Venerable Martial Emperor

Under the sky seal, all four or five miles around became ruins, including some practitioners who had not had time to escape, who died unjustly in the attack.

No one thought Xu Feng and Zhao long would survive such a powerful attack. Even Zhao Qingtian himself thought that the two men would die.

Or for others, whether Zhao long or Xu Feng, they are the strong among the strong and the rising stars with superior qualifications. However, in Zhao Qingtian's eyes, these two people are just bigger ants.

It's good not to offend him. If you offend him, the bigger mole ants will eventually be trampled to death under their feet.

"It's time to take back some interest!"

Zhao Qingtian closed his eyes and flashed scenes in his mind. Soon, he searched his mind for a practitioner who had spit on him before.

Suddenly he opened his eyes and said nothing. With his big palm stretched out, a gray claw fell directly into the crowd. A practitioner in the later stage of Lingyuan realm was directly held in his hand, slowly rose into the air and came to his eyes.

"No! No! Don't kill me!"

The monk looked at Zhao Qingtian in front of him, struggling frantically, pleading for mercy in his mouth, and his eyes were full of panic.

"Give me a reason not to kill you, and I'll let you go!"

Zhao Qingtian didn't do it immediately, but smiled and said softly.

"I, I have no enemies with you. Don't kill me!"

The monk hurriedly said that in his impression, he really didn't do anything too much to Zhao Qingtian, and didn't want to have anything to do with the murderous God.

"Ha ha..."

With a smile, Zhao Qingtian continued: "do you remember that twelve years ago, during the Mid Autumn Festival, you hit me drunk, spit on me, and scolded me to die early?"

The cultivator's thoughts kept falling back. When his memory returned to that night, his face immediately changed. That day he drank a lot of wine and did such a thing, but he didn't see the beggar's face at that time. Unexpectedly, it was Zhao Qingtian in front of him.

Looking at the monk's frightened face, Zhao Qingtian opened his mouth again and said, "how about you remember?"

"Senior, no, Grandpa, I didn't mean it! I really didn't mean it! I kowtow and admit my mistake. Let me go! I... I really didn't mean it!"

After returning to God, the practitioner knelt down directly in the void and muttered to himself, "I can give you whatever you want, or even be a slave and servant for you. Grandpa Zhan, let me live!"

After knocking more than a dozen heads, Zhao Qingtian stroked his beard and said, "sincerity is sincere, but he always feels like something is missing!"

After hearing this, the practitioner breathed a sigh of relief, raised his head and asked, "what's missing? I'll make it up. As long as you can let me live, I can do anything!"

As the saying goes, the villain has his own mill, or the monk is also a villain at ordinary times, but in front of Zhao Qingtian, he is nothing at all.

Zhao Qingtian even dares to kill the leader of Zhengyang sect. What is it to kill him, an insignificant villain in Jiaoyu city?

"Brush!"

There was a bright light on Zhao Qingtian's palm, which had been stained with a blood stain. Then, the practitioner's pupil gradually enlarged, and a blood stain slowly appeared on his neck.

He tried to stop the blood with his hands, but his head fell down with a grunt, and his body fell down with his head.

Many people killed a practitioner before they could see how Zhao Qingtian did it. Such a scene made some people feel guilty and slowly stepped back to leave here.

"I'm here. I'm afraid it's not that simple if you want to go!"

Zhao Qingtian sneered and clapped his hands again and again. The gray palm was like fishing fish. It kept flying in the night sky. Every time, he could catch a person. Soon, there were seventy or eighty practitioners in front of him.

"Gollum!"

They looked at Zhao Qingtian in front of them and knew what they had done. They couldn't help but get nervous and sweat all over their face.

"Wow!"

A practitioner couldn't bear Zhao Qingtian's momentum. He opened his mouth and cried. His crotch had been wet by urine and trickled down.

"Noisy!"

The expressionless Zhao Qingtian raised his big hand, and a yuan force blade flew out of his sleeve. He directly killed the man crying. The cry stopped, and fresh blood splashed on the face of the practitioner next to him.

The bloody smell stimulated the already frightened practitioners. At this time, someone rushed up and wanted the last resistance.

"Ignorance!"

With a stare in his eyes, a pure light came out of his eyes and directly penetrated the cultivator's eyebrows. Before he rushed to Zhao Qingtian's eyes, he was dead.

After killing two people in a row, no one dared to move any more. Everyone looked at the killing God in front of them in horror and prayed secretly in their hearts, hoping that death would not come to them.

"Well, I stepped on my foot thirty-eight years ago!"

Zhao Qingtian came to an old man of his age and muttered to himself. He seemed to fall into the memory of the past. When his voice fell, the old man's chest in front of him had been pierced, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

"Eighteen years ago, you slapped me!"

"Four years ago, you kicked me out of the restaurant!"

"Three days ago, you asked me why I wasn't dead!"

……

Countless trivial things were said by Zhao Qingtian. His words are now the orders of the God of death. As long as they are said, someone will die.

These are all the villains among the villains, but today, they really feel what is called villain. Similarly, they also know what is called wandering, and they will return it sooner or later.

The evil they did unknowingly in the past should be returned this night. Moreover, what they lost was their own life.

Killing and reading all the way, Zhao Qingtian seems to be immersed in infinite memories of the past, as if he had been hiding for 40 years, just for this night. He walked aimlessly. Whoever came to his eyes, his head would fall to the ground. But under such an atmosphere, none of these villains who call themselves villains dared to escape!

"Cough!"

Just after there were only a few people left, a light cough interrupted Zhao Qingtian's words, followed by a roar. In the ruins, two young people covered with blood slowly climbed out.

"Hoo! Great! You are the Savior!"

Of course, these two people are Xu Feng and Zhao long. When the remaining people saw Xu Feng and them coming out, they were relieved and felt a sense of survival.

"You don't respect us enough to fight us and kill others!"

Xu Feng opened his mouth. At this time, on his bloody body, there was a faint golden light flowing. It was the light that broke the sky and turned to the extreme.

Xu Feng is still that Xu Feng, but at this time, in the eyes of everyone, Xu Feng has a feeling that people can't look directly at him, as if he is the master of the whole world!

The decision of the fighting emperor is the holy art of killing and cutting in the world. Even if it is stained with the breath of the fighting emperor, the world can't resist it.

"Is this the decision of breaking the sky? It's really extraordinary. With him, I can break through to the realm of returning to yuan!"

Looking at each other across the air, Zhao Qingtian's heart couldn't help a burst of panic, but soon, he spoke with admiration, and his eyes were full of greed.

No one can resist the temptation in the face of the holy emperor and art of fighting. Moreover, Zhao Qingtian has already regarded Imam Lin Tian as something in his bag.

"Boom!"

Similarly, Zhao Long's body also burst out a layer of blood red light, full of murderous spirit. He no longer spoke, but looked at Zhao Qingtian coldly. His momentum was no less than that of Xu Feng.

Xu Feng doesn't know what kind of skill Zhao Long released, but it can emit such a powerful breath that people with a clear eye can see that this is definitely not ordinary.

"It's another treasure. It seems that this time, you're the right choice!"

A succession of surprises made Zhao Qingtian more excited. As long as he broke through the boundary of returning to yuan, he could step out of the city of Jiaoyu. At that time, even those old guys of Zhengyang sect couldn't help him!

"Do you think you can get it?"

Xu Feng spoke again. His words were cold and had no feelings. It was like a millennium ice.

"Being beaten like this by me, I still have the strength to shout here. It's really crazy!"

Zhao Qingtian laughed and didn't take Xu Feng's words to heart. As a minor cultivator in the middle of Lingyuan realm, he couldn't pose a threat at all.

If this sentence came from Zhao Long's mouth, he would pay more attention to it. As for Xu Feng, he didn't take Xu Feng to heart at all.

"Soon, you will know if I have the ability!"

In a flash, Xu Feng and Zhao long separated, one left and one right, mobilized their mental strength to the extreme, slowly raised their hands and began to prepare for the next attack.

This time, they were hurt a lot, but in the ruins, Xu Feng and Zhao Long took pills and recovered a lot. The dense scars on their bodies were just skin injuries to them.

Dan pharmacist has this advantage. When fighting, he can quickly repair the injury and supplement yuan strength, which is also an important reason why they dare to face Zhao Qingtian again.

If it were another practitioner, after bearing the seal of covering the sky, even if he didn't die, he didn't have the power to resist. How could he face Zhao Qingtian again?

"Well, if you don't give up, I will complete you and cripple you. At that time, your martial arts and skills will naturally be mine!"

Zhao Qingtian swept one foot and pulled all the practitioners around him down and ignored them. He slowly turned his head, clenched his fist, and Yuan Li lingered on his hands, ready to defeat them again.