."

"It seems that the outcome has been decided. Son of Xia, this time, you really took a look."

Xia Wenxin said, "It's too early to draw a conclusion now. I didn't see Zhang Ruochen activate a sword to attack the Emperor's Son of the Martial Realm?"

"Does Xia Shenzi think that the Emperor of the Martial Realm cannot even block a sword attacked by an eight-step Saint King? Even if Zhang Ruochen has already cultivated the sword soul and encounters an opponent like the Emperor of the Martial Realm, there will be no chance of winning."

Xia Wenxin remained silent again, staring at the sword flying towards the Emperor's Son of the Martial Realm.

The ancient sword of Chenyuan dragged the long sword light and kept spinning. Countless sharp sword auras flew around the sword body like a black sword rain, rushing straight to the key points of the Emperor's son in the Martial Realm.

"Ignorance, this level of attack is of no use to me. But this sword seems to be of good grade, so I accepted it with a smile!"

The Emperor of the Martial Realm laughed, raised his right hand and pressed it across the air, and the powerful holy power surged out, shattering all the sword aura and turning it into invisible.

Just this move is enough to scare countless experts in the Dao Realm.

"The military mover."

Immediately afterwards, the Emperor of the Martial Realm used a mysterious holy technique, which directly captured the ancient sword of Chen Yuan and suppressed it in his palm.

The ancient sword of Chenyuan trembled violently, but could not break free.

"It's actually a holy sword refined by the material of creation. It's great. It may not be able to be removed from it in the future and become a supreme holy weapon." The emperor of the martial arts world was both surprised and happy.

Looking at the happy look of the emperor in the martial arts world, Zhang Ruochen's mouth slightly raised, "You dare to collect the sword of the successor of the time and space, you are too careless!"

"What's the meaning?"

The emperor of the martial arts world instinctively realized that something was wrong. The next moment, his whole body trembled, and he felt a strong sense of weakness spread throughout his body.

"Bang bang."

Because he became weak, the emperor's son in the martial arts world could not continue to control the twelve golden warriors.

They all burst into pieces and turned into golden powders.

Chenyuan Ancient Sword broke free from the suppression of the Emperor's Son of the Martial Realm, made a "clang" sound, and flew back to Zhang Ruochen's hand. Holding the sword, Zhang Ruochen used space movement and appeared beside the Emperor's Son of the Martial Realm.

"It's the power of time... you used the power of time to cut off my life span... The power of time is attached to the sword..."

The Emperor of the Martial Realm was extremely angry, but he knew that with his current state, he would definitely not be Zhang Ruochen's opponent, so he put a talisman on his body and quickly retreated backwards.

"It's great. You can know so quickly what the problem is. It seems that your combat experience is indeed quite rich and powerful."

Zhang Ruochen slashed his sword with one sword. Before the Emperor of the Martial Realm retreated, he cut his body into two pieces in half with one sword, and blood sprinkled.

However, with the perverted vitality of the Immortal Vampire, this sword obviously has not yet killed the Emperor's Son of the Martial Realm.

Zhang Ruochen stepped forward quickly and prepared to make up for another sword.

On the White Bone Mountain, a smile appeared on Xia Wenxin's handsome face: "It turns out that this is Zhang Ruochen's killing move. The emperor of the martial arts world is still a little capable, at least he has tested Zhang Ruochen's trump card."

Xia Wenxin's fingers flashed, and the God-Destroying Cross Shield flew out from his fingertips, turning into a huge cross that was hundreds of feet long, reflecting thousands of miles into blood-red.

A series of divine patterns flowed on the cross shield, and it was faintly seen that a god was nailed to death, and the divine blood turned into a river, flowing between the sky and the earth.

"Boom."

The cross shield of the God-Destroying God was inserted into the ground beside Zhang Ruochen, and earth and rocks were flying.

At this moment, the space is fixed.

The ancient sword of Shenyuan raised by Zhang Ruochen was only one inch away, and the tip of the sword could penetrate into the eyebrows of the emperor's son in the martial arts world. However, he became still, as if he had become petrified.
Chapter completed!