Chapter 223 The Picture of the Seven Realms Warriors Yu He
"Zu Canglan, as expected of you, you are already in such a desolate state, but you still look so proud."
Zu Xubin smiled, his eyes as sharp as swords, with undisguised murderous intent surging in them.
Zu Canglan lowered his head and looked at himself. He was wearing a brocade robe, his hair was tied up with a jade crown, and his energy and blood were boiling.
He knew that the "down and out" in the other person's words did not refer to these, but to his broken Dantian and this body that had no cultivation.
Zu Canglan looked calm and replied: "You have changed a lot. Before, you never dared to talk to me like this. Even if you are born with a holy body, don't you still have to lower your head and take a detour every time you see me?"
Zu Canglan sneered, "My foster father once said that when a tiger falls in Pingyang, it will be bullied by a dog. I, Zu Canglan, dare not call myself a tiger, but you, Zu Xubin, are a real dog!"
Hearing this, Zu Xubin's face suddenly darkened, it was cold and terrifying, and the eyes that looked at Zu Canglan were full of cold light and murderous intent, as if they wanted to eat people.
Zu Canglan's words seemed to bring back unbearable memories that had long been buried in the depths of his mind.
During those painful years, even though he was born with a holy body and had unparalleled talents, he would still be suppressed to the point of being completely bruised by the blazing sun of the Demon-Sealed Heavenly Sect.
"You bastard! Who do you think you are? How dare you be so presumptuous to the young sect leader!"
"Behead!"
Sonorous.
The nine maids behind Zu Xubin had cold expressions. One of the maids opened her eyes angrily. After scolding her coldly, she unsheathed the long sword in her hand. The sword energy was so high that a ray of sword light tore through the void and slashed directly at Zu Cang.
Lan.
Feeling his cultivation, he turned out to be a ninth-level ancient emperor!
In an instant, Zu Canglan's hair stood on end, and a strong crisis surged into his heart.
At this moment, a cold figure appeared next to the boy, holding a sword, with a beautiful and cold face and an outstanding posture.
She just stood there quietly, as if she was the Sword God.
In an instant, the wisp of sword light that was struck stopped and dissipated, and even the torrential sword energy that connected heaven and earth disappeared without a trace in an instant. www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm
Seeing this, the maid was shocked. She waved the sword in her hand and was about to cut it down again. Su Qingyao looked calmly.
With just one glance, the royal sword in the maid's hand was shattered into pieces. Even the swordsmanship in her heart quickly fell into silence as if it was suppressed by some kind, unable to be used.
She couldn't help but look horrified.
"The avenue suppresses."
Zu Xubin looked at Su Qingyao, with a flash of surprise in his gloomy eyes, and said slowly.
Yu Hetu also walked to the edge of the cliff and said indifferently: "Isn't it good to kill people so openly in my Ziwei Dao Palace?"
Zu Xubin said quietly: "This is a family matter of my Feng Mo Tian Sect. I hope Ziwei Taoist Palace will not meddle in other matters."
The young man's tone was solemn: "I still say what I said, hand over Zu Canglan and Zu Xiaorong, and we will retreat immediately.
"otherwise..."
Zu Xubin looked cold and murderous, "If our Tianzong demon-slayer army comes here, the eternal foundation of Ziwei Taoist Palace will probably be destroyed."
He said word by word: "Leave no chickens or dogs!"
After the words fell, Ziwei Tiancheng was in an uproar again. The demon-killing army was the most elite force of the Demon-Sealing Tianzong. They guarded the border all year round and had gone through hundreds of battles.
What are the identities of Zu Canglan and Zu Xiaorong, and why are they able to make the Demon-Sealing Heavenly Sect so violently at war?
For the sake of two traitors, he did not hesitate to mobilize the demon-killing army to start an all-out war with Ziwei Taoist Palace?
It’s so crazy!
Hearing this, Yu Hetu smiled slightly and said calmly: "I don't know what will happen in the future, but today, you can't leave."
boom!
In an instant, Ziwei's Imperial Qi surged into the air, and Yu Hetu leapt high into the sky, heading straight for the central warship like a bright stream of light with murderous intent.
Zu Xubin was still lying on his side on the soft couch, his face calm and unafraid.
Among more than a dozen giant warships, a powerful man strolled out with overwhelming momentum.
There are many people with the lowest cultivation level who are in the realm of seventh-level upper emperors, and even ninth-level ancient emperors and even peak martial emperors.
Waves of tyrannical power poured out like swimming dragons, shattering the void and blasting towards the Yuhetu.
Xiaocheng Ziwei's imperial body awakens in an instant, divine light ripples, and Ziwei's imperial energy surges across the world, like a tiger roaring, shaking the sky, and resisting all the power.
Yu Hetu cultivated his body but not the Taoism. Although he had no cultivation, he was a seven-level martial artist who was ten to ten.
Martial arts are divided into realms one to nine, which correspond to the nine realms of cultivation.
However, each of the martial arts realms is not as detailed as the monastic realm.
The Seventh Realm martial artist corresponds to the Imperial Realm, but there are no lower emperors, middle emperors, upper emperors, etc. in the imperial realm. They are judged based on their own physical constitution.
The Seventh Realm is the Seventh Realm. Even the most ordinary martial artist can compete with the upper emperor as soon as he enters the Seventh Realm.
This is the horror of martial arts. Although it is extremely difficult and painful to practice, the difficulty of practice is far more than a hundred times that of other systems. Every realm is full of obstacles.
But its argumentative power is within the same realm, and it can be called the best of all the cultivation systems in Dahuang!
As for Yu Hetu, a seven-level warrior with Xiaocheng Ziwei's imperial body, in the imperial realm, who can fight him except the peerless emperor or even the invincible emperor?
In terms of combat power, Yu Hetu has now surpassed many of the older generations of powerful men in Ziwei Taoist Palace, dominating the entire generation.
boom!
Yu Hetu punched out, and Ziwei's imperial aura swept up the sky, creating thousands of fist shadows, like a brilliant purple-red meteor shower that suppressed the sky.
Wherever it passed, no one could withstand the punch of the superior emperor, ancient emperor, or even the peak martial emperor. They all fell and stained the blue sky with blood!
Zu Xubin's eyes froze, he sat up straight, stared at the seemingly invincible man, and waved his right hand lightly.
In the central warship, one after another more terrifying powerful men slowly walked out, and the powerful and turbulent aura crushed every inch of the sky.
They stood in various places on the central warship, like a majestic mountain, calmly watching the Yuhetu that swept by like a stream of light.