The feud between the foreign spirit race and the human race has lasted for tens of thousands of years.
Countless relatives and friends have died at the hands of both sides. They have long been sworn in and cannot be resolved by words or kindness.
At this moment, the strongest emperor of the Foreign Spirit Clan is besieged here. How can the Ancient Saint of the Famed Master Hall miss this opportunity!
"Where are you, Zhang Hongtian?"
Seeing that these people also wanted to besiege him, Emperor Chen Yong was not surprised. He looked again.
"My Zhang family has fought hundreds of battles with the Foreign Spirit Clan. My father, grandfather, great-grandfather, and ancestors of all generations have died in your hands, too many to count! Your hands are stained with the blood of my Zhang family. Today, even though I
Bullying more than others, not very aboveboard, and winning without force, but... this is revenge, not a fair duel, even if Master Kong knew about it, he would never blame him!"
The long sword jumped out from his waist, and Zhang Hongtian looked at the figure in front of him, with righteousness in his eyes.
A teacher has a reputation. If a famous teacher wants to fight, he must give the most appropriate reason, so that he can move forward bravely and not shrink back.
"Ancestor Hongtian..."
Seeing that he wanted to take action, Zhang Xuan couldn't help but speak.
With so many people besieging him and the Star Map surrounding him, I'm afraid it will be really hard for Emperor Chen Yong to be kind this time.
Although I don't have any good impressions of the Foreign Spirit tribe, Wuchen... has been following him, riding in front and behind, and he still can't accept being surrounded by so many people at this moment.
"Foreign spirit tribesmen do not deserve sympathy!"
Knowing what he wanted to say, Zhang Hongtian waved his hand.
After years of war, the two races have long been unable to coexist.
Without this first emperor, the Foreign Spirit Race would definitely become a mess and no longer able to fight against humans.
In this way, it is equivalent to solving a major problem that has been on my mind for many years!
Because of this, various schools of thought did not hesitate to use so many ancient saints to come, and even came second to snatch the Spring and Autumn Ceremony.
"Very good, what about you?"
Seeing the three forces all joining forces, Emperor Chen Yong once again looked at the holy beasts not far away.
"We don't want to help each other, and we don't want to get involved... we just want to get the Spring and Autumn Ceremony!" Venerable Bai said.
"If the two are not helping each other, then please retreat. Otherwise, if you stay in the battle circle without fists and feet, no one can guarantee whether you will be killed..."
With a cold smile, Emperor Chen Yong shook the long knife in his hand and made a whimpering sound. Without any nonsense, his eyebrows were raised, and the aura on his body suddenly spread out, giving people a feeling like an abyss or an ocean.
Disguising himself as a Wuchen, he used the power that only a famous master could use. At this moment, he restored his true form and used the killing energy of the foreign spirit tribe, and his combat power more than doubled in an instant.
"Do it!"
Seeing that his aura was about to reach its peak, and knowing that it would be even harder to kill him if he didn't take action, Yan Qing flicked the Fang Tian Painted Halberd in Ancient Sage's hand and shot it in the air.
"go!"
The ghost claws of divination pierce the space.
The attacks of the two super masters turned into two rays of light, one black and one white, stabbing like meteors.
"Well done!"
After regaining his original form, Emperor Chen Yong roared, the sound was like thunder suddenly exploding, and at the same time, the long knife in his hand slashed straight forward.
Hiss!
A dark crack appeared in the space restricted by the Star Diagram. The sword light collided with the two major attacks. Fang Tian's halberd and ghost claw flew out like a baseball that was blown away.
Emperor Chen Yong stepped forward, rolling with power, and the sea of clouds boiled. With the long sword swung, the attacks of other ancient saints were blocked, and he moved forward again, slashing off Yan Qing's head.
This time, the power sealed the void, and even if Ancient Sage Yan Qing reached the realm of blood rebirth, he could not escape.
Buzz!
Just when the strongest man from all the schools of thought was about to be killed, a sword beam broke through the limitations of time and space and appeared in front of him. If he didn't resist it, even if he could kill the ancient sage Yan Qing, he would definitely not be able to kill him.
Will be seriously injured.
Emperor Chen Yong raised his sword.
Ding ding ding ding!
The sound of sword rain was heard endlessly, and Zhang Hongtian walked like a swordsman.
Seeing such a battle, Zhang Xuan swallowed his saliva.
He is worthy of being the most powerful man in the continent. Every move he makes is governed by laws. Fortunately, he is far away from the battle circle. Otherwise, he would have been torn into powder long ago, and no scum would be left.
This Emperor Chen Yong was extremely powerful. Even though he was besieged by so many people, he was still calm and calm without any panic.
Bang!
The battle became more and more exciting. Suddenly, there was a muffled groan, and then a figure fell from the sky.
An ancient saint has fallen!
"He is a member of the foreign spirit tribe in the first realm..."
Seeing the corpse, Zhang Xuan recognized it. It was one of Yulaogui's subordinates, possessing the strength of the second level of the ancient saint.
"This is a good thing..."
Knowing that corpses of this level are hard to come by, Zhang Xuan came to him, and the Dragon Bone Spear rushed over and gave it a fierce blow.
Hooray!
Store the ring in storage.
boom!
As soon as this body was taken away, another ancient saint from various schools of thought fell down.
Not only the people of the Foreign Spirit Clan died, but the strong men of various schools also began to fall.
Next is the Hall of Fame.
The corpses of the Foreign Spirit Clan members can be collected, but the various schools of thought and the Hall of Famed Masters will not touch them.
After all, he is a famous teacher.
However, the corpses cannot be collected. During the battle, the blood of the ancient saints was spilled, so much so that he received a lot of them.
As the fighting becomes more and more exciting, more and more Ancient Saints die.
In less than ten minutes, there were more than twenty ancient saints, but less than half were left.
However, at this moment, Emperor Chen Yong was already scarred and seriously injured.
Ancient Sage Yan Qing and Zhang Hongtian also had hideous wounds all over their bodies. They were breathing heavily and were not having an easy time.
On the contrary, it was Yulaogui who was the least injured.
It's not that he is strong, but rather cunning. His frontal attacks were all endured by the two people in front of him.
"As expected of the First Emperor of the Foreign Spirit Clan, I didn't expect that with so many of us uniting, we would all suffer such heavy losses..." Looking at Emperor Chen Yong in front of him again, Zhang Hongtian said with admiration in his tone.
I thought I was on top of the world, but I didn't expect so many people to unite and be killed so many.
"You are not weak either, but... with this kind of strength, if you want to kill me today, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it..."
Standing with his sword in hand, Emperor Chen Yong's heroic spirit is not diminished.
"Even if I risk my life today, I will pull you along..." Zhang Hongtian gritted his teeth.
"Then try..."
Emperor Chen Yong sneered and was about to continue when he suddenly felt that the space trapped by the star map was shaking.
Rumble!
The world seemed to be torn apart, a white light shone through the star map, and a huge altar slowly emerged.
The light shrouded Luo Ruoxi who was refining the Spring and Autumn Ceremony.
"Succeeded..."
Emperor Chen Yong's eyes lit up.
He had left the square before and had been preparing for a long time. He was preparing for this very thing. When he saw the success, he could no longer contain his excitement.
Hiss!
The light of the altar shone on Luo Ruoxi. She had already reached the power of the ancient saint, and it seemed as if the seal had been opened again, becoming even more majestic and huge.
Under such power, the Spring and Autumn Ceremony could no longer resist and was completely refined in an instant.