Martial Sovereign of Myriad Realms

First of all, the cultivator's accomplishments must be above the king's realm.

After the cultivation reaches the king's realm, the physical body of the warrior is enough to bear the savage and powerful energy brought by the monster after it is integrated into the body. Under the king's territory, if a warrior forcibly melts the yuan, he will most likely be unable to bear it and end up with a broken body and die.

Secondly, the cultivator and the integrated monster must be connected in a real sense.

This requires that the intelligence of monsters should not be low, and the intelligence of monsters is often linked to their product level. At least they need to reach the heaven level to be able to do it.

Self cultivation is in the king's territory, with heaven level monsters and pets. The whole Yuan Wu continent basically meets these two requirements, and there are a few thousand bird Zhai elders.

"Cut!"

He tried to suppress the yuan force in his body, which became extremely violent. Duan Tianming's long sword danced rapidly, and a fierce whirlwind came out with his long sword and cut it hard to the nether world.

The blue sword awn carries the life demon fire of qingluan spirit beast, and a burst of repressive breath swept out of the sword.

Seeing Duan Tianming's move to press the bottom of the box, Wang Po's eyes congealed, and he couldn't continue to suppress the injury in his body. With a spray of blood essence in his mouth, the Silver White Spear took on a tragic momentum. The remaining yuan force was instilled into the Silver White Spear without reservation, and the fierce gun momentum bloomed. The indomitable "broken artistic conception" was like a Thunder Dragon, Mercilessly attacked the middle-aged beautiful woman in mourning palace powder with fear in her eyes.

A blow will level the world.

It's all about this

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The battle on the battlefield below also continued. Facing Ye Feng in good condition and bursting combat power, Zhou Yuexian tried her best to control Zhao Qiankun and reluctantly maintained a balance with Ye Feng by relying on the powerful earth level spirit weapon in her hand.

You come and I go on both sides. You are vigorous and powerful. Other martial artists in the virtual environment dare not approach at all.

In the face of Ye Feng's growing momentum in the Vietnam War, Zhou Yuexian was more and more dignified in his heart. If it weren't for today's she was already a seriously injured body. She would try her best to kill Ye Feng here and eliminate the infinite threat to the demon sect.

Ye Feng frowned, and another "flame Sabre" slashed at them, but with the strong spirit of Zhao Qiankun under the blessing of the blood red feather fan and the sharp edge of the "dark soul sword" exerted by Zhou Yuexian, even though Ye Feng's combat power was very strong, he could not resist the power of these two earth level spirit tools.

Especially the "dark soul sword", the top-grade spirit sword on the ground level, if it is hit by the spirit sword body, it is definitely two transparent holes in the front and back.

Spirit tools are not as good as people.

No matter attack or defense, Ye Feng has no corresponding spirit weapon to match it.

If the moon burning Sabre could reach the earth level and withstand the collision of "dark soul sword", I'm afraid the two opponents would have been cut by Ye Feng long ago.

When there is little difference in strength, you can see how important a spirit weapon is to the martial arts.

"Click..."

Once again, Zhou Yuexian retreated again and again shocked by the great power, but there was a slight "click" sound on Ye Feng's moon burning knife, which made Ye Feng's heart sink.

It can be seen that there is a crack on it. The aura contained in the knife is slowly passing. As for the blade, there are several more gaps.

Ye Feng sighed slightly and pocketed the moon burning knife.

He was about to go up with his bare hands when he suddenly heard the clear sound of xuanjing in the distance.

"Younger martial brother ye, take the sword!"

A sky blue light flew towards Ye Feng. On the light, there was a strong sword intention to shoot everywhere.

"This is... Senior sister xuanjing's top grade spirit sword on the ground level?"

With quick eyes and quick hands, he grasped the sky blue sword light. The sky sword trembled slightly in the palm of Ye Feng's hand, and sent out a slight sword sound, which was some strange yuan force that resisted Ye Feng's injection.

However, after a short adaptation, the blue spirit sword soon became familiar with the yuan force fluctuation brought by Ye Feng and gradually became handy.

Feeling the sharp breath of the sword, Ye Feng couldn't help smacking his tongue.

The sword intention of the soul sword itself is shocking, not to mention the power that can be displayed under the smooth transportation.

Before entering the Forbidden City to practice with Lin Tujue and xuanjing, Ye Feng also saw xuanjing use this spirit sword to kill the demon warrior, which made him envy at that time.

This is a genuine spiritual weapon on the ground level. Generally, only when you reach the king's territory can you give full play to this level of spiritual weapon power. Therefore, even those who are half of the king's territory use only the spiritual weapon in the ground level.

And xuanjing, the seven layers of emptiness, actually carries the top grade Tianyu sword on the ground.

She deserves to be the little princess of astrology.

Although Ye Feng was a little jealous at that time, he was just envious. He didn't think he had the opportunity to use Tianyu sword so soon.

Of course, Ye Feng practices Dao, and the artistic conception he understands is also the seed of Dao meaning, which is not consistent with Tianyu sword.

However, this will not affect Ye Feng's combat power too much.

After all, with the powerful power of his own body, having this sword in hand is enough to defeat Zhou Yuexian at the end of the crossbow.

"Now, I'll see what you can rely on!"

After a heartless cold hum, Ye Feng's eyes were a little more cold.

While receiving the sword, Ye Feng roughly swept one side with his mental strength and found that the difference between xuanjing's current state and the dry state of the oil lamp is not far away.

Naturally, he understood why he could control Tianyu sword so easily, and there was a touch of heartache in his eyes.

Xuanjing, in order to help herself, peeled off her Yuan Li mark sealed in Tianyu spirit sword.

The more high-grade spirit tools are, the more they have some of their own spirituality. Xuan Jing has used this ground level top-grade spirit sword for many years and has already engraved her own brand in the sword body. But in order to enable Ye Feng to control and drive at the fastest speed, she just forcibly stripped off the Yuan force mark that belongs to her.

In this way, it may not only damage the spirit of Tianyu sword, but also bring her a certain sword intention to bite back, resulting in xuanjing's already weak body, which has an unsustainable trend again.

This makes Ye Feng feel embarrassed.

The beauty presented the sword.

How can I fail to live up to this intention.

"Bang!"

The momentum burst out. Ye Feng was holding a sky sword with a flickering cold breath. His appearance was a little strange, and there was a violent yuan force on his right fist, which gathered like a tornado. The huge pressure made the air creak all over him. The momentum obviously exceeded any attack he had made before.

"Damn..."

"How could he use the top-grade spirit sword on the ground so quickly?"

Zhou Yuexian's angry voice sounded, and a sense of powerlessness also appeared in her heart.

The former king's strongman, the elder of the mourning palace, has never been so weak as now. He can only look at the figure in front of the sword with resentment.

This is a four fold righteous Xiaowu in the virtual world

"In that case, then... Try your best..."