The most powerful emperor system

Chapter 988 Killing the King, All in One Sweep!
The man was still twisting and struggling, howling like a wolf, but there was a red glow, and he walked along the spear, and the man exploded in an instant.

Luo Yang didn't care about him at all, and let two fists, three palms, and two feet hit him firmly, and he rushed forward a step, clenched his fists and bombarded at the same time.

"Boom!"

The two ghost masters flew up high, like two sandbags blown by the air waves, spraying out beautiful blood lines in mid-air, and died when they fell to the ground. Killed by one move!

A brilliant haze sprayed from Luoyang's spine, and a giant dragon of energy and blood sprayed out, circling around Luoyang, baring its teeth and claws. As soon as it appeared, it slapped the two people who had stepped out to death on the ground.

It used its body as a long sword, and cut it across all directions. The three people who struck out were also killed, and cut off from the middle.

This is simply a massacre. Luoyang entered the dragon like a flock of sheep, displaying his strength wantonly, pushing invincibly, and the broken limbs and remains were flying around with broken teeth and dripping blood.

The Eight Desolation Vulcan God of the Three Great Accomplishments came to bloom, and these divine lines were imprinted on his bones, and they merged with himself, which was the supernatural power of the physical body. A majestic 狻猊 appeared, and a roar shattered the universe.

Dozens of mighty soldiers that flew out were all exploded and turned into debris, like setting off dozens of fireworks. The remaining 20 or so people were also rolled by the shocking energy and blood, and their actions were blocked for a while, and they were constrained everywhere.

But Luoyang would not be polite to them. The Good Fortune Sword was drawn out of its sheath, and the golden sword body leaped with fierce brilliance. He started killing, and heads rolled down wherever he passed.

One breath is ten flicks of the fingers, one flick of the fingers is a moment, and in a moment more than half of the 20 people were slaughtered by Luoyang, leaving only nine people who are still retreating.

"Don't kill me!" A woman staggered back, with blood on the corner of her mouth, and a lotus root arm had disappeared.

"I won't kill you? I'm sorry, I can't do it." Luo Yang stretched his ape's arms lightly, and killed him with one move. His head flew far away and rolled around on the ground.

The nine kings were divided into nine positions and stood in the distance, watching with cold eyes. The harder Luoyang killed, the happier they were, because the more Luoyang's power would be consumed, the easier it would be for them to strike again.

As for the life and death of those ghost clan powerhouses, they don't pay much attention to them. It would be even better if they were killed by Luoyang, saving them effort.

After all, it is related to the secrets of the Mythical Heavenly Court, so you can't be too careful, otherwise, once it is spread, even the kings of heaven and even the emperors will come to snatch it, and they can't keep the first-level kings alone.

So these great powers must die. If Luoyang doesn't kill them, the nine kings will kill them. Now they use these abandoned sons to consume Luoyang's power and kill two birds with one stone. Why not do it?

"Hey, how are you, eight patriarchs of the Ghost Tooth Babu. Speaking of which, your luck is really good. The first to enter survived to the last. Even the kings have fallen several times. You are really lucky. "

Luo Yang said with a smile, facing the all-powerful patriarchs of the eight tribes alone, he completely suppressed them, no matter in terms of momentum or strength: "Aren't you aggrieved now, you want to die, understand."

"Okay, then, let you all be sensible ghosts, and you nine-dollar old bastards, take a good look at the true face of my son." Luo Yang tore off his mask, revealing a handsome and handsome man. Extraordinary faces come.

"It's so young!" Some kings were amazed. They had deep cultivation and sharp eyes, and they could tell at a glance that Luoyang's age was definitely not more than one year old.

"It's you!"

To say that the one who was most horrified was Tie Ya patriarch: "Gui Yang, it's you! What on earth are you trying to do? Do you want to bully your master and destroy your ancestors?"

"Ah bah, fuck your grandma's legs, my son will not change his name or surname, even Luoyang, the human race! Now you all go to die!"

Luoyang's combat power is fully activated, and the sacred texts around him begin to roll up, and there is a magnificent view of strong winds and clouds flying!
"To kill you!"

"Don't underestimate people!"

The Gold Tooth Patriarch and the Blood Fang Patriarch rushed up first. One had golden lines on his body, and the other turned into blood-colored glaze. The whole person was carved out of a blood diamond, and they blasted thousands of moves at Luoyang at the same time.

But they flew back in the next second, and they were defeated by Luo Yang with one move. He flicked his fingers repeatedly, and the two patriarchs kept trembling, spurting blood, and their bodies cracked like fine porcelain.

Like a shattered mirror, both of them exploded when Luoyang flicked its fingers ten times, leaving no place for burial.

"Weak, weak, not enough to look at at all." Luo Yang grabbed the long sword of the patriarch of Shenya, twisted it into a twist with all his strength, and then stepped on the patriarch of Shenya with one foot, smashing it to pieces!

The remaining five people looked at each other, knowing that it would be too late if they didn't try their best, they joined forces to kill them and sacrificed five teeth.

"A pile of rubbish." Luo Yang shook his fists one after another, and all five teeth were blown out.

The five patriarchs spurted blood one after another, their faces ashen ashes, knowing that the time had come for them to return to the ruins, each of them was unwilling or fearful, and the last moment of their lives seemed very unbearable.

Luoyang pushed Wudi, and killed four people in a blink of an eye. Only the Lord of Iron Fang raised his eyebrows and glared at Luoyang: "Why don't you kill me?"

Luo Yang sneered and said: "Whoever said that I won't kill you, just tell you, don't be afraid of loneliness, after you die, all the hundreds of millions of ghost masters from Guiya Babu will be buried with you!"

"You!" Clan Chief Iron Fang was extremely angry, and wanted to yell at him, but he couldn't do it anymore. A ray of golden light flashed, piercing his forehead, and this ambitious master fell.

"This is the moment!"

The snow-white eyes of a king saw through the red dust of the world. With a flick of the sword in his hand, he took the initiative to attack. His tyrannical body crushed the void and sent out a continuous line of thunder!
"Pfft!" The silver sword slashed down vertically, blood splashing, this sword was both fast and ruthless, almost cut off Luoyang's shoulder, and finally embedded in the shoulder blade, sparks shot out!
"It's impossible!" The king with white eyes changed his face wildly. He originally wanted to split Luoyang into two pieces in this sneak attack, but Luoyang's physical strength frightened him!
"It's you who's waiting!"

Luo Yang grabbed the silver long sword, raised his foot and kicked the king to the ground. Enduring the severe pain in his shoulder, he struck out, spraying Shen Xi from his pores, and punched down again.

"you wanna die!"

"Stop this little bastard!"

The remaining eight kings shot together, shaking the world, but unfortunately, the power of Haohao Tangtang was blocked by two long blood dragons, they twisted into one body, like Tai Chi gossip, with amazing defensive power.

Luoyang was squirting blood from the shock, but he shot without hesitation. The king's head was cracked with a punch, and even the soul didn't escape. A real king was beheaded by Luoyang!

At this moment, even Luoyang himself felt unreal. He was a king who could be reborn in the world with a single thought, but he died like this today. He died in his own hands. It was like a lie!
But this is true, even if Luoyang won the victory with the help of the rules here, it is an indisputable fact that he beheaded a king!

With a thought in his mind, the burial coffin took the king's body into it. After all, the king's body is precious, so it shouldn't be wasted.

The other eight kings were also almost stupid. They really didn't expect that the king would die like this, and died in the hands of a second-level human junior!
"Kill, Zhan Tianque!" Luoyang drew out the fortune sword, and the human sword combined to show amazing swordsmanship, and wisps of extremely sharp sword light were derived.

"Everyone, be careful, this kid is weird, let's go together!"

"Kill him!"

The eight kings rushed up together, and started a fierce battle with Luoyang. Blood was splattering, and Luoyang was constantly injured. After all, these eight are all kings, so they should not be underestimated!

"Bang bang bang!"

A ghost king showed his real body with four heads and eight arms, and he chiseled Luoyang's body randomly. In just an instant, dozens of pits appeared on Luoyang's body!
But Luoyang didn't retreat, instead he endured the severe pain and showed a strange smile. He opened his mouth and sprayed out a golden blood arrow, which suddenly turned into a long sword after flying a foot away.

The blood sword circled around the ghost king, and all four heads flew out, the primordial spirit was also killed, and another king fell!
The battle in Luoyang was quite bitter. He was almost killed several times, and his body was broken several times, but he persisted, with endless vitality, the source of life surging, and constantly reshaping his body!
Half an hour passed in a blink of an eye, Luoyang soldiers made a dangerous move and killed two kings again, and now only five people are still fighting fiercely with him.

"Da Luo Tian Yin!" A tall ghost king slapped Luo Yang's back.

This move was very powerful, and it directly slapped Luoyang on the ground, his back was dripping with blood and flesh, and even his spine was almost broken.

"Town!" A guy with a beard and eyebrows rushed down from the sky, holding a magic subduing pestle, and smashed Luoyang's head.

"Suppress you, uncle!" Luo Yang stretched out one hand to block the Demon Subduing Pestle, grabbed the Good Fortune Sword with the other hand and swung it up like this, rubbing against the Demon Subduing Pestle made an ear-piercing creaking sound.

"boom!"

One of Luoyang's arms exploded, dripping with blood, and broken bones flew everywhere, but the yin and yang qi surged through the sword light, and the old man was split from the center of his eyebrows to his span, and was split into two pieces by Luoyang's sword!

The light on his shoulders spread, and Luoyang was reborn with a broken arm and stood up again. His eyes were fierce, and two fingers lightly stroked the edge of the sword.
The yin and yang qi burst out, and a sword suddenly turned into a yin and yang double color, the left side was black and the right side was white. Luoyang made a move when the sword chanting was the most intense, and a flash of light cut into the entire mirror in an instant!
"puff!"

Luoyang's chest and back exploded at the same time. A palm print in the front shattered the bones, and a whip mark in the back was a foot and a half long.

But in front of him, the ghost king who cast the Great Luo Tianyin appeared with a blush between his brows, and it spread all over his body in a blink of an eye.

A mark on the neck of a young ghost king next to him who cast a copper whip turned around, and the two kings fell to the ground in the bloody light rain, and they were killed alive!

The battle has reached such a point that Luoyang is almost at the end of its rope, and the oil is exhausted, but he still attacks with enthusiasm and courage!
There were several more desperate collisions, and in the end only Luoyang was left standing proudly. He was almost paralyzed on the ground, with one hand leaning on the Yin-Yang Sword of Good Fortune, and the golden holy blood dripped down the ankle, the edge of the sword, and the fingertips. flowing.

(End of this chapter)