Fighting the Martial Universe

The Black Fiend Blood Emperor gasped, and said: "Zhang Mofan, it seems that my Blood Demon Clan can only kill you if I send more blood emperors. Your existence has already made me feel threatened."

As he spoke, he was ready to escape.

Zhang Mofan wanted to catch up, but found that his injuries were too serious.

However, the Black Fiend Blood Emperor hadn't made a half-step, a sword light fell from the sky and struck him.

The black evil blood emperor's pupils dilated, and finally collapsed directly to the ground, completely losing his breath of life.

When he died, he didn't know who killed him.

Zhang Mofan lay down on the ground and sat down slowly. In front of him, a man suddenly came over, and he was also a one-armed man.

His eyes moved, his pupils shrank sharply, and said, "Are you? Luo Hao?"

"Zhang Mofan, haven't we seen each other for a long time?"

Luo Hao walked over, pointed the sword at Zhang Mofan’s eyebrows, and said, "Back then, I used this sword to pierce Zhang Feng’s chest and almost killed you. Today, I will use another sword, you Say whether you will die."

"You can try."

Zhang Mofan said coldly.

The Body of Destiny has completely healed the injuries inside his body, healed the injuries on the surface, and is still healing on its own.

His strength has been restored to 70 or 80, and this Luo Hao seems to have only the level of the seven souls, not to be afraid.

"I really want to kill. I killed you more than twenty years ago."

Luo Hao retracted the sword and said, "Zhang Mofan, Your Royal Highness, if it weren't for me, you would have died long ago. Should you thank me?"

Zhang Mofan looked at Luo Hao and said coldly: "What do you mean by this? What is your purpose here?"

"If I now announce to the public that you are Crown Prince Zhang, would you say you can live for three days?"

Luo Hao continued.

However, as soon as his words fell, Zhang Mofan rushed over, grabbed Luo Hao’s neck, lifted it directly into the air, and said, “Can I live through three days? I don’t know, I just know. You survived three seconds."

"you!"

Luo Hao's face turned red, and he never thought that Zhang Mofan, who was still lying on the ground just now, had recovered his strength.

Moreover, he did not react at all, and was captured by Zhang Mofan.

He knew Zhang Mofan was strong, but he didn't expect Zhang Mofan to be so strong.

"What is the purpose of your coming here? If you don't tell me, I will kill you directly."

Zhang Mofan said coldly.

Luo Hao tightly grasped Zhang Mofan's arm with one hand, his face flushed and said: "Master Ji Yue asked me to give you something, you let me go."

"Master Ji Yue? Who is he?"

Zhang Mofan asked.

"I'll talk if you let go."

Luo Hao said.

Zhang Mofan retracted his strength, released his palm, and said, "I hope you don't play any tricks."

Luo Hao coughed a few times and said: "I pretended to be a person from the Killing Soul Clan, and everything obeyed Master Ji Yue's instructions. If not, do you think you can live till now?"

Hearing this, Zhang Mofan remained silent.

At the beginning, he did know that Luo Hao's subordinates were merciful, otherwise, with the strength of the opponent, he really wanted to kill, he was already dead.

As for Lord Ji Yue, who is it?

Luo Hao threw a token to Zhang Mofan, and said: "There are still three months left. When the Holy Palace recruits disciples, with your strength, you don’t need to participate in the evaluation of the Weekly Ranking. With the token, you can Become a son of the Holy Palace directly."

The Holy Land of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, the Holy Land of the Western Zhou Dynasty, the Holy Land of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, and the Holy Land of the Northern Zhou Dynasty all have a unified weekly assessment.

Enter the holy palace, be holy!

The genius disciples of the four holy soils all want to be holy, and there is only one way to become holy, and that is to join the holy palace.

Many warriors, relying on their own strength, are almost impossible to bear.

The Son of God represents the potential of being holy.

"Without this token, I can also enter the Holy Palace."

Zhang Mofan said lightly.

With his strength, he believed that he could enter the Holy Palace.

"Do you really think it's so easy to enter the Holy Palace?"

Luo Hao shook his head and sneered: "The assessment of the Weekly Ranking is not as easy as you think. This token can ensure you enter the Holy Palace."

"I can't even enter the Holy Palace with my current strength?"

Zhang Mofan said in surprise.

"You can enter, but it will take a few years. With your strength, you can be considered the top in the two sacred soils of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty and the Western Zhou Dynasty. Medium."

Luo Hao shook his head.

The Holy Land of the Southern Zhou Dynasty and the Holy Land of the Northern Zhou Dynasty are close to the Holy Land of the Middle Zhou Dynasty, and the cultivation environment is very terrifying.

There, there may be no martial artist who has no talent for cultivation.

And the talents of cultivation are terrifying, and some of them are more than 20 years old, even reaching the Profound Realm or above.

Moreover, the area of ​​the Southern and Northern Zhou sacred soils is at least three times larger than that of the Eastern Zhou sacred soil and the Western Zhou sacred soil ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, and the evil spirits born are also very scary.

And the Mid-Zhou Holy Land, not to mention.

If five enchanting geniuses are on the same starting line and are practicing in five sectors. At the age of sixteen, the difference may not be big, but as the age increases, because of different resources, different cultivation environments and different competitiveness , The gap will get bigger and bigger.

"Then what do you mean by giving me this token?"

Zhang Mofan said.

"Master Ji Yue said that she will continue to help you become stronger, and in the future will become a strong man in the Holy Land of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. In the future, she will provide you with help in all aspects."

Luo Hao said, "And you only need to do a little bit."

"what?"

Zhang Mofan asked.

"Surrender her!"

Luo Hao uttered three words.

"Surrender him?"

Zhang Mofan laughed completely and said: "Since you know that I am the former prince, what qualifications does he have to make me surrender? My blood is so noble, even if I lose power, he is not qualified."

"Is Lord Ji Yue comparable to your former prince?"

Luo Hao disdainfully said: "Now, except for that identity, which is still useful, the others have no effect at all. Your talent is indeed good, and the fighting spirit is also unique. Unfortunately, the strength is far worse than those enchanting evildoers."

Zhang Mofan is indeed a genius, but Zhongzhou Holy Land does not lack genius at all, it lacks the strong.

"Master Ji Yue, at your age, has already cultivated to the level of the ninth-order dry profound realm. Now, he has long been a holy."

Luo Hao said: "You are cultivating in the Holy Land of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty. You are destined to be inferior to those blessed geniuses. Entering the Holy Palace is your only chance to catch up with them."

"You have to take hold!"

This tone is like giving alms!