The offensive did not stop, and a pair of iron fists struck again with scorching heat.
Zhao Yan stepped back, smashed a few bluestone slabs, and then tried to attack the person controlling the airflow.
But suddenly two giant hands made of soil stretched out from the ground and quickly grabbed his feet.
It seems that the real ability of the guy who controls the bluestone is to control soil.
Zhao Yan had no choice but to dodge again and use his steps to get between the attacks from all sides.
Fortunately, the long sword of the escaped man had been broken, so he did not launch another attack for the time being.
While moving around, no one noticed that the strange black sword that had fallen on the ground was quietly approaching the Qin'en Palace with extremely inconspicuous movement.
Bang bang bang!
Zhao Yan gave up and exchanged several punches with Fire Fist.
The other party is the kind of physically strong Zhixuanwufu.
In terms of strength alone, he is definitely not as good as Zhao Yan, but he is still enough to protect himself under the interference of others.
The key to defeating the enemy lies in the person hidden at the end. Only by breaking his secret technique can Zhao Yan exert his ultimate strength.
Therefore, he had to change his style of play, strengthen his offensive to attract the opponent's attention, and create opportunities for Zhenwu Sword to sneak attacks.
The exposed skin suddenly turned golden, and Zhao Yan started a head-on collision with Fire Fist.
He ignored even the bluestone slabs that kept coming and the Escapers that might sneak attack at any time.
With Donkey Kong's defensive capabilities, these injuries can basically be ignored as long as the vital points are not attacked.
It's just that without the blessing of "the words are followed by the Dharma", it's somewhat awkward to use your hands.
But even so, his strength is not much different from that of the fire fist man with secret skills.
You must know that a blessing secret technique is a task that consumes internal energy. After fighting for a long time, the ability of the fire fist to shock the mind has weakened a lot.
It can be said that if the other party did not have more means, Zhao Yan would be in an invincible position.
Even if they are unable to use many abilities, they can be slowly worn to death by relying on the body of the Great Vajra Realm.
The Buddhist physique is so rogue.
The other party obviously thought of this, and the intensity of the attack suddenly increased a lot.
Both sides thought together and wanted to end the battle as soon as possible.
With a "bang" sound, the two exchanged punches. Zhao Yan remained motionless while Fire Fist retreated ten steps.
After persisting for so long, his internal strength finally showed signs of exhaustion.
Kill him while he's sick.
Zhao Yan pressed harder on his toes and stepped forward very quickly to make up for the punch.
"Certainly!"
The man in the distance let out a low roar, and then his facial features oozed with blood. It was obvious that although these secret techniques had endless benefits, the corresponding backlash was also extremely terrifying.
Zhao Yan's body suddenly stopped in the air, unable to move as if entangled by countless threads.
In an instant, the loess under his body suddenly rolled, a black shadow emerged from it, and a sword head took out his lower body.
At the same time, those bluestone slabs hovering in the air lost control and fell to the ground. Instead, a huge mud claw suddenly rose from the ground and grabbed Zhao Yan fiercely.
The lower body is one of the most vulnerable parts of the human body...
Even if he has the physique of Donkey Kong, he would not dare to use that thing to catch the sword for the first time!
Especially men, they don’t dare to take any risks!
Zhao Yan's heart suddenly became furious and he could kill without giving a nod, but now you want to ruin my happiness for the rest of my life, so there's nothing you can say!
A stream of black light rushed over as fast as lightning, arriving first and piercing Zhao Yan before the sword could reach him.
And it was originally used to kill the person hiding at the end...
One thought led to completely different results.
clatter!
The body suddenly relaxed.
After Zhao Yan landed, his face looked somewhat ugly.
The Zhenwu Sword hovered beside him, as if sensing anger, it spun several times and made a high-pitched sword cry.
"puff…"
A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the person hiding at the end suddenly arched his body into a shrimp, and then sat down weakly on the ground.
The secret technique was immediately interrupted, and Zhao Yan felt that the air flow around him resumed in an instant.
Forcibly interrupting the connection between a celestial warrior and heaven and earth is also a big burden for a master of the pinnacle of Zhixuan.
Zhenwu Sword's unexpected outburst was the last straw that broke his back.
Seeing his companion being supported behind him with a flushed face, and the other being stabbed to death by a sword, Fire Fist didn't dare to raise his hand, and wanted to turn around and retreat when Zhao Yang had just returned to normal.
It's a pity that Zhao Yan, who was in anger, could not let him get his wish.
The Zhenwu Sword turned into a stream of light again and took off his vest at an incredible speed.
puff!
The sword penetrated his body and stabbed him to death on the way back.
Zhao Yan stepped forward and pulled out the Zhenwu Sword as he passed by.
He didn't feel anything about it before, but when he used it this time, he realized that it was indeed the sword Zhang Laodao had used.
Compared with the famous sword he owns, Zhenwu is obviously more spiritual.
At least other famous swords cannot make a sword sound on their own and break the secret technique.
I'm a little reluctant to give it back to Geng Yujing...
Zhao Yan held the sword in his hand and admired it as he walked.
In the distance, Li Qinglian sat leisurely on the grass and became an audience.
It seems that he really just came back to deliver the sword.
"Back off."
Chen Jialuo's voice came from the Qian'en Palace. The three living Zhixuan masters heard the voice and backed each other up.
"It's a joke, can you leave if you want?"
Zhao Yan held up a sword flower, and the Zhenwu sword flew up into the air, staring at the three of them menacingly.
"The True Martial Divine Sword was actually delivered to King Qi's face."
"I'm sorry. If I had known that you were the King of Song Dynasty and Qi Dynasty, I would not have let them fight with you."
"If the prince is still angry, I will kill these three people."
"A few mere accusations have offended the Zhao royal family, so they should be considered as apologies to the prince."
Chen Jialuo continued, but he did not show up.
Just from his tone, he didn't care at all about the life and death of these men.
Especially after recognizing Zhao Yan's identity, Chen Jialuo seemed to have a strange sense of identification with him.
Maybe it’s because…
Are both the emperor's younger brothers?
"I want to kill you more than them."
Zhao Yan looked into the Qin'en Hall with a faint look.
A scumbag who deceived a sixteen-year-old girl!
Killing can vent your anger even more.
"I heard that the prince had the opportunity to ascend the throne as emperor, but he took action to save his eldest brother, or did he give up the throne on his own initiative?"
Chen Jialuo didn't care about Zhao Yan's provocative words, but instead asked curiously.
Those three people were caught between the two, unable to advance or retreat...
Their identities were completely different from Chen Jialuo's. The other party wanted them to die, so there was no way they could survive.
"What's the point of being an emperor? People all over the world have to rely on you to survive. Aren't you tired?"
Zhao Yan said calmly, walking closer and closer to Qin'en Palace without stopping.
"Common people? Hahaha, as a nobleman of Tianhuang, how can the prince care about these low-class people!"
"If we let them live, they will live. If we want them to die, death will be a shame!"
"The most indispensable thing in the world is these people. As royal nobles, how can you and I lower ourselves?"
Chen Jialuo shouted wildly.
He found Zhao Yan's idea extremely ridiculous.
In his opinion, this is how it is between people.
Some people are born noble, it is their innate destiny.
"Then go ahead and be noble, I don't have that mentality like you."
Zhao Yan responded casually, not interested in saying anything more to him.
The concepts are different, and it would be a waste of words to say more.
What's more, since he is an enemy, there is no need to convince him as long as the difference between life and death is enough.
呲呲…
Lightning flashed in the palm of his hand, and Zhao Yan suddenly attacked the three people over there.
The huge consumption just now has left them with very little combat power left.
Killing them at this point is effortless.
Although Zhao Yan consumed a lot of energy, after restoring the link between heaven and earth, the loss of internal energy was quickly replenished.
As expected, Chen Jialuo did not go to save the three people, and allowed Zhao Yan to electrocute the three people into charcoal with a few moves.
"It seems that I was mistaken. Your Majesty and I are not from the same place."
"Who is the same as you? Stop hating me!"
Zhao Yan threw the Zhenwu sword high and jumped onto the sword.
He spread his hands flat by his sides, his palms thundering with joy.
Across the tall roof of the Qing'en Hall, a huge golden and bronze seated statue of Taizu of the Qing Dynasty comes into view.
In front of the bronze statue, a girl in a white dress was suspended upside down in the air by her hands. Her head was lowered and her face could not be seen clearly.
In front of him, a middle-aged man in a white robe from Nishina sat cross-legged on the ground.
They gathered around a mysterious sacrificial formation and muttered words for some time.
"go!"
Zhao Yan flicked his five fingers, and the thunder ball in his palm divided into parts and quickly hit the white-robed man in the west.
Killing them is naturally the easiest way.
It's a pity that this is destined to be a wonderful idea.
Just as the thunder ball flew over the top of the Qian'en Hall, two more strong men in azure python robes jumped up high and grabbed the thunder ball with their bare hands, letting it explode in their palms. Some slight black marks.
Zhao Yan frowned suddenly. There was no breath in these two people, as if they came out of thin air.
But the strength is so strong, using a pair of fleshy palms to catch the thunderbolt he had been brewing for a while, this kind of fleshly body is not something that the ordinary Celestial Realm can take care of with just a few words.
At the same time, a man in a golden dragon robe came out from behind the altar with a man in a python robe.
Huang Taiji?
The man in the dragon robe looked majestic and was wearing a dragon robe. Zhao Yan subconsciously thought he was Taizu Taizu of the Qing Dynasty.
But it was soon discovered that the thing on this man's robe was the West-clawed Golden Dragon, not the Five-clawed Golden Dragon.
If so...
"Dorgon, my uncle."
Emperor Xi didn't know when he flew to Zhao Yan's side and said in a deep voice.
Zhao Yan glanced at his feet in shock. He was able to hang in the air without using anything...
It turns out that the terrestrial immortal mentioned by Princess Jianning is actually Emperor Xi himself.
The depth of this person's city is truly terrifying to be able to achieve the realm of land gods in such an environment.
You must know that although emperors from various countries have practiced martial arts, few have achieved the extraordinary level, let alone such skills!
But compared to this, Dorgon's identity is obviously more amazing.
Taizu of the Qing Dynasty lived to be over a hundred years old, which was an extraordinary blessing...
Why did Dorgon do it?
As if he had anticipated what Zhao Yan was thinking, Emperor Xi said:
"What a hero he was back then, but now he's just a puppet."
"puppet?"
"There are five people wearing python robes, namely Zheng Lirui, the five princes of Yusu, and one person wearing dragon robe is my uncle Dorgon."
Emperor Xi's eyes were indifferent.
"Although people are dead, the ancestors used secret methods to preserve their physical bodies. With all their internal strength lost, the strength of their physical bodies has reached an extremely terrifying level."
"There is an extremely powerful corpse poison in the skin, which will corrode the heart and bones when touched. Even your Vajra body may not be able to survive a few attacks."
Zhao Yan nodded slightly.
It turns out to be a zombie...
No wonder these people can't feel any breath on them.
It seems that Dorgon should be the most powerful one, and the other five should also have the ability of the celestial realm.
Some clues can be seen from the fact that Ao Baizheng led so many people to deal with two people, but could not easily solve them.
But it's already reached this point, why doesn't Xiao Qiushui take action?
Deal with zombies…
It would be great if I could ask Uncle Ying to get on top of me.
"I'm here to deal with Dorgon and the two beside him. The remaining two will be left to you. There are less than two moments left before Lichen. We must clear the obstacles before then."
Emperor Xi finished speaking coldly and stepped forward without any delay.
He carried black aura in one hand, and white light in the other. It was hard to tell what kind of martial arts it was, but it was definitely quite powerful.
The two princes Fei Zhan didn't know how to distinguish the enemy. They did not stop Emperor Xi from moving forward, but kept staring at Zhao Yan with empty eyes.
On the other side, Dorgon did not hesitate, and suddenly stretched out his dark green claws, approaching Xi Emperor like a dragon. He was wearing almost the same clothes, but his movements were truly earth-shattering.
Every punch and palm sent out heavy ripples with great force.
But even if the two of them did it so close to the altar, the aftermath would dissipate one by one when it reached the white-robed man in the west.
There must be some kind of treasure protecting these people!
Zhao Yan noticed this situation and secretly paid attention.
Then his eyes turned to the two princes blocking him, Fei Zheng.
"Sigh...I can handle these two things. The rest is up to you, a guy who hides his head and shows his tail."
Zhao Yan said to himself.
He guessed that Xiao Qiushui must be nearby, and he must be able to hear what he said.
Although I couldn't figure out why he was hiding and refusing to show up, he had to vent his resentment.
"There is no peach wood sword, no black dog blood, I can only rely on you. You are black and have a sword, so just use it."
After looking at the Zhenwu Sword at his feet, Zhao Yan landed on the top of the Qin'en Hall.
The Zhenwu Sword followed and fell into his hands.
"My sword is extremely sharp, and I am as free as the wind."
Zhao Yan stroked the blade of the Zhenwu Sword and activated "Words followed by Dharma".
With a sudden flash of silver light, his body suddenly dissipated into an afterimage and disappeared in place.
The next moment, he appeared as if reorganized, flying to the side of the prince on the left.
A sword slashed towards Fei Zheng's neck.
This was an unexpected blow, but Fei Zheng suddenly turned around and suddenly grabbed Zhao Yan's chest with his dark green poisonous claws.
clang!
The Zhenwu Sword hit Feizheng's neck heavily, and half of the sword was embedded in it, and then it was stuck deeply and could not move.
However, after being severely injured, Fei Zheng's actions were not hindered by anything.
Seeing that he was about to be caught in the heart, Zhao Yan had no choice but to abandon his sword and retreat.
He finally understood why Ao Bai fought so hard...
This flying zombie is indeed incredibly strong!
