Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen moved his fingers forward and used a sword intention to control Shen Yuan's ancient sword to fly out.
"Pfft."
Shen Yuan's ancient sword penetrated Tong Dong's eyebrows, bringing out a large amount of blood, which then flew out from the back of his head.
With a bang, Tong Dong's body fell down.
As soon as he stepped onto the arena, he turned into a dead man.
Everyone present was stunned and their jaws dropped to the ground.
Everyone originally thought that Tong Dong would definitely be able to kill Zhang Ruochen, but who would have thought that Zhang Ruochen would actually have the power to kill the Half-Saint?
"That's...a mental attack. It turns out that Zhang Ruochen is still a powerful half-saint with mental power. No wonder he dares to use Qianwen's destructive power. Sure enough, he has a trump card."
"Zhang Ruochen is really difficult to deal with."
The semi-saints from the Ministry of War all looked at each other, and no one dared to take action easily.
After all, no one knows how strong Zhang Ruochen’s mental power is?? With billions of eyes, he stared at the talented woman of the Holy Book and said: "The talented woman is a saint of mental power. She should be able to see Zhang Ruochen's strength."
Mental strength, right?”
The expression of the Holy Book Talented Girl remained unchanged, and she did not give an exact answer to Wan Zhaoyi, saying: "In order to deal with a first-order semi-saint, the Ministry of War not only lost its reputation, but also lost three powerful generals in a row. Is this the way King Wan Tian dealt with Zhang Ruochen?
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Wan Zhiyi could feel the dissatisfaction of the talented woman with holy books and couldn't help but frown.
To be honest, he didn't think there was anything wrong with his methods. The only mistake he made was that he underestimated Zhang Ruochen's strength.
Of course, the attitude of the talented woman with holy books still made him feel some pressure. After all, the talented woman with holy books was the closest celebrity around the queen. Not only that, she also had an extraordinary influence on the entire Confucianism and Taoism.
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It would be quite a troublesome thing if a talented lady from the holy book participated in a performance of one of his books in front of the Queen.
Behind Wan Zhiyi, Jian Kongzi immediately spoke out, "Your Majesty, if you let me take action, I will definitely take Zhang Ruochen's head."
Wan Zhiyi glanced at Jian Kongzi, then took out a diamond from his sleeve and handed it to him.
"If you make another mistake, I will take the lives of nine of your clans." Wan Zhaoyi said.
Jian Kongzi took the walnut-sized diamond, but it felt extremely heavy, as if it was holding a mountain. Even the half-saint's arm could not hold it.
"Number 347 of "Thousand Patterns of Sacred Artifacts" is King Kongzi." Jian Kongzi was secretly surprised.
The King of Heaven actually handed over all the diamonds to him. This shows that in this battle, he must be foolproof and never fail again.
The eyebrows of the talented lady with a holy book narrowed slightly, and she became worried about Zhang Ruochen.
After all, she could clearly see that Zhang Ruochen's mental strength was only at the forty-sixth level, and there was no way he could stop Jian Kongzi at the seventh-level semi-saint level.
The talented woman with the holy book was even more conflicted in her heart, but she had no choice but to restrain the fluctuations of the holy heart as much as possible to avoid being noticed by Trillions.
When Zhang Ruochen saw Jian Kongzi on the fighting stage, he didn't panic at all and remained quite calm.
Because he still has a trump card, which is the relic.
At this point, the only way to solve the murderous situation in front of us is to unlock the third layer of seals on the relic.
By unlocking the third layer of seals, Zhang Ruochen can gain saint-level combat power in a short period of time, which is naturally more than enough to deal with sword holes.
The only thing is that there is some waste. If he encounters a desperate situation in the future, he will have no external power to borrow and can only rely on his own strength to solve it.
Jian Kongzi glanced at Zhang Ruochen opposite him and shook his head gently. For a top swordsman like him, killing a seriously injured first-order semi-saint was not really a sense of accomplishment.
However, killing Zhang Ruochen would definitely result in a large amount of military merit and rewards, which he looked forward to very much.
Just before Jian Kongzi was about to take action, a white sword light flew from the sky.
"Wow——"
The sword energy was like a dazzling light, passing through the void and tearing open the formation on the periphery of the arena.
I saw a flash of figures, and a tall woman wearing a purple dress was already standing in the center of the arena, separating Zhang Ruochen and Jian Kongzi.
The purple-clothed woman had an extremely powerful holy light emanating from her body. Therefore, few people could see her true form clearly.
Even the half-saints from the military department present could only see a graceful figure, with a moving outline, crystal clear snow skin, and a lavender veil on her face.
Wan Zhiyi and the Holy Book Talent were also startled. After all, the defensive formations around the arena were connected to the central altar. Even with their cultivation, it was difficult to break through.
However, the woman in purple used only one sword to tear apart the defensive formation. Her powerful cultivation was really shocking to some.
The talented woman with the holy book knows all the powerful people in the world, and she quickly guessed the identity of the woman in purple.
What made her even more curious was that the woman in purple had such a transcendent identity, and she was a legendary woman who transcended the world. How could she save Zhang Ruochen?
The woman in purple is naturally the master of the Demonic Saint's Palace, Ling Feiyu.
Ling Feiyu's starry eyes were filled with a cold aura, and he said: "You guys from the Ministry of War are becoming more and more majestic. You dare to break into the ancient clan of Zhenyu to kill people. You really take the imperial decree of your Supreme Qing Emperor.
Just a scrap of paper?"
Every word Ling Feiyu said was like a heavy punch hitting Jian Kongzi's chest, causing Jian Kongzi to retreat continuously.
Jian Kongzi retreated to the edge of the arena. Unable to hold on any longer, he half-knelt on the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Wan Zhaoyi naturally guessed the identity of the woman in purple, so he stood up and raised his voice: "Senior Ling, I have always kept the Qing Emperor's imperial decree in mind, how dare I violate it? This is not the policy of the Ministry of War and Zhang Ruochen.
The conflict was a personal enmity between them. After discussions between both parties, they finally decided to board the gladiatorial arena for a life-and-death battle."
Ling Feiyu stared at Wan Zhiyi, showing an unhappy look, and said: "Is there a place for you to speak in the Zhenyuan Ancient Clan?"
Wan Zhiyi and Ling Feiyu each belong to the pinnacle of an era, intimidating a generation. One has been king in the past hundred years and has been undefeated in a hundred battles. The other has swept the world three hundred years ago and is unbeatable.
Of course, Wan Zhiyi has not only practiced for a hundred years. He has entered the Heavenly Wheel Seal four times to practice. In total, he has practiced in the Heavenly Wheel Seal for more than a hundred years.
There is indeed a big gap between the two of them, but Wan Zhiyi is also a very proud person, so naturally he will not bow to Ling Feiyu.
Wan Zhiyi carried his arms behind his back, and the green dragon armor on his body emitted a dazzling green brilliance, soaring into the sky, condensing into a huge green dragon, coiling around his body.
He said: "Senior Ling's words are wrong. Now the ancient Zhenyu clan and the imperial court are joining forces to deal with the undead blood clan. In this ancient Zhenyu clan, I naturally have a place for this king."
Ling Feiyu's eyes met Wan Zhiyi's and said: "Since you know that the undead blood clan is entrenched in Yuan Mansion. Then, in the face of a powerful enemy, we should have united all the forces that can be combined to deal with the powerful enemy. Why is the Ministry of War still there?
Do you care about personal vendettas and harm powerful soldiers and generals? For a junior like you who doesn't care about the overall situation, I wonder if the Queen misunderstood and allowed you to sit on the title of King of Heaven?"
Hearing Ling Feiyu's words, Wan Zhiyi's eyelids jumped and his eyes flickered, but he could not refute.
Zhang Ruochen stood aside and glanced at Ling Feiyu, secretly admiring him. He really didn't expect that this chief saint was not only proficient in swordsmanship, but also so powerful in speaking skills.
As expected, none of the saints of the Demonic Cult are fuel-efficient lamps.
"Senior Sword Master, Zhang Ruochen is a lurker of the Immortal Vampire Clan, and everyone is meant to kill him. If you favor him so favorably, you will not only offend the Ministry of War, but also cause the members of the Zhenyu Ancient Clan to have some misunderstandings about you."
The person who spoke was Wang Jie.
Wang Jie already had deep resentment towards Ling Feiyu. Now that the Ministry of War was backing him, he naturally jumped out and attacked Ling Feiyu with words.
However, he failed to see the situation clearly and thought that the Ministry of War could suppress Ling Feiyu.
Little did he know that even Wan Zhiyi was trying his best to restrain his anger and did not provoke Ling Feiyu.
But he jumped out on his own initiative and threatened Ling Feiyu with members of the Ministry of War and the Zhenyu Ancient Clan. If he wasn't seeking death, what could he be?
Sure enough, Ling Feiyu, who had a bad temper to begin with, turned very cold when he heard Wang Jie's words, and said: "You suppress the ancient clan of prison and do not protect the sword-wielders who have not yet grown up, so you will give up.
The saint is too lazy to pay attention. Anyway, after Xuanji Sword Master comes back, he will settle this account with you slowly. But, who do you think you are, how can you dare to threaten me?"
"Boom."
Thousands of electric lights surged out of Ling Feiyu's body, with the arena as the center and a radius of hundreds of miles, completely turning into a sea of thunder and lightning.
At this moment, she was obviously very angry, and the radiant holy power surged towards Wang Jie overwhelmingly.
"Snapped!"
In an instant, Wang Jie and a large group of Zhenyu Ancient Clan members could not bear the tyrannical holy power, and they all knelt on the ground.
Beads of sweat flowed from the pores of Wang Jie's body. It was only now that he truly realized how terrifying Ling Feiyu's cultivation was.
In his heart, he felt quite regretful. If he had known earlier, he should have followed his father's advice and not provoke Ling Feiyu.
"Feiyu Sword Master, calm down." Wang Beilie, the leader of the Zhenyu Ancient Clan, wearing a mysterious suit, flew over from a distance and landed next to Wang Jie.
Seeing his father appear, Wang Jie immediately showed joy: "Father..."
However, before Wang Jie could cry out, Wang Bei Lie's palm prints had already been punched out, hitting Wang Jie's face, causing Wang Jie to roll twice in the air before falling to the ground with a bang.
Wang Beili's slap was so cruel that it shattered Wang Jie's left cheekbone, leaving half of his face covered in blood.
Wang Jie lay on the ground and said tremblingly: "Father, you..."
"Shut up, you treacherous son, how dare you be so disrespectful to Feiyu Sword Master, I must kill you today."
A ball of holy fire emerged from the palm of Wang Beilie's hand, and a powerful wave of holy energy spread out in all directions.
If this palm was struck, Wang Jie might really be killed.
However, before Wang Beilie's palm could be struck out, a group of elders from the Zhenyu Ancient Clan rushed over and stopped him.
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(To explain, my child had a high fever yesterday. He slept for three hours the night before, got up at 5:30 in the morning, went back to his hometown, and then returned to the hospital in Chengdu from his hometown. He went back and forth and had no time to code.
I didn't go home until 10 pm. After eating in a hurry, my head was so dizzy and painful that I couldn't hold on, so I squinted for two hours. I got up at 2 am to write, stayed up all night, and finally finished it!
To be honest, it is really painful for authors like us who have very slow coding speed. If something goes wrong, the update will be unstable.
I overestimated myself in the past, so I won’t promise any more updates in the future. Anyway, I will try to keep two chapters a day. Tomorrow’s update is probably not stable and will be relatively late.)