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

Northern Aquarius.

A great dynasty and the thousands of mountains and rivers within its territory were shattered.

The capital of the Lu Dynasty was filled with smoke. Sporadic resistance in the alleys of the city was still going on, but it was no longer a big deal.

In the last battle for the capital, the Lu family mobilized the loyalty and support accumulated over hundreds of years, and received strong support from two vassal states and the Sui Dynasty, and assembled an army of 700,000 strong, with numerous monks and warriors, and numerous talismans, crossbows, and magic flags.

But the result was no different from the previous avalanche-like defeats. Perhaps the only difference was that King Liren chose to do it himself this time, and the result led to the creation of dozens of mass graves.

A Nascent Soul swordsman who was hiding very deeply and a warrior on the top of the mountain died almost at the same time at the hands of Ren Wang. As for the golden elixirs and various warriors who were shattered, there were countless of them.

If a great cultivator of the upper fifth realm were to be here and observe closely, he would find that the sky and earth had turned blood red.

Countless dark red blood tornadoes rose into the air and landed on the ground, all injected into the body of the young man in the dark blue python robe.

The bottleneck of warriors in the Far Travel Realm.

Three hundred thousand iron cavalry entered the city from all directions. This absolute main force, one of the two pillars of Dali, fought to support itself, and almost consumed half of the essence of the Lu Dynasty.

Every cavalryman is a "fourth-grade master", which means he has reached the perfection of the second realm of martial arts.

Everyone was wearing full golden armor, combining the impact of heavy cavalry and the speed of light cavalry.

At the same time, they were all equipped with a layer of Five Mountains Armor Talisman and held the Thunder Breaking Army Talisman Spear.

The military secretaries sent and recruited by the Dali Dynasty were all monks who guarded officers at all levels. The civil secretaries trained by the national teacher Cui Can were in charge of logistics and local operations.

Thirty Mohist sword boats floated in the air, three hundred battle flags of magical instruments fluttered in the wind, and a number of talisman crossbow carts snaked across the land like long snakes.

The speed at which Wudi City produces talismans is appalling, and it has now earned the reputation of "Baochao City". It is a recognized fact that the Tongbao silver notes of the Dali Ministry of Revenue are not as credible as Wudi's talismans.

Prince Ren entered the capital of Lu's family, announcing the complete fall of this great dynasty. The royal family and noble ladies fled to Qingfeng City of Xu's family, and the immortals guarding the mountain top were forced to surrender.

Jiang Yuan walked to the highest point of the palace, which was the place for offering sacrifices to heaven.

A group of secretaries are tinkering with the legal process. When the sacrifice to heaven is over, the vast land beneath their feet will completely become the territory of Dali, and the righteous god of Beiyue will soon return to his position.

On the other side of the altar, a middle-aged man with a heroic appearance was eager to fight. He was the emperor's younger brother and the only two kings of Dali. The emperor specially conferred the word "Li" on him as his title. He held another main force of cavalry in his hands. The only reason why the two brothers did not fight against each other was that both of them had too big appetites, which could not be satisfied by Lu's family or even the entire north.

The warrior on the top of the mountain, King Li Song Changjing.

If it wasn't a national war, he would have wanted to fight the person in front of him a long time ago.

But soon, Song Changjing's fighting spirit was forced to change direction.

On the sea at the end of the sight, there is a dragon-like aura coming across the sea.

Across the sea is Uttarakuru, a place with a great number of sword cultivators and warriors, with warriors of the tenth realm numbering nearly as many as the palm of one hand.

The man who came was none other than Wang Fusu, the warrior who had returned to the true realm from the Ten Realms.

In his early years, Wang Fusu once tried to force his way back to the truth and become a god, but failed. His physical aura was turned upside down, and the martial artist's spirit seemed to be suppressed by several sword immortals.

Before you punch your enemy, hurt yourself first.

Therefore, he is still far better than Qi Sheng, but not as good as the great martial arts master who has reached Gui Zhen, because he can no longer exert his full strength.

At some point, Cui Can's ghost appeared on the altar.

"Just give it your all after you break through. I was the one who asked him to come here. If he dies, he dies. If he survives, I'll owe you and Dali a huge favor. I can use him as a whetstone."

Song Changjing frowned when he heard this. Even though he knew that Ren Wang was very strong, was this something he should say to a wandering warrior?
Jiang Yuan nodded. Wang Fusu needed an opponent who could force him to fight to the death with punches, so as to break the constraints in his body and regulate his qi. If he met a martial artist as skilled as Shen Dao, he would be really dead. After fighting with Gui Zhen for a few rounds, he would still be defeated. In short, the opponent he wanted to fight with should be below Shen Dao but above Gui Zhen.

This boundary is too strange, and martial artists at the tenth level are extremely rare, so it is called the end of martial arts.

Above the sea, Wang Fusu locked onto the young man in the python robe and threw a punch. The fist force seemed to cover the sea as it rushed towards the capital city known as the "Pearl of the Sea Cliff".

The largest ferry in the north was flooded with seawater in an instant. "A dragon's spine controls all directions." The dragon-control boxing of the martial artist Wang Fusu is a well-known boxing style, which has evolved into countless martial arts veins related to the spine, which is unique.

In this regard, Jiang Yuan has only one evaluation, which is not as good as Wang Xianzhi's.

With one step forward, the bottleneck that has troubled countless warriors throughout their lives is easily broken.

At the same time, throughout the vast world, on each of the nine continents, a majestic martial energy like a river from the sky rose straight into the sky. In the hundreds of martial arts temples scattered across the sky, every statue of a god opened their eyes and looked towards the northeast.

The other three worlds were attacked by a dragon of military luck.

He reached the top of the mountain as the strongest far-flung realm in ten thousand years.

Jiang Yuan, who had never traveled to various continents, had star spots strung together like a line on his body. He seemed to be wearing a deep garment woven from the starry sky. Each of his long journeys spanned an unimaginable distance, which appeared vast and boundless in his mind.

Jiang Yuan stabbed his hands into the vacuum, then pulled hard in front of him. The magnificent capital of the Lu Dynasty, which covered an area of ​​thousands of miles, merged east and west, as if twisted by an invisible force. Countless buildings and streets were entangled with each other, compressed to the extreme, and turned into a ten-meter-long spear.

The unharmed Iron Cavalry and the people of the capital looked up in confusion. Song Changjing's eyes were burning to the extreme, and his fighting spirit did not diminish at all. Instead, he felt a sense of heroism that was even honorable to die.

Jiang Yuan took the second step and threw a straight punch forward at the peak of his martial arts skills.

Heart-like stars shone brightly on the spear, and sixty-four aura dragons rose from the ground over a thousand miles of land.

The sea and the whistling Guizhen fist force retreated.

Wang Fusu's scalp tingled, and this time he really ignored the bone-gnawing pain in his body. He gritted his teeth and delivered a punch with all his might, sweeping away the air of decrepitude that had accumulated over decades.

The spirit arrives before the punch is thrown.

The two fists merged into one, and the divine will reached its peak.

Unfortunately, the Star Gun easily broke through the mighty fist force lingering around the heaven and earth, and pierced a bowl-shaped, transparent hole in Wang Fusu's chest, with blood dripping.

This great master, one of the most powerful masters in the world, came across the sea and then split the sea apart. His speed was like the flying sword of a great swordsman, and he plunged headlong into the southern mountains of Uttarakuru.

Whether you live or die depends not on your martial arts foundation but on your fate.

If he is truly seriously injured and on the verge of death, any cultivator in the middle fifth realm can reap the benefits.

In the capital of Lu, on the altar of heaven.

Jiang Yuan swallowed up his martial luck and stabilized his state of mind. The world before his eyes changed drastically, and a hazy mountain appeared.

For ten thousand years, the eleven strongest warriors in history have stood around the mountain, all of them are the afterglow reflected by the long river of time.

The first, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth are exactly the same, with tall and thin figures.

The second one has gradually transformed from a woman into a young figure, and is extremely young. However, the next blood refining is destined to wait until the body is fully grown before a breakthrough, otherwise her body will be incomplete and her talent will be wasted.

The third, tenth and eleventh are the shadows of tall and burly armored soldiers.

"What is martial arts?"

A mysterious sound resounded through the mountain top.

Jiang Yuan waved his hand, and the hazy mountains in front of him collapsed, and his sight returned to the altar.

"You should have seen it." Cui Cang said calmly.

"I don't have time to deal with it." Jiang Yuan said, "All the silver and immortal money in the capital will be converted into Grain Rain Money and belong to me."

"I agreed on behalf of the emperor."

Cui Can showed an ambiguous smile. He had made great achievements in destroying a country when he started. As a king, he had no more titles to offer but still did not want money. Could it be that he had his eyes on the throne? So he liked to deal with smart people, and Emperor Dali was an indispensable part of his base.

(End of this chapter)