Seven Hundred and Sixty-One. If You Have the Ability, Hit Me

The injury of the sky wall shook violently, during the period, in the brilliance formed by the mutual squeezing of the forces of the realm, a few figures appeared faintly.

When they rushed out of the wound of the sky wall, they saw the first person, but it was King Xuanmu.

It's just that the contemporary ruler of the Daxuan Dynasty is in an extremely embarrassing description at the moment.

The crown on his head was completely broken, his hair was disheveled, and there was a tragic wound on his left shoulder and right abdomen, dripping with blood.

There was a bright red scar on his forehead, and blood flowed from his forehead, staining half of his cheeks red.

Behind King Xuanmu, there are several Daxuan Dynasty warriors who came to the Eight Great Worlds with him earlier.

It's just that there were thousands of troops and horses when they went there, but now when they come back, there are only a few people left.

There was even an expression of lingering fear on the faces of all the people, and they rushed to escape from the injury of the sky wall behind them, as if there was an abyss of destruction.

"The eight great worlds, what kind of world is it? Besides Yan Zhaoge and his son, there are actually shocking powerhouses!"

"Are they really born and bred in the lower realm? They can't be from some force in the upper realm, are they stationed there?"

"There are so many evil monsters, it's unbelievable!"

At this moment, the warriors of the Daxuan Dynasty who were able to survive the injury of the sky wall and return to the upper realm all came up with the same idea.

Fortunately, the opponent couldn't catch up!

It's really great to have the injury of the sky wall, and the barrier of heaven and earth between the upper and lower realms of this world!

No one dared to say this out loud, it would be too much to show weakness, boost the morale of the opponent, and destroy their own prestige.

But in everyone's heart, they are thinking so.

Moreover, this idea has been hovering in their minds for a long time, and it will never go away.

Everyone in the Daxuan Dynasty felt as if they were mourning their wives, and King Xuanmu himself was also disgraced.

The imperial conquest came to the lower realm, but it turned out that he was severely injured and almost died below!

Yes, that's right, his cultivation was suppressed by the power of the heaven and earth realm to the third level of a martial saint.

But even so, his strength is also higher than that of the real Martial Saint Triple Level, and the martial artist in the late stage of Conjunctive Phase is much stronger.

But his opponent was stronger than him.

The saber's momentum as if the king came to the world, made King Xuanmu, who had been sitting in Huangjiahai for many years, even give birth to an illusion.

The opponent is the supreme being, and he can only surrender.

He wanted to shatter the illusion, but it turned out that it felt right!

His own dignity does not allow him to admit defeat, but the fact is that he hesitated just a little bit, and if he didn't lift the restriction to ascend in time, he would die in a foreign country and fall into the eight great worlds.

He broke free from the Eight Great Worlds in time and ascended to the Upper Realm of the Congregational Realm, barely avoiding that extremely powerful knife.

The terrible blade still shattered his crown and left a scar on his brow.

Slow down, and his entire head will be split open by that knife!

The Daxuan Dynasty had already suffered a lot from Yanzhao singers, but most of the people who directly confronted Yanzhaoge and formed a life-and-death enmity were characters from the Ten Swords of Ascension to Spirit.

Previously, King Xuanmu was hostile to Yan Zhaoge, but he also admired it somewhat.

But this time he personally entered the Eight Great Worlds, came back with a feather in his hands, narrowly escaped death, King Xuanmu couldn't feel at ease.

Unprecedented depression and resentment.

"Your Majesty, we..." a Daxuan Dynasty warrior asked aloud.

King Xuanmu's face was sullen, like a volcano about to erupt.

After breaking away from the Tianbi injury and returning to the Upper Realm, his cultivation strength immediately recovered.

The incision on his body, which was bleeding profusely, gradually stopped at this time and stopped bleeding.

At the wound, the willful saber energy was still raging, but when he returned to the Upper Realm, he was finally able to suppress it and expel it so that it would not continue to cause damage.

A strong man in the realm of martial saints has such a strong body and so exquisite control over himself.

But in the Eight Great Worlds, King Xuanmu couldn't even stop the bleeding for himself!

Even now, although the injury has been temporarily restrained from further deterioration, the serious injury is still real.

It can be restored in a short time.

Thinking of this, King Xuanmu's face became even more gloomy, as if dripping water.

He paused word by word, and squeezed out the words between his teeth: "Go back to Beijing, prepare to drop treasure bags from the sky!"

He had no face to go to Kang Ping, He Dongcheng, and Gu Zhang for help.

He was preparing to drop the treasure bag from the sky and bring the top-grade holy weapon Xuanwang Spear to the world of the eight extremes. He must personally recover this face.

The Daxuan Dynasty is full of powerful people, and the four great princes are all top powerhouses at the level of seeing gods.

This time he hastily descended to the Eight Great Worlds, he was not prepared enough, and this time he went back to prepare well, and he was about to step on the lower realm that almost made him capsize.

All the warriors of the Daxuan Dynasty lifted their spirits when they heard the words.

"Your Majesty, don't talk nonsense with them at all. If the Xuanwang Spear can descend to the lower realm, then the restriction will be released and the world will be destroyed from the inside!"

Someone gritted their teeth and said, "That Yan Zhaoge's relatives and sect, and this world he was born in, turned into dust together!"

King Xuanmu didn't express his position, he was injured by the sky wall, and immediately shouted in a deep voice: "Where is Yao Hai..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression changed drastically.

It wasn't because he couldn't see the warriors of the Daxuan Dynasty who were supposed to guard against the injury of Tianbi.

Rather, he felt that the connection between Xuanwang Gun and himself was broken!

King Xuanmu looked around, and saw Yan Zhaoge standing there in the empty space, with a huge palace floating beside him.

Yan Zhaoge looked at King Xuanmu and smiled, "Did Yao Hai refer to him?"

Standing next to Yan Zhaoge, the Beiming avatar picked up a corpse in his hand, and was still wearing a golden armor.

Looking at the huge bloody hole on the forehead of the golden armored warrior, and seeing Yan Zhaoge smiling all over his face, King Xuanmu could only feel that the anger in his heart was going straight to the top of his head, no matter how hard it was to suppress it.

"Xuanwang Spear..." Xuanmu King concentrated on feeling it carefully, and finally felt a trace of spiritual energy fluctuations that were so weak that they were almost imperceptible, which came from the Xuanwang Spear he was most familiar with.

And this fluctuation clearly originated from the Hall of Dragons beside Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge saw his appearance and couldn't help laughing: "Are you still looking for something?"

King Xuanmu's eyes darkened, and he gave Chen Zhiliang a hard look: "Will Jin Tingshan break the contract?"

Chen Zhiliang frowned slightly, and before he could answer, King Xuanmu said coldly: "If you don't kill this son of Yan Zhaoge, what kind of face does this king stand between the heavens and the earth? Today Jin Tingshan will help him, and this king will never die." No compromise!"

After saying that, a long spear suddenly appeared in his palm, and the blazing flames shot straight at Yan Zhaoge.

Yan Zhaoge said: "Yan's appearance here has nothing to do with Southeast Supreme Master's sect, so don't slander Southeast Supreme Master's reputation."

Beiming's avatar turned into Kunpeng's light and shadow, rolled up Yan Zhaoge's main body and Qunlongdian together, and flew high into the sky.

King Xuanmu chased after him, but the speed of Beiming's clone was too fast, and it was difficult for him to close the distance for a while.

Seeing the more angry look on Xuanmu King's face, Yan Zhaoge laughed.

Kang Ping made a move, but he was not sure to keep him, let alone King Xuanmu who no longer had the King Xuan spear in his hand.

More importantly, King Xuanmu was covered in injuries at the moment, and his strength was greatly damaged.

If it wasn't for him not being able to use the Sun Seal now, Yan Zhaoge would have wanted to meet this strong man at the sixth level of a Martial Saint head-on.

Looking at King Xuanmu who was smoking with anger but could not help himself, Yan Zhaoge waved his hand at him and smiled.

"If you have the ability, come and hit me."