Zhang Ruochen raised both arms at the same time, and his bones and muscles made a sound like thunderous explosions, shooting out thirteen dragon souls and thirteen elephant souls, which rapidly rotated around his body, forming a light shell of palm power with a diameter of dozens of feet.
"Boom."
Mountains fell one after another, colliding with the palm light shell and being torn into pieces by the backlash.
Finally, the chain, which was thicker than a bucket, struck down, causing the holy light on the surface of the palm's light shell to shatter, and thirteen dragon souls and thirteen elephant souls flew out in all directions.
Seeing that the chain was about to fall firmly on Zhang Ruochen.
"Haha, this emperor's chain is forged from the cold iron of the abyss. It is a sacred weapon with eight radiant and ten thousand patterns. I hope I won't turn you into ashes with one blow, but it will be a waste of a jar of delicious blood.
." The Emperor of the Martial Realm smiled.
"Don't be so self-righteous, you're not that strong yet."
On Zhang Ruochen's arms, each acupuncture point emits a dazzling light, spurting out a large amount of holy energy and blending into the Vulcan Gloves and Vulcan Armguards.
The gloves and arm guards burned, ancient lines emerged, and powerful divine power erupted.
Zhang Ruochen raised his palms up, and one palm turned into a cloud of fire, violently colliding with the chain.
The sound of metal colliding resounded throughout the world and was quite harsh.
In an instant, the ground beneath Zhang Ruochen's feet burst into flames, and even the air was filled with flames.
"Have you been beaten to pieces by the Emperor of the Martial Realm?" The long-faced Emperor's daughter stared into the distance.
"I'm afraid it's not that easy. The Descendants of Time and Space won't be so vain."
"That's not necessarily the case. After all, the level gap is too big. Even if Zhang Ruochen is a young god, he will still die."
…
The Emperor of the Martial Realm stood in mid-air, staring at the field of fire below. The smile on his face had long since faded. Because he was the one who directly fought against Zhang Ruochen, he knew very well that the blow he just made was blocked by Zhang Ruochen.
Come down.
"Wow——"
In the sea of fire, a beam of light rushed out, and it turned out to be a golden dragon, with a deafening dragon roar coming from its mouth.
"Is this the intermediate holy art you practice?"
The Emperor of the Martial World is not an ignorant person. Through the previous fight, he already knows that the gloves and arm guards on Zhang Ruochen's arms are ancient artifacts relics from the gods. They contain divine power and should not be underestimated.
If it is combined with the intermediate holy art, to what extent can the two powers be superimposed?
"The dragon travels through the nine heavens."
Zhang Ruochen mobilized all the palm rules in his body, integrated them into the dragon's claws, and struck out with one claw.
On the other side, the Emperor of the Martial Realm was not afraid. The chain in his hand exuded an astonishing cold air. As it continued to rotate, pieces of snowflakes fell from the sky, and thicker and thicker ice crystals appeared on the ground.
The cold air formed by the chain rotated and collided with the dragon's claws.
"Bang."
A powerful energy storm flew out, tearing the earth around the two into pieces, causing powerful destructive power. The destruction extended to the vicinity of the divine patterns left in the Middle Ages, and was finally blocked by the broken divine patterns.
"You are quite capable. In a fight with the Emperor of the Martial Realm, you actually have a chance to attack." Emperor Yun said.
An emperor's daughter said with some contempt: "Do you know that cats catch mice? The real method of the emperor of the martial world has not been used yet! Now, she is just playing with him. When the cat really wants to eat mice, it will
Kill him with one blow."
Xia Wen thought: "If the Emperor of the Martial Realm really thinks Zhang Ruochen is a mouse, then it is not certain who is the mouse or the cat in the end."
"What does Xia Shenzi mean?"
Xia Wenxin said calmly: "Keep reading, and you'll find out."
The Emperor of the Martial Realm waved the chain and continued to dissolve Zhang Ruochen's palm prints. He smiled and said: "If you only have this little ability, everything should be over!"
"The storm breaks the vortex."
The densely packed rules of the holy way surge out from the bodies of the martial arts disciples and merge with the chains of the Eight-Glory and Ten Thousand Patterns Sacred Artifacts.
Immediately, the chain rotated rapidly and turned into a nine-layer vortex, with wind blade canyons that could tear the world apart, flying in the vortex.
This is a high-level mid-level holy art!
After all, the gap in realm was there. Zhang Ruochen naturally would not underestimate the enemy, so he mustered up his energy, continuously mobilized the rules of truth, and combined them with his palm skills.
"The dragon and the elephant reach the sky."
Strike out with both palms at the same time, bursting out seven times the attack power.
"Boom."
The storm shattered, the vortex collapsed, and even the clouds and air in the sky trembled violently due to the force of the palm.
The skin on the arms of the Emperor of the Martial Realm split open and a large amount of blood flowed out. His burly body flew backwards like a cannonball.
Zhang Ruochen took advantage of the victory and pursued the attack. He grabbed the chain with one hand and used his arms to pull the Emperor of the Martial Realm towards his position.
The Emperor of the Martial Realm was like a kite on a string, and he actually flew over.
However, when he was still a hundred feet away from Zhang Ruochen, a ferocious smile suddenly appeared on his face, the wings on his back spread out, and his speed suddenly increased several times.
"No, he doesn't seem to be seriously injured. Was he deliberately luring the enemy just now?" Zhang Ruochen thought to himself.
"There are very few monks in the heavenly realm who have cultivated the way of truth to your level. No wonder you dare to fight against this emperor's son with the eight-step holy king realm."
The injury on the arm of the Emperor of the Martial Realm healed in the blink of an eye.
"However, just relying on the Tao of Truth to explode several times the attack power is not enough for you. The Tao of Truth has its nemesis."
"Nemesis? Could it be..."
The bloody light radiating from the body of the Emperor of the Martial Realm became stronger and stronger, and he laughed loudly: "Yes, the nemesis of truth is fate. Come out, Gate of Destiny!"
Behind the Emperor of the Martial Realm, a looming light gate was condensed by the rules of fate.
Affected by the power of the Light Gate, Zhang Ruochen only felt that his own strength was declining rapidly. In just a moment, it had already dropped by four to five times.
In the past, Zhang Ruochen had heard from other monks that there was a Temple of Truth in Heaven, and practicing the Tao of Truth would allow the monks to unleash several times the attack power of their holy spells.
In the hell realm, there is the Temple of Destiny.
Practicing the Way of Destiny can reduce your opponent's strength several times.
"How can a Gate of Destiny be formed behind the Emperor of the Martial Realm? With the Gate of Destiny, wouldn't he be able to suppress my strength all the time? Even the rules of truth can only explode at the moment when the holy technique is used.
It can produce several times the attack power. Moreover, mobilizing the rules of truth will take a certain amount of time and cannot be unleashed instantly."
Zhang Ruochen realized something was terribly wrong and said, "Is he a disciple of the Temple of Destiny?"
Only disciples of the Temple of Destiny can cultivate the Gate of Destiny, and can use the power of the Gate of Destiny to continuously suppress their opponents.
With the suppression of the Gate of Destiny, the disciples of the Temple of Destiny can easily kill enemies whose realm surpasses them.
The divine disciples of the Temple of Truth can cultivate the "realm of truth", which is also something that other monks in the heavenly realm cannot do.
The Nine-Eyed Heavenly King shook his head and smiled: "To deal with Zhang Ruochen, a martial arts disciple actually displayed the Gate of Destiny. Is that necessary?"
"He is showing off his skills. After all, not everyone can practice the Gate of Destiny."
"I think he wanted to capture Zhang Ruochen alive, so he used the method of destiny. It seems that Zhang Ruochen cannot escape his grasp, and there is no way to escape his fate."
Soon enough, the Emperor of the Martial Realm, with the Gate of Destiny on his back, rushed in front of Zhang Ruochen and punched him in the chest.
The fist carried an overwhelming punching wind, giving Zhang Ruochen an irresistible feeling, as if this punch was punched by a great sage and could shatter the world with one punch.
"No, it's not that he has become stronger, but that I have become weaker!"
Zhang Ruochen did not mobilize the rules of truth to fight head-on with the martial emperor, and there was no time.
I'm afraid that the rules of truth haven't gathered yet, and the fist seal of the Emperor of the Martial World has already fallen on him.
"Bang."
The emperor of the martial world punched Zhang Ruochen, beating him to pieces.
However, there was no joy on the face of the Emperor of the Martial Realm. He immediately retracted his fist, looked around, and said to himself: "I finally used the power of space."
Zhang Ruochen's torn body dissipated in mid-air and turned into afterimages.
Zhang Ruochen appeared above the head of the Emperor of the Martial Realm, holding Shen Yuan's ancient sword in his hand, and stabbed straight down.
The Emperor of the Martial Realm was always on guard, so the moment Zhang Ruochen walked out of the space, the chains wrapped around him automatically flew up and were pulled across.
The sword Zhang Ruochen displayed was not an ordinary sword technique, but a time sword technique.
The chain could have hit him, but when it got closer to him, its speed became slower and slower, and finally it was almost completely still.
"not good."
The Emperor of the Martial Realm had experienced countless life-and-death battles. In the midst of this lightning and flint, he immediately reacted and used an intermediate holy art-level footwork to quickly dodge.
"Chi."
Shen Yuan's ancient sword, which was supposed to penetrate his head, scratched across his cheek.
On the cheek, the Blood Armor of the Hundred Saints was broken and opened.
The sword struck his face, leaving a shallow trace of blood.
"hateful."
In the heart of the Emperor of the Martial Realm, a strong anger surged.
An eight-step holy king actually has the power to threaten his life. This is something that should not happen at all.
What frightens the Emperor of the Martial Realm even more is that if no one had reminded him before that the human man in front of him was Zhang Ruochen, the descendant of time and space, he would have underestimated the enemy and would not have been wary of the other party's use of time and space power.
Under such circumstances, could he still avoid the sword just now?
It is really possible that the Son of Baihuan God died in Zhang Ruochen's hands.
The emperor's sons and daughters who were watching the battle from a distance all had expressions of disbelief.
"How could this happen? The Emperor of the Martial Realm has obviously been reminded. Could it be that he still underestimated the enemy and did not expect Zhang Ruochen to use space power?"
"With the rich combat experience of the Emperor of the Martial World, such a mistake should not have occurred."
"This was not a mistake, it almost cost me my life."
Xia Wenxin said: "Do you really think that knowing that the other party is a descendant of time and space, you must have the means to deal with space and time? It can only mean that the time monks and space monks you have encountered before are not strong enough to use power.
It’s not even hot yet.”
"Xia Shenzi means that the Emperor of the Martial Realm didn't expect Zhang Ruochen's attack, but that he had already expected it, but couldn't avoid it at all?" an emperor's daughter asked for advice.