The war is about to break out, and the holy power of the saints is released, flooding the ancient city of Taiyin.
Although the Taiyin Ancient City's defensive formations were not activated, there were still many defensive formations in the city, and the human monks in the city hid in them one after another.
Yao Sheng flew out of the night, fell to the ground with a bang, and appeared behind Zhang Ruochen.
"Why does the Death Knight need to take action himself? I can kill him by myself." Yao Sheng said loudly.
During the battle at Moyou Valley, Yao Sheng fought against Zhang Ruochen and injured Zhang Ruochen.
He believed that he had fully grasped Zhang Ruochen's true level and was confident enough to kill Zhang Ruochen.
Yao Sheng had just surrendered to the Death Knight and became a member of the Immortal Temple. In order to improve his status, he naturally wanted to make contributions.
Killing Zhang Ruochen is a great achievement.
"Ghost King Lock."
Yao Sheng opened his mouth and spit out a chain as thick as an arm, extending out like a long steel dragon.
In the Ghost King Lock, thousands of inscriptions emerged, bursting out with thousands of lines of destructive power.
"Boom."
The chain carrying the destructive power failed to hit Zhang Ruochen, but it affected Qingfeng Saint who was flying in the air and hit his waist.
Saint Qingfeng was secretly startled and quickly took out the sword formula and shouted softly: "Shan Zi Jue."
The holy sword on his back flew out from its sheath, trembling violently, forming tens of thousands of sword energy.
Those sword energy quickly gathered together and condensed into a five-finger sword mountain.
"Bang."
The Ghost King Lock shattered the sword mountain and struck Qingfeng Saint, causing Qingfeng Saint to fall rapidly to the ground. The powerful impact turned a manor with neatly distributed pavilions and pavilions into ruins.
Saint Qingfeng's face was a little pale and his mouth was full of blood. He walked out of the ruins and stared at Yao Sheng with some surprise: "They are both Saints of the upper realm. Is the gap so big?"
Saint Qingfeng is not considered weak among the saints in the upper realm. However, how could he not be surprised when he and Yao Sheng were injured after just one blow?
Yao Sheng, as the deputy palace master of Youzi Tiangong, is very famous. Some of the older generation of semi-sages in Taiyin Ancient City recognized him.
"Yao Sheng actually joined the Immortal Vampire Clan."
"It is said that Yao Sheng has two holy bodies, one male and one female. Once he takes action, he will be like two saints in the upper realm. In the Xuanhuang realm, few people can compete with him."
"I didn't see that even the Saint of Qingfeng could not block his attack. It is estimated that only a Saint of Xuanhuang Realm can suppress such a person."
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Yao Sheng did not pay attention to Saint Qingfeng. He only had Zhang Ruochen in his eyes. He took a step forward and rushed forward. He said with a deep smile: "You can hide pretty quickly. Let's see how long you can hide."
"Crash."
Under Yao Sheng's control, the Ghost King Lock flew out again, spinning rapidly, forming nine circles with a diameter of three feet.
From the top of the Ghost King Lock, a ferocious human head stretched out, as big as a millstone, and appeared in the center of the nine chain circles, with green will-o'-the-wisps burning on it.
That is the head of a true saint, which contains the holy power of a true saint.
The power of this blow was much stronger than the one just now.
Qingfeng Saint took a deep breath and thought to himself, "Yao Sheng's fighting power is really terrifying. If he had hit this blow just now, I'm afraid I wouldn't have just suffered a few minor injuries. Today, Zhang Ruochen may be in trouble."
, only if the big shots from the Liang Yi Sect arrive earlier, he might be able to save his life."
No matter how strong Zhang Ruochen is, he is still too young and his level of cultivation is too low to compete with the upper-level saints.
The power emanating from the Ghost King Lock made countless human monks feel suffocated, and no one believed that Zhang Ruochen could withstand it.
Perhaps because the alcohol was too strong, Zhang Ruochen was fearless when facing the Ghost King Suo and took the initiative to attack him.
"Ouch!"
"Roar!"
Zhang Ruochen raised his arms, and a huge phantom of a dragon and an elephant appeared, striking forward with both palms at the same time, colliding with the head of the will-o'-the-wisp.
Zhang Ruochen's palm force was so strong that he struck dozens of palms in a row, causing the head of the ghost fire and the ghost king lock to fly back.
"How is it possible? How could his power be so strong?"
Yao Sheng was surprised and a little doubtful, was Zhang Ruochen actually Gu Linfeng?
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was much more powerful than Gu Linfeng. He was able to compete with him without using the Ten Saint Blood Armor.
If so, Zhang Ruochen is really Gu Linfeng.
Could it be that Zhang Ruochen's strength doubled in just a few days?
How can it be.
Zhang Ruochen's state was a bit crazy, and the blood and holy energy in his body became very violent.
Of course, he did not completely lose his mind, he still had a relatively clear consciousness, and he felt incredible in his heart that while drunk, he actually exploded with twice as much power as usual.
"Ten Saint Blood Armor."
Zhang Ruochen didn't think much, and roared loudly, activating the Ten Saint Blood Armor.
Ten holy shadows appeared, surrounding the body in ten directions.
With the blessing of the Ten Saint Blood Armor, Zhang Ruochen's body exuded stronger power fluctuations than before.
"Bang."
Zhang Ruochen smacked Yao Sheng back with one palm, knocking him back dozens of feet. The street beneath his feet burst into pieces.
Zhang Ruochen continued to strike, and each palm fell like a five-fingered mountain falling down. Yao Sheng could only passively defend himself. No matter what means he used, he could not resist.
Gradually, Zhang Ruochen also noticed the clues and guessed in his mind, "It should be the strength of Dragon Scale Mad Cow Wine that made me burst out with double the strength. Otherwise, with my current cultivation level, I would not be Yao Sheng's opponent at all."
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Saint Yashe frowned and said: "Yao Sheng is no match for Zhang Ruochen. Saint Kongyu, Saint Qingyi, Saint Wanxin, you go and help him."
Saint of Kongyu, Saint Qingyi, and Saint Wanxin are all the cultivation of upper-level saints. They come from the Huangtian tribe. It was Huangtian Blood Emperor who personally ordered them to follow the Death Knight and be sure to get rid of Gu Linfeng.
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The three upper realm saints unfolded the blood wings on their backs and rushed from three different directions towards Zhang Ruochen, who was fighting fiercely with Yao Sheng.
"Original blood handprint."
"Jinghong Wandering Dragon Sword Technique."
"Heart-destroying finger."
Three great saints cast a holy spell at the same time.
Yao Sheng cursed in his heart, feeling that the undead vampires were nothing, because the holy spells produced by the three upper realm saints also enveloped him.
Yao Sheng put away his attacks and fled immediately.
"Where to escape?"
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Zhang Ruochen struck the chest of Yao Sheng's male body with a palm. The palm force was layered one after another, bursting out thirty-six layers of power.
"Pfft."
Yao Sheng's chest sunk inward, his ribs collapsed, and he flew out like a cannonball, falling into the ruins.
In order to severely injure Yao Sheng, Zhang Ruochen also paid the price.
The holy spells cast by the three superior saints fell down and hit him.
Even with the resistance of the Ten Saints Blood Armor, Zhang Ruochen still suffered some injuries. However, his body had become a saint and his defense was amazing, so the injuries he suffered were not too serious.
"What a pervert. As expected of the body becoming a saint, you can actually carry out the holy arts."
"The defense of the Ten Saint Blood Armor is really powerful. Without using the real trump card, there is no way to seriously injure Zhang Ruochen."
"Go with all your strength, I don't believe I can't destroy him."
The three upper-level saints once again performed their holy magic, mobilizing even more powerful power.
How could Zhang Ruochen give them another chance?
"Whoosh!"
Zhang Ruochen's figure moved, using the method of spatial movement, appearing in front of the air domain saint, and slammed into him.
The Saint of the Airspace had no time to react and was knocked away by Zhang Ruochen, falling to the ground.
Zhang Ruochen's legs and knees pressed against the abdomen of the air domain saint, he made fists with both hands, and his fists fell like raindrops.
"Bang bang."
In an instant, Zhang Ruochen fired more than a hundred punches in a row, each punch being done with all his strength.
The skull of the saint in the air domain was shattered, his chest collapsed, and half of his body was shattered into pieces and turned into blood and mud. Zhang Ruochen stretched out his hand and took out a fist-sized holy source from the blood and mud.
In less than a breath, a high-level saint had fallen and was beaten to death.
In the distance, Saint Qingfeng felt his scalp numb. If it were him, if he encountered Zhang Ruochen, a fighting madman, he would probably be dead.
Yao Sheng climbed out of the ruins and spat out a mouthful of blood. "You dare to attack me. You deserve to be beaten to death. How can Zhang Ruochen be such an easy person to deal with?"
Saint Qingyi and Saint Wanxin were calm enough and were not frightened. They continued to attack, using sword techniques and finger techniques respectively.
"Five of Swords."
Saint Qingyi's strongest trump card is the Five of Swords.
At his age, there is at least half a chance that he will become a swordsman in the future. Even now, among the saints in the upper realm, Saint Qingyi rarely encounters opponents.
Saint Qingyi's body combined with the holy sword, pulling out a sword light more than ten meters long and hitting Zhang Ruochen's eyebrows.
Zhang Ruochen swatted it out with a palm and collided head-on with the holy sword.
With the Thousand Marks Sacred Artifact-level holy sword, coupled with the kendo conception of Sword Five, the power that explodes is already considered to be at the top level among the upper-level saints, and few people can withstand it.
"Boom."
Under the impact of that force, Zhang Ruochen retreated back more than a hundred feet, with half of his body sinking into the ground.
Even though he was wearing the Seven Kills Gloves and the Ten Saint Blood Armor, Zhang Ruochen's right arm was still numb from pain and suffered some injuries.
Saint Qingyi held the holy sword, looked down at Zhang Ruochen, and sneered: "Zhang Ruochen, aren't you very accomplished in the way of the sword? How could you be injured by this saint's sword?"
Zhang Ruochen didn't say a word. The holy energy in his body circulated for a short while, and his right arm regained consciousness.
Then, he took out Shen Yuan's ancient sword and held the hilt with both hands.
"Wow--"
The dense sword energy appeared automatically, like ten thousand swords flying around Zhang Ruochen.
The holy sword in Saint Qingyi's hand was trembling slightly, making a low sword sound.
"The sword intent he released is so powerful."
Saint Qingyi forcibly controlled the holy sword that was about to fly out, with a look of uncertainty in his eyes.
"Sword Six."
Zhang Ruochen held Shen Yuan's ancient sword and flew up from the ground, striking at Saint Qingyi.
Saint Qingyi had been prepared for a long time. He blocked Zhang Ruochen's attack with a horizontal sword. However, the holy sword in his hand broke with a "bang" as soon as it came into contact with Shen Yuan's ancient sword.
"Pfft."
With this sword, Zhang Ruochen pierced Saint Qingyi.
The sword energy was so powerful that in mid-air, the holy body of Saint Qingyi was broken into two pieces, and a large amount of holy blood was spilled.