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Chapter 217 The Imperial Master Arrives in Person
A bright beam of light flashed in front of Xie Que, blocking the negative emotions in front of him.

A soft and pure breath of Buddha Dharma emerges from this light.

Vaguely, King Yan saw a bodhi tree appearing in front of his eyes, slowly waving its branches and leaves.

The next moment, Xie Que actually broke free from this restraint.

He roared fiercely, his fists, shadows and palms intertwined with the wind, his kicks were sharp, and they all landed on King Yan while flipping up and down.

In an instant, black blood flew everywhere, and King Yan's body suddenly became bloody.

"What's the point?" Seeing that Xie Que had broken free from the shackles, King Yan was not surprised at all, and his tone was indifferent.

But what surprised him was that this mysterious bodhi tree actually blocked the countless negative emotions hidden in the bipolar heart.

But within this sea of ​​clouds, as a spiritual general, he is immortal!

An immortal body in the true sense, not a person who can be seriously injured and fall asleep like the Yangshen Zhenjun.

No matter how serious his injuries are, he can recover in an instant.

Xie Que's ultimate move was fierce, his fists and palms kept shuttling across King Yan's body like a stream of light, instantly spurting countless black blood.

"Tsk, your physical body is really powerful." Feeling the terrifying power contained in his fists and feet, King Yan couldn't help admiring.

Xie Que's every move is annihilating his thoughts and skills.

But now King Yan, who is the spirit general, doesn't care about these anymore.

No matter how much he lost, the next moment, a steady stream of energy from the sea of ​​​​qi would flow into his body, making his injuries recover as before.

Xie Gap exhaled a breath.

King Yan couldn't break his own defense, but he couldn't beat King Yan either.

Unless...can kill him in an instant!Get out of this world before his resurrection.

But Xie Que took the initiative to shatter this idea.

Wanting to kill a spirit general in seconds is not something that I can do now.

"After killing you, I will ask the ancestors to give me your body..." King Yan spoke slowly, and even revealed a tone of enjoyment, as if Xie Que was giving him a massage.

Xie Que let out a long cry, the golden Qi and blood gushed out of his body, and more than 40 acupuncture points in his body began to shine brightly.

This blow combined with Xie Que's most powerful physical strength, all of his qi, blood and qi were released at once!
It is the purest and most violent blow!Combining all his martial arts skills, he gathered all his strength in his left arm!

"Blood Oven!"

He slammed the hammer, and with countless bursts of golden energy and blood, half of King Yan's body suddenly turned into a meatloaf.

Countless blood and flesh flew down, accompanied by screams from King Yan's mouth, and the vitality dropped to the lowest at this time.

If you don't pay attention, you will think it is dead.

Not only that, but the golden qi and blood hurt the Yin God very much, even the True Lord of the Yang God would not suffer so well.

But Xie Que knew that it was not that simple.

Although such an attack is extremely powerful, but to kill a Yangshen True Monarch, this... is not enough!

The next moment, countless clouds of energy penetrated into King Yan's body, and he came back to life in an instant.

A lingering fear flashed in King Yan's eyes, and he completely put away the arrogance in his heart.

This blow just now shattered the three success ideas.

If he was just an ordinary Yang Shen Zhenjun, the opponent would fall into deep sleep with just three punches.

At that time, he could only let the other party slaughter him.

King Yan knew that he could no longer play tricks on the enemy at this time, and he needed to launch a counterattack with thunderous means.

Otherwise, what you are wasting is the divine power of your ancestors.

"Apologize to God!" King Yan didn't say much, and the broken emperor sword appeared again in his hand.

It's just that at this moment, there is still an indescribable aura in the Ruined Emperor's Sword.

That breath is like the presence of a god.

The imperial sword slashed down, and it was like an arrow off the string with a touch.

Xie Que was trapped in the sea of ​​clouds, and felt as if his body was frozen.

In just a split second, my three hundred thoughts were chopped off by the imperial sword, but my body was unscathed.

"Designed to cut thoughts?" Xie Que thought for a moment, it seems that this sword should be dedicated to deal with Yangshen level powerhouses.

It's just a pity that I am not...

Under the flying sword light, Xie Que's body was unscathed, but his dark thoughts were completely cut off.

King Yan couldn't help being stunned.

Logically speaking, the other party should be seriously damaged at this time, falling into a deep sleep.

But now it seems...it doesn't seem to have any effect.

Could it be that the other party has too many thoughts?King Yan thought about it clearly, after all, the other party has been an old guy who has lived in his heart for countless years, so it is normal to have more thoughts!
The sword qi ignited across the sky and went straight towards Xie Que.

Xie Que ignored the sword energy and let it fall on his own Yin God.

"How is it possible?" An inconceivable color formed on King Yan's face, and an unbelievable brilliance burst out from his piercing eyes.

Although the sword energy shook the sky and the earth frequently, but the opponent did not see the slightest reaction.

At this moment, King Yan became even more angry, and he decided to forcefully attack him, and if he didn't believe it, he couldn't kill the opponent's idea of ​​martial arts.

The more angry I feel!The sword moves faster!The sword energy is faster!
Xie Que also punched each other, and the two of them immediately split half of Hanhai into pieces.

The golden qi and blood suddenly appeared, and the energy in Xie Que's hands showed the appearance of a flying dragon and a flying dragon, and the place where the two met was wiped out in all directions.

King Yan also completely gave up defense at this time, and left countless white marks on Xie Que's body with a pure exchange of injuries.

The two soaring forces continued to trigger a series of explosions, and the earth could not bear the power of the two true kings, and it became devastated in a blink of an eye.

Thousands of sword energy palms in the sea of ​​clouds are moving with the wind, and the aftermath alone can destroy the towering ancient trees.

Suddenly, a thick breath of Buddhism came to the vast sea.

In the dead sea of ​​clouds, thousands of phantoms suddenly arise.

The two figures couldn't help but separate and confront each other here, but their eyes were even more vigilant.

Silence is a precursor to riot.

In the confrontation, there is another powerful enemy.

An inexplicable panic flashed through Xie Que's heart. This was the aura of the Ten Yu Secret Traces.

The only person practicing this method here is Gu Yong from Shuiyue Temple.

But even if Gu Yong got the favor of the god, he could only exert half a step of the power of the Yang god.

Such power was already beyond Xie Que's imagination.

But even Gu Yong should not let King Yan make such a cautious expression.

The next moment, the entire world turned from day to night, and the visibility within the sea of ​​clouds became narrower and narrower.

In an instant, a vast moonlight fell from the sky.

The moonlight dissipated the mist from the sea of ​​clouds, and instantly illuminated the entire sky and earth in a flawless white light.

Xie Que raised his head to look at the sky, and in the eyes that were looking at each other, there was such a familiar figure, but it seemed strange again.

At this moment, Xie Que couldn't help but become confused.

It turned out to be him... an old friend whom I haven't seen in a thousand years...

The figure in the moon robe was thin and thin, with a misty look in his eyes.

He shook off the moonlight all over the sky, just like letting go of the vicissitudes of life all over his body.

King Yan's eyes were dull, and he couldn't help murmuring: "Master Emperor..."

(End of this chapter)