From the pure blood dragon clan, I started to become a human being

A few days later, southeast.

An eunuch in a dragon robe with white hair and eyebrows rode his horse towards the Wu Emperor City that had stood for decades. Behind him followed the proofreader of the Ministry of Rites and several officials, and outside was guarded by the Imperial Guards of the Imperial Palace.

Entering the coastal plain area, the team gradually slowed down. Wu Di City is located on the coast of the East China Sea.

Han Shengxuan stopped and looked into the distance, he was one of the ten candidates in the world, and became the best in the world at the level of Finger Profound Realm after Deng Tai'a went astray. He was best at killing celestial phenomena with his Finger Profound Realm, and his secret technique Red Sleeves could easily cut off the connection between heaven and man. Decades ago, he killed one of the four great masters, General Hongjia, by pulling out the silk from his cocoon.

This leader of 100,000 eunuchs did not hate the realm of celestial phenomena, nor did he lack the qualifications, but simply could not do it. The connection between heaven and man involved the mysterious retribution of fate, and he killed people everywhere. Even though he yearned for the martial arts world of Li Chungang's generation and began to learn martial arts, he did not dare to cross the line because it would affect the fortune of his young master Zhao Kai.

But no matter what, even if he could enter the celestial realm, or step into the pseudo-realm of immortals on earth, facing the invincible man in the Emperor Wu City, it would be over with just one or two punches.

However, in recent months, there have been new rumors in the world.

Emperor Wu was not truly invincible, the Duke of Ji still existed in the world.

The number one and number two in the world are about to go to war. Judging from the route, the destination of the border patrol chosen by the one who has it is Wudi City.

Han Shengxuan turned around and took out an imperial edict, the content of which was to confer a title of kingship. If the Duke of Ji won, then Li Yang would naturally confer the title of King of Ji'an to him, but if he lost, naturally everything would be in vain, and their trip would be in vain.

Han Shengxuan felt that this was a bit petty. Regardless of winning or losing, he should have been crowned king in advance. However, the master was the master, and thunder and rain were all the emperor's grace. Moreover, all the civil and military officials in the court had no objection. The emperor was like a penny-pinching businessman, who had been working hard to create a world of civil governance. In terms of diligence, regardless of the current situation, he could be among the top three emperors in ancient and modern times.

"Sir Han, there are still fifty miles to go," the proofreader from the Ministry of Rites reminded.

"If we go any further, I won't be able to protect you." Han Shengxuan said truthfully. There was nothing wrong with admitting it.

Wang Xianzhi was a late bloomer. At the age of 30, he was still a scholar with a feather fan and a long scarf. Later, he turned to martial arts, watched countless battles between masters, and climbed steadily step by step. His foundation was so solid that it was unimaginable. Until sixty years ago, he broke Li Chungang's wooden horse and ox, and thus ascended to the top of the world. He built a city in the East China Sea and always claimed to be the second best in the world.

Han Shengxuan inexplicably recalled his master's instructions before leaving. The celestial eunuch had said: celestials are also human, and the gap between them is sometimes so big that it is unimaginable. Unlike the "orthodox celestials" who occupied Tianshi and Guozha, Wang Xianzhi's celestial perfection was because the heaven and earth were only so high, not because he himself was short. There might be anomalies with higher realms and insights than him, but judging from the fights between warriors who proved their Tao with force, this man is indeed the True Martial Emperor, truly invincible.

Even if Tuoba Bodhisattva got that weapon, he was no more than Wang Xianzhi of 20 or 30 years ago. This old man who has dominated the martial arts world for half a century has been making continuous progress. He has fought 1,400 challenges, big and small, and not losing does not mean that he has gained nothing.

It was still raining, but the clouds were particularly thick today.

Ten days ago, Wudi City drove away all the citizens and people from the martial arts world in the city.

The four disciples Gongque, Louhuang, Lin Ya and Yu Xinlang also went fifty miles out of the city and were not allowed to approach.

Looking down at the land within a radius of fifty miles, it seems like a clear boundary has appeared.

Within the boundary is Wang Xianzhi and his Wudi City.

Outside the boundary are a group of top masters including Song Nianqing, the leader of the Dongyue Sword Pool, Sui Xiegu, the sword-eating old man, Wu Jian from the Wu Family Sword Tomb, Xuanyuan Guoqi, Zhao Xuansu from Longhu Mountain, and Beimang Jianghu. In secret, there are also two Qigong practitioners, Xie Guanyin and Zhao Huangchao, who are at the level of heaven and man.

Without the Zhixuan realm, even the spectator seats would be unsettled in this peak fight.

A few minutes passed in the blink of an eye, and everyone seemed to be full of patience.

The rain was getting heavier.

At some point, someone on horseback came within fifty miles of the eastern canyon.

He had an extraordinary handsome appearance, but no one actually cared about that. Duke Jiang Yuan of Ji was not carrying the deer-cutting spear that had killed countless people, nor was he wearing the ancient Qin python robe that was much more than what was allowed.

He only had a coarse black shirt.

Almost at the same time, an old man in hemp clothes walked out of Wudi City and stood at the door to welcome guests.

The young man opposite was very polite and sent the Thousand Oxen Cloud Pattern Jade Pendant in advance to avoid any hindrance between the two sides today.

So he decided not to deal with the challenger with pressure as before, but to let go completely.

After all, the opponent's Zhixuan Perfection is indeed unreasonable.

Both of them were no longer restrained. Behind Wang Xianzhi, the weapons left by thousands of losers were all shattered by the Qi. There were several swords in the top ten in the world, but in the eyes of this martial emperor, they were just that.

Dense fragments flew into the sky and then fell, piercing the boundary of a fifty-mile radius. Dozens of people were reduced to pieces of meat, including sons of wealthy families and martial arts heroes. The number one in the world told everyone clearly that if they dared to disturb him, they would die.

Before ascending to heaven, Wang Xianzhi believed that he must have a hearty and life-threatening battle to justify his lifelong martial arts career.

He looked up at the sky.

As long as I am the only one guarding the Heavenly Gate, no matter whether they are the gods above the clouds or the banished immortals, they must abide by my rules, Wang Xianzhi.

No matter what, it is nothing more than breaking through the realm again and again.

On the other side, someone who had reached the perfection of the Profound Realm released the constraints of words that usually served as sandbags, and countless "Soldier" characters roamed freely.

A warrior’s blood, energy and qi are both extremely high.

The East China Sea coast is shrouded in thick fog, turning it into a paradise on earth.

No words or conversation are needed.

Both parties moved at the same time in tacit understanding.

A series of sonic booms and lotus flowers bloomed from the ground.

The paradise on earth no longer remains in the human world, the sea of ​​clouds returns to the sky.

When two straight lines collide with each other, it is no longer just a loud sound, but a deafness of all things.

Within fifty miles, countless wild beasts died suddenly.

Fifty miles away, the spectators were still frightened.

The two sides exchanged punches as soon as they came up.

Wang Xianzhi punched his opponent on the forehead, and Jiang Yuan returned the punch by hitting his opponent in the face.

Both of them held back without hesitation.

Wang Xianzhi retreated thousands of feet, went out of the city and then returned to the city. First, he smashed the entire city wall, and then countless buildings collapsed, and smoke and dust filled the sky.

On the other side, Jiang Yuan also moved sideways, his speed was much faster than when he came, as if he had encountered the impact of a mountain, and disappeared into the cliff of the canyon in the blink of an eye.

Within fifty miles, there are hundreds of protruding pieces of land, and the ground is cracked like a net, as if a dragon is turning over.

But after a moment, the two white lines collided again, still without dodging.

When iron collides with iron, the weaker one breaks first.

For thousands of years, warriors have never been so romantic.

The overwhelming fist force is released.

Tall buildings rise in the East China Sea, and sea pillars reach the Dragon Gate.

The vast ocean water was drawn by the warrior's energy and flowed upstream toward the sky, with the sea hanging upside down.

Wave after wave of fist energy came, and the spectators could only retreat again and again. Only those above the first level began to attack continuously to break up the vacuum ripples in front of them.

Even if the other eight martial artists gathered together and led all the martial artists in the world to come, the two people in the middle of the battlefield could still team up to kill them all.

(End of this chapter)