Chapter 2160 The last king of this boundless continent
Immediately, Li Chengxue and the others stepped on the road to the sky, stepping on thunder and letting the light and electricity burst into flames.
They did not rush to the peak of martial arts like those warriors, but distributed the weapons sent by Qingfeng Sect.
Most of the warriors' weapons have been eroded by the air of the void and are as brittle as tissue paper, making them vulnerable to a single blow.
Although the weapons forged by the Qingfeng Sect are not magical weapons, they are still sharp and strong.
The soldiers rushed forward and took over the Qingfeng faction's weapons halfway, and their fighting spirit became even higher.
The flags they carried were swaying in the thundering wind.
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On the four sides of the martial arts peak, more than a dozen hidden families surrounded this place.
Wei Meng walked out with the maid from the demon princess in the upper world.
Before heading to the martial arts peak, Wei Meng glanced sideways, glanced at his subordinates coldly, and asked in a low voice: "Huangfu Xiaoxiao, is he missing?"
The subordinate bowed his head and replied: "The stranger we left underground to take care of General Huangfu has also disappeared. As for General Huangfu, it is as if he has disappeared from the world without a trace."
"I understand." Wei Meng's expression was as cold as ice, his eyes were covered with a thin layer of autumn frost, and he turned to ask: "Has the origin blood been found?"
"Not yet." The subordinate said: "But what we know is that the original blood used to activate the Great Burning Sound Technique is in the Lingtian Department, one of the five departments in the Imperial Domain!"
"Keep looking. If you can't find it, I'll see you later."
"yes."
Having learned from past mistakes, Wei Meng must of course be wary of the emergence of the Great Burning Sound Technique.
It was because of Xuannv's rebellion that the Great Burning Sound Technique ended in failure.
Otherwise, the void will not be able to take away the sun from the continent, and the Imperial Domain will achieve final victory.
The blood of the origin is the "formation eye" lost after the failure of the Great Burning Sound Technique.
If the Great Burning Sound Technique is regarded as a formation, the blood of the origin is the central formation eye that is indispensable.
The storm at the top of the martial arts peak is so terrifying, like the scenery of the Nine Nether Hells.
The hurricane made everyone's faces hurt.
Wei Meng looked at the "dead people" sitting cross-legged around the big monument at the Martial Arts Summit, and a cold and disdainful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under the half-mask.
Most of those in front of her are old acquaintances who fought against her ninety thousand years ago.
such a pity.
These ungrateful warrior gods were reduced to corpses.
And she is the king of the Smiling Proud Emperor Realm and the Void.
He is the last king of this boundless continent.
"Dream King."
The Shangguan clan leader's cheeks were filled with a flattering smile. Wearing a green python robe, he knelt down to Wei Meng and raised his hands. "We can destroy the martial arts summit at any time as long as King Meng gives the order."
"This world belongs to King Meng. Once the martial arts peak is destroyed, King Meng will dominate the imperial domain and it will be just around the corner." Leng Rugang, the leader of the Leng family, said.
Suddenly.
The sound of thunder, the light of lightning.
Like the blazing sun shining in the dark night.
"Boom! Boom boom boom!"
Then I heard the sound of the imperial drum, which was deafening, and my eardrums seemed to be shattered.
"Damn it!" Zhuge Feng, the head of the Zhuge family, one of the hidden clans, shouted in shock: "How dare these damn and stupid warriors provoke King Meng?"
Wei Meng raised his eyebrows and sneered, "You are not overestimating your capabilities."
Fifteen hidden clans.
Each clan has twenty Martial God Realm masters.
In Dawn City, there are no less than a thousand strangers who are star-level Martial Gods.
Ye Chuyue, why are you fighting with her?
She lurked in the void and hid in the night, waiting for ninety thousand years and working hard for ninety thousand years.
The so-called Emperor of Chu did not grow up for 90,000 years. He was just a wild girl around 20 years old, not even comparable to the worthless grass on the ground.
"kill!"
Wei Meng waved his hand, and the gates of Dawn City were opened wide, and fifty thousand high-level strangers rushed out. Calculated into martial arts realm, each of them was half a step into the Martial God realm.
In addition, there are 100,000 intermediate-level strangers in the Martial Emperor realm.
The star-level aliens stayed in the city to watch, but no one came out.
Fighting broke out on the battlefield.
The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword.
Blood splattered into the sky.
"hiss!"
The Shangguan patriarch punched a young man in the abdomen. The punch shattered all the bones in the young man's body, and the young man's eyes almost popped out.
Under the fist of the Shangguan clan leader, he stared and said hoarsely and hard: "The Emperor... the Emperor has died without regrets for hundreds of years."
Leng Rugang, the head of the Leng family, chopped off the heads of more than a dozen people with one knife.
Blood splattered on his snow-white robe.
He held his head, looked down, and said with a smile: "Does this count as red plum blossoms in the snow, but it has a different flavor."
"Brother Leng, you can't do it."
Zhuge Feng killed thirty people in half with one shot, "It's not as good as before."
"This is just the beginning, why are you anxious?" Leng Rugang laughed, "If you want to play, let's play a big one. How will the loser be calculated? If you lose, use your concubines and your little daughter as your
How about betting on someone cold?"
"No problem." Zhuge Feng said: "If you lose, your wife will be left behind."
"Then, let's get started." Leng Rugang's eyes were astonishing as he entered the battlefield and killed everyone he saw.
Every time you kill someone, you will take out the fragment of the other person's soul and tie it to your belt.
It was a trophy that made him proud.
"What are they doing?" Li Chengxue asked.
"Slaughter game." Li Lingzhu's eyes turned red: "Are they still human beings? They rely on the number of slaughters to treat them as a game and a bet. It's not an exaggeration to say they are animals."
Lu Chongjing roared angrily, "Damn it, damn it, they deserve it. How vicious can they be to do such a cruel and inhumane thing?"
Although they had seen sinister human hearts in the sect's land, they had never seen such a dark and rotten heart.
This group of animals has no regard for martial arts, no respect for life, and even enjoys it. To use the word disgusting to describe them is to praise them.
One hundred hidden warriors competed against three hundred warrior warriors from their clans.
It is the strength of a mantis acting as a chariot.
But it is the will of the volcano.
Golden light shuttled through the battlefield around the martial arts peak.
Chu Yue was wearing a cold light battle armor, and she slashed the high-level alien with her country-protecting sword in half. Her other hand penetrated directly into the alien's chest and crushed the ghost-beast inner elixir in the alien's body.
The inner elixir shattered, and the stranger disappeared into thin air.
If the inner elixir is intact, even if it is cut in half, the severed alien body will still grow back from the flesh and blood.
Golden armor, stained with red blood.
She stood in the wind and looked back, seeing the corpses of Imperial Domain warriors piled up densely.
Even so, there are still countless Imperial Domain warriors coming one after another.
Ten star-level strangers in the Martial God Realm surrounded Chu Yue.
"Click, click."
Chu Yue raised her eyes and looked.
Leng Rugang and Zhuge Feng, one after the other, stabbed into the body of Shen Jingchang, one of the hidden strong men, with one sword after another.
Shen Jingchang vomited blood, his eyes were about to burst, and he shouted hoarsely with all his strength: "Shen... Shen... Jingchang is willing to follow Emperor Chu... to die... to die in martial arts."
"Stab it."
Leng Rugang and both of them drew their swords together.
From the two holes in Shen Jingchang's body, blood gushed out like a fountain, spurting wildly outwards.
Chu Yue's pupils tightened, and her hand gripped the handle of the knife so hard that her finger bones seemed to break.
The murderous intent of the ten star-level strangers covered her like a dragnet, seeming to entangle her into a cicada chrysalis that was about to suffocate to death.
"You guys...go to hell!" Chu Yue roared angrily and rushed out of the murderous Cicada Chrysalis' cage with the Divine Sword that protects the country. She fought with ten strangers in the same situation as herself as if she didn't care about her life, and her wounds were torn apart.
The opponent's skin and flesh were torn apart, and it was no longer possible to tell whether the blood mist in the wind came from him or from the opponent.
But at this time, what no one saw was that the blood surging with the storm dyed the martial arts peak red.
The monument on the Martial Arts Summit is becoming more and more... red...