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Chapter 1945 Yang Xingyuan fled

Zhao Qi's expression changed drastically, he fell from mid-air, his spiritual power exploded, and he opened the Imperial Domain, intending to stabilize himself first.

Tear! At this moment, the brown-haired weirdo turned into a golden light and came across, directly tearing his imperial domain apart, and he was holding a golden stick in his hand.

"No..." Looking at the golden stick getting closer and closer, Zhao Qi howled in despair, and then the golden stick hit him directly in the face.

Immediately afterwards, everyone inside and outside the Sacred City watched with helpless eyes as Zhao Qi's head exploded. The terrifying golden rod erupted with so much power that even Zhao Qi's spirit was annihilated.

From the time the brown-haired weirdo took action to Zhao Qi's death, it only took three breaths.

In such a short period of time, a powerful man like Zhao Qi, who was at the peak of the ninth-level Martial Emperor, fell like this. Many people present could not even react.

"Damn it! What's going on?

Could this brown-haired weirdo be another quasi-demon saint?"

Yu Luan couldn't help but curse, and his eyes widened.

Cang Hongshen, Xiang Rui and others even had stiff expressions on their faces, and their hearts were full of disbelief.

When Zilong appeared, they were already surprised. They thought it was amazing that Mu Feng could find a quasi-saint-level powerhouse to help him.

However, they never expected that Mu Feng would actually have the help of a second quasi-sage powerhouse, which would defy the heavens! Yang Xingyuan, who was fighting furiously with Zilong in the void, also noticed the fighting situation on Mu Feng's side.

, the moment he discovered the brown-haired weirdo, he was completely shocked.

"This kid..." Yang Xingyuan finally understood why Mu Feng was so confident. It turned out that this guy relied on these. This made Yang Xingyuan shocked and angry, knowing that the situation was over.

The encirclement and suppression led by him this time will probably fail! The most confused person is the dozen or so eighth-level Martial Emperor masters such as Zhao Lu and Mo Hu who are surrounding Mu Feng.

They were all expecting Zhao Qi to take action and capture Mu Feng with overwhelming force, but unexpectedly, the situation was reversed.

Zhao Qi, a powerful ninth-level Martial Emperor, was unexpectedly killed in an instant without even the slightest resistance.

"King Kong, kill them all!"

Mu Feng pointed to Zhao Lu, Mo Hu, Zang Dao and more than a dozen people around him and said calmly.

King Kong nodded, held a golden stick, turned into a golden stream of light, and rushed towards the dozen or so people around him.

His speed was extremely fast, and he appeared in front of the nearest master in the blink of an eye. Before anyone arrived, the golden stick came through the air and landed hard on the master.

Pfft! This expert didn't even let out a scream. He was directly blasted into blood mist by the golden stick, and his soul was torn into pieces by this terrifying power.

"Run! Run away!"

Zhao Lu finally reacted, roared crazily, and immediately ran away in embarrassment into the distance, his face becoming ferocious due to fear.

Mo Hu and Zang Dao followed closely behind, and the rest of the people came to their senses one after another and dispersed, running away in all directions.

It is a pity that King Kong is a quasi-demon saint. Even if he is not good at speed, his speed is still many times faster than these eighth-level Martial Emperors.

I saw the King Kong in the void turning into a golden rainbow, quickly flying through the void, catching up with those who were fleeing, and then streaking over them.

With almost no pause, the fleeing masters were directly beaten to death by King Kong's stick, and no one was spared.

Soon, only Zhao Lu, Mo Hu and Zang Dao were left among the dozen masters.

The three of them were still running away wildly, but a figure stopped in front of them.

Bang! The two sides bombarded each other heavily, and then Zhao Lu, Mo Hu and Zang Dao couldn't help but froze, and they took more than ten steps back.

The figure blocking them also took more than ten steps back.

Only then did Zhao Lu and the others see clearly that the person who stopped them was none other than Mu Feng.

At this moment, Mu Feng looked stern, with a trace of teasing and sarcasm in his eyes.

"Three of you, haven't you always wanted to seek revenge on me?

This revenge has not been avenged, so why did you run away so quickly?"

Mu Feng sneered.

Zhao Lu yelled: "Mu Feng! Get out of my way."

"Yes, don't get out of the way!"

Mo Hu and Zang Dao also roared repeatedly, with anxious faces on their faces.

"Now that it's here, let's make peace with it! Why are you so anxious?"

Mu Feng said calmly.

"You bastard, get out of here!"

Zhao Lu couldn't help but stepped forward, bathed in the bright thunder, and charged towards Mu Feng.

Spiritual power, thunder and imperial territory exploded at the same time. At this moment, Zhao Lu used all his strength to repel Mu Feng with one move.

Unfortunately, just as Zhao Lu arrived in front of Mu Feng, a golden stick came across the air and landed on Zhao Lu's chest.

Poof! Zhao Luwa spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew backwards. His strong body, unable to withstand the terrifying power of the golden stick, continued to collapse, and finally his body exploded into clouds of blood mist.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Lu only had countless fragments left in the air, scattered in the air, and even his soul could not take them out.

Mo Hu and Zang Dao were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly, but their speed was still too slow.

After the golden stick instantly killed Zhao Lu, it shot towards them at an extremely fast speed.

Needless to say, the two of them naturally became the souls of the dead under the golden stick, and they could not die anymore.

"Withdraw...withdraw troops quickly!"

The tens of thousands of cavalry brought by Yang Xingyuan, Zhao Qi and others were all frightened when they saw this scene, and they had no intention of fighting.

The leading general gave the order directly and began to withdraw with his cavalry.

It's really terrible! A ninth-level Martial Emperor master like Zhao Qi died in less than three breaths.

And Zhao Lu, Mo Hu and more than a dozen eighth-level Martial Emperor masters were all annihilated in an instant. This place was simply a terrifying Asura Hell, no place for humans at all.

Roar! However, when the tens of thousands of cavalry were turning their horses and preparing to flee hastily, dozens of monsters at the front of them rebelled and began to charge towards the cavalry crazily.

Suddenly, the entire army was in chaos, and there was a tragic stampede. Many of the cavalry were directly killed by monsters on the spot.

"The situation is over..." Yang Xingyuan looked at this scene, his face turned pale, knowing that this counterattack had completely failed.

Moreover, facing the purple dragon, he found that he had always been at a disadvantage. Obviously, the purple dragon was stronger than him.

However, Yang Xingyuan is also a quasi-sage. Even if Zilong is stronger than him, it is still difficult to defeat him, let alone kill him.

After all, the Quasi-Sage is much harder to kill than the Martial Emperor! "Mu Feng! I remember you. I, Yang Xingyuan, will remember today's revenge and I will definitely repay you a hundredfold in the future!"

Yang Xingyuan's angry roar resounded in the void. Immediately, Yang Xingyuan shot away Zilong's fist, and he quickly retreated and quickly escaped into the void.

However, what shocked Yang Xingyuan was that as soon as he escaped into the void, a strange cold air surged out from the void and instantly lingered around his whole body, making it difficult for him to move and making his body stiff.

The moment Yang Xingyuan's body stiffened, a huge figure suddenly broke through in the endless dark clouds deep in the sky.

I saw a body as huge as a mountain, falling straight down, its target clearly aimed at Yang Xingyuan.

This body is completely composed of mountains. A rock head shines with scarlet light, and its limbs are as thick as rocks. It looks like an anthropomorphic mountain.


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