Abandoning my son, I turned around and established the Supreme Immortal Dynasty!

"No matter where you are from, since you have now come to our Eight Desolate Imperial Dynasty, you can never leave safely without our permission!"

Boom! ! !

The terrifying saint-level aura came from the body of Wu Fengxue, the military prime minister.

The opponent slapped Xin Qiji with another palm.

His great emperor had given orders, so he naturally did not dare to show any slights. Seeing that this powerful half-saint had no chance of escaping.

"Humph!"

"What about the Saint Realm? If you want to keep me, I'm afraid you don't have the ability yet."

Xin Qiji listened to the words of Wu Fengxue, the military prime minister, without the slightest fear in his words.

The two of them were fighting fiercely from the sky.

Ten rounds!

Dozens of rounds!

Soon it even reached hundreds of rounds!

But even under such circumstances, Xin Qiji, a semi-sacred warrior, still did not fall into the slightest disadvantage and was able to deal with Wu Fengxue's attack with ease.

"You are only in the realm of a saint."

The long sword in Xin Qiji's hand immediately slashed at the military prime minister Wu Fengxue.

The attacks performed at the semi-saint level are no worse than those at the saint level.

"court death!"

The majestic military prime minister of the imperial dynasty can be said to be a top existence below one person and above hundreds of millions of people.

Now that he is being humiliated like this, how can Wu Fengxue, the Prime Minister of Military Affairs, bear it?

Just when Wu Fengxue was about to take action, Xin Qiji said coldly: "Let me see, you should be the one who dies!"

"Farewell and kill!"

Xin Qiji immediately waved the sword in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, the long sword in his hand naturally made a sound, and then as the sword edge trembled, a strong air flow rushed from all around.

"This is......"

Wu Fengxue, the Prime Minister of Wu, suddenly felt bad in his heart.

Don't dare to be careless in the slightest, and immediately make necessary defenses.

At this moment, Xin Qiji slashed out the long sword in his hand.

Whoa!

The sword light swept across the void, and the entire land of thousands of feet was completely covered by its edge.

"not good!"

Under the sharp sword light that covered the land thousands of feet away, he felt an aura that was close to death.

In the subconscious mind, even if he has the powerful strength of the Saint Realm, if he can withstand this sword, it will definitely not be easy.

But the speed of the sword light was so fast that it completely covered Wu Fengxue, the military prime minister, before he could retreat.

at the same time.

All areas within a radius of dozens of miles were affected by Xin Qiji's move, especially the frontier city of the Eight Desolate Emperors below was also affected.

The originally towering city wall was as if it were made of tofu under Xin Qiji's move. Countless ruins appeared, and among them were countless corpses of soldiers from the Eight Desolate Emperors.

As for the sky above the sky, the place where the Prime Minister Wu Fengxue was was already enveloped by a dense turbid aura, and it was impossible to see what kind of changes there were.

"Wu Xiang!"

"Under such a terrifying attack, did the Prime Minister encounter something unexpected?"

"This is impossible! What kind of existence is the Martial Prime Minister? How can he be defeated by the other party's strength at the semi-saint level?"

Although he said this, many of the powerful men from the Eight Desolate Emperor Dynasties present had solemn expressions.

The enemy named Xin Qiji was only a Half-Saint, but his methods and strength were far more tyrannical than those of ordinary Half-Saints.

Zhu Qiang is also worried, fearing that this semi-sage who claims to be from Daxia has some kind of tyrannical strength.

Looking at the world, it is not that there are no top beings who can challenge themselves beyond the previous level, it is just that they are extremely rare.

The Great Emperor Ying Changfeng looked hesitant.

Looking at the ruins where the Wu Xiang figure disappeared, there was not much expression on his face.

But when he looked at Xin Qiji on the battlefield, his face showed a bit of solemnity.

"A half-saint actually possesses such strength..."

Rao Shigui is the emperor of the imperial dynasty, but this is the first time he has seen such combat power.

If this person really comes from Daxia...

will not!

He never believed that such a powerful Semi-Saint Guild came from a dynasty.

With the strength of the dynasty, Duan Ran would not be able to give birth to such an existence.

Just thinking about the information about Daxia sent back by the imperial spies made him feel very depressed.

The Lord of Great Xia, as the deposed son of a dynasty, overthrew the original Dayu Dynasty, then killed the barbarians in the wasteland, and together with several surrounding dynasty forces, he finally succeeded in being promoted to a dynasty force.

And not long after he was promoted to the dynasty, he rose to such a level of strength in a short period of time...

OK.

Throughout his Eight Desolations Imperial Dynasty, it also developed slowly, and it took dozens of generations of hard work to reach the current imperial power.

Compared with the splendid history of Daxia, it is simply incomparable.

"Cough cough cough..."

On the battlefield, in the turbid area, a light cough suddenly sounded.

From the previous ruins, Wu Fengxue, the emperor's military prime minister, slowly emerged from them.

At this moment, the military prime minister Wu Fengxue looked slightly embarrassed.

The hairpin on the head has been broken, and the long hair on the head is slowly fluttering with the wind.

The clothes on his body were even more messy. Although there were not many scars, they were completely inconsistent with the image of the military prime minister of the imperial dynasty.

It doesn't make much difference to look like a down-and-out ronin.

"Prime Minister Wu..."

The powerful men of the Eight Desolate Imperial Dynasties were completely astonished when they saw this appearance.

Did his own military prime minister look like this?

The enemy in this battle is only a semi-saint, but his own military prime minister is in the true saint realm.

Is the incoming enemy so terrifying?

"hateful!"

"You guy..."

Military Prime Minister Wu Fengxue looked at Xin Qiji not far away.

There was even more infinite anger in his eyes.

I have been completely embarrassed today.

Even a semi-saint cannot compete with the majestic Saint Realm being.

Although he also knew that it was not that he was too weak, but that the enemy general named Xin Qiji was too powerful.

But with the facts before him, he had nothing to say.

There is only one battle today, to prove yourself by killing the enemy general named Xin Qiji in front of you.

In an instant, he rushed towards the opponent again.

Xin Qiji looked at Wu Fengxue who was charging toward him.

The opponent's heart is already in chaos, and the strength of this move has been greatly affected.

Swish!

The figure flashed.

The figure appeared a hundred feet away, right next to the military prime minister Wu Fengxue.

The long sword in his hand was immediately chopped down.

"wrong!"

Wu Fengxue felt bad.

Xin Qiji's sword attack had already hit his heart.

At this time, Wu Fengxue, the Prime Minister of Wu, hurriedly intervened to stop him.

However, the edge of the long sword pierced directly through his heart and continued to attack forward with undiminished power.

"Humph!"

A cold snort sounded.

A force wrapped around Wu Xiangxue's body out of thin air, and then pulled him away, causing Xin Qiji's next attack to fail.