The unparalleled prince, was taken from the supreme bone at the beginning

Chapter 43 How dare a group of ants live in the sky?

The torrential flood came from the sky, and the dust fell on the earth.

Under the impact of the terrible flood, half of the tens of thousands of troops fell down directly. The soldiers of the Seven Nations Allied Forces beaten by the mighty flood were buried in the Nu River.

"Everyone, all the great masters take action and knock down that Taoist artifact!"

King Munda's eyes were scarlet.

A Taoist weapon is enough to overturn the whole situation. If the Taoist weapon is allowed to unleash floods, then the tens of millions of troops will only be left with a joke.

Shhhhhh.

Without any hesitation, among the Allied Forces of the Seven Nations, all the great masters charged towards Wan Jiang Bo with fierce eyes. As long as this Taoist artifact falls, Youzhou will be defeated!

But they, after all, took the Taoist artifact too lightly. Before these figures reached the Wanjiang Bowl, they were suppressed by the powerful aura that filled the potter, making them unable to move an inch.

"Want to touch my king's Wanjiang Bowl?"

"You, bitches!"

Holding a battle sword in his hand, Su Qing, who was standing in the air, saw the great masters who were not afraid of life and death, and suddenly laughed contemptuously. Just these rotten shrimps and smelly fish, still want to blast the Wanjiang Bowl?

Just don't take yourself seriously!
"My lord, send you to die!"

Wow, he made a move, a sword swept out, under the torrential flood, a flash of sword light swept across the air, and the sword was frosty and cold for fourteen states!

The terrifying sword energy, wrapped in the sword light, was like thunder and fire, and it ruthlessly killed the crowd of the great masters. The powerful force seemed to be the palm of the gods who wanted to destroy all living beings.

"Do not!!!"

The sword light was raging, and the great masters screamed in despair. The fluctuating sword energy alone was enough to tear their livers and gallbladders, and their fighting spirit collapsed.

A sword fell, filled with blood.

All the great masters affected by the sword light fell to the ground, already out of breath, and Su Qing, who was holding the sword in his hand, had a smear of blood in the corner of his eyes.

"Are you an innate?"

"No, it's not Xiantian, it's King Wu!"

King Munda looked at Su Qing in mid-air in horror, his heart trembled violently, and then roared in horror, the other monarchs of the six countries were all facing the abyss.

Finished!

A Taoist artifact, a King Wu, is this horse riding on the territory of the Eight Kingdoms?
The nightmare belonging to the Allied Forces of the Seven Nations has only just begun. The tens of millions of troops they rely on have become vulnerable, like shredded paper.

At the same time, East Dragon City.

This is a bustling city, completely different from Youzhou. Although it is also a border city, it has hardly experienced wars.

Therefore, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and live a prosperous life, and even started trade with neighboring countries, so that the economy here was once among the top few in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

But today, the entire Donglong City was empty, all the people were temporarily moved out, and even the army stationed outside the city was also evacuated.

Outside the city gate, Su Mang was sitting on a chair, holding an ancient book in his hand, reading it comfortably, occasionally raising his head to look at the sky with dark clouds, showing a warm smile.

Very fitting!
Not bad!

call out.

Suddenly, a sword chant pierced through the air like a dragon, followed by flickering sword lights, and after a short while, a series of figures occupied the entire air.

Thirteen factions joined forces to kill!

There are thousands of strong men floating in the air, looking down at Su Mang. Although there are only a thousand of them, the aura they exude is no weaker than the tens of thousands of troops!

Among these people, the weakest ones are first-rank fighters, and among them, there are as many grand masters as there are fish crossing the river. The giants of the innate realm occupy more than 60 of them!
terrible!
This force, looking at the territory of the eight countries, is absolutely unparalleled. No matter which country, even if a million troops are dispatched, it cannot stop the killing of a thousand people.

Therefore, even when these people saw Su Mang and knew that he was a Martial King, they all smiled grimly.

So what about King Wu?
There are too many ants and they can kill elephants. They have so many strong men, and they bombard Su Mang alone, even King Wu will accidentally be tricked.

King Wu, you can't be invincible in defense, right?

"Everyone, I have been waiting here for a long time."

Su Mang put down the scroll in his hand, stood up slowly, looked at the thousand-strong man in front of him, couldn't help smiling, and spoke politely, but the thousand-strong man opposite was all nervous.

so polite?

Kind of weird!
"Master of the Zhaixing Pavilion, where is Chen Zhongyang?"

Su Mang asked again as usual.

Su Mang is thinking about this guy who once dug out his supreme bone with his own hands. As long as he frees his hand, he can't escape or survive.

"Su Mang, don't put on airs here. I'm not here to chat with you. If you don't give us a satisfactory answer today, there is no need for this East Dragon City to exist!"

"Even if it is you, you will inevitably suffer. I also want to taste what it is like to suppress King Wu!"

In the void, an innate statue stepped out, looked at Su Mang coldly, and shouted fiercely.

Boom boom boom.

On the side, thousands of strong men burst out their brilliant auras one after another, making the void tremble continuously. These guys are trying to give Su Mang a run for his money.

Their self-righteousness is so ridiculous in Su Mang's eyes.

The mayfly shakes the tree, and the door swings the axe.

"What kind of explanation do you want?"

Su Mang was not in a hurry to make a move. Anyway, these guys couldn't escape, so why not listen to what ridiculous conditions they would say, it would be fun.

The Xiantian glanced at Su Mang: "The attitude is not bad. If so, I will talk to you on behalf of the thirteen sects and the seven dynasties."

"Although you are the King of Martial Arts, you are unparalleled in strength, but you are not invincible. You are only one person!"

"Now, we are waiting for thirteen forces, and the seven dynasties are all joining forces. Let alone you, Su Mang, even in the northern border, you are not a weak force."

"The person who killed us is so arrogant and domineering. How arrogant is this, but since you are King Wu, I will spare you for a while."

"Great Zhou Dynasty, immediately admit your mistake to us, and then make compensation. As for the specific figures and procedures, we will discuss it mainly, and you cannot refuse."

"I agree, then let's make peace!"

"If you don't agree, Donglong City and Youzhou City will be destroyed today. Together with us, the seven kingdoms' tens of millions of troops will enter the Great Zhou Dynasty and kill him!"

Conditions are out.

Apology, compensation.

Su Mang smiled very brightly. He shook his hand, and he was already holding the Zhuxian Sword in his hand. He looked up at the group of strong men in midair, and his eyes were filled with displeasure.

"How dare a group of ants live in the sky?"

"Get off!"

Rumble.

The voice sounded like the anger of a god, and the trembling void trembled. The face of the thousands of strong men who were originally arrogant, changed drastically at this moment, as if their bodies were directly pressed down by an invisible big hand.

Bang.

Bang bang bang.

The figure fell to the ground, screaming again and again.

(End of this chapter)