"The light of rice grains dares to compete with the sun and the moon!" Po Cang was not at all surprised when he saw the Shenwu Samurai behind Mu Hanyan and the other three, but just sneered contemptuously.
"Boom!" In the void, a group of colorful light and shadow suddenly exploded. The static void turbulence was instantly shattered, but a more powerful turbulence storm was set off.
The three of them, Mu Hanyan and the Lord God, were thrown into the air like dead leaves in a storm, rolling endlessly in the turbulent current.
After much difficulty, the three of them struggled to stabilize their figure, and looked at Po Cang again, all of them were shocked.
At this time, the faces of the three of them were all pale, with bright red blood slowly oozing from the corners of their mouths, and the Shenwu Samurai Soul behind them was obviously somewhat illusory.
One move, just one move, three of the top powerhouses in the Holy Continent—powerhouses who had already stepped into the realm of martial arts, were injured by Po Cang's sword like this.
But Po Cang on the opposite side was completely unscathed, and even his expression didn't change at all.
This is the strength of the Demon Lord Po Cang, which is definitely not comparable to Mie Qianhen Futian and others.
"As expected of the former God Emperor and Holy Emperor, he can recover to such strength in such a low-level plane, but you think that with just you and these two ants, you can stop my demon Jun Po Cang?" Po Cang said proudly, holding the magic knife in his hand, approaching Mu Hanyan and others step by step.
If Mie Qianhen and the others were replaced, at this time, perhaps at the cost of surrender, he would leave a way out for the Holy Lord, but he didn't even bother to say such things, because he was a demon king with a status The pride of the Demon Lord, unless the Lord of God voluntarily submits to him, how could he say anything to the ants in his eyes.
The three of Mu Hanyan looked at each other, and they all saw the helplessness in each other's eyes. What Po Cang said was extremely arrogant and arrogant, but they couldn't admit that he did have the qualifications to be arrogant and the confidence to be arrogant.
However, after all, two of the three are the real masters of the Holy Land, and one is the former God Emperor and Holy Emperor, and they will never lose their fighting spirit because of this. On the contrary, Po Cang's arrogance and contempt completely aroused them Fighting will, as the strongest in the sacred land, they also have their own pride.
"Shengwei, god!" The Holy Master suppressed the wounded, and flew up again.
"God rises, god dies!" The god master formed a seal with one hand, and danced the sword in the sky.
"Ba Huang, Shen Yun!" Mu Hanyan also made a move at the same time.
"Looking for death! With such strength, how dare you repeatedly challenge the majesty of my demon king!" Po Cang shouted angrily, and slashed out again.
It was nothing more than Mu Hanyan making a move. Even the two ants in his eyes, the Holy Lord and the Divine Lord, dared to attack again when they knew they were invincible. From Po Cang's point of view, this was clearly a sign of the majesty of his demon king. provocative. In anger, a martial soul who was almost exactly the same height as his real body appeared behind him, and at the same time cut out a long knife.
All around, the expressions of Feng Qingyu, Huayue, Mu Beichen, Lu Nianxin, Luo Shuiyi and others changed drastically.
In the previous strike, Po Cang obviously had the upper hand without using all his strength. This time, under his anger, he actually sacrificed the Shenwu Samurai Soul, and this Shenwu Soul Samurai was almost the same as the deity. Can the three of Han Yan resist? The moment the knife fell was likely to be the moment when Mu Hanyan, the divine master, and the holy master were completely wiped out.
Their hands tightly clenched the hilts of their swords, exhausting all their strength and concentrating all their divine thoughts, but under the pressure of Po Cang's divine power, they were still unable to make a move.
"Alas..." At this moment, a soft sigh came from everyone's ears.
This sigh is so desolate and so far away, as if it has passed through hundreds of millions of years of time and space, and has gone through the vicissitudes of thousands of generations, but it seems to sound from the bottom of my heart, with endless joys and sorrows of life and death. All the joys and sorrows.
In that sigh, the Shenwu Samurai behind Po Cang was shocked, as if petrified.
"Heaven and earth, seal the demon!"
"Feng Wu, Ba Dao!"
"Huntian, sword array!"
"Lei Yin, sword swing!"
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At this moment, Feng Qingyu and others were surprised to find that Po Cang's powerful pressure of divine power had lost its effectiveness, and the long sword and broadsword that had been stored for a long time almost instinctively slashed towards Po Cang.
In an instant, countless sword glows streaked across the void, facing the Shattered Void Saber.
Amidst the loud bang, thousands of starlights sprinkled into the void, shining like stars.
With Po Cang as the center, a powerful turbulent storm churned and turbulent, and Mu Hanyan, the divine master, and Feng Qingyu Lu Nianxin and others were once again swept away by the turbulent storm.
But this time, Po Cang was also unsteady on his footing, he backed up several tens of feet before stabilizing his body. Looking closely, there were tiny cracks in the dark gold armor on his body.
The most astonishing thing is that his Shenwu Soul Samurai still maintains the posture of holding the long knife high, standing still on the spot like petrified, motionless.
How is this going? Mu Hanyan and the others couldn't help but look at the soul of the martial arts warrior in doubt.
They knew very well that if it hadn't been for the sudden standstill just now, with their strength, even if everyone joined forces, they would never be the opponent of Po Cang. However, isn't Shenwu Samurai Soul condensed from the deity's divine thoughts? How could it stop suddenly without being controlled by Po Cang
Soon, they had an answer.
"The sigh of the gods and demons is the sigh of the gods and demons!" Behind Po Cang, a strong martial artist said tremblingly, with extreme awe in his eyes.
"Zhan Yuan, so it's you!" Po Cang cast his eyes on the Holy Continent, as if penetrating thousands of miles of sky.
It was only then that Mu Hanyan and the others realized that it was Zhan Yuan who made the move, and then controlled Po Cang's Shenwu Samurai Soul and saved their lives.
In the ancient wasteland, Zhan Yuan looked up, as if he had seen through the sky, and looked directly at Po Cang.
"Go, kill him!" Po Cang waved his arm, pointed to the sacred continent below, and ordered several subordinates.
"Yes, my lord!" Although several people were in awe of Zhan Yuan, they did not dare to disobey Po Cang's order, and flew towards the sacred continent at the same time.
"Stop them!" Mu Hanyan took the lead in attacking those powerful warriors.
She knows Zhan Yuan's situation best. Although she doesn't know how he used the sigh of the gods and demons to imprison Po Cang's martial soul, but she can be sure that in such a short period of time, it is absolutely impossible for Zhan Yuan to To restore strength, there is only one way to die in the face of these powerful warriors.
As soon as Zhan Yuan died, Po Cang's martial soul could no longer be restrained, and at that time, no one would be his opponent.
And relying on the sword masters and soul priests stationed on the edge of the continent and the void alone, it may be difficult to stop these powerful fighters.
The Divine Lord and the others were also very aware of this point, and as soon as Mu Hanyan finished speaking, he attacked the few martial arts experts at the same time.
It's a pity, with Po Cang here, how could it be possible for them to get their wish!