Villain: A Twenty-Year-Old Quasi-Emperor Still Forces Me To Cheat?

"Hulu~"

Everyone swallowed their saliva, and then felt a chill in their backs. A quasi-emperor, without even the strength to fight back, was blasted by Emperor Li with a punch.

"No!!!"

On the ground, Lin Youwei was lying like a dead dog, his face was ashen, even a person as strong as Huang Lao had fallen here, and the sky was going to kill him.

"Hmph, what are you barking at?"

Murong Jun, who was in shock, regained his composure, raised his spear, and Lin Youwei's body was split into two, making him dead.

After the battle at the top was over, it was the turn of the battle at the bottom. A group of well-trained troops from the Western Jin Kingdom, with blood like dragons, were heading towards Dragon City as if the god of death was coming.

Suddenly, various shouts came out, and the scene was very lively.

In the sky, there are Nascent Soul Realm, Divine Transformation Realm, and even Void Refining Realm experts fighting to the death.

On the other hand, the Kingdom of the Western Jin Dynasty was much more relaxed. Whenever it was about to receive a fatal blow from the Shenxiao Dynasty, there would be a force to resolve it.

There are strong people who can't help but think to themselves: "They are tempering, using us as a grinding stone."

This is indeed the case. The troops of the Western Jin Dynasty are becoming more and more skillful in battles. Although they are injured, they have accumulated more practical combat experience.

"Murong Jun, come here and fight." A blue-shirted swordsman flew out of Dragon City.

The young man in green shirt grabbed a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand. His aura was extremely powerful, floating in the air like a sword ready to go.

"The number one swordsman in the Southern Region, Bai Wuhua, why is he here?"

Bai Wuhua, the core disciple of Tianfeng Holy Land Jianfeng, is two hundred and fifty years old. His sword heart is bright and his strength is in the Mahayana stage, which is extremely terrifying.

The disciples of the Holy Land are not comparable to ordinary people.

Hearing this, Murong Jun frowned: "This matter has nothing to do with you, please leave."

On the other hand, Bai Wuhua stopped talking and his figure disappeared into the air.

Suddenly, Murong Jun felt a dangerous aura. Behind him, Bai Wuhua appeared out of thin air and stabbed him with a long sword.

Murong Jun quickly swept back the spear in his hand.

"Ding."

A crisp and harsh sound pierced the air, and a circular wave spread out in all directions. Wherever it passed, all objects were cut off in the middle, which was very terrifying.

"Here comes the sword."

Bai Wuhua stretched out his body, used his fingers as swords, and shook his fingers. Countless white sword auras suddenly appeared in the air, densely packed, overwhelming, and rushing towards Murong Jun.

"Hmph, do you really think that I, Murong Jun, am a vegetarian?"

Murong Jun was angry and shouted: "If you want to fight, then fight, the spear will come out like a dragon."

In an instant, sand flew and rocks flew. Murong Jun pointed his spear forward, a cold light appeared, the sky and earth changed color, the surrounding spiritual energy surged crazily, and a huge dragon shadow appeared in mid-air.

"Ho ho ho~"

The dragon shadow kept roaring, shocking people's hearts, and collided with the countless sword energy.

The color of the sky and the earth changed, and a dazzling white light centered on the collision spread to all directions. A terrifying aura rushed towards everyone, and some weak people were instantly shattered.

This is the power of the fight between strong men in the Mahayana period.

After reaching the realm of divine transformation, monks can mobilize the power of heaven and earth to enhance their attack power.

"Ten thousand swords return to the clan."

His attack was neutralized by Murong Jun, and Bai Wuhua's eyes became filled with fighting intent. As he swung his long sword, dense sword aura suddenly appeared in the air again.

This is Bai Wuhua's famous trick, Wan Jian returns to his clan.

He once used this to fight against a quasi-emperor and escaped with his whole body. He is worthy of being the number one swordsman in the Southern Region.

"Are you serious? Do you really think that I, Murong Jun, don't have any trump cards?"

Time and time again, Murong Jun couldn't bear it anymore. He didn't know why, but Bai Wuhua wouldn't let go of him?

"Kill the gods with one shot." Murong Jun shouted with fighting intent on his face.

A circular black hole appeared behind him, and the black hole exuded a terrifying aura. At the same time, a terrifying dark black light poured out from the black hole, and the sky suddenly became dark, as if the world was about to be destroyed.

"Condensation."

On the other hand, Bai Wuhua frowned and softly uttered a word from the corner of his mouth.

The countless sword qi kept moving closer to the center, and finally formed a huge sword qi, exuding a terrifying and boundless aura.

"go."

Bai Wuhua thrust out his long sword, and the huge sword energy in the air surged forward like an overwhelming force.

Collision with the rapidly coming black light.

"boom."

The boundless spiritual power fluctuations overturned the entire area, and the energy fluctuations overturned everything, as if the world was about to be broken.

Eventually, the energy dissipated, and a solemn look could be seen on the two people's faces.

None of them can do anything to the other. One is the number one swordsman who has been famous for a long time, and the other is a rising star who is the leader of a country at only thirty-two years old.

Bai Wuhua said slowly: "You are very strong, but if you only have this strength, you will stop here today."

Although he was amazed at Murong Jun's strength, he still didn't take him seriously. With just two moves, he had to show his trump card.

"I have a sword called Zhu Xian. I hope you can take it."

Murong Jun frowned and couldn't help but said angrily: "This matter has nothing to do with you, why do you keep insisting on it?"

"I can't help it, I just owe a favor." Bai Wuhua shook his head and said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Wuhua slowly raised the sword in his hand, and saw a dangerous aura gathering towards the sword in his hand.

Just when Bai Wuhua was about to take action again, Li Nian flew out of the sky boat, floating in the air, staring at Bai Wuhua with a cold light in his eyes.

"Get out, or die?"

These four words came out from Li Nian's mouth. After all, Tianfeng Holy Land had not turned against him, otherwise Bai Wuhua would have been a corpse long ago.

Emperor Li?

Bai Wuhua was slightly shocked. This man who had aspired to be the quasi-emperor at the age of twenty would not be able to survive in his hands even if he tried every means.

He quickly bowed his hand to Li Nian and said, "It turns out to be Emperor Li. Sorry to bother you, I'll leave now."

Favor? Does life matter?

He Bai Wuhua is not stupid. For the sake of favor, he handed over his life here?

Moreover, provoking such a big devil for the Tianfeng Holy Land can be said to be harmful to no good.

The figure quickly fled into the distance, the speed was staggering.

This made everyone admire Li Nian from the bottom of their hearts. Just four words could make the number one swordsman in the Southern Territory, Xiu Xiu, leave in dejection with his tail between his legs.

As expected of Emperor Li.

After doing all this, Li Nian returned to the sky boat, and left all the rest to Murong Jun.

Bai Wuhua, who was leaving quickly, was sweating profusely from behind. Fortunately, Tianfeng Holy Land did not offend the big devil Li Nian, otherwise he would be dead today.

There was an aura of death surrounding him just now, and if he walked slower, he would turn into a corpse.

"You have to tell Junior Sister Qingcheng this information to prevent her from being in seclusion forever."

…

All the high-level monks in Dragon City were beheaded, and the border city was destroyed without attack. In less than an hour, the Western Jin army took control of Dragon City.

Leaving a team of people to deal with the aftermath, a hundred sky boats headed towards the restoration of the Shenxiao Dynasty.