Naturally, the martial arts masters would not disobey Song Yan's order, and flew out one after another to jointly attack Nian Yi, Chu Huaixian, and Zhang Jiangkun.
Previously, the military army was defeated, and Nian Yi and the others knew that they had no way to recover, so they abandoned the army and fled, and then went to Misty Cliff, hoping to be protected by the God of War.
At first, the Misty Martial God ignored them at all, but on the second day when Song Yan established the Dawu Empire, the Misty Martial God personally received the three of them and accepted them as the Martial God's slaves.
This made the three of them ecstatic, and what they didn't expect was that the Misty Martial God actually offered to let them deal with Song Yan. Worried that they were not strong enough, he even sent out two of his apprentices.
Although Nian Yi and the others didn't know that the Martial God was suddenly going to interfere in the affairs of the human race, they didn't think too much about it and soon infiltrated into the Holy Capital along with the two disciples of the Misty Martial God.
And planned to take action against Song Yan after he ascended the throne.
Because at that time, Song Yan's power, fame, and life will reach their peak. Pushing him down from the peak will make him more painful and difficult to accept.
But they never dreamed that Song Yan would become so bold that he would not even care about the will of the God of War.
"Boom boom boom!"
A series of bursts of energy were heard, and under the siege of dozens of martial saints, Nian Yi and the others were beaten back and forth, and they all suffered injuries.
"Master Qingya, Master Qingsong, please save us!" Nian Yi shouted in panic.
When the two middle-aged men saw this scene, they were furious because Huang Liang dared to violate the master's will. For this reason, they could not be spared.
"Qingsong, did you take action, or did I take action?" Qingya said.
"Let me show this arrogant guy the skills of a true disciple of the Martial God!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qingsong's body suddenly rose into the sky, and immediately, an invincible sword light dozens of feet long flew down from the sky.
"Wow!"
The void was like a rag that was torn apart in an instant, creating a huge ravine.
The dozens of martial saints who were attacking Nian Yi and the others felt a life and death crisis and subconsciously stopped and retreated.
"boom!"
The cyan sword light fell on the altar. Suddenly, the entire altar cracked continuously, huge cracks appeared, and it was teetering on the edge of collapse at any time.
The dozens of martial saints all looked horrified. The power of that sword was too strong. If they had retreated just a little slower, they would have become dead souls under the sword.
Holding a blue long sword as easily as a weightless feather, it slowly landed on the altar floor.
He looked at Song Yan proudly and said disdainfully: "Huang Liang, give you another chance, kneel down and listen to the order, otherwise don't blame me for going on a killing spree!"
"I am the emperor, what qualifications does a mere martial god have to make me kneel down!"
Facing the vibration of the altar, Song Yan, who was sitting on the dragon chair, was unusually calm.
Hearing this, both the Martial Saints and the civil and military officials present suddenly changed their expressions. How could His Majesty look down upon the Martial God so much? You must know that the Martial God's strength has been beyond the scope of human beings. Even if the human race has been unified now, I am afraid it will be difficult to compete with him. The god of war resists.
When Qingsong heard that Song Yan actually added the word "trivial" in front of the God of War, his eyes couldn't help but filled with murderous intent, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Okay! Very good! You still dare to be harsh. In this case, don't blame me, Qingsong." I will do justice for heaven! Look at the sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qingsong slashed out the long sword in his hand...
"boom!"
A heart-stopping and invincible sword light appeared again, reaching above Song Yan's head in an instant.
"His Majesty!"
Seeing this scene, everyone turned pale with panic, and each martial saint flew forward, but the sword light was too fast. I am afraid that before they could rush forward, His Majesty had already been chopped into pieces by the sword light.
"I am the Son of Heaven, and my words are God's will. You, a disciple of the Martial God, dare to talk about doing justice for Heaven in front of me. What a joke!"
Just when everyone thought Song Yan was bound to die, his unhurried voice suddenly sounded, and then everyone saw an extremely shocking scene. He slowly raised his palm and faced the terrifying sword energy. One catch.
Suddenly, a huge golden palm shadow appeared in the void.
"Kakaka!"
The palm shadow wrapped up the sword energy, and then, there was a shattering sound.
The shadow of the palm is still there! The sword energy has disappeared!
"This... how is this possible? How can you block my sword?"
Qingsong looked at the golden palm shadow in great surprise. Although he did not use all his strength in the sword strike just now, the long sword in his hand was a spiritual treasure refined by his master, which could at least increase his attack power dozens of times. , didn’t you see that dozens of martial saints didn’t dare to take his sword, but the guy in front of him, who was only in the middle stage of Grand Master, easily defused his sword!
"Nothing is impossible!" Song Yan's voice sounded again: "I have said that I am the emperor and I am recognized by this world. Therefore, I represent thousands of human races. How can you, a disciple of the Martial God, hurt you?" Got it?"
"Impossible! I don't believe it! Take my sword again!"
"boom!"
Qingsong shouted and swung his sword again.
The aura of this sword light was more terrifying, more powerful, and more invincible.
At this moment, the golden palm shadow floating above Song Yan's head moved again, and he lightly grabbed the sword energy. Suddenly, the sword energy shattered inch by inch.
"Go to hell!"
Seeing that his sword energy was broken again, Qingsong frantically slashed out nine sword energy in a row. The super powerful breath seemed to smash the world to pieces!
"snort!"
A cold snort came from Song Yan's nose, and then, the golden palm shadow moved again, and with a "kaka ka" sound, all nine sword energies shattered. At the same time, the golden palm shadow suddenly slapped the green pine, with a bang, The opponent's body was thrown hundreds of meters away and landed on the ground, but a human-shaped hole was created, causing Qingsong to sink into it.
"Ah! Bastard, I'm going to kill you!"
A hysterical voice sounded, Qingsong pulled himself out of the pit, a light burst out from his body, and then he charged towards Song Yan again.
"court death!"
Song Yan narrowed his eyes, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and raised his hand to punch.
"Ang ang ang!"
The Son of Heaven follows the Dragon Fist.
When the fist came out, a dragon roar sounded in the world. The golden fist hit Qingsong's body. The light outside his body shattered instantly, and then swallowed him whole. At this moment, a super powerful force The breath rises from Qingsong's body.
"Bo!"
With a soft sound, Song Yan's golden fist force was shattered, and then, a middle-aged man wearing a green robe and an elegant face appeared above Qingsong's head, while Qingsong had already fainted!
This middle-aged man is not a real person, but a projection.
Even though it was just a projection, when he appeared, everyone except Song Yan had the feeling of kneeling down to worship, and the identity of this projection was immediately revealed - the Misty Martial God!
Author's digression: First update (to be continued)