Eternal Martial Emperor

"Move the mountain seal!"

Unexpectedly, Long Chenfeng suddenly became imprinted on both hands, and his Azure Dragon Spear turned into a giant dragon, entwined between his palms.

Long Chenfeng raised his palm high and pointed it at the sky.

The wind was surging, the sky was torn open by a huge mouth, and a huge mountain fell from the sky.

If you look at it seriously, this mountain is completely a scaled-down version of Dragon Tiger Mountain.

"The mountain is coming!"

Until Hu Heixin slammed into the void and roared, this small mountain fell from the sky and smashed into the anti-Alliance Saint Cult army.

For a time, there were countless casualties.

Countless soldiers were on this huge mountain, directly smashed into flesh.

This move stunned many people in Tu Shenzong.

"Moving the mountain seal..."

"It's been many years, it should be six or seven years, right?"

"I don't remember, it's almost the same."

Hai Wang and others did not respond, but for Prince Nangong, Yasuo and others, and even Ye Shenghui, they all remembered this move very clearly.

This is the fame technique of Long Yuxi, Sect Master Longhu.

The eyes of Long Chenfeng and Hu Heixin were red, and they both practiced this trick hard just to be able to perform this trick to pay tribute to their eldest brother.

"Brother, have you seen it in the Spirit of Heaven?"

"This prosperous age is as you wish, let alone the assassination club or the Seven Demon Sect. Now even if it is a holy religion, we are not afraid!" Hu Heixin said with a cry, even now Lin Yun has become theirs. metropolitan.

But in the hearts of him and Long Chenfeng, they always regarded Long Yuxi as their first suzerain and the person they most respected.

Huh——!

Among the army, there was also a very beautiful figure, and that was Yasuo holding the "Purple Flame Demon Sword."

Yasuo's current realm has reached the peak of the eighth-level martial emperor. Coupled with the divine tool "Purple Flame Demon Sword", the martial emperor below half a step martial arts, he has the power of a battle.

In the army, he directly unlocked his martial spirit, turning it into three heads and six arms, just like the same Shura, and the "Purple Flame Demon Sword" also turned into six.

"Kill him for me!"

The anti-Alliance Saint Cult army is panicking now, with fear and anger in their hearts.

The fear is that this group of opponents are too strong.

Even if the number of their martial emperors is higher than the other, there are still 200,000 troops to help.

But this group of people from Shenzong Tu, relying on the increase of Yueyue and Yun Ruoxi, their strength has been greatly improved, and the strength of each individual has reached the high-ranking martial emperor.

Even after Long Chenfeng and Hu Heixin turned on the "Beast Body", coupled with the blessing of Yun Ruoxi, their strength was vaguely about to break through the boundaries of Wu Huang.

More importantly, it was the dragon and phoenix beast that had been hanging on top of their heads, releasing fire feathers from time to time.

Compared to the others, the realm of the Dragon Phoenix Beast has reached the second-level martial sage, and it is not at all that these martial emperors can be hostile.

It was precisely because of the help of the dragon and phoenix beast that Prince Nangong and others dared to swagger into the anti-Alliance Saint Cult army.

"Purple Demon Nine Feet Array!"

At a certain moment, Yasuo fell into the siege of the anti-Alliance Saint-Cultural army, surrounded by thousands of soldiers, as well as several Wuhuang emperors.

However, he did not panic because of this, a huge circle of fire centered on him, covering the surrounding nine feet of land.

Nine feet of land, it can be said that no grass will grow!

Whether it is an anti-Alliance Saint Cult soldier or Wu Huang, once they step into the "Purple Demon Nine Feet Formation", they are instantly cut into pieces.

This move was left behind by Venerable Blade of the Eternal Temple, and it has now been fully understood by Yasuo.

"Minute manipulation!"

At the same time, Ye Shenghui, holding a broomstick, suddenly appeared beside Yasuo.

With a light wave of its tiny broom, all the anti-Alliance Saints soldiers present were all controlled by Ye Shenghui.

But Ye Shenghui didn't immediately use the martial arts ability to behead these soldiers.

Otherwise, relying on his strength, it would not be difficult to kill these soldiers of the anti-Alliance Saint Cult in one move.

"Leave a few more people for you to practice your hands, there is no need for an old man over there." Ye Shenghui showed a kindly gaze, just standing beside Yasuo.

Hearing what Ye Shenghui said, Yasuo couldn't help but look into the distance, and he couldn't help but show a wry smile.

The soldiers and Emperor Wu who were originally anti-Alliance Saint Cult thought they were miserable enough.

but!

What is really miserable is the group of martial sages who belong to the sacred religion.

"Wu Qi, catch it."

The Sea King waved the "Sea King Divine Fork", and with just one wave, a huge wave appeared from the void without warning.

Looking at this huge wave from a distance, like a tornado, it turned into three waves, directly sweeping the bodies of the three martial sages.

These martial sages resisted vigorously, their eyes full of panic.

However, standing in front of them, working on them, but the middle eighth rank Martial Saint Sea King.

With these low-level martial sages, they couldn't resist it at all.

In an instant, the three martial sages who were swept up by the waves fell in front of the two patriarchs and Murong Way respectively.

"Zuo Yinquan!"

Wu Qiu made a fist with his left hand, and a pair of black and white fists hovered in his martial soul. This was his holy martial soul-"Yin-Yang Divine Fist."

A punch was blasted, the void vibrated, and an invisible shock wave suddenly spread out, spitting blood from a Martial Saint in front of him, and most of the muscles and bones in his body were broken.

"High pressure water jet!"

Fifty-five open hands sealed, and a jet of high-pressure water was suddenly ejected from his mouth.

This high-pressure water column was like an arrow, directly piercing the body of another Wu Sheng in front of him.

"Eight-claw Huoli!"

The Murong method has already opened up the sacred beast body, and its strength is close to the fourth-level martial sage, not inferior to the undercurrent of the year.

Eight-claw Huoli's claws radiated blue flames, and under one claw, the martial sage in front of him screamed, and **** scars immediately appeared on his body.

Wu Qiu, Wu Wu Kai, and Murong Alchemist, all deliberately, deliberately split the vitals of the three martial sages, but did not immediately kill them.

For the people of the Tu Shenzong, it is not difficult to destroy the anti-Alliance Saint Cult army, and it does not even take long.

It's just that this time they want to practice their hands.

Even if they are weapons, they will be unfamiliar if they are not used for too long, not to mention that they are real people.

It is precisely because of this that Sea King will choose to send each of the martial sages to the rest of them to practice their hands. This is a rare opportunity.

Even in the hearts of the people of the Tu Shenzong, there are too few soldiers in the anti-Alliance Saint Cult army.

Even if there are more than 200,000, 300,000 or even a million soldiers, they will not be afraid.

You know, the Shentu Sect army led by Xiao Yin has not arrived yet.

In the Murong style storage ring, the number of guards in the magic palace alone has reached two hundred!

What does this mean, it means that there are still two hundred Wushengs who have not taken out Shenzong Tu.