The strongest immortal emperor in history

Chapter 483

This person is dressed in fluttering white, with a handsome face, standing in the air, with a jade tree facing the wind.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Guan was not like that demon, who started fighting without saying a word, his subordinates did not kill the unknown.

"My prince's great Xia god is facing Xia Yu." Xia Yu has a calm demeanor, his eyes are like lacquer, he has the demeanor of a prince and the elegance of a monk, the two temperaments are perfectly combined.

"Hmph, what goddamn gods and princes, in front of my army of demons, they are all native chickens and dogs, this demon Zhao Guan, remember this name, and you will know who died on Huangquan Road in the future." Zhao Guan said harshly.

Xia Yu smiled slightly, with an elegant demeanor. Sihao was not angry at Zhao Wan's words, and stretched out his hand slightly: "Brother Zhao, please..."

Looking at Xia Yu's handsome face, Zhao Guan became angry. Looking at the state of mind where everything is not in his heart, he couldn't maintain stability. A black magic light shot towards Xia Yu.

Xia Yu didn't move, a golden dragon rushed out of his body, and rushed towards the black magic light.

"boom!"

The sound of an explosion sounded, and both the black magic light and the golden dragon turned into flying ash in mid-air. The first contact, the two were evenly divided.

"There's a way." Zhao Guan's eyes were bleeding, he stretched out his red tongue and touched his lips, his figure turned into a black light, surrounded by countless demonic energy, and rushed towards Xia Yu.

Xia Yu unfolded a set of movements, Xia Yu's shadows were all in all directions, surrounded the black light in the middle, and golden dragons rushed towards the black light in the middle, trying to strangle the black light.

However, as soon as the golden dragons made of gold rushed into the black magic energy around Wuguang, like snow meeting the scorching sun, they melted into the magic energy one after another, which didn't play a half role.

Faced with this situation, Xia Yu's expression remained unchanged. A golden dragon sword appeared in front of him, and he was forced to slash it towards Wu Guang. With one slash, the surrounding devil energy was cut away, revealing the Zhao Guan.

In front of Zhao Guan was a handleless pitch-black magic sword, and the avenues and sky marks formed layers of dark runes on the magic sword. When he saw the golden dragon sword coming, he let out a cold hey from the corner of his mouth, destroying the magic sword. The sword slashed straight at the Golden Dragon Sword.

"throat!"

There was a sound of golden dragon hissing, and Zhao Guan's inconspicuous magic sword hit Xia Yu's golden dragon sword severely, making Xia Yu unstable in mid-air.

"Hmph, the strength is nothing more than that. It's just an embroidered pillow. No matter how good the skin is, what's the use of it?" Zhao Guan saw Xia Yu's Golden Dragon Sword being severely injured with his sword, and Xia Yu was slightly injured. He looked down on Xia Yu even more in his heart. , suddenly destroyed the sword art, and wave after wave of attacks aimed at Xia Yu's Golden Dragon Sword. In a blink of an eye, more than a thousand swords were cut out, and finally with a ding, the Golden Dragon Sword was cut off. Xia Yu also sprayed out the moment the sword broke. A mouthful of blood.

Seeing Xia Yu vomit blood, Zhao Guan was overjoyed, and rushed towards Xia Yu directly, intending to cut Xia Yu under the sword, he was displeased the first time he saw this little boy, and he would never show mercy.

Seeing Zhao Guan approaching, a flash of panic flashed in Xia Yu's eyes, and he wanted to run away, but he seemed to be forced by Zhao Guan's aura, so his reaction was a bit slow. "die!"

Zhao Guan spat out a word coldly, and the black magic sword slashed towards Xia Yu who was completely locked.

Xia Yu seemed to be in a panic, and barely moved his body.

"puff!"

A burst of blood mist erupted, Xia Yu's entire arm was chopped off by Zhao Guan.

"hey-hey……"

Zhao Guan let out a cold laugh, this Xia Yu is really a silver-like wax gun head, so he can't help but hit it.

"burst!"

Suddenly, a cold voice came to Zhao Guan's ears, a huge force rushed towards him, and a sense of danger rose directly from the bottom of his heart.

Zhao Guan's face immediately turned pale, and the domains on his body, all kinds of body protection secrets, and magic weapons were destroyed the moment his intuition arose, and in an instant, a violent and inexhaustible energy swept towards him. Dao-level body-protecting magic weapons are extremely weak under this energy. His Immortal Demon Realm is riddled with holes from the impact of this energy, and his body is almost torn apart by the impact of this energy. .

"Ah, indestructible magic art, rebirth!"

Zhao Guan used the indestructible essence cultivated in the Mahayana period. The Nascent Soul in his body opened his mouth and spit out a ball of black blood, pouring into his body, constantly repairing the body seriously injured by this energy, but the Nascent Soul was spitting out After a cloud of black blood, he became visibly listless.

Zhao Guan violently withdrew a thousand meters towards the formation, escaped from the energy storm whose power had come to an end, and looked forward with a cloudy face, only to see Xia Yu still standing in the void like a javelin, his face pale, his right arm The place was empty, the blood had already stopped, and the expression on his face was the same as before, as if the severed right arm was not like his. He calmly looked towards Zhao Guan, but for some reason, Zhao Guan saw Xia Yu's calm gaze. , a burst of chills for no reason.

Xia Yu's eyes were calm, but it caused the cultivators and the demons to cause riots. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Xia Yu's strength is slightly inferior to that of Zhao Guan, but he forced Zhao Kou into this. compared to.

Zhao Guan also had no strength to fight anymore, and his eyes were complicated. He didn't expect this little boy whom he looked down upon to be so decisive. Using his own magic weapon and right arm as bait, he became careless and blew himself up. , severely injured him, this round, it is really hard to say who will win and who will lose.

He cut off Xia Yu's right arm, but in the Mahayana period, with the help of mysterious spells and miraculous elixir, he could completely regenerate the broken arm, and the domain that exploded could be regenerated in a few years, and he was forced to use The source of Mahayana is the most important source that can only be cultivated by monks in the Mahayana period. It is extremely difficult to cultivate, and it is extremely important for monks in the Mahayana period. If he wants to regain this source of Mahayana, he will not have a hundred years to do it No, speaking of it, he still has a slight disadvantage.

"Zhao Guan, come back."

When Zhao Bin's voice came out, Zhao Guan didn't dare to disobey, and retreated to the main formation. He used the Mahayana origin, and he was no longer able to fight.

Similarly, Xia Yu blew himself up in the field, lost an arm, and at the same time was powerless to fight again.

Zhao Bin looked at Xia Yu who silently returned to the camp of cultivators, with a complex expression. Although this cultivator named Xia Yu was not as strong as Zhao Guan, his character was not comparable to Zhao Guan. He was calm, decisive and ruthless. This kind of ruthlessness not only It is for the enemy, but also for oneself. If it grows up in the future, the achievements will be absolutely astonishing.

He set his sights on the monk side. After these two matches, the morale of the monk side became stronger and stronger. If he didn't regain a victory, then the blow to his own morale would be fatal. morale.

"Elder Zeng, I invite you to fight." Zhao Bin ordered in a low voice, and he stopped messing with these monks, and directly dispatched an elder-level master, Elder Zeng Qifei from Wangu City.

"Yes, Elder Zhao." Zeng Qifei gladly accepted the order. He felt aggrieved about these two battles. He would play a game of fighting generals with these monks. It would be enough to send masters to kill them directly. However, for Zhao Bin's He decided that he didn't dare to question it. This time Zhao Bin sent him to fight, so he would be ruthless and start killing.

Zeng Qifei stood on the battlefield in the middle, exuding a powerful aura without any scruples, the whole world seemed to be centered on him, fluctuating with his aura.

"A master of the eighth heaven in the Mahayana period!"

The powerful Yi Shuihan and the others raised their shields again and again to protect all the disciples around them, and at the same time retreated tens of thousands of meters before stopping.

Several people frowned. Only a few suzerain masters of the eighth heavenly master in the Mahayana period have reached such a height, and other disciples have never achieved such a level of cultivation.

"Let me do it."

Yi Shuihan opened his mouth and stepped into the battlefield.

"Yi Shuihan, the suzerain of Xuantian Sect, please advise." Yi Shuihan said in a gentle and elegant manner.

"This is not teaching, but a life-and-death fight. For the sake of you being the master of the sect, let me remind you that I will never show mercy." Zeng Qifei said.

"It's the same with me." Yi Shuihan said, with firmness in his tone.

"That's good." After Zeng Qifei finished speaking, he raised his hand, and an ancient mottled city was sacrificed by him, facing Yi Shuihan to calm down. Under the suppression of this city, the surrounding space continued to explode, sending out tearing waves. The voice trembled like a rag.

Zhao Bin raised a black shield to protect all the demon army in it. Mo Tianhua, Xia Jingtian, Shi Hui, etc. also put up the shield. The aftermath of the battle between monks in the Mahayana period would be disastrous for the disciples around them. If there is no protection, I am afraid that none of them will survive.

Facing the magic weapon that Zeng Qifei offered, Yi Shuihan didn't dare to be careless. A long sword of ice crystal flew out of his body, and the whole world was filled with a deep chill in an instant. Those space cracks that were crushed by the ancient mottled city All were frozen.

All the demons and monks held their breath. The battle between two Mahayana monks had never been seen for thousands of years. It was a rare opportunity to witness the battle between the eighth heaven monks of the Mahayana period.Of course, without the protection of Zhao Bin, Mo Tianhua and others, these people would never have dared to watch the battle between the masters of the eighth heaven in the Mahayana period, and any aftermath would wipe them out.

Seeing the power of the flying sword Yi Shuihan offered, Zeng Qifei didn't dare to be careless. At his level, he has rich combat experience, and he will never have any chances, and he doesn't need to play any tricks. Speaking with strength, Yi Shuihan's strength is enough for him to pay attention to.

An ancient city full of vicissitudes of history seems to be slowly pressing towards Yishuihan, surrounded by domains above, the avenues and sky marks form magic symbols printed on the city, and even the original power of the Mahayana period is blessed on the magic weapon On top of that, this kind of power is enough to destroy a whole world. Yi Shuihan didn't dare to be careless, his eyes were full of solemnity. The natal magic weapon, the Cold Water Sword, rippling endless sword waves, faced this ancient city full of demonic energy one after another. .

(End of this chapter)