Legend of Fighting Emperor

"Zhuang Batian suddenly thought of something, and turned to look at the four people in the distance. "Come here!" With an explosive shout.

The four of them climbed up again and again, wiped the blood from the corner of their mouths, and tremblingly walked to Zhuang Batian's side to kowtow. Thank you Zhuang Elder for capturing your enemy. "Take revenge for Hu-ge."

"Reporting to the Zhuang Elder, they were swallowed by the same Bi'an Diremonster as Mu Xuan, and they were ordered by that Mu Xuan." Yin Yuejiannvzi continued with a cunning look on his face.

While he was thinking, the light screen in the crack suddenly flashed and instantly dissipated. The black iron crystal door automatically opened outwards.

A figure dressed in white slowly walked over. It was Zhuang Wenlong. Mu Xuan stared at the laughing Zhuang Wenlong, his heart on guard.

"Awake!" Junior Brother Mu! I saved your life. If I hadn't begged my father yesterday, you would already be dead. " Zhuang Wenlong was still smiling with a kind look on his face. I only have one request to save you. In my training bunker, you used your spirit energy and your treasure to accompany me in training. I'll let you go. "Well?"

Mu Xuan did not say anything, his eyes staring straight at Zhuang Wenlong. Zhuang Wenlong, who was at the peak of the spiritual realm, actually said such words. With a smile on his face, he was truly a smiling tiger. Let me use my cultivation at the fifth level of Spirit Condensation Realm to defeat him at the peak of the spiritual realm, and more than three times more. This is clearly not giving me a chance to live.

Mu Xuan's eyes revealed a cold glint. If you want to fight, just fight.

"Good, straightforward!" "Just use your spirit energy." Zhuang Wenlong who was clad in snow-white clothes laughed out loud, and then took a step forward, as the imposing aura on his body immediately pressured towards Mu Xuan. That was a cultivation at the peak of the spiritual realm. In an instant, a gust of wind blew through the entire bunker with Zhuang Wenlong as the center. The wind howled through the bunker as it charged towards Mu Xuan like an avalanche.

Mu Xuan immediately thought of something and took out the ink-jar. With a casual toss, strands of black light enveloped him. At the same time, his left eye blinked violently, and released all three seals of psychokinesis. Instantly, the gigantic stone cauldron was lifted up and smashed towards Zhuang Wenlong with a boom. The flying sword formed from the 23 dragon scales in his left hand rose up and pierced the empty space in front of him. That pressure was immediately dissipated.

"And using my father's magic treasure? "Hmph, you came at the perfect time!" Zhuang Wenlong then raised his right hand and pointed in front of him. The stone cauldron that was smashing downwards immediately stopped and fell to the ground.

Mu Xuan's pupils constricted, my spiritual realm is truly powerful, I wonder when I will be able to reach this level of cultivation.

"Is that all you've got?" Zhuang Wenlong laughed and ridiculed. Even if you use all of your abilities, I need an opponent. If you are qualified enough to be my opponent, you might be able to live a little longer. "

Mu Xuan's face was gloomy, unmoved.

"Hmph, you refuse a toast only to be punished. You're courting death!" Zhuang Wenlong bellowed in fury. He raised his right hand once again and a fire dragon instantly appeared in it, charging fiercely towards Mu Xuan. At the same time, his left hand pointed at Mu Xuan, and an astonishing gust of wind shot towards him like a sword beam.

Mu Xuan moved, his feet moved along with the Wind Manipulating Steps, his body flickered like a ghost, and at the same time, another two gigantic stone cauldrons smashed towards Zhuang Wenlong with a whoosh. The sword in his right hand flashed and slashed forward. It collided with the sword light formed by the strong wind. A clanging sound was heard, as if two swords were clashing. The gale sword beam dissipated, Mu Xuan's right hand trembled, the flying sword in his hand hummed as he was forced three steps back, blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth. The gap between their cultivation realms was too great, he was obviously no match for him. What should he do? Mu Xuan's mind quickly turned as he thought of a countermeasure.

Mu Xuan actually also revealed a hint of a smile on his face at this moment. Alright, I'll show you! " As he finished speaking, his left eye furiously blinked again. Three seals of psychokinesis shot out and three more stone cauldrons smashed forward. Then, another three stone cauldrons followed behind the stone cauldrons. The dragon scale in the flying sword in his right hand flickered, the 'Long River Sunset' struck towards the sky, drawing upon the energy of heaven and earth, directly striking Zhuang Wenlong in front of him. The sword contained a monstrous amount of spirit power, wrapped by a gigantic waterfall. Roaring water dragons transformed into tens of thousands of flowing water sword light, and instantly hacked towards the sword.

Zhuang Wenlong's eyes flashed, "Stone Cauldron again? This boy only knows how to smash stone cauldrons! " With both hands pointing forward, the three stone cauldrons fell down. " Hm? Once again, she waved her hand hurriedly, and the three stone cauldrons behind her fell down in front of Zhuang Wenlong. "Hmph, you still have more huh?" Just as he was about to roar in rage, he suddenly discovered a sky-overflowing Water Dragon Sword Light that charged over in a flash, its power overflowing the heavens. Zhuang Wenlong hurriedly put away his contempt, and a black iron fan appeared in the palm of his right hand. He hurriedly opened it and waved forward, and streams of wind formed into three heavy fists that fiercely smashed forward, colliding with the incoming sword beams.