Da Bong fights more people

The power of earth, fire, water and fire collapsed.

The foreheads of Emperor Zhende and Xu Qi'an were chapped successively, and blood flowed profusely.

"what!!!"

Emperor Zhende screamed.

Yangshen was hit hard.

There is no way for a soldier crossing the river to retreat, but he can kill the king!

Regardless of the blood flowing from his forehead, Xu Qi'an raised the Zhenguo sword, Linglong turned his head, and sprayed another breath of purple air, wrapping around the sword.

Zhen Guojian buzzed and trembled.

"Linglong!"

He roared.

The spirit dragon roared and rushed towards the golden dragon and Yuan Jingdi. Xu Qi'an drove the spirit beast and stabbed into the Zhenguo sword.

Jade broken!

It was another broken jade.

The black light flashed repeatedly, and the witch god's eyeballs kept shooting black light, but it couldn't dissipate Xu Qi'an's mind, let alone the purple energy exhaled by the spirit dragon, so it had no choice but to scatter it on the Zhenguo sword.

Emperor Joan of Arc's Yang God was wounded, and at this moment, unable to control the power of the four phenomena formed by the fusion of earth, wind, water and fire, he instinctively punched out his fist and punched out his intention.

puff!

Zhen Guojian ignored Wu Guang, Xu Qi'an resisted his fist, and let the sword edge penetrate Emperor Zhende's chest. He was like a cavalryman with long hair in his hand, picking up the enemy high.

Blood was flowing from Xu Qi'an's chest, and there was also a penetrating wound.

He didn't care, pressed the hilt of the sword, and the Zhenguo sword advanced a little more, the sword energy eroded the vitality of the third-rank martial artist.

Xu Qi'an smiled and said: "Your Majesty, you have practiced Taoism for 21 years, have you ever heard the people crying in your dreams?"

Grab Joan of Arc's neck, draw out the Zhen Guo sword, and cut off Joan's feet.

Emperor Zhende's eyes were red, and after being severely injured, Yangshen burst out his potential, and his right palm condensed the ground, water and fire, melted into a sword of four images, and pierced Xu Qi'an's chest.

"Your Majesty, on behalf of Duke Wei and the [-] soldiers, I will collect debts from you." He mocked.

Zhen Guojian chopped off his right arm again.

"You traitor!"

Emperor Zhende felt extremely painful and humiliated. He ruled the court for a period of sixty years. Today, he was provoked by a man with the ancestral sword of suppressing the country, and he angrily reprimanded him face to face.

His remaining left hand clenched into a fist, and hit Xu Qi'an's temple hard.

when!

The loud noise spread all over the world.

Xu Qi'an's seven orifices bled instantly, and the flame halo on the back of his head was almost extinguished.

The Zhen Guo sword cut off the last arm of Emperor Zhende.

All limbs were severed.

Xu Qi'an's bloody face slowly raised a strange orange smile:

"I forgot to tell you that Lin'an and I have made a private decision for life. When I kill you, I will ascend the throne and proclaim myself emperor, take your place, and marry your granddaughter, um, your daughter in name.

"Everything about you is mine. Today, everyone in the capital is watching me kill you!"

Emperor Jeanne's eyes were round and round, and the pupils in the eye sockets were trembling.

Humiliation, unwillingness, anger, resentment... All kinds of emotions surged up. He has gone through two dynasties, lived a brilliant life, and controlled the supreme power.

At the end, it ended in such a humiliating way.

Xu Qi'an put the sword across his neck and said: "This time, I will destroy your body and make it difficult for you to be reborn."

With a touch, the head rolled off.

Yang Shen came out of his body and fled quickly, Joan of Arc shouted: "Come!"

The spirit of the dragon veins came from the sky, opened its mouth wide, and swallowed Joan of Arc's Yang God into his belly.

"Xu Qi'an, I will not let you go, I will kill you at all costs, kill all the people around you, and make you restless forever."

Joan of Arc's venomous roar came from inside the golden dragon.

Dragon veins belong to a kind of luck, Xu Qi'an can't do anything with it, the carving knife and Zhenguo sword can't cut it, and although the spirit dragon can swallow the qi, the spirit of the dragon veins is not pure purple qi.

Unexpectedly, the particularity of the dragon's veins finally became his last umbrella.

His physical body is completely destroyed, but as long as the Yang God is still there, he is still a second rank.

At this moment, from Xu Qi'an's arms, fragments of the book from the ground flew out, and a slightly curved dragon tooth flew out of the mirror, and the dizzy charm engraved on its surface lit up.

The dragon tooth whizzed away, easily catching up with the spirit of the dragon veins, and piercing through it!

"Do not!!"

Emperor Zhende's shrill scream came.

Immediately afterwards, with a "boom", the spirit of the dragon vein exploded into pieces, scattered in all directions, turned into streamers of light, and disappeared at the end of the horizon.

Joan of Arc's sun god was no longer supported, and was attacked by Long Yade, and his sun god was dimmed.

Xu Qi'an charged forward riding a spirit dragon, pierced Joan's eyebrows with a carving knife, and pierced her chest with the Zhen Guo sword.

Dazzling clear light and sword energy bloom.

Yangshen melted like ice under the scorching sun.

"Your Majesty, I will send you on your way."

"Xu Qi'an..."

In the cry of unwillingness and pain, Yangshen disappeared.

The emperor, who was overlooking the court for sixty years, completely disappeared.