Heaven rewards those who work hard: There is no bottleneck in my martial arts

Zhao Hongming stood in the sky, his eyes as cold as ice.

As soon as he finished speaking, an endless momentum burst out from him.

This momentum was like a tiger descending from the mountain, or like a mad dragon rising out of the sea, sweeping across the entire battlefield in an instant.

The two martial arts warriors who rushed forward felt a cold air rushing from their tailbones to the Tianling Cap, and shuddered.

They had long heard about the reputation of Zhao Hongming, the emperor of Wei, and it was not something that the two of them could deal with.

Seeing that the situation was not good, they turned around and fled without caring about Wu Qi.

"Want to leave? It's too late!"

Zhao Hongming snorted coldly, and the god-demon weapon in his hand shot out streaks of lightning, instantly penetrating the bodies of the two martial arts warriors.

Although these two warriors from the state of Zhao who had just succeeded in worshiping gods were extremely brave, they were as small as ants in front of Zhao Hongming.

They didn't understand what was going on, and they felt numb all over before the Dharma was cast.

Two puffs.

Zhao Hongming drew the knife and casually shook off the blood stained on the knife.

The bodies of the two martial arts warriors fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound.

Their eyes were filled with fear and unwillingness.

The vitality in the whole body dissipated little by little.

At this moment, the entire battlefield fell into a brief silence.

Both Zhao Jun and Wei Jun were shocked by the strength shown by Zhao Hongming.

They looked at Zhao Hongming suspended in the center of the battlefield. Thunder arcs would pop up from time to time all over his body, as if they saw a thunder god.

That majestic figure looked even taller and more powerful under the starry night sky.

Zhao Hongming glanced around coldly, then slowly put away the long knife in his hand and put it into its sheath.

The figure turned around and landed on the watchtower.

Wu Qi on the side did not expect Zhao Hongming to appear at this time, and couldn't help but feel a little lost.

If His Majesty hadn't arrived in time this time, he might have died today with his body dismembered.

Wu Qi hurriedly stepped forward, knelt on one knee, clasped his fists with both hands and said respectfully: "Wu Qi, the last general, comes to see your majesty!"

Zhao Hongming glanced at Wu Qi and said calmly: "Get up."

There was no unnecessary expression on his face, and he said softly: "General Wu has done a good job. Don't let the Wei army lose control later. I will handle the rest."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Wu Qi responded, then stood up and retreated to his position, ordered his men to beat the drums, and gave the order to attack.

The numerous Wei soldiers in the Wei army camp were morale-boosted after seeing Zhao Hongming coming in person.

Amidst the shouts of killing, Taishan attacked Zhao Jun in unison.

Zhao Hongming narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned the battlefield.

As early as when he arrived, he had already noticed something unusual in the Wei army camp. Some people were making blood sacrifices to worship the gods.

Zhao Hongming had an idea and used all his consciousness to explore around the battlefield.

His consciousness was like an invisible giant net that instantly covered the entire battlefield, searching for traces of Zuo Jian and Pang She.

Under the cover of divine consciousness, every corner of the battlefield became clearly visible and emerged in his mind one by one.

After a moment, Zhao Hongming's consciousness captured two weak breath fluctuations. These two breaths were hidden on the edge of the battlefield and seemed to be moving quietly.

"found it!"

Zhao Hongming's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he instantly locked the positions of Zuo Jian and Pang She.

He looked carefully, and in the hazy night, he vaguely saw the blurry figures of Pang She and Zuo Jian.

Zhao Hongming did not hesitate and rushed towards Pang She and Zuo Jian.

His speed was extremely fast, like a bolt of lightning piercing the sky.

"Quick, stop him!"

Pang She reacted immediately and yelled.

The guards around him learned that they all stepped forward to stop him.

At the same time, Zhao Jun, who had begun to get rid of it, also received this military order, and together with these personal guards, blocked the road that Zhao Hongming must pass.

"Very good, you already have a way to kill yourself!"

Zhao Hongming put his thumb against the sword grid and said coldly: "Anyone who stands in my way will die!"

Swish!

Zhao Hongming swung his sword.

Black sword light erupted from the blade of the God-Devil Blade, like a black lightning, piercing the sky.

It was obviously under night, but countless people still saw the sword light.

It was a light darker than the night.

puff...

In an instant, hundreds of Zhao Jun soldiers were reduced to nothing under the sword light.

Zhao Hongming suddenly cleared an unmanned passage to where Zuo Jian and Pang She were.

The ground was covered with broken arms and limbs, and blood kept spraying down in the void, like a rain of blood, dyeing his armor red.

Zhao Hongming seemed to have transformed into a god of war, and no one dared to compete with him.

Those Zhao soldiers who worshiped the gods were unable to stop their progress.

Pang She and Zuo Jian were shocked when they saw this.

Especially Pang She, whose face turned pale as he murmured: "It's over, it's over, it's all over!"

At this moment, he clearly knew that his own strength was far different from that of Zhao Hongming, and he could not compete with him at all.

The god-worshipping army was Zhao's last hope, and he wanted to use it to resist Wei and hold them back.

Now all this has been ruthlessly broken by Zhao Hongming.

Pang She and Zuo Jian turned around to escape, but Zhao Hongming was faster than them.

"Want to escape? It's not that easy!" Zhao Hongming shouted coldly, and his whole body turned into a thunder and chased Pang She and Zuo Jian.

The last time Zuo Jian of the Sword Making Villa escaped by relying on his sword control skills.

At that time, his cultivation was limited and he was unable to do anything.

This time, we absolutely cannot let him run away again.

He was quite interested in the matter about Changshengtian in Zhujian Villa.

When he thought of this, Zhao Hongming subconsciously speeded up his pace, and in an instant, he rushed in front of Zuo Jian and Pang She at the Sword Making Villa.

The two of them felt a chill coming from behind, and then heard the roar of thunder.

Zuo Jian, who was standing next to Pang She, had a sinister look on his face.

He suddenly stopped and grabbed Pang She by the back collar: "Zhao Hongming, don't you want Pang She? I'll give it to you!"

After saying that, Zuo Jian suddenly exerted force on his wrist, picked up Pang She who was caught off guard, and threw him towards Zhao Hongming like a sandbag.

"Zuo Jian, are you harming me?!" Pang She's eyes almost burst into flames when she looked at Zuo Jian.

Little did he know at this moment that Zuomi was using him as a shield to create opportunities for him to escape. The situation was urgent, and he ignored his dissatisfaction and hatred towards Zuo Jian, and hurriedly mobilized his true intention to activate the Dharma, trying to stop Yi Er.

But in front of Zhao Hongming, all this was in vain.

Pang She roared angrily and rushed towards Zhao Hongming like a wild lion. A strong aura erupted from his body, as if he wanted to defeat Zhao Hongming in one fell swoop.

Zhao Hongming took a deep breath, quickly formed seals with his hands, and then pushed forward violently.

A huge picture of mountains and rivers appeared in front of Pang She out of thin air.

The mountains and rivers in that picture are magnificent and majestic, just like a real world.

Pang She was shocked when he saw this. He wanted to stop his momentum, but it was too late.

He only felt his body become lighter, and then lost all awareness of the surrounding environment.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he was already in the vision of the mountain and river map, surrounded by vast mountains and rivers, as if he was trapped in an inescapable vision that was both real and illusory.

But at this time, Zhao Hongming had no time to care about the trapped Pang She.

Because he discovered that Zuo Jian, the owner of Zhujian Villa, had taken the opportunity to fly away with the sword light.

The sword light was extremely fast and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

Zhao Hongming frowned slightly. He stared at the receding sword light in the sky and activated the true meaning of thunder in his body.

Crackling!

The sound of thunder continued to echo around him.

Having cultivated the Thunder Spirit Body, he could control thunder, and when he used the martial arts of Huang Mi Xing, he had unexpected effects.

Zhao Hongming's mind moved, and his body merged with the thunder between heaven and earth, turning into a dazzling electric light and galloping out.

That speed seemed to transcend the constraints of time, and the distance between him and Zuo Jian was shortened in an instant.

As the thunder galloped, every strike of Zhao Hongming contained the power of heaven and earth, as if it was about to tear the entire sky apart.

Zuo Jian, who was flying with sword light in front, looked back and was so frightened that he almost died.

Even though he was dozens or hundreds of miles away, he could still feel the thunderous pursuit behind him.

Zuo Jian knew that he was not in Zhao Hongming's camp from beginning to end, and Zhao Hongming would not let him go.

He couldn't stop. Once he was caught up, he would definitely die.

Therefore, Zuo Jian also tried his best to activate the true energy in his body, trying to distance himself from Zhao Hongming.

However, he found that no matter how hard he tried, Zhao Hongming's speed never slowed down and followed him closely.

The chase lasted for a long time, with the two of them one behind the other, flying across like shooting stars under the night sky.

As the best martial artist in the world, Zhao Hongming possesses extreme speed due to the desolate secret technique and the thunder secret technique. No matter how hard Zuo Jian struggles, he cannot escape his pursuit.

Zuo Jian tried several changes of direction and acceleration, but every time he looked back, he could see Zhao Hongming's thunderous figure approaching rapidly.

He couldn't help but feel a trace of despair in his heart, knowing that in his current state, there was no way he could escape the pursuit of the Wei emperor.

As his thoughts raced, Zuo Jian flew directly towards the gate of Zhujian Villa.

Zhujian Villa has a killing sword formation in the mountain gate of Zhao State, which is extremely powerful.

He originally kept a back-up just in case, but he didn't want to use it until it was absolutely necessary.

But now that it was over, he couldn't care too much.

"Instead of being chased and killed by him mercilessly, it's better to use the sword formation to deal with him." Zuo Jian's heart skipped a beat and he made up his mind.

So he changed direction without hesitation and flew towards the gate of Zhujian Villa in Zhao State.

Zhao Hongming felt happy when he saw Zuo Jian changing direction.

It seemed that he controlled his speed and followed leisurely, which put a lot of pressure on Zuo Jian, who might have gone to the Sword Forging Villa to ask for help.

Just what he wanted.

If Zuo Jian didn't lead the way, it would probably take him a lot of effort to find the gate of Zhujian Villa.

Zhao Hongming's face turned solemn, and he immediately braced himself up and mobilized all his true intentions, just in case.

As the distance got closer, Zuo Jian could feel the sharp sword intent in the mountain gate getting stronger and stronger.

He seemed to be relieved, and his heart was not as tense as it was at the beginning.

Zuo Jian looked back and saw Zhao Hongming chasing after him quickly, with a hint of ferocity flashing across his face.

As long as he can successfully introduce Zhao Hongming into it, it is possible to trap him with the help of the sword array.

He also knew that Zhao Hongming's strength was unfathomable. If the opponent had a way to break the sword formation or a powerful defensive method, he would undoubtedly be throwing himself into a trap.

But now that the matter has come to this, Zuomi has no better choice.

He could only grit his teeth and continue flying towards the mountain gate, while praying in his heart that the sword array could exert its maximum power and fight for a chance of survival for himself.

After a while, a magnificent building complex deep in the mountains appeared in front of Zhao Hongming.

Rumble!

Seeing that it was almost done, Zhao Hongming accelerated his speed violently, and the sound of thunder continued to explode behind him.

In a few breaths, Zhao Hongming's figure was almost touching Zuo Jian's sword light.

It's too late.

At this critical moment, Zuo Jian gritted his teeth, waved his hand fiercely, and activated the killing sword array in the mountain gate in advance.

In an instant, countless sword energy criss-crossed, covering the entire sky with a chilling atmosphere.

The two were involved in the sword formation almost at the same time.

Zuo Jian relied on his in-depth understanding of the sword formation to skillfully avoid the deadly sword energy. Although he was surrounded by dangers, he finally moved forward without any danger.

"Haha, Zhao Hongming, do you think you can really catch up with me?" Zuo Jian laughed loudly in the sword formation: "This is an ancient immortal formation. Even if you have the power to reach the sky, you can't easily break it!"

Before his laughter could stop, he saw Zhao Hongming strolling in the sword array, as if those sharp sword energies posed no threat to him at all.

He waved his hand lightly, and a sharper sword energy instantly tore a hole in the sword array in front of him.

Zuo Jian was shocked. He couldn't believe his eyes: "This...how is this possible?!"

Zhao Hongming glanced at him coldly: "How dare you show off your small skills in front of me?"

After that, he waved his hand again, and the entire sword array seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and began to tremble violently.

Zuo Jian only felt an irresistible force pushing him deeper into the sword formation.

It was as if Zhao Hongming had mastered the sword formation in an instant.

Zuo Jian couldn't believe it: "How is that possible?"

Seeing him being forced into a desperate situation, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes.

He clenched the flying sword with both hands, suddenly activated all the true will in his body, and shouted angrily: "Explode!"

With a deafening sound, the flying sword exploded in his hand, instantly turning into countless fragments and fierce sword energy, sweeping around like a storm.

Zhao Hongming hurriedly activated the vision and opened a world to block all these impacts.

When the light dissipated and Zhao Hongming walked out of the vision, he found Zuo Jian rushing into the buildings at the foot of the mountain.

Zhao Hongming pressed the thunderbolt and landed in front of the mountain gate.

He saw several large characters carved on a huge stone wall.

Zhao Hongming said word by word: "Jianjian Villa." (End of this chapter)