Chapter 1599 Order Town Space, Pseudo-Saint-level thugs
Just as Zhu Tianpeng was thinking, the false saint holding the sword had already exploded.
I saw that the momentum around him was swelling, the mirror was shining brightly, and the low-level innate spiritual treasure-level long sword was entangled with the power of space. The power of the latter surged, and Zhu Tianpeng also felt a fatal threat.
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"Junior, I want you to die!"
With a low shout in his mouth, the fake saint rushed out with a sword and killed Zhu Tianpeng crazily.
Seeing this, Zhu Tianpeng's eyes flashed with anger.
So what about the laws of space? In the final analysis, they are just the top laws. He possesses the two invincible laws of destiny and order.
With a thought in his mind, he raised the Demon-Slaying Sword, and 30% of the laws of order surged out of his body, directly wrapping around the Demon-Slaying Sword.
I saw order inscriptions appearing one after another on the demon-slaying sword, and a wave of waves quietly spread out, covering an entire radius of hundreds of miles in an instant.
He swung the demon-slaying sword and collided violently with the fake saint holding the sword.
Zheng——
The swords collided, and the face of the fake saint holding the sword changed greatly.
If nothing else, the power of space gushing out of the mirror was suppressed by the law of order, and could not harm Zhu Tianpeng at all.
Not only that, Zhu Tianpeng's attacks are extremely fast and violent. The sword-wielding pseudo-sage is indeed a strong man of the older generation, but in the final analysis, he is just a product that has been eliminated by the times. He cannot stop Zhu Tianpeng's violent attacks at all.
attack.
puff--
The sword light flashed, blood bloomed, and a sword mark quietly appeared on the chest of the pseudo-sage holding the sword.
With a muffled groan, the pseudo-sage holding the sword instantly retreated tens of feet. After his body stabilized, he looked up at Zhu Tianpeng and said with disbelief on his face: "How is this possible? What ability did you use and why were you able to suppress me?"
The power of space, who are you?"
Hearing this, Zhu Tianpeng calmly glanced at the sword-wielding pseudo-sage, and said with a trace of contempt on his lips: "So what about the power of space? Under the laws of order of this emperor, everything is just a joke. I will not let you
If you use the ability, it will not be able to exert any effect."
As soon as these words came out, the hypocritical sword-wielding saint was stunned. There was only one thought in his mind: "Law of order? What is that?"
Obviously, even they who survived the ancient times knew nothing about the laws of order.
Seeing this, Zhu Tianpeng believed even more in what Yang Liu had said before. The era of the Nine Kings was older and longer than the Qing Emperor.
call out--
call out--
The sound of breaking through the air resounded, and the two false saints who had been severely injured by Zhu Tianpeng returned to the sword-wielding false saint. Looking at the sword marks on the latter's chest, a hint of horror flashed in their eyes, and they said
: "Brother, what should we do next?"
Hearing this, the hypocritical saint holding the sword smiled bitterly.
He could feel that Zhu Tianpeng had enveloped this area with his so-called law of order, and they had no possibility of escaping.
Looking at Zhu Tianpeng, the pseudo-sage holding the sword said: "Emperor Tianpeng, you win, we choose to surrender!"
As soon as these words came out, the two false saints beside him were shocked. They couldn't believe that their elder brother would say such words, and they opened their mouths to say something.
However, before they could speak, the hypocritical sword-wielding saint took the lead and said, "Second brother, third brother, give up. The law of order is too weird. Even my power of space has been suppressed. There is no possibility for us to escape!"
After saying that, the pseudo-sage holding the sword looked at Zhu Tianpeng and said: "Emperor Tianpeng, do you dare to take us in?"
Hearing this, Zhu Tianpeng was sure that he had heard correctly. Suddenly, a knowing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
For nothing else, there were pseudo-holy thugs, and there were three of them at once. How could he be unhappy?
But soon, Zhu Tianpeng suppressed his inner emotions, looked at the three of them seriously and said: "But, you rejected me before, but now you are not at ease when you submit to me, so be it, you will give your
Hand over part of your natal soul."
Hearing this, the three false saints were furious.
If you hand over your natal soul, doesn't it mean that your life will be completely controlled by Zhu Tianpeng, and your life and death will depend on the other person's thoughts.
How could they agree to such a thing?
However, before the three of them could refuse, Zhu Tianpeng directly took out the Four Zhuxian Swords. As the power of the four swords exploded, Zhu Tianpeng said: "Of course, you can also choose to refuse, but for those who do not give me face,
, this emperor will never let him have an easy time."
As he spoke, murderous aura surged around Zhu Tianpeng's body, and coupled with his sinister face, the meaning was obvious, failure to surrender would lead to death.
Seeing this situation, the three false saints fell silent.
They don't want to hand over their natal soul and make themselves passive, but they are even more unwilling to die.
After all, they are existences that have survived from ancient times, and they have a greater resistance to death than ordinary people. This is the heart of the losers of an era. They no longer have the courage to advance like monks, but only have peace and tranquility.
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If it weren't for the Four Swords of Zhu Xian being too tempting, if the three of them weren't confident enough in their own strength, and if it weren't for the fact that Zhu Tianpeng hadn't yet reached the level of pseudo-sage, the three of them would never have taken the risk based on their personalities.
In such a depressing atmosphere, the expressions of the three false saints changed.
After a long time, the third child among them said with a rather unwilling expression: "Brother, let's not fight with him!"
These words did not arouse the approval of the Sword-wielding False Saint and the Gun-wielding False Saint. After they shook their heads, they looked up at Zhu Tianpeng and said, "Emperor Tianpeng, we can surrender, or we can hand over our natal soul, but
You must swear to give us enough respect, and as your troops, we can fight for you, but in a certain death situation, we can choose to refuse."
Upon hearing this, Zhu Tianpeng took a deep look at the three of them.
It has to be said that the conditions of these three false saints are not conditions at all, and Zhu Tianpeng is not the kind of person who would burn bridges by crossing rivers.
However, the three of them are obviously afraid of death, and it will not be easy to control them in the future. Therefore, they must obtain their natal souls. Only in this way can they be firmly controlled.
Thinking of this, Zhu Tianpeng said, "Yes, but if you disobey this emperor's orders or do some tricks secretly, I will never be merciful."
As soon as these words came out, the three false saints all breathed a sigh of relief.
Zhu Tianpeng agreed to their conditions. Although he still had to hand over his natal soul, he at least maintained his dignity and only freedom.
After looking at each other, the three pseudo-sages raised their heads in unison, gritted their teeth and immediately took out a natal soul, and handed it to Zhu Tianpeng with great reluctance.
Reaching out to grab the three natal souls, Zhu Tianpeng directly suppressed and refined them with extremely powerful souls without saying a word.
Immediately, the three false saints spurted blood from their mouths, obviously seriously injured.
Seeing this situation, Zhu Tianpeng nodded. After making sure that the three of them were not playing tricks on him, he put away the Law of Order and said: "Okay, since you have surrendered to this emperor, now let's put your
Tell me the name and the story once again!"
Hearing this, the three false saints looked at each other, and then started to talk with ugly expressions!