Kyushu Daoist Master

Yang Ze slowly put down his right fist. He looked ahead calmly, looking at the thick smoke. At this moment, his eyes could penetrate Zhuge who was in the thick smoke and saw Ji Shitian lying on a stone slab.

With just one punch, Yang Ze easily defeated Ji Shitian. Although Yang Ze did not use all his strength in this punch, he actually used a lot of strength. If it were not for the fact that he wanted to avoid destroying the capital in this attack, he retained some strength, and the power of Yang Ze's punch would be even more terrible.

Ji Shitian's sword was also not weak. The power of that sword was comparable to that of an early eighth-grade attack. In the entire Jiuzhou, apart from Yang Ze, there were only three people who could take that sword safely.

Yang Ze looked at his right fist. There was still a white mark on his right fist. That was the mark left by the sword. Fortunately, he had cultivated the Unbreakable Golden Body to the extreme, otherwise he would not be able to block the sword so easily.

The white scar on Yang Ze's arm began to heal quickly by running the Unbreakable Golden Body. It disappeared in just a few breaths. However, Ji Shitian was still lying there unable to move. He looked very miserable.

If someone saw Ji Shitian at this time, they would be shocked. The arrogant No. 1 strong man in Jiuzhou, Emperor Wu Ji Shitian, just fell there. He did not look like a strong man at all.

The flesh and blood on Ji Shitian's chest was completely exploded, and even his internal organs could be seen. His aura was much weaker. The imperial crown had broken into pieces and turned into a pile of debris that fell beside Ji Shitian.

Ji Shitian, who fell to the ground, had blank eyes. He did not faint, but just looked at the sky in a daze. He did not expect that he would be defeated so thoroughly. With just one punch, Yang Ze was defeated by him with only one punch. It was a crushing victory. His strongest sword could not do anything to Yang Ze.

After one move, Ji Shitian completely understood the huge gap between himself and Yang Ze. He couldn't even be sure whether Yang Ze had used his full strength. If he hadn't used his full strength, then all this was too terrible, and Ji Shitian would be even more unacceptable.

"Is this the Martial Emperor? That's all." Yang Ze didn't continue to attack, but just stood there and sneered. Although he could easily kill Ji Shitian, he promised Lin Hui that he would not kill Ji Shitian, so of course he would not kill him now.

Otherwise, if he angered Lin Hui, there would be no way out. He was not Lin Hui's opponent now.

When Ji Shitian heard what Yang Ze said, a gleam of light immediately appeared in his confused eyes, and the national seal appeared directly above Ji Shitian's head. A pure force from the national seal was injected into Ji Shitian's body, and began to help Ji Shitian recover from his injuries.

At the same time, Ji Shitian's aura began to gradually rise. Ji Shitian stood up from the ground and pressed several acupuncture points on his body with his left hand. Suddenly, his sluggish aura suddenly surged. At the same time, Ji Shitian waved his left hand towards the sky, and nine pseudo-cauldrons suddenly fell down, all landing beside Ji Shitian.

The nine pseudo-cauldrons released spiritual light, which wrapped Ji Shitian's body. The wounds on his body began to heal quickly, and at the same time, the golden sword also flew to Ji Shitian's side.

Although Ji Shitian had not entered the early stage of the eighth grade, his various means were enough to compete with an ordinary early stage of the eighth grade. Yang Ze did not use his full strength in that punch, and did not seize the opportunity to give Ji Shitian a thundering blow. Now Ji Shitian naturally had the opportunity to start recovering himself.

But Yang Ze would not kill him, nor did he want to give him this time to recover. Yang Ze's attack on Ji Shitian was mainly to vent his anger. If he waited for Ji Shitian to recover slowly, he would become Ji Shitian's sparring partner this time.

With one step out, Yang Ze instantly approached Ji Shitian. A strong wind was raised, and a pressure burst out from his body. The ground around Ji Shitian sank directly.

Ji Shitian looked at Yang Ze and rushed over. He pinched his fingers, and the nine pseudo-cauldrons beside him immediately moved. The nine pseudo-cauldrons immediately rotated with a strong spiritual light.

The rotation of the nine pseudo-cauldrons immediately formed a storm, which rolled out and directly enveloped Yang Ze, trapping him in it.

After making a move, Ji Shitian pointed at his forehead and spurted out a mouthful of blood. After this mouthful of blood came out, his face became even paler, but Ji Shitian resisted his weakness, formed a seal with his hands, and hit the blood directly on the nine pseudo-cauldrons.

After integrating the blood, the pressure of the nine pseudo-cauldrons became stronger. With a flash of spiritual light, the nine pseudo-cauldrons suddenly merged together and turned into a huge black cauldron, which transformed into a huge black cauldron phantom.

Whether it was the storm or the last attack of the pseudo-cauldron, the killing moves Ji Shitian used were very powerful, not inferior to the sword at all. This was the powerful strength of the Martial Emperor, and the result of his retreat during this period. Without these killing moves, how could he compete with the early eighth-grade.

After doing all this, the national seal floated above Ji Shitian's head. A lot of luck gathered on the national seal, and at this moment, a layer of protection was formed to protect Ji Shitian. In this national seal, there was also a trick of Ji Shitian.

Madness appeared in Ji Shitian's eyes. Yang Ze's powerful strength made him realize that it was impossible to kill Yang Ze, but he still did not give up. If Yang Ze entered and wanted to kill him, he would do everything to let Yang Ze understand something.

Just when he was going crazy, the storm released by the nine false tripods suddenly broke, and Yang Ze walked out directly in the broken storm. The moment he appeared, the shadow of the black tripod pressed down.

All this was perfectly connected. If it were someone else, they would definitely be smashed to pieces because they had no time to react. However, this time Ji Shitian met Yang Ze. When Yang Ze was trapped in the storm, his spiritual consciousness had already explored everything in the outside world.

At this moment, the shadow of the black tripod fell down, and Yang Ze did not use any magic weapon. He punched out. His punch collided directly with the shadow of the black tripod. The sound of metal colliding was heard, and the shadow of the black tripod exploded. The nine false tripods were directly knocked out, and a strong momentum burst out and attacked Ji Shitian's body.

Ji Shitian looked at all this, and when he was about to slap the national seal on his head, Yang Ze took a step and suddenly appeared in front of Ji Shitian.

Yang Ze pointed his right hand directly at Ji Shitian's chest. Ji Shitian screamed and flew out. The national seal shook in the air and was about to fall, but was caught by Yang Ze.

When the national seal fell into Yang Ze's hand, the power on the national seal suddenly exploded, and a dim golden dragon phantom emerged, trying to break free from Yang Ze's hand.

Yang Ze snorted coldly, and his cultivation was activated, directly suppressing the dim golden dragon phantom, and even the luck on the national seal was suppressed by him.

It was not easy for Yang Ze to suppress the luck. When the luck was shaking, Yang Ze's body was strongly impacted, and his blood and qi rolled violently. It was not easy to suppress it.

After the national seal was suppressed by Yang Ze, Yang Ze saw that the sky above the capital suddenly darkened. The sky was dark and thunder roared, as if it had fallen into the end of the world.

"Brother Yang, you are not the emperor of the Tianwu Dynasty. The national seal is useless in your hands. If you forcefully suppress the national seal, it will only lead to the end of devastation." When Yang Ze grabbed the national seal, Lin Hui's voice echoed in his ears.

Yang Ze had long known that Lin Hui had been secretly watching him, because he always felt that he was being watched. Now that Lin Hui spoke, he knew why the national seal had such strong resistance in his hand.

Looking at Ji Shitian who had fainted, Yang Ze threw the national seal in his hand directly and threw it beside Ji Shitian. Just now, he saw the madness in Ji Shitian's eyes, so he quickly took action to take down Ji Shitian, otherwise Ji Shitian would counterattack and there would be big trouble.

He did hold back. If he hadn't held back, Ji Shitian would be a corpse now, but now Ji Shitian had fainted, and Yang Ze didn't want to stay here. It would be boring to stay here if he couldn't kill Ji Shitian.

Looking at the ruined palace, Yang Ze stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the area where the palace was located shook violently, and then sank.

Yang Ze rose into the air, and came to the sky. Looking at the chaotic capital below, he said, "The dignified Martial Emperor is just like this. Ji Shitian, I will spare your life this time. Remember to practice well, otherwise you will not be so lucky next time."

After saying this, the capital was in uproar. The originally chaotic capital became even more chaotic at this time, but Yang Ze did not even look at it, and directly turned into a beam of light and left the capital.

Before leaving, Yang Ze's spiritual consciousness searched the entire capital, and confirmed that there was no second seventh-grade Grandmaster before he left. The national master did not know where he went, and Yang Ze did not find him. In Yang Ze's eyes, the seventh-grade Grandmaster was a potential threat to Piaomiao Martial Academy. Since there was no one in the capital, he was too lazy to stay here and waste time.

After leaving the capital, he knew that the capital would definitely fall into chaos, but no matter how chaotic the capital was, it had nothing to do with Yang Ze. It just so happened that the capital was a little chaotic, and the court could continue to fight internally, which was good.

After galloping for thousands of miles, Yang Ze saw ripples in the void in front of him, and Lin Hui walked out of it.

"Brother Lin, I didn't break my promise this time. I don't know what you want to do now." Yang Ze didn't expect Lin Hui to appear again, and he immediately became alert.