The Ancient Zombie Emperor

Two Level Seven Martial Master appeared with cold smiles on their faces as they walked over, expressionless, looking at the corpses of their companions. In their eyes, as long as they killed Xiao Mu and Wang Er, they would definitely be rewarded with all sorts of Martial King.

In their eyes, the deaths of their comrades had been caused by carelessness.

Xiao Mu stood behind Wang Er in perfect condition, looked at the two Level Seven Martial Master, snapped his fingers, and said: "Be more nimble, get rid of them."

"Alright!" Hearing that, Wang Er's expression was relaxed, as though the two people in front of him were already dead.

The two Level Seven Martial Master s were enraged, and rushed forward. They knew very well that even a lion fighting a rabbit would use all their strength, let alone a person with such a Level Eight Martial Master like Wang Er. Thus, they had used all of their strength from the very beginning.

Falling Flower Sword!

Nine Winding Blade!

Bladelight and Swordshadows covered the sky. One of them released sword shadows that covered the sky as they chopped out a terrifying Bladelight. Each attack was more powerful than the last, and it could be said to be extremely powerful. The blade and sword slashed out at Wang Er.

"Come, come, your Grandpa Wang Er will take a step back, and he will be your grandson!" Wang Er clamored, his hand moving forward the entire time.

He was using his flesh and blood to fight against the blade and sword!

The two Level Seven Martial Master s revealed cold smiles, thinking that they were courting death.

However, in the next second, both of their expressions changed as cold sweat broke out on their backs.

The blade and sword images were suddenly shattered by Wang Er's palm that released a red light. The swords and sabers of the two men fiercely shook and broke into pieces. They were sent flying like kites with their strings cut and blood spewing everywhere.

"Not good, he's not a Level Eight Martial Master cultivator." A Level Seven Martial Master disciple said in shock, "This is … Grade Nine Martial Master, one more step and you will become a king! "

Just like the first Level Seven Martial Master cultivator to be killed, they were so scared that their hearts and bodies were about to burst. They no longer had the will to fight as they turned around and ran. However, Wang Er's palm strike came attacking again, one of its body was pierced through, rolling on the ground, turning it into a bloody corpse.

The other person fled a hundred meters away, looked at the place where his clan's Martial King was hiding, and loudly begged for help: "Save me!"

A Grade Nine Martial Master warrior appeared, looked at Wang Er, and bellowed: "You dare?!"

Bang!

In the eyes of this Grade Nine Martial Master man, his comrade had been killed, and a bloody corpse lay on the ground in front of him.

"Ah, old man, go to hell!" This person's Grade Nine Martial Master had been completely enraged, and erupted into a rage. The blood Qi in his body was like a dragon, and with a loud bang, a red light appeared, erupting with a vast and boundless energy like a dragon stepping on a mountain.

Wang Er pulled back, and a palm print suddenly appeared.

BOOM!

The confrontation of this blow could be said to be astounding. With the two as the center, a wave of power of annihilation s exploded. Within a radius of three hundred meters, it was completely razed to the ground, the old tree exploded into pieces, and the cracks in the ground made up for it. Wang Er's daoist robe fluttered in the air, he was unharmed, the Grade Nine Martial Master retreated two or three steps, a trace of blood hung from the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Mu was secretly shocked, he did not expect Wang Er to be this strong.

The two of them fought for more than ten moves. After the fifteenth strike, Wang Er's Qi was suddenly raised, and this person's Grade Nine Martial Master was not activated in time, his face was deathly pale.

The Martial King of the Mountain River Academy and the Haoqi Institute were so angry that their faces turned green. They consecutively sent out a few martial masters, but they were actually no match for Wang Er, and were easily killed.

"They're all a bunch of trash!" The Haoqi Institute's Martial King scolded.

At this moment, they could no longer hold back and wanted to take action and kill Wang Er and his.

"My two friends, calm down. Let me take action and kill that evil being, Xiao Mu!" Suddenly, Teng Yuan said to the Haoqi Institute's Martial King.

The Martial King of Haoqi Institute s and Mountain River Academy s all revealed expressions of shock as cold sweat dripped down their backs. Only now did they realise that four more Martial King were following behind them, and their expressions instantly darkened.

"Please forgive us, we did not have any ill intentions, and only did it for the evil Xiao Mu. Today, I am going to clean up the mess for Nanshan Academy." Teng Yuan sneered.

After he finished speaking, he appeared, and the aura of his Martial King, which was not concealed at all, brazenly erupted. The might of a king was extraordinary. In an instant, all of the vicious beasts in the endless desolate mountain trembled uncontrollably, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

Xiao Mu's hairs stood on end as he broke out in a cold sweat. Although he was prepared, facing the Martial King Aura directly still gave him a strong feeling.

"Xiao Mu, today, I will clean up my family for you!" Teng Yuan sneered, looked at Wang Er, and said: "You actually colluded with outsiders, trying to scheme against our hospital."

A large hat was immediately put on top of Xiao Mu's head, causing his face to turn cold.

"This is not up to you. If I say that you are working with an outsider, then it is." Teng Yuan said strongly.

Although killing a Successor Student was troublesome, as long as he moved his mouth, Nan Haotian could only swallow his anger.

"Hahaha..." Xiao Mu suddenly laughed at the sky, his face full of disdain.

"What are you laughing at?" Teng Yuan said, startled.

Xiao Mu ridiculed: "I'm laughing that you are about to face a great calamity, and do not know it yet!"

"Hmph, I want to see who made me suffer a catastrophe." Teng Yuan said in disdain.

At this moment, a voice abruptly sounded out. "What if it's me?"

Qin Xiaoyao appeared again. Recently, he had gotten used to the new body, all the death qi in his body had been refined, the only difference was the eerie aura of the corpse, which made him feel a sense of untamed coldness.

A wave of Martial King Aura s slowly spread out, causing Teng Yuan to be greatly shocked.

The other Martial King s in the dark were also shocked, Xiao Mu actually had a set of Martial King as a backer. Jin Gao roared in his heart, directly saying that it was impossible, and his face was extremely ugly. Who exactly is this Xiao Mu? Other than Nan Haotian, there was also another person supporting him with Martial King.

"Who are you?" Teng Yuan said cautiously, and asked for his identity first.

The battle of Martial King was not child's play. Its intensity far surpassed that of a martial master's.

"He's just Xiao Mu's mutual friend." Qin Xiaoyao said with a smile that was not a smile.

Teng Yuan frowned, what kind of person was this, they were all bullshit. Allowing a Martial King to become an interactive user was a treatment only possessed by the students of the Inheritance Sequence.

"Friend, do you know the outcome of offending the Nanshan Academy?" Teng Yuan said with an unfriendly expression.

Qin Xiaoyao shook his head and laughed: "I don't know what Nanshan Academy is, but I know that two thousand years ago, your Nanshan Academy's position was placed in a power called Heavenly Snow Palace."

These words could only be described as' shocking to the point of death ', and all the Martial King s were stunned.

The power that had existed in the Xiushan Mountain before was the Heavenly Snow Palace, and only a few people in the entire Nantu Divine Land knew of this. Involuntarily, in Teng Yuan's eyes, Qin Xiaoyao had become mysterious.