Emperor Wu Shihuang's handwriting, do not go out of the Milky Way border

The power of the move used by Xingguan this time was also quite powerful. The spiritual power of the early quasi-saint in his body was condensed into a ball under the amplification of the disc-shaped spiritual treasure. The power of this move can be imagined.

However, Ying Zheng was not easy to deal with either. Whether it was the moves he used, the exaggerated spiritual energy in his body, or the Ding Qin Sword in his hand that was comparable to a divine object, when the three were combined, the power of Ying Zheng's move was enough to easily kill anyone of the same level.

Both Xingguan and Ying Zheng were watching whether their respective moves would lead to victory.

After a few breaths, the two men's moves finally determined the winner.

The final winner was the strange pattern created by Ying Zheng.

The star official didn't expect that his confident move would be shattered by Ying Zheng's move. Looking at the strange pattern getting closer and closer, the star official had no way to resist.

Chi!
With a dull thud, Ying Zheng's move hit the star official straight on the body.

Bang!
The star official was knocked flying backwards by this move, and the disc on his head shattered into pieces on the ground.

After leaving a deep groove, the star official finally came to a stop. As soon as his body stopped, he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. The whole person fell directly to the ground, and standing up became a luxury.

"This... This is impossible! How could I lose to you!"

Listening to the star official's questioning, Ying Zheng did not say anything, but just smiled coldly. The Ding Qin sword in his hand instantly flew out of his hand and appeared above the star official's head in a moment.

Chi!
The sharpness of the Ding Qin Sword was beyond imagination. It easily pierced the star official's chest. Blood dripped slowly along the sword. The star official who was in charge of all the stars in the heaven died in the hands of Ying Zheng.

After the star official died, the scene in front of Ying Zheng changed again.

Yinglong's voice also rang in his ears:

"Your Majesty, what's wrong with you? You have been standing here without saying a word since a while ago. Is there something wrong?"

After hearing Yinglong's words, Ying Zheng instantly understood that what he and Yinglong had just experienced were completely different.

He entered a desert and fought against the star officials, while on Yinglong's side, it seemed as if nothing had happened.

"Have you checked the situation around here?"

When asked by Ying Zheng, Yinglong shook his head embarrassedly.

But it cannot be blamed on him. As soon as the two talents were sucked in by the crack, Ying Zheng stood there motionless. How could Yinglong dare to leave His Majesty the Emperor here alone, and in such a special state? If something really went wrong, Yinglong could not afford it.

Looking at Yinglong's embarrassed expression, Ying Zheng more or less guessed what he was thinking just now, so he didn't say anything and continued to move forward with Yinglong.

Since this is a completely unfamiliar place, it makes no difference which direction I go.

Soon, a vast emerald green ocean appeared in front of them. Not only that, Ying Zheng had already sensed the aura of the magical treasure he was looking for in this ocean.

"That spiritual treasure is right here."

Hearing what Ying Zheng said, Yinglong finally smiled. This trip to the ruins was not in vain. What he had experienced before had made Yinglong think that they might not gain anything from this trip to the ruins.

"Your Majesty, this place should be more than what it looks like. There must be a guardian beast hidden in it."

Ying Zheng naturally knew what Yinglong said, but none of them knew where the guardian beast was or when it would appear. All they could do now was to get closer to the ocean.

Just as the two continued to move forward, suddenly there was a "splash" sound, and a splash of water appeared from the center of the emerald green lake, and a snake covered with green scales quickly flew out of the lake.

In the blink of an eye, the snake appeared in front of Ying Zheng and Yinglong.

After seeing Ying Zheng and the other two, the snake's body suddenly flashed with light, and then turned into a man wearing green clothes with scale patterns on his forehead.

"What are you two outsiders doing here?!"

Ying Zheng did not hide it from him and said directly:
"I want to destroy the spiritual treasure there!"

Looking in the direction of Ying Zheng's finger, the man immediately knew that Ying Zheng was talking about the magical treasure he wanted to protect, so a sneer appeared on the man's face.

"If you want to destroy the spiritual treasure, then let's see if you have the ability to do so!"

As he spoke, a snake-shaped sword appeared in his hand, with a faint green light flashing at the tip of the sword.

"As a guardian beast, it is my duty to kill all of you ignorant fellows!"

Upon hearing what the man said, Yinglong immediately responded:
"Who the hell are you? Do you think you can fight against His Majesty the Human Emperor? Your opponent is me!"

Yinglong took out a pitch-black sword and stood in front of the man.

After seeing Yinglong, the man actually sneered and said to Yinglong with disdain:

"With your talent, you are not even worthy enough to be my opponent. He might be able to."

It had been a long time since Yinglong had been looked down upon like this. A surge of anger suddenly rose in his heart, and he rushed towards the man without saying a word.

You said I am no match for you, right? Then I will just start fighting first and talk later.

The man looked at Yinglong who was so close to him, laughed, and without saying a word, raised the sword in his hand and collided with Yinglong's sword.

Ping ping ping!
The long swords in the hands of the two people kept colliding, making crisp sounds.

Yinglong's attacks were sharp, angled and tricky, and each strike was powerful, but he still couldn't break the man's defense.

Not only that, the smile on the man's face never stopped when he was dealing with Yinglong's attack.

Suddenly, the man noticed that Yinglong had a serious flaw when attacking, so without saying a word, the man stabbed Yinglong's flaw directly with the sword in his hand.

If this stab hits, Yinglong will at least be seriously injured.

But at this moment, Ying Zheng suddenly moved.

With a flick of his right hand, a stream of spiritual energy shot out, pulling Yinglong's body backwards for a distance. It was because of Ying Zheng's move that Yinglong was able to barely avoid the man's attack.

Yinglong naturally realized that the man's attack just now was aimed at seriously injuring him, and he tried his best to dodge it, but he could only watch the sword approaching him little by little. Fortunately, at the most critical moment, Ying Zheng took action and used his spiritual power to pull him back. If Ying Zheng had not taken action, Yinglong would have been seriously injured and lying on the ground.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for saving my life." Ying Zheng did not say anything, but just nodded at Yinglong, then slowly walked to the man.

After seeing Ying Zheng, a smile finally appeared on the man's face.

"You are quite strong, much stronger than him. You are qualified to be my opponent."

As he spoke, the man pointed the long sword in his hand at Ying Zheng and said:
"Come on, do it! Let me see how strong you are!"

Ying Zheng didn't really want to fight with the man, but he also knew that if he didn't defeat the man, he would not be able to destroy the magical treasure.

There was no other choice but for Ying Zheng to take action.

Keng!
Ying Zheng drew out the Ding Qin Sword and stood in front of the man with a calm expression.

The man didn't know what Ying Zheng's true cultivation was, but he was very confident, so he spoke directly to Ying Zheng:

"Go ahead, don't say I'm bullying you, I'll let you take the first move."

If it was Yinglong, he would be furious after hearing this, but the person standing here was not Yinglong, but Emperor Ying Zheng. Did he care about his own face? Of course he did.

But in the face of the destiny of the human race, the latter is of course more important. So, Ying Zheng slowly swung the Dingqin Sword in his hand and attacked the man directly.

hum!
The Ding Qin Sword exuded astonishing power and slashed towards the man.

The man did not expect that Ying Zheng's attack would be so terrifying. Just a simple sword could bring him so much pressure.

"Yes, I was right. You are much stronger than him."

As he spoke, the man had already raised the sword in his hand to block Ying Zheng's attack, but the huge force coming from the sword shocked him.

They had just started fighting, so the man naturally couldn't show weakness. He forcefully mobilized his spiritual energy and finally blocked Ying Zheng's attack.

Ying Zheng had no idea how much pressure the man was under. He only knew that the enemy in front of him had not fallen yet and he had to continue his attack.

Next, Ying Zheng quickly swung the Ding Qin Sword, slashing again and again.

The man also kept using the sword in his hand to resist Ying Zheng's offensive, but under Ying Zheng's fierce attack, the man kept retreating and was soon forced to the edge of the lake. If he continued to retreat, he would have to return to the lake.

Seeing this, the man became furious. He mobilized the spiritual energy in his body again, swung the sword violently, and finally resisted Ying Zheng's attack.

His offensive was blocked, but Ying Zheng didn't waste any words. He held the Ding Qin Sword in his right hand, and condensed a spirit ball in his left hand and blasted it towards the man in front of him.

The man didn't expect that Ying Zheng could launch such powerful attacks at the same time, and he was stunned for a moment.

In just this short moment of distraction, Ying Zheng's attack had already reached him.

Looking at the attack coming so close, the man knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely be defeated by the man in front of him.

Thinking of this, the man blocked the sword in his hand in front of his chest without saying a word, and then began to desperately infuse spiritual energy into the sword. The man had only one idea, which was to use this method to block Ying Zheng's attack.

Bang!
With a loud bang, Ying Zheng's attack hit the sword in the man's hand solidly, followed by a huge bang. The violent storm of the explosion directly blew the man away and he fell heavily into the lake.

The sword in his hand even slipped out of his hand and fell to the edge of the lake.

Wow!

The man emerged from the lake and looked angrily at Ying Zheng who was standing by the lake. He was very angry.

He has been guarding here for hundreds and thousands of years, and has fought off many people who wanted to steal the treasure. This is the first time he has been beaten so badly.

"Okay, you forced me to do this!"

While the man was speaking, he slowly flew up from the lake with his hands raised high above his head. Then, the sword that had fallen on the edge of the lake also flew straight up and landed directly in the man's hands. Not only that, another emerald green beam of light appeared, and a gem appeared in the beam of light.

This orb, carrying an astonishing amount of spiritual energy, fell directly in front of the man. After that, a ray of light appeared between the man and the orb, connecting them together.

Because of this ray of light, the spiritual energy in the orb quickly infused into the man's body.

With the blessing of such a huge amount of spiritual energy, the man's confidence returned, and his cultivation was forcibly raised by one level, from the previous mid-quasi-saint level to the late-quasi-saint level.

At this moment, a smile appeared on the man's face again.

"I never thought that I would lose. I haven't been defeated in many years. However, I am now more than twice as strong as before. You are no longer my opponent."

Listening to the man's words, Ying Zheng did not say much, but began to silently mobilize the human luck of Nanchanbu Continent. He could sense that the cultivation of the man in front of him had reached the late quasi-saint realm, infinitely close to the great perfection. If Ying Zheng wanted to defeat such an opponent through normal means, he could, but it would consume a lot of spiritual energy. In this strange place, Ying Zheng had to keep himself in a state of combat effectiveness at all times, so he chose to defeat the man in front of him through the luck of the human race.

Suddenly, golden rays of light began to appear from all directions, gradually converging on Ying Zheng.

Each ray of light was very weak, but there were so many of them that after they converged on Ying Zheng, his entire body began to emit golden light.

The man looked at this scene in surprise, he had never seen such a scene before.

Moreover, he could feel that what entered Ying Zheng's body was definitely not spiritual energy, but he didn't know what it was.

However, after absorbing the spiritual energy of the orb, the man was very arrogant at this moment. No matter what Ying Zheng did, he would not take it seriously.

"Is this your final trump card? If you have any moves that you haven't used yet, use them all at once. Otherwise, you might die in my hands later."

Listening to the man's words, Ying Zheng didn't waste any words. He simply put his hands together and pointed his fingertips at the man. All the luck and power that had gathered on Ying Zheng before was condensed at his fingertips. After a few breaths of gathering, a golden sphere full of luck and power was born.

Under Ying Zheng's control, the power of luck flew straight towards the man.

Although the man was not clear about the power of this move, he could still feel the terrifying pressure from the ball of light. He did not dare to underestimate Ying Zheng's move and directly gathered all his spiritual energy on the sword in his hand.

He knew that this move would decide the outcome between him and the man in front of him. If he won, the two people on the opposite side would die, but if he lost, the magical treasure he had guarded for a thousand years would fall into the hands of others.

The man dared not be careless. He could not lose this battle, and he could not afford to lose! (End of this chapter)