Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 291 It is enough to die in the morning and evening, and fight the Emperor Yuan with the sword wheel in the air

Invite Emperor Yuanmeng to die!
In a word, it was as if a sharp knife was drawn out of its sheath, pouring directly into the sky, penetrating the sky and the earth, and vibrating inside and outside everyone's eardrums.

The world became quiet at this moment, only the sound that echoed between the world and the earth remained.

The Yuanmeng cavalry pulled the reins and stood, looking at the huge phantom of a mighty saint standing in mid-air behind him, all eyes were full of horror.

Their trust in Emperor Yuanmeng was extreme, even crazy. In their minds, Emperor Yuanmeng was a god!
This old scholar in front of him actually intends to challenge Emperor Yuanmeng?
Also invite His Majesty to die? !
"kill!"

I don't know who roared, and pulled out the scimitar from his waist.

Afterwards, all Yuanmeng soldiers drew their sabers, straightened their necks, blushed, and roared.

The sound exploded like the sound of terrifying waves gathered together!
Exploding above the wilderness, thrilling!

Countless armies gathered and intertwined to form a blood-colored God of War. What a terrifying army that was. The army gathered by the number one army in the world took shape...

If Ye Longsheng, Di Zang and the others saw it, they would sigh. They are indeed the number one Yuanmeng iron cavalry in the world. Even the Ye family army can burst out with such force.

Facing the Yuanmeng iron cavalry, the three armies of the Ye family army, the Qingmian army, and the Zhong family army must be united as one to have a chance to contend.

If you add a Flying Tiger Army, you will have a chance of victory.

But war is never based on military strength on paper. A lot of on-the-spot performances, as well as the influence of top powerhouses, will affect the outcome.

But paper power is also a criterion for judging the strength of an army.

Boom boom boom!
Pang Ji has long been unable to see the appearance of a person clearly, like a saint added to the body, the whole person is as bright as a sun, every inch of skin, every inch of flesh and blood is full of light, extremely dazzling, like a brilliant sun.

He borrowed so much grandeur, it was simply not something his body could bear, not to mention, with this grandeur, he summoned the power of Confucianism, Taoism and sainthood.

At this moment, Pang Ji, with the improvement of Qi, constantly broke the upper limit.

In the end, it even broke through the eleventh realm.

You must know that Pang Ji was originally only in the early stage of Ten Realms and One Disaster, and he didn't have the invincible power of An Le to use to burn and bless. He simply relied on Hao Ran's power to achieve this level.

It can be said... very amazing.

boom!
Pang Ji raised his hand and drew a circle, and suddenly a huge tornado appeared on the ground.

Immediately, two teams of Yuanmeng iron cavalry charged forward without believing in evil, and collided with the tornado, rolling in the tornado, and the two teams were directly scattered by the tornado, and were sucked into the tornado, falling apart .

However, Yuanmeng's iron cavalry is not a coward.

Perhaps it was Pang Ji's sentence just now, asking the Yuanmeng emperor to die, which stimulated these Yuanmeng soldiers.

They rushed towards Pang Ji one by one crazily, fearless of death, and it could even be said that they wanted to die with Pang Ji!
Under such emotional mobilization, the military god of war became even more terrifying. As the army advanced, the military god of war swung the bloody long knife in his hand high and high towards the radiant Confucian and Taoist saint.

Boom!
A palm was born out of thin air and collided with the bloody long knife, and energy ripples exploded immediately.

The bloody long knife was actually held by the palm of light.

This is the mighty war god of the Yuanmeng army!
Even at this moment, no one is manipulating this army, but the power of the explosion is also very terrifying. It is not a problem to attack the city, and even the ordinary eleventh level can be suppressed.

However, not only did Pang Ji not be suppressed at this moment, he was even... counter-suppressed!
boom!
Waves of tyrannical energy burst out, and the avenue was looming, obviously it was the power of the ten realms who made the move.

Among the army, the strong men of the ten realms came forward hand in hand with their armor clattering.

The new three marshals, Toure, Sango, and a new marshal, the Yuanmeng strongman Tiebi, who was blessed by the power of the Yuanmeng emperor's dragon veins, and the five-element rune armor general.

The eight ten-level powerhouses are like eight pillars of light that go straight into the sky in the Yuanmeng army.

This made the Yuanmeng army's military strength suddenly improved and stabilized, making the Yuanmeng army's strength even more terrifying!
Pang Ji's eyes were shining, his black hair was flying, and he was countless years younger.

He doesn't care what kind of strong Yuanmeng sent out, his purpose is to cut Yuan, to forgive sins, and to show the brilliance that should be at the last moment of his life.

Therefore, no matter who his opponent is, whether he can fight Emperor Yuanmeng or not, he will do his best.

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Inside the chariot.

It was quiet.

The image of the outside world is reflected in the sky above the palace, clearly showing Pang Ji who extradited the Confucian and Taoist saints.

"Your Majesty... Pang Ji actually summoned a Confucian and Taoist sage... Is Your Majesty going to fight with him?"

Bo Yan shook his feather fan lightly, and couldn't help asking.

"I feel that Confucianism and Taoism saints still need some awe. This Pang Ji borrowed Haoran, and the saints he invited have borrowed and repaid. Therefore, Pang Ji's state will definitely not last too long. It is a bit similar to Zhao Huangting's burning out. Nirvana, after being strong, this Pang Ji will undoubtedly die."

Bo Yan sees clearly.

Emperor Yuanmeng laughed. He was sitting on a chair, his eyes were shining brightly.

Standing up slowly: "Yes, Haoran is borrowed. If you borrow something, you must pay it back. So... this state won't last long."

"How powerful a Confucian and Taoist saint is, it's a pity that this old master...can't fully realize the power of a Confucian and Taoist saint."

There are nine dragon shadows intertwined indistinctly on Emperor Yuanmeng's body.

Hearing this, Bo Yan couldn't help being startled, and immediately understood Emperor Yuan Meng's plan.

"Your Majesty intends to fight with one?"

"Why not?"

Emperor Yuanmeng's words were even filled with joy at seeing the hunter several times.

"But... if there is an accident, then... after all, he is a Confucian and Taoist sage." Boyan still has awe of Confucian and Taoist sages, because he is also a scholar himself, and he knows that Confucian and Taoist sages follow the law very well. powerful.

"It's just a ray of will, not a true Confucian or Taoist saint." Emperor Yuan Meng shook his head, full of regret.

"If you want to really reach the peak, you can't be afraid of fighting. Mountains need to be climbed one after another."

"If even the Confucian and Taoist saints dare not challenge, how can Gu dare to challenge the holy master?"

Emperor Yuanmeng laughed, his voice getting louder and louder.

Hearing the words, Boyan felt helpless, and already understood in his heart.

He didn't persuade anymore, even he knew that continuing to persuade was a kind of disrespect, a kind of distrust of Yuanmeng Emperor.

Boyan stepped out of the chariot himself.

Emperor Yuan Meng followed closely behind.

As soon as Emperor Yuanmeng got out of his chariot, his aura poured into the sky, and the shadows of nine divine dragons behind him danced wildly.

The phantom of the dancing dragon confronted the phantom of the saint emitting brilliant white light.

Emperor Yuan Meng was full of excitement.

He has been number one in the world all these years, and there is only one saint who can really put pressure on him.

He has always wanted to challenge the Saint Master, but he failed.

But in today's era, there are more and more strong people who can put pressure on him.

Even in the human world, there are many.

An Le, a Zhao Xianyou who was reincarnated from a real martial arts.

But now, another Confucian and Taoist saint came.

Emperor Yuanmeng... very happy!
Can have a hard time fighting!
"Please die alone?"

"If the Confucian and Taoist saints come in person, it's almost the same. The saints you recruited with Haoran, or the borrowed Haoran... can't do it."

Emperor Yuanmeng had a burly body, domineering words, and fluttering hair flamboyantly. Looking at Pang Ji shrouded in light, he said indifferently.

Pang Ji smiled: "If you can't do it, you will know after a fight."

Raise your hand, swing it in a circle, and a tornado is born in the sky. This is a change in the sky. The tornado is getting bigger and bigger, and the Yuanmeng army on the ground swayed a little bit.

However, Emperor Yuan Meng took a step forward and appeared in the tornado in an instant. He let the tornado hit his body, relaxed and fearless, and gently opened his hands to both sides.

Suddenly the tornado exploded.

Strength and dominance were displayed to the extreme in Emperor Yuanmeng at this moment.

Emperor Yuanmeng...had the most perfect physical body, and an extremely powerful cultivation of the gods.

In terms of refining the gods and exercising the body, they have reached the ultimate in the world.

It even refined the nine dragon veins of the middle earth, and set foot on the eleventh realm.

Even An Le didn't dare to bluntly say that he could beat Emperor Yuan Meng, so An Le had been looking forward to the moment of a battle with Emperor Yuan Meng.

Today, he was the first to get a glimpse of the strength of Emperor Yuanmeng.

The tornado was torn open, extremely domineering.

Emperor Yuanmeng's body was full of vigor and blood, and he didn't even use his original power, just looking directly at the Confucian and Taoist saints who were shrouded in grandeur.

"Let's fight!"

boom!
Emperor Yuanmeng disappeared in place and swung past thousands of troops in an instant. That was not the spatial movement that An Le was good at, but a performance displayed at extreme speed.

This speed is too fast!

A white line appeared between the sky and the earth, and the white line spread slowly. It was a dying opportunity, as if it had turned into a straight line of clouds, which would linger in the blue sky for a long time.

The Confucian and Taoist sage raised his arms and stood in front of him. The next moment, the surrounding space suddenly split open, as if turning into a sunken vacuum.

Emperor Yuan Meng appeared and punched the overlapping palms of Confucian and Taoist saints.

Extremely dynamic to extremely quiet!
Emperor Yuan Meng raised his eyebrows, he didn't expect that Pang Ji's sage phantom would force him to punch him. The power of this punch was genuinely at the eleventh level, and his power was unparalleled.

boom!
Emperor Yuan Meng didn't believe in evil, the power in his fist surged again, and the space exploded completely in an instant, he insisted on smashing the phantom of the saint into the void, and was crushed by the turbulent current.

It's like exiling a Confucian or Taoist saint with one punch.

However, Pang Ji's phantom overlapped to block Emperor Yuanmeng's punch, his lower body was firmly stuck in place, and his upper body crashed into the void. Those overlapping palms turned into one palm to block the fist, and the palm surface turned into claws. He retreated and pressed on Emperor Yuanmeng's fist, intending to divert the force of the punch and walk a four-two-two-thousand-jin road.

Who is Emperor Yuanmeng, how could he be easily pushed aside?

One leg bent, the knee protruded, and it slammed into Pang Ji's abdomen fiercely, trying to smash Pang Ji's body to pieces, but Pang Ji withdrew his palm, overlapping his palms like duckweed, blocking his knee, Sticking to the Yuanmeng Emperor.

The sage opened his mouth in phantom, as if there was a sudden wind and thunder, and smashed hard at Emperor Yuanmeng. Emperor Yuanmeng, who was carrying the wind and thunder, straightened his knees, and flung out his leg, intending to break Pang Ji's waist.

The two of them collided with the simplest and most primitive physical bodies, constantly clashing, constantly colliding, the space was broken inch by inch, and the two entered the triple void, and countless space storms were sweeping.

No one expected that the arrival of the Confucian and Taoist saints would lead to such a fierce battle with Emperor Yuanmeng.

Zuo Xiangboyan couldn't even shake his feather fan, which showed a little restlessness in his heart.

On the other side, Toure, Sango and Tiebi, the three Marshals of the Tenth Realm, were extremely nervous.

However, this battle is not something they can intervene and involve.

"Your Majesty can win?"

"Your Majesty is invincible!"

"But the other party is a Confucian and Taoist saint after all..."

……

The voices of the three people's exchanges were intertwined. Although they had great trust in Emperor Yuanmeng, they felt a little awkward when they thought that Pang Ji had actually summoned Confucian and Taoist saints.

After all, the shadow of a famous tree, Confucianism and Taoism sages exist, they are the ancestors of scholars who have been passed down for years!
An Le watched the battle from the perspective of a war puppet.

I want to see the depth of Emperor Yuanmeng from this battle, and see how far Emperor Yuanmeng has gone in the eleventh realm.

Although An Le can now behead the Rank 100 Immortal Monarch, but he is not [-]% sure that he can defeat Emperor Yuanmeng...

But looking at it today, it turns out that Emperor Yuanmeng is really different from the ordinary Yuanyuan Venerable.

"Second Master, I'm afraid I'm going to lose."

In Jiangzhou City, An Le shook her head and sighed slightly.

Unexpected but not unexpected.

Even if a Confucian sage is summoned, unless the Confucian sage is there in person, if he wants to win Emperor Yuanmeng, unless Master Pang Ji himself is also a strong man of the source, he can carry more power of the Confucian sage with the power of the source.

It's a pity, after all, Pang Ji's own foundation is too weak.

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Lin'an Mansion, in Peach Blossom Courtyard.

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Xianyou's eyes were as deep as a starry sky, and his gaze spanned a long distance, looking at the scene where Pang Ji summoned Confucian and Taoist saints to fight the Emperor Yuanmeng.

Even if he is as strong as Zhao Xianyou, he still pays attention to Emperor Yuanmeng.

Because he knew very well that the enemy of Immortal Ascension Land was not just An Le, Emperor Yuan Meng... was also a great enemy.

"A refining mountain and river cauldron, a refining middle earth dragon vein..."

"interesting."

"There will be a battle sooner or later between these two, but they choose to join forces to deal with the Immortal Land."

Zhao Xianyou smiled, a gust of wind blew past, rolled up the petals of the peach blossoms that fell from the tree, grabbed a peach blossom, and whispered softly.

"Looking at this battle, Emperor Yuanmeng's talent is also superb. Although he is not as good as An Le, he is the first to step into the eleventh realm. After refining the dragon veins of the middle earth... he is somewhat threatening."

"However, in comparison, Anle is still a greater threat."

"If Emperor Yuanmeng had this ability..."

"He will still lose to An Le in the end."

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……

boom! ! !
The space is like broken glass, instantly covered with torn spider webs, the spider webs are intertwined space cracks, and the jet-black turbulent flow can be clearly seen through the cracks.

The phantoms of Emperor Yuan Meng and Confucian and Taoist saints retreated out of it one after another.

However, Emperor Yuanmeng was unscathed, and his qi and blood continued to burn and rise like wolf smoke.

On the other side, the phantom of Confucian saints became much blurred, as if they were about to dissipate.

The outcome seems to have been decided.

Pang Ji's deep laughter came from the mouth of Confucian Saint Xuying.

"Emperor Yuanmeng really lives up to his reputation. He is powerful. No wonder people are afraid of you. Just hearing your name, they will be so scared that they lose their minds."

"It's a pity that I can't really invite you to die, but there will be someone in this world who will invite you to die."

"The power of the Middle Earth Dragon Vein that you have refined does not belong to you, and what does not belong to you will eventually be spit out."

Pang Ji laughed.

He turned around and looked in the direction where the war puppet was floating.

"Mr. An, thank you again for your gift. This Haoran will not go back."

Pang Ji smiled wryly.

At this moment, only the light and shadow are left of him, which is completely energyized. As the Confucian saint's light and shadow fade, it also means that Pang Ji is approaching the end of his life.

When the light and shadow completely dimmed and disappeared, it meant that Pang Ji died.

Zhan Puppet was expressionless, but Pang Ji didn't care.

The conflict between him and An Le... still exists after all.

It's just that, at the end of his life, he was able to receive the support of An Le when he forgives his sins and repents, which made him feel much better.

Everything today... makes sense.

He can walk more calmly, without too much burden.

In the distance, the Yuanmeng strongmen saw the Emperor Yuanmeng walking out of the void battlefield safely, and immediately raised their scimitars and shouted, that was the celebration of the strongmen.

Pang Ji looked at the cheering Yuanmeng cavalry and smiled.

"Barbarians."

Pang Ji said in disdain.

The next moment, he began to recite the article, every word of the article emerged and condensed in the air, jumping like a knife!

The text contains killing and cutting, sweeping like a knife!
It's a pity that Pang Ji's Confucian sage energy was only enough for him to read a thousand-character essay, and he was completely drained.

boom!
This is the power of what you say.

Swept out with a bang, and swept towards the army below.

Emperor Yuan Meng frowned, his figure flickered, his whole body vibrated, and the tyrannical original power surged out like a big net, trying to capture all the words.

However, these words passed him lightly, as if they were in a different space and level from him.

Puff puff!
On the battlefield, blood suddenly splattered!

In the Yuanmeng army, no matter how strong the cultivation base is, no matter how strong it is, as long as it is locked by the words like a knife, it will take its life, head and soul.

In just an instant, thousands of people died!
However, only a thousand people will die.

Many soldiers in the Yuanmeng iron cavalry stared wide-eyed, watching the heads of the comrades around them being chopped off, watching the heads fall, and watching the blood sprayed all over their faces.

Scholars... mouth like a knife, really vicious!
A thousand comrades died all of a sudden. For the Yuanmeng iron cavalry, the loss was not small.

Of course, the impact it brought was also huge. This was not the kind of two armies fighting each other and fighting each other to death, but the inexplicable words that floated to harvest their lives.

"Hahaha!"

"If you hear the Tao in the morning, it is enough to die in the evening."

Harvest thousands of lives.

Pang Ji's body was so thin that it was almost like a wisp of smoke. He opened his mouth and laughed wildly. At this moment, he seemed to release his nature and turned into a madman.

"Mr. An, in this world, it is not good to fall into the hands of Yuan Meng, nor is it good to fall into the hands of the immortals above."

"This is the best and worst of times. Eternal night is coming quietly, covering the world. Mr. An, I hope the world can be in your hands... to reflect the light forever."

Jiren then flicked his clothes away, willing to be a man of disciples.

At this moment, Pang Ji seemed to let go of all the shackles, relaxed and dissipated between the heaven and the earth.

Fa Yuan, he did it.

The atonement was also accomplished.

The world was silent.

Emperor Yuan Meng's face was gloomy. He didn't expect that when Pang Ji's life was coming to an end, he would actually practice such a mysterious technique, beheading a thousand of his soldiers out of nowhere.

This caught him off guard, and of course, he also reacted.

But he, who rarely confronts Confucian saints, never expected this method, and has no countermeasures. He can only watch thousands of people die and go on the road with Pang Ji.

This loss is very boring.

Scholars, there really isn't a single good thing.

It's disgusting to die, and the heart is really dirty.

Emperor Yuanmeng looked at the thousands of people who died below, the Yuanmeng army whose momentum was damaged, and there was a surge of anger in his heart. He raised his arms and murderous intent rolled.

"The sour Confucian from Lin'an killed so many brothers like me. This hatred can only be washed away with blood. The blood of our Yuanmeng warriors cannot be shed in vain!"

"kill!"

Emperor Yuan Meng shouted loudly.

The words rolled like thunder, resounding in the ears of everyone in the Yuanmeng army.

Tu Lei, Sang Ge, and Tie Bi were the first to react, the power of the dragon veins intertwined in their bodies, and the dragon roared along with it: "The blood of the grassland warriors cannot be shed in vain. Capture Dazhao and pay homage to the grassland warriors!"

hoo hoo hoo!
The roar exploded in an instant, forming a shocking wave!

Emperor Yuanmeng looked at the army that had regained its strength, and Pang Ji wanted to weaken the Yuanmeng army with this move. However, as long as the Yuanmeng army has Emperor Yuanmeng in charge for a day, the army will never weaken!
Emperor Yuan Meng knew about this boring loss.

Next time he meets a scholar, he will definitely be more careful.

With a sweep of his eyes, Emperor Yuanmeng's eyes fell on the war puppet.

Emperor Yuan Meng recognized this puppet, it was An Le's puppet, on top of this puppet, Emperor Yuan Meng felt a deep sense of familiarity.

Looking at the war puppet, his body disappeared instantly.

A white line appeared between heaven and earth, and when it reappeared, Emperor Yuanmeng had already appeared in the sky above the war puppet

boom!
Emperor Yuan Meng stretched out his palm, wanting to capture the war puppet.

The huge palm is completely condensed by the original energy, covering the sky and the sun, it is extremely huge.

The war puppet glanced at it, and the silver light bloomed brilliantly, it was the avenue of space.

Instantly want to take away.

However, before Emperor Yuanmeng's slap fell, his own body had already appeared in front of the war puppet, his blood was shaken, and the power of nine dragon veins swept across, sealing off the space.

"Three disasters in ten realms."

"Is this your current cultivation level? An Le."

Emperor Yuan Meng looked at Zhan Puppet, and said deeply to Zhan Puppet's eyes.

He sensed the cultivation of the war puppet, and there is no doubt that the cultivation of the war puppet and An Le's cultivation... are in sync.

"However, although you are only cultivated in ten realms and three disasters, you are not weak at all against the original realm. You may be able to pose a greater threat to Gu, stronger than that phantom of the Confucian saint."

"It's a pity, you haven't come here in real body, you and I can't really have a real battle."

"The situation in the world is now, and it's time to divide the belongings."

Emperor Yuan Meng's burly body was continuously gushing out blood, and he said lightly.

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Jiangzhou City.

An Le sat in the tavern, ordered two jugs of wine again, poured himself a drink, drank a glass of wine, and smiled: "Your Majesty is right, the world should be divided, and when you and I cut down Shengxian The ground, almost... is the time for you and me to fight."

"I've been preparing for that battle for a long time, and I hope His Majesty... don't let me down."

An Le said softly.

The rain outside the tavern was getting heavier and heavier, but it couldn't cover An Le's voice at all.

Sounds seem to come out synchronously.

It came out from the mouth of the war puppet.

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"Let you down?"

Emperor Yuanmeng chuckled: "Gu admires your self-confidence very much, just like when you dared to swing a sword at Gu with your meager cultivation before Yuanmeng Dadu."

"I didn't expect that in such a short period of time, you would be able to rise to such a great momentum... If Gu insisted on killing you, there might not be so many disturbances in the world, and King Yangdi would not have died in your hands. "

Regarding the death of King Yangdi, Emperor Yuanmeng still kept in mind deeply that this was an insoluble contradiction between the two.

Zhan Puppet smiled and conveyed Anle's words, saying: "Where are there so many ifs? Now that the years have passed, how can it be so easy to go back?"

He is the only one who can control the flow of time, and if he wants to go back in time... maybe he is the only one who is happy.

"Gu is very curious, how did you become stronger so quickly? To such an extent?"

Emperor Yuanmeng stared at the war puppet and asked.

Above the sky, the huge palm covering the sky is still falling.

But underneath, one person and one puppet are talking to each other.

Emperor Yuan Meng was really curious about why An Le became so strong...

The improvement of cultivation level... Doesn't it need common sense?
He, Emperor Yuanmeng, was very talented, and it took him a long time to cultivate to the perfection of the ten realms.

In the era of exhaustion of practice, An Le is still miraculously able to continuously break through.

Even he is curious and incomprehensible about such monsters, as if someone is helping him?

"Is the holy master helping you and improving your cultivation? The holy master needs you to fight against Gu?"

Emperor Yuanmeng asked.

An Le couldn't help laughing out loud when he heard this.

"It's not just the teacher who helped me. In fact, His Majesty has also helped me a lot."

An Le said.

Emperor Yuanmeng was taken aback, he found that Anle's words were not adulterated at all, that is to say, Anle really felt that he, Emperor Yuanmeng, had provided a lot of help?

boom! ! !
However, it was too late to ask.

The huge palm has fallen.

Suddenly, a sword intent erupted from the war puppet.

"Your Majesty, improve yourself, don't stop, otherwise...you will be surpassed, and in the end, you will be defeated in a mess."

An Le's voice came out of Zhan Puppet's mouth again, and these were An Le's last words!

hum! ! ! !

The next moment, a resonant sword chant erupted!
Two strands of sword energy burst out from Zhan Puppet's body, one virtual and one real, one yin and one yang!
False sword energy!

Yin Yang sword wheel!

A burst of virtual and real sword energy turned into a Yin-Yang sword wheel!
The palm of Emperor Yuanmeng's drop was cut open in an instant!

The space that was blocked by the power of the nine dragon veins was also cut open, and the energy of the space exploded, extremely dazzling.

The figure of the war puppet disappeared under the gorgeous silver light.

Emperor Yuan Meng never tried to stop it.

Because, the yin-yang sword wheel was crushing towards him.

Emperor Yuanmeng looked at the sword wheel crushing and cutting...

This can be regarded as a real confrontation between him and An Le, even if it's just in the air...

Make a fist and push horizontally!
Behind him, the power of nine dragon veins roared!Dancing wildly!

A terrifying explosion exploded in the sky.

The Yuanmeng army mobilized by the emperor Yuanmeng, and the nine ten-level powerhouses including Boyan looked over in horror and kept silent.

Then I saw Emperor Yuanmeng colliding with the huge sword wheel that looked like a millstone covering the sky.

What kind of terrifying sword energy is that, and there are strong men coming?
Boyan's hand holding the feather fan trembled... He sensed that the sword energy in the sword wheel came from An Le.

An Le...is this scary already? !

It's just a lingering sword energy that has such power? !

After a long time, the terrifying sword energy slowly dissipated between the heaven and the earth.

The burly body of Emperor Yuanmeng stood in the air.

Looking at the war puppet who disappeared without a trace under the coercion of the energy of the Dao of Space, a dignified and... dazed gradually appeared in his eyes.

He slowly raised his hand.

The surface of the fist was bloody and bloody, and there were golden bones.

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