From eunuch to emperor

The Martial Saint came striding forward, Long Chen took a deep breath, and charged forward to meet the Martial Saint.

"Dare to come!"

Martial Saint was furious, he kicked the ground, a burst of dust flew up, Long Chen immediately stepped back, not letting the sand fall on his face.

"A dignified Martial Saint, to act so lowly."

Long Chen laughed and mocked, his body backed up, and the sand fell on the ground.

Wu Sheng wanted to kick up a burst of sand to cover Long Chen's sight, and then took the opportunity to attack.

Such small moves have always been Long Chen's standard equipment, and today the Martial Saint actually played such a game.

"court death!"

Martial Saint was furious, he rushed to Long Chen, his sleeves had been smashed, his arms were bare, they looked like two pieces of gold and iron.

Fist waved, two arms danced out afterimages, the speed was very fast.

Long Chen couldn't fight with bare hands, Wu Sheng came down with a fist, Long Chen received two more punches, and his chest was tight again.

Roar!

Long Chen roared angrily, spurting out both Qi and blood, Martial Saint stuck very close and was sprayed with blood all over his face.

"The lion's roar! Shi Potian's secret technique! That's all!"

Wu Sheng was a little uncomfortable from the shock, but that's all.

Back then when Shi Potian practiced the Wild Lion Art to the highest level, the Martial Saint was not afraid, let alone Long Chen like this.

Long Chen also broke out the real fire, no matter how injured his body was, he rushed up to fight Wu Sheng for a round of eight punches, and hit him right in front of him.

Wu Sheng didn't expect Long Chen to be like this, he was caught off guard by the beating, and took a few steps back again and again.

After stabilizing his position, Wu Sheng discovered that Long Chen's boxing technique was full of flaws, and after easily dodging a punch, Wu Sheng kicked again, Long Chen flew up and landed heavily on the ground.

"Your boxing skills are too bad!"

Wu Sheng tsk-tsk taunted, he is now firmly suppressing Long Chen, fighting with bare hands, no one is his opponent at all.

Long Chen vomited blood again, the empress on the gate couldn't sit still, she kept looking at Yu Wenkai.

If Yu Wenkai hadn't stopped her, the empress would have killed her off.

Di Luoxi said anxiously: "Queen, Long Chen can't stand it anymore!"

The empress looked at Yu Wenkai again, but Yu Wenkai still didn't move, showing no intention of going down to help.

"Old General, what are you waiting for!"

Di Lingyi was dying of anxiety, Yu Wenkai's face was serious, he watched Long Chen slowly get up, and picked up a short stick on the ground.

"Your fist is nothing more than that!"

Holding the short stick, Long Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and slowly walked forward.

Seeing Long Chen approaching again, the ghost laughed loudly and said, "You have a lot of backbone, you're not afraid of death!"

Qin Hao said coldly: "The battle of trapped beasts, my lord can beat him to death."

Priest Mo Ling is in a good mood, this little thief Long Chen can finally be killed by Wu Sheng.

The ghost girl's face was as usual, and she was not agitated.

Martial Sage is a hero who runs rampant in the world, beheading a junior is just a matter of course, not worth getting excited about.

Long Chen spat out a mouthful of blood, rubbed the short stick in his hand, and swung it at Wu Sheng.

I don't know whether Long Chen was exhausted or injured too much, the speed of swinging the short stick was too slow, Wu Sheng pinched Long Chen's wrist with his left hand, grabbed the short stick with his right hand, raised his foot and kicked Long Chen away again.

"Oh..."

The ghost looked at Long Chen who was flying up again, turned around and laughed at the ghost girl: "Mother, the little thief is like a lost dog."

The ghost girl smiled, feeling a little bored.

The legendary genius Martial King, in front of the Martial Saint, looked so mediocre and incompetent.

At the gate, Di Luoxi and Di Lingyi finally erupted, and they flew down the gate with their big guns in hand, rushing towards Long Chen who fell to the ground.

"Oh? Two more?"

Wu Sheng held a half-meter-long short stick in his hand, and looked at Di Luoxi and Di Lingyi who flew down, with a playful look on his face.

In Wu Sheng's view, these two little girls were destined to die when they came down.

Long Chen was more than 20 meters away from the Martial Saint, got up from the ground, a sly smile appeared on Long Chen's face.

boom!

The short stick in Wu Sheng's hand exploded suddenly, countless particles of suppressing magic stones and Shenmu bullets exploded, and Wu Sheng's right palm was shattered in an instant. The shock wave was too strong, his face and chest were blown to bloody flesh, and the animal skin clothes were gone. Oh, Wu Sheng's eyeballs were pierced, and the bullet almost penetrated his brain.

"what!"

Wu Sheng became blind, and the pain made him scream like a beast. The giant god condensed again, and Wu Sheng was wrapped in the middle.

Severe pain tormented Wu Sheng, and the giant's tall body curled up and roared like a wounded giant.

Wu Sheng took Di Luoxi and Di Lingyi to fly to Yanmen Pass.

Long Chen didn't take the opportunity to attack, because a wounded wolf is more terrifying.

At this time, the Martial Saints can fight desperately, but Long Chen must stay at a respectful distance.

The ghost who was still laughing a second ago froze instantly, Qin Hao didn't know what happened, the ghost girl was stunned...

All the soldiers of the ghost clan were stunned, they didn't know what happened.

Just now the Martial Saint was firmly suppressing Long Chen, why did the Martial Saint suddenly act like this?

"Not good, the father has been tricked!"

The ghost fetus yelled at the ghost girl, and the ghost girl reacted, flew over immediately, and shouted at Wu Sheng: "Husband, what's wrong with you? Calm down!"

One of Wu Sheng's eyes was blown out and his eardrum was pierced, so the ghost girl's voice could not be heard clearly.

The giant god suddenly stood up and waved his arms wildly. The ghost girl was afraid of being hit, so she had to avoid it far away.

"Husband, calm down!"

The ghost girl yelled at the giant god.

The ghost clan soldiers were shocked, Wu Sheng must have been seriously injured by Long Chen.

When Wu Sheng went mad, Long Chen had already returned to the pass.

Yu Wenkai rejoiced and said, "I knew you were holding back! How did you do it?"

Long Chen chuckled and said: "After receiving so many punches, I finally deceived the Martial Saint and made him suffer a great loss!"

The Empress, Emperor Luoxi, Di Lingyi and other soldiers did not understand what was going on.

"How did you do it? What did you do?"

the Empress asked in surprise.

Long Chen said with a smile: "Let's not talk about this anymore, the Martial Saint is injured, we must not miss this opportunity, take the initiative to attack!"

After finishing speaking, Long Chen flew up the tower, waved the command flag, and the Thunderfire Legion and crossbowmen on both sides immediately fired crossbow artillery.

The extended positions on both sides are only more than 500 meters away from the ghost army. With the help of the height of the terrain and the strength of the crossbow, they can reach the ghost army.

Cannons and bed crossbows were fired one after another, and catapults threw kerosene bombs far away.

The main general Wu Sheng was injured by screaming, the spirit of the ghost army was in turmoil, and the fear of the explosion just now came again. When the shells, giant arrows, and kerosene bombs fell, the formation of the ghost soldiers was chaotic at first, and the discipline of the dead soldiers was relatively strict. Move, let the fuel bomb fall.

"Little thief, kill you!"

Wu Sheng covered his right eye with his left hand, and the flesh on his face was blown off, exposing the white bones. He looked no different from a demon and a ghost.

The giant god strode forward with heavy steps towards Yanmen Pass with difficulty.

Wu Sheng's current state is very bad, if he rushes to the Yanmen Pass like this, he is likely to be killed by Long Chen.

The ghost girl made a sharp whistling sound, Wu Sheng finally heard the voice of the ghost girl, slowly put down his left hand, and looked at the ghost girl with his left eye.

"calm down!"

The ghost girl yelled at Wu Sheng.

The anger in Wu Sheng's heart was hard to suppress, and the ghost girl's persuasion made him even angrier.

"Step aside!"

Wu Sheng didn't care, and the giant god continued to rush towards Yanmen Pass.

"he came!"

The empress was a little excited, Wu Sheng was seriously injured and rushed over, just in time to besiege together.