The old man in green looked at Xuanyuan Zhantian on the horse and shouted angrily: "Xuanyuan Zhantian, what do you want to do? [First published on Wandou Literature Network★..]"
"What are you doing?" Xuanyuan Zhantian on the horseback snorted coldly, his face looked a little pale, and it was obvious that the old man's slap just now did not feel good.
"I just can't stand the fact that you bully the younger ones. Even at such a young age, you still try to deal with a junior several times. What's even more funny is that you haven't succeeded yet. I even blush for you."
The old man's face turned green, and he looked at Xuanyuan Zhantian with an evil look, and said in a cold voice: "Didn't the people from Dragon God Palace tell you that this kid killed four of my princes from the four major families in Beihai, and the Beihai Alliance will never let him go. He left."
Xuanyuan Zhantian sneered and said: "You are so embarrassed to say it. The four princes were killed by one person, which is a waste. What qualifications does such a waste have to be in charge of the North Sea Alliance? He will be killed."
"You..." The old man in green pointed at Xuanyuan Zhantian, and he was so angry that he could hardly speak. "I won't bother you. I just want to ask, are you trying to stop me now as the young master of Dragon God Palace?" ?”
Xuanyuan Zhantian waved Fangtian's halberd in a circle and said with a smile: "Why bother using the Dragon God Palace to suppress me? I am who I am. I just can't stand you bullying the small ones with your big one. If you want to take action, just come forward and give it a try."
"Haha, I have long heard that the Little Dragon King of the East China Sea is arrogant and ignorant. Today I have learned a lesson. I will let you know the difference between the Martial Emperor and the Martial King."
The old man in green clothes laughed angrily and stood with his hands behind his back, murderous intent slowly brewing in his eyes.
Boom, boom, boom!
Seven young warriors wearing silver armor walked out from the crowd. They were the Seven Heroes of the West Sea. The leader looked at the old man in green and sneered: "What a majestic person. He only reached the realm of a low-grade martial emperor at the age of sixty or seventy. You have the nerve to show off, but we, the Seven Heroes of the West Sea, want to see what kind of Martial Emperor you are."
"The fight between the younger generation has always been a matter of life and death. The older generation is not allowed to interfere. We, the Four Heroes of the South China Sea, also want to see how capable you are."
Four more romantic and handsome young men and women walked out from the crowd and looked at the old man in green with burning eyes.
The expression on Xiao Chen's face seemed a little surprised. Xuanyuan Zhantian, the Four Heroes of the South China Sea, and the Seven Heroes of the West Sea would actually help him like this at a critical moment.
The sudden reversal also made other warriors seem a little surprised, but after thinking about it, they understood.
Nowadays, times have changed, and the younger generation of talented warriors all have their own common position. In this era, if the older generation of warriors does not follow the rules, they must take action to let them understand what kind of era it is now.
The strength Xiao Chen showed strongly proved that he was also a talented warrior. If he died like this, other talented warriors would feel sorry.
The old man in green turned his eyes around the group of people. His aura suddenly exploded, causing everyone to take a step back slightly. He said coldly: "Is it useful to have more people?"
There is an insurmountable gap between the Martial Emperor and the Martial King. If so many half-step Martial Emperors are put together, they may not be the opponent of the old man.
When Xiao Chen was in the realm of a high-grade Martial Lord, he could kill a low-grade Martial King, or he could leave calmly in the hands of a middle-grade Martial King.
But when it comes to the realm of the Martial Emperor, it is completely different. There is a thin line between heaven and earth. Even a low-grade Martial Emperor can defeat any talented warrior without any pressure.
The changes brought about by condensing the vitality into true essence are beyond the realm of the Martial King to understand.
"And me?"
Just when everyone felt a huge pressure, a faint shout was heard in the air. The voice was not loud, but as sharp as a sword.
Accompanied by this voice, a sharp sword intent came slowly from the horizon, and instantly pushed the old man in green mercilessly away.
Buzz!
The two momentums collided in the air, and there were sounds of killing in the air. It seemed that there were thousands of armies and horses fighting against each other, and the sounds of killing were heard endlessly.
The aura belonging to the old man in green was retreating steadily, and was finally completely suppressed back into his body. The young talents in the endless sea in all directions suddenly felt that the pressure disappeared and they felt a lot more relaxed.
Looking up, he saw a figure holding a long knife in mid-air, drawing a long bloody line behind him, dancing up and down in the wind.
The man raised his head slightly, and the bloody lines behind him quickly retracted from his body, poured into the blade, and struck directly at the old man in green.
Tsk!
The bloody sword light turned into a wisp of sword energy from the blade and shot out. Wherever the sword energy passed, the void was split in half, leaving a dark gap.
"Sword Intent, this is a Martial Emperor-level swordsman!"
The expression of the old man in green changed greatly, and his eyes looked panicked. He waved out two raging storms, quickly raised his legs and ran as fast as lightning.
"Can you run away?" The swordsman smiled slightly and tore the void with a casual sword. The two storms were torn into pieces like a picture scroll.
The blood flashed, and the swordsman was faster than the old man in green, and he quickly caught up with the opponent.
The old man in green turned around helplessly, and the two stood up facing each other quickly in the air. The speed was so fast that others could only see two blurry afterimages.
Cracks spread out in the air, and the entire void was torn apart by the battle between the two. There were cracks in the dark space everywhere.
Occasionally, an unlucky warrior was swept by the crack and was torn in half by the crack without the slightest chance to react. Everyone turned pale with fright and fled away.
boom!
A green figure spat out a mouthful of blood and fell from the air. There were horrific stab wounds all over his body, and blood flowed from the wounds, dyeing his green shirt crimson.
The swordsman stood proudly in mid-air, his blade trembling as he looked coldly at the old man in green on the ground.
"hateful!"
The old man in green cursed, gave Xiao Chen a resentful look, got up and ran away in embarrassment from behind with great reluctance.
The air swordsman glanced at the fleeing old man in green and did not pursue him. The blade flashed and a line of blood shot out.
The old man in green clothes who was still running suddenly fell down, and there was a blood hole between his eyebrows, and blood surged wildly.
The swordsman flashed and landed next to Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen cupped his hands and said, "Thank you so much, Brother Sun."
The person who came was Sun Guangquan, the blood swordsman. He had been practicing on Nirvana Island until now, and finally broke through the bottleneck and was promoted to the Martial Emperor. The title of Banbu Wu Emperor, the first person, has been cut off from him ever since. Sun Guangquan, the Blood Swordsman, is reborn from the ashes and will once again be famous throughout the ages as the Wu Emperor.
Sun Guangquan put away the knife, smiled slightly and said: "Brother, you are welcome, I will take you away."
A sharp edge overflowed from his words, making people feel infinitely confident. If he said he could take you away, he would take you away, and no one could stop him.
Xiao Chen looked back and saw Xuanyuan Zhantian on horseback. He looked at each other and then scanned the leaders of the endless sea in all directions.
Without saying anything, he took Leng Yue and left here with Sun Guangquan.
Wu Xie, the leader of the Seven Heroes of the West Sea, looked at Xiao Chen and others leaving and chuckled softly: "Xuanyuan Zhantian, do you regret it? The people you let go may make you unable to stop in the next Five Kingdoms Tournament. forward."
Xuanyuan Zhantian rode the Dragon Emperor Horse, turned around and said calmly: "Haha, if you really think so, as my opponent to dominate the endless sea in the future, I can only say that it is too boring."
The leader of the Four Heroes of the South China Sea raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked at Xuanyuan Zhantian who was riding away, and said with a smile: "Wu Xie, this guy is as arrogant as ever, and he doesn't take you and me seriously at all."
Wu Xie shrugged disapprovingly and said: "He has arrogance. If he can really defeat the Black Dragon Society, it will be okay for the seven major sects in the West Sea to submit to him."
Three days later, on a small island, this place was completely out of the control of the Black Dragon Society and Dragon God Palace.
Sun Guangquan said to Xiao Chen: "I'll send you here. I want to take a step first and go to the ancient place to do something."
Xiao Chen nodded to express his understanding. He wanted to go back to Qin and Sun Guangquan wanted to go back to Chu. The two of them had different directions and couldn't go together.
After Sun Guangquan left, Xiao Chen took out the soul blood jade on his chest, threw it to Leng Yue and said, "As agreed, you can leave!"
Leng Yue was slightly surprised when she heard this, but did not rush to take the soul blood jade and said: "If you really let me go, you don't want to know my true identity."
Xiao Chen increased his strength and forced the soul-blood jade floating in the air into Leng Yue's hands, and said with a smile: "What does it have to do with me, I only know that you are Leng Yue."
"Let's go. See you again in the future."
Xiao Chen waved his hand and walked away without looking back. After a long time, he disappeared from Leng Yue's sight.