The weak petals were like a mountain thousands of feet high, suppressing his body.
Zhang Ming's will was integrated into the petals, and every subtle change between heaven and earth appeared in his mind.
Under the flying petals, Zhang Ming's figure emerged in vain, and the wildly dancing long hair continued to enlarge in the warrior's eyes.
Bang bang! The will surged wildly, and the warrior tried to draw his sword, but more and more petals fell all around. Once the martial arts will in him emerged, it collapsed.
The will of martial arts collapsed, and a look of horror finally appeared on this warrior's face. Damn it, what are these petals?
The magical power buries flowers, buries heaven and earth, and buries will! Zhang Ming stared straight at the warrior in front of him with his dead eyes, without making any waves. Just like a normal sword, the sword stabbed out lightly, bringing out a beautiful bloody light.
Poof! A flash of blood suddenly appeared, and the gushing blood fell on the flying petals.
A soul burst out of the body, and it was the soul of this warrior.
However, the flying petals also buried the spirit emperor's soul, and the will contained in it penetrated through like a sword.
In just an instant, the spirit emperor's soul disappeared silently into the rain of flowers.
The flying petals, the flash of sword light, the bloody light, the wildly dancing white hair, and the lonely figure formed a strange scene between heaven and earth.
The remaining four warriors retreated one after another, looking at the dead body dozens of feet away with somewhat horrified expressions.
It turns out that even in the Spiritual Emperor realm, death is still so close to them.
"Is this guy still a human? He easily broke through the oppression of five Spirit Emperor realm warriors, and even started to counterattack, killing one Spirit Emperor realm warrior!" A hell warrior took a deep breath as his heart tightened.
Facing Zhang Ming's empty gaze, the hearts of many hell warriors tightened. Immediately, their martial arts will was no longer suppressed and completely exploded.
More than thirty strands of martial arts will were completely concentrated on Zhang Ming, impacting the entire void like a torrent.
Bang! Zhang Ming took a step back, his face a little pale. Although the magical power of burying flowers is terrifying, it not only requires a certain amount of soul power, but also requires a large amount of spiritual energy as a foundation.
As the will spreads, the petals disappear, just for a moment, and the rain of flowers disappears silently.
Even so, no one among the thirty or so Spirit Emperor realm warriors took the lead to take action, but looked at Zhang Ming solemnly.
After wiping away the blood from the corner of his mouth, Zhang Ming faced the thirty or so martial arts wills, and his face became solemn for the first time, "I can still sustain it for dozens of breaths!"
Holding the sword, Zhang Ming's figure roared out, and a sword came from the west, shooting directly at the smoke and dust that was fighting fiercely with Fatty Xiao in the distance.
This sword strike without any warning made many hell warriors stunned. This guy had never thought of starting a fight with him and the others.
Whoosh! The will exploded, dozens of figures followed behind Zhang Ming, and fierce swords emerged one after another, setting off terrifying waves in space.
Yan Chen's sword eyebrows were raised slightly, and he forced Fatty Xiao back with one strike of his sword. He immediately turned around, looked at the incoming sword light with an indifferent expression, and sneered: "You're here just in time!"
The general situation gathered, and the smoke and dust did not retreat but advanced. Between the heaven and the earth, wisps of cold wind floated up to the nine heavens, followed closely by endless snow flakes, which condensed into sword blades and rolled out.
"I have to admit, I still look down on you all, first the little fat guy, and then this guy like you!" Yan Chen whispered, and as he stepped down, sword light radiated in all directions.
As the will permeated the air, before the figure arrived, its will began to rub against each other crazily, causing the void to vibrate.
A moment later, the two figures intertwined, and bursts of sharp explosions echoed out, like the sound of gold and iron striking each other.
Between the sky and the earth, no one can be discerned, only two bright sword lights are left, and the snow catkins and flower petals are entangled together.
"Fat man, take Xiao Luoxue and the others away!" When the roar echoed, Zhang Mingqi's deep voice echoed in Fatty Xiao's ears.
Fatty Xiao, who was forced back by a sword, had just stabilized his figure. Hearing this, his face darkened slightly. If Zhang Ming stayed to break up the rear, there would only be one ending, and that would be death.
"Fat man, that guy handed Xiao Luoxue and others to you and me, then I will hand them over to Ye Shaohan safe and sound! This is a promise between men, Fat man, don't waste the time!" Zhang Ming's voice was slightly urgent.
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Hearing this, Fatty Xiao sighed slightly, held his sword, and retreated towards Young Master Su and others like a rainbow. At the same time, he shouted: "Back off!"
As soon as Fatty Xiao retreated, a loud roar sounded in the distance in the void.
Dozens of Spirit Emperor-level figures appeared, and their sharp swords tore apart the wildly dancing snowflakes, falling on Zhang Ming.
Facing the siege of dozens of Spirit Emperor realm warriors, Zhang Ming's sentimental will could not withstand the fierce sword power no matter how special he was. Whoosh, the sword energy flowed across Zhang Ming's figure like a torrent.
Puff! The white robe was torn to pieces. Zhang Ming's figure was like a kite with broken strings. He was in danger and fell back weakly. Every time he took a step back, a streak of blood appeared under his feet.
The blood-stained robe and dense sword marks covered Zhang Ming's body, and his sharp aura also weakened.
Holding the sword, Zhang Ming's figure was swaying. Under the impact of more than thirty wills, he was like a lonely boat in the sea.
Stepping out with the sword in hand, a smile appeared on Zhang Ming's pale face. He looked at Yanchen and the others calmly, and raised the sword again, "Bury the Flower!"
Whoosh! Sword energy gushes out like a tide, will covers the sky, and a rain of flowers falls.
Tick tock! Tick tock! The blood splattered on Zhang Ming's body fell on the petals, dyeing them red, bringing with it a chilling feeling.
The retreat was tens of feet away. Fatty Xiao looked a little ferocious. He knew that retreating would kill Zhang Ming. However, thinking of Zhang Ming's words, he had no choice but to retreat.
Looking at the bloody shadow, Fatty Xiao finally understood why Ye Shaohan was so bold in entrusting the Ye family to Zhang Ming. He was more trustworthy than the sword in his hand.
The dancing white hair was also stained with blood and gradually turned blood red.
Zhang Ming raised his head and stared at the blood-red void, but a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Perhaps, this is the last time I will dance the sword for you!"
A sword danced in the sky, and a flower buried the world! The cold wind rolled up the petals all over the sky, Zhang Ming came out with the sword, and walked staggering towards Yanchen and the others. With the sword raised, the beautiful and gentle sword light brought up
The petals were like snow catkins, and an inexplicable sadness spread. This sad emotion blended into that sword, that flower, and this world. Looking at the bloody figure coming with the sword, the smoke and dust
The sword frowned slightly, and the snowflakes fell rapidly, even uncontrollably, as if even the snowflakes were contaminated by this sad power.
"A very special person. If it were decades later, this person would definitely become a strong man. What a pity!" Yanchen whispered, breaking the silence around him, "Do it!"
Before he finished speaking, the world suddenly became extremely cold, and a hurricane condensed around it. Endless snowflakes scattered in the hurricane, and a snowstorm also floated in the void, and the snowflakes and flower petals were intertwined again.
together.
During the collision of wills, Yan Chen drew his sword again, followed closely by more than thirty Spirit Emperor realm warriors. Under this crazy offensive, Zhang Ming would definitely die!
The petals fell on Fatty Xiao's face, and Fatty Xiao was slightly shaken, feeling the sadness that was worse than death: "Brother Zhang!"
Fatty Xiao turned his head resolutely and jumped in front of Xiao Luoxue and others.
Before Fatty Xiao opened his mouth, a smile appeared at the corner of Xiao Luoxue's mouth, and she shook her head slightly: "Fatty, I would rather not live in exchange for abandoning my companions!"
"The only thing in this world that is more heinous than trash is abandoning your companions!" Xiao Luoxue came out with her sword in hand, her cold eyes also filled with determination, "And I can't bear the sin of abandoning my companions.
I don’t want to see a look of contempt in that guy’s eyes!”
Mentioning that guy, a figure of Shengxue dressed in white appeared in Xiao Luoxue's eyes.
Hearing this, Fatty Xiao showed a bitter smile and turned around. However, the moment he turned around, his energy surged out and directly imprisoned Xiao Luoxue's body.
Xiao Luoxue's face changed slightly, she had already realized the fat man's intention.
"Indeed, I don't want to abandon my companions, nor do I want to become that kind of trash!"
"However, I don't want my sister-in-law to have any mishaps! Both me and Brother Zhang have lost the love we once had, and I don't want Young Master Chen to lose that love too!"
"So, sister-in-law, I'm sorry!" Fatty Xiao gently patted Young Master Su on the shoulder and ordered: "Retreat!"
After saying that, Fatty Xiao dragged the Proud World Sword and shot out, like a rainbow, across the sea of flowers in the sky.
A slightly obese figure appeared next to Zhang Ming. Fatty Xiao held Zhang Ming's shoulders, and his thick spiritual energy poured into Zhang Ming's body. Meeting Zhang Ming's empty gaze, Fatty Xiao smiled casually: "You are the only one."
No one can stop these people, at least they have to add me! Don't worry, sister-in-law, I have handed over to Young Master Su and others!" After saying that, Fatty Xiao's expression condensed, and a silver moon shadow appeared behind him.
, two waves of will surged, and Fatty Xiao took a step forward to block Yanchen's sword.
However, after the smoke and dust, there were more than thirty fierce sword movements, bang!
Fatty Xiao's figure also flew out upside down, his body covered with dense sword marks and blood gushing out.
"It's over!" Yan Chen sneered, holding a sword and stepping on the snow. The cold murderous intent on his body caused the void to tremble.
However, at this moment, Yan Chen's sword eyebrows furrowed and he raised his head to look at the void in the distance. Waves of strong will appeared in the void in the distance without any warning. Then, bright sword lights appeared one after another.
Emerging from the void¨
Dozens of powerful wills surged into the void, setting off waves of space waves.
The moment these dozens of wills emerged, their bright sword light broke through the air.
The sword light shredded the sword power of many hell warriors, and even shattered the majestic momentum. The void that was imprisoned by the momentum returned to normal again.