martial arts mythology system

Chapter 599 God and Demon

As the streamer of heaven and earth, a pure energy like fire and electricity galloped across the border between Zhongzhou and Xiwulin to the depths of Xiwulin like a meteor passing through the sky.

Wherever it passed, the situation changed, and the beasts below were panicked.

The rebel king flew in the air, his figure cut through the sky and formed a strong explosion.

His mind was full of images of the heroes of the world attacking him just now, and the disdainful smile flashed across the corner of the rebel's mouth... What kind of heroes are the heroes of the world, after all, they are only driven by profit.

"Hmph... When I unify the Western Martial Arts, it will be the time for you people to die!"

Murmured to himself when he rebelled against the Qijun Yukong.

However, just after Rebel Qijun finished speaking, he felt the hairs all over his body stand on end, and a strong sense of urgency surged up, making the hero of Xiwu Lin choose to dodge urgently.

Moving in the air, Rebel Jun moved five hundred feet horizontally, almost by a hair's breadth, and a dark green arrow stream came from behind and grazed the edge of Rebel's body.

The arrow flew high into the sky, and before Rebel had time to react, he felt another sense of oppression.

A peerless figure in a black and white feather cloak flashed here, and raising his palm was a peerless move.

"Shooting Demons and You Shengzhen Martial Arts Sutra - Smashing Demons!"

Han Feng integrated the moves of martial arts from all over the world to transform into a figure with loose hair, stepping on the true shape of basaltic martial arts, and swaying the supreme divine power.

Han Feng, who has integrated all kinds of peerless skills, has already surpassed the current state of cultivation and reached the transcendent and unworldly realm.

The slamming palm hit Rebel Qijun on the back of his vest before he could react.

In order to dodge the dark green arrow, Rebel Qijun had a short period of freezing, which was too short to blink, but Han Feng seized this time and violently released his own skills.

True Qi with different attributes surged across the sky, and Rebel's figure fell forward uncontrollably, like a comet hitting the ground in front of him.

The ground of Xiwulin is mostly deserted and Gobi. The falling figure of Rebel Qijun stirred up sand and dust on the ground, making people unable to see for a while.

Han Feng and Dimeng Xinghang landed slowly from the sky side by side, their expressions were as indifferent as carved out of a mold.

"Lord Butian Peak really deserves to be the world's fortune teller. He can accurately calculate the dodge direction of a strong man like Rebel Qijun. Zhenwu really admires it." Han Feng praised Dimeng Xinghang expressionlessly, but this picture The expressions make people feel like they are reading a text.

Dimeng Xinghang's indifferent expression changed, and he shook his head with a smile: "It's still Dijun Han who has profound skills, and can grasp this moment and instantly severely injure the world's top player like Rebel Qijun."

As he said that, Dimeng Xinghang swept the feather fan in his hand, and the smoke and dust cleared away in front of him, revealing the slightly embarrassed figure of Rebel Qi Jun.

The figure bent slightly, the helmet with horns was knocked down in front of him, blood oozes from the corner of his mouth, and there is a bit of arrogance and arrogance in his eyes.

"Emperor Zhenwu... Peak Master Butian... Even Jiang Qinglou can't stop the two of you?"

Rebel Qi Jun spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground as he spoke, bent down to pick up the helmet in front of him, and put it back on his own head.

The hero of the Western Martial Arts is quite burly, and at this time, with the sunset in the desert as the background, he really shows the aura of a hero.

Dimeng Xinghang looked at the posture of Rebel Qijun, squinted his eyes with a smile, and said again: "Jiang Shengjun is indeed the strongest in the world today, but it may not be able to retain more than ten top experts in the world, Di Meng And Han Dijun is good at some unique evasion methods, and he happened to be able to escape Jiang Shengjun's obstruction, which made the Rebel Lord laugh."

"Hahahahaha! I'm really laughing!" Rebel Jun laughed loudly as he spoke, his body was like a violent volcano erupting, and his eyes looked straight at Han Feng and Dimeng Xinghang like sharp swords, "Then You two should experience your ability beyond escape!"

As soon as the words fell, Rebel Jun tightly grasped the dark magical energy with both palms, arousing the powerful magical power of heaven and earth, blasting out a column of dark magical energy.

This energy column is not the magic of the righteous way... but the magic of the gods and demons.

As a self-made man, he dared to raise troops to overthrow the imperial family of the Western Earth. Rebel Qijun relied on this innate power of gods and demons.

In the face of this level of attack, Han Feng took a step forward to block Dimeng Xinghang indifferently, pushing forward with both hands, an invisible real energy barrier formed with Han Feng's movements, from the ground to the sky, Han Feng The defense range is the whole world.

The pitch-black magic energy column bombarded Han Feng in front of him, causing violent shocks, but he still couldn't break through the boundary of this place.

Not only was it unable to break through, it was even being forcibly dissolved and devoured by Han Feng's power.

[Qi Shuangliu], [Xuanjue Liugong Body], [Tathagata Indestructible Golden Body], [Tianji Qi Armor], [Xuanyin Sword Armor] plus [Return Nothing Returns One]... Han Feng's defense power is The real saint level is not only a saint, but also a saint who is very good at defense.

Being completely swallowed up by Han Feng's true energy barrier, Rebel Qijun's magic energy column didn't even cause any damage to the surrounding environment. The hero of the West Wulin was shocked when he saw this scene.

"What are you!? What martial arts? This is "Shen Shen Ji"!?"

Hearing Rebel Qijun's exclamation words, Han Feng frowned, as if he was a little dissatisfied, and said lightly: "In the world, it is not only "Refinement of the Gods" that has absolute defensive power, Rebel Qijun... What you are facing is ——"True Martial Arts"!"

""True Martial Arts"? Is this your kung fu?"

Rebel Qi raised his eyebrows, and asked while maintaining the bombardment of the magic energy column on Han Feng's true energy barrier.

Han Feng smiled slightly: "You are so interesting, why do you always get recruited in the same place?"

"What are you raving about? I..."

Rebel Qijun originally wanted to refute Han Feng's point of view, but at this moment, a powerful sword energy locked his back.

Two peerless sword lights opened up the innate qi behind Rebel Qijun's back, one left and one right inserted into Rebel Qijun's shoulder blades!
Rebel Qijun tried his best to maintain his own magic energy column, and his foundation was completely shattered by this sudden move. When he was in danger, he stimulated his own magic energy and forcibly shook away the raiders behind him.

A naked and strong figure floated back and landed on the ground behind Rebel Qijun. It was the young master Duxing who was chasing after Han Feng.

Although the three of them are all well-known masters in the world, Rebel Qijun is not an ordinary warrior. After a little discussion, the three of them decided on this plan.

First, Dimeng Xinghang shot the arrow, and Han Feng's sudden move left a hole in the body-protecting qi behind the rebel Qijun. The son made a sudden attack alone, and he could make a contribution with one move.

Having been stabbed into the shoulder blade by two long knives, Rebel Qijun half-kneeled on the ground.

The three of Han Feng looked at the kneeling Rebel Qijun and slowly approached.

"Taiqi Jun, I'm not wrong." Han Feng said slowly.

As he said that, Han Feng carefully felt the change of true energy in Rebel Qijun's body.

Suddenly, Han Feng stopped and signaled Dimeng Xinghang and the young master to stop alone.

"Han Dijun, what's wrong?"

The young master made a sudden attack with a single move and completely crippled the rebellious monarch. He was in the midst of joy, but when he saw Han Feng's signal, he asked.

Han Feng frowned: "No!"

At this time, on a rocky mountain in the distance, a mysterious man in a gray robe and mask slowly walked up to the top of the mountain, looking at the direction of Han Feng's battlefield.

"True Martial Emperor Han Feng, after all, you still set foot on the territory of the Western Martial Forest, and your destined death will be staged here."

With the voice of the mysterious man reciting a poem, at the end of his gaze, a surge of divine and demonic energy surged into the sky.

(End of this chapter)