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"Puff."

The ancient sword of Chenyuan pierced Tong Dong's eyebrows, brought out a large piece of blood, and flew out from the back of his head.

With a bang, Tong Dong's body fell down.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he became a dead person.

Everyone was stunned and their chins fell to the ground.

Originally, everyone thought that Tong Dong would definitely be able to kill Zhang Ruochen, but who would have thought that Zhang Ruochen would actually have the power to kill the half-saint?

"That's... a mental attack. It turns out that Zhang Ruochen is still a powerful mental semi-saint. No wonder he dares to use the Thousand-Secret Destruction Power. He has a trump card."

"Zhang Ruochen is really hard to deal with."

All the semi-saints of the Ministry of War looked at each other, and no one dared to take action easily.

After all, no one knows how strong Zhang Ruochen's mental power is? With tens of billions of eyes, he stared at the talented woman in the Holy Book and said, "The talented woman is a saint of spiritual power. You should be able to see the strength of Zhang Ruochen's mental power, right?"

The expression of the talented woman in the Holy Book remains unchanged, and she did not answer the exact answer of 10 trillion yuan, saying: "In order to deal with a first-level and a half-saint, the Ministry of War not only lost its reputation, but also lost three powerful generals in a row. Is this how the Wantian King dealt with Zhang Ruochen?"

Wan Jiaoyi could feel the dissatisfaction of the talented woman in the Holy Book and couldn't help but frown.

To be honest, he didn't think there was anything wrong with his own methods. The only mistake was that he underestimated Zhang Ruochen's strength.

Of course, the attitude of the talented woman in the Holy Book still made him feel some pressure. After all, the talented woman in the Holy Book is the closest celebrity around the Queen. Not only that, the talented woman in the Holy Book also has extraordinary influence in the entire Confucian and Taoist dynasties.

If the talented woman in the Holy Book is in front of the Queen, it would be really a very troublesome thing.

Behind Wan Jiaoyi, Jian Kongzi immediately spoke and said, "Prince, if you ask me to take action, you will definitely take down Zhang Ruochen's level."

Wan Jiaoyi glanced at Jian Kongzi, then took out a Vajra from his sleeve and handed it to him.

"If you make another mistake, I will take your life in the nine tribes." Ten thousand Giant Billion said.

Jian Kongzi took the walnut-sized Vajrazi, but felt extremely heavy, as if he was holding a mountain. Even the half-saint's arm could not hold it.

"The 347th place in the "Thousand Patterns Holy Artifacts" is Vajrazi." Jian Kongzi was secretly shocked.

The Heavenly King actually handed over Vajrazi to him. It can be seen that he must be foolproof in this battle and must never fail again.

The talented woman in the Holy Book converged slightly, and she became worried about Zhang Ruochen.

After all, she could clearly see that Zhang Ruochen's mental strength was only level 46, and it was impossible for him to block Jian Kongzi, who was at the seventh-level half-saint realm.

The talented woman in the holy book had even more contradictory but had no choice but to try her best to restrain the fluctuations of the Sacred Heart to avoid being noticed by tens of trillions of dollars.

When Zhang Ruochen saw Jian Kongzi ascended the Gladiator, he was not panicked at all and was still quite calm.

Because he also has a trump card, that is, the relics.

At this point, we can only untie the third layer of the relics to solve the killing situation in front of us.

By unbuttoning the third seal, Zhang Ruochen can obtain saint-level combat power in a short period of time, and it is naturally more than enough to use it to deal with Jian Kongzi.

Only there is some waste. In the future, he will never have external forces to borrow, and he can only solve the problem with his own strength.

Jian Kongzi glanced at Zhang Ruochen opposite and shook his head gently. For a top sword cultivator like him, killing a seriously injured first-level half-saint is really not a sense of accomplishment.

However, killing Zhang Ruochen will definitely get a lot of military merit and rewards, which makes him very excited.

Just before Jian Kongzi was about to take action, a white sword light flew from the horizon.

"Wow—"

The sword energy was like a dazzling light that passed through the void and tore the formation outside the Gladiator Platform apart.

A figure flashed, and a tall woman in a purple long skirt was already standing in the center of the gladiatorium, separating Zhang Ruochen and Jian Kongzi.

A very powerful holy light radiated from the woman in purple, so few people could see her true body clearly.

Even the semi-saints present at the Ministry of War could only see a graceful figure, moving outline, crystal clear snow skin, and a layer of lilac veil on their faces.

Wan Zhuyi and the talented woman in Sheng Shu were also stunned. After all, the defensive formations around the Gladiator are connected to the central altar. Even with their cultivation, it is difficult to break.

The woman in purple used only one sword to tear the defensive formation apart. Her powerful cultivation was really shocking.

The talented woman in the Holy Book knows the strong men in the world very well, and she quickly guesses the identity of the woman in purple.

What made her even more curious was how could the woman in purple have such a unique identity and a legendary woman who was even more out of the world save Zhang Ruochen?

The woman in purple is naturally the lord of the Holy Maiden Palace of the Demon Sect, Ling Feiyu.

Ling Feiyu's starry eyes, with a cold and sharp chill, said: "Your War Department is becoming more and more majestic. You dare to break into the ancient clan of the prison to kill people. Do you really think that the emperor's order of the Supreme Green Emperor is just a piece of waste paper?"

Every word Ling Feiyu said was like a heavy blow, hitting Jian Kongzi's chest, shaking Jian Kongzi continuously backed.

Jian Kongzi retreated to the edge of the Gladiatorium, and could no longer hold on. He half-kneeled on the ground and vomited blood.

Wan Zhaoyi naturally guessed the identity of the woman in purple, so he stood up and sang: "Senior Ling, I have always remembered the imperial order of Emperor Qing, how dare I disobey it? This is not a conflict between the Ministry of War and Zhang Ruochen, but a private hatred between them. After discussion between the two sides, he finally decided to go to the Gladiator to fight the life-and-death battle."

Ling Feiyu stared at Wan Zhaoyi, showing an unhappy expression, and said, "Are there any place for you to speak in the ancient tribe of Zhenzhu?"

Wan Zhuyi and Ling Feiyu each belong to the peak powerhouses of the same era, intimidating a generation. One became king in the past 100 years and was undefeated in a hundred battles. The other swept the world three hundred years ago, and no one could defeat it.

Of course, Ten Thousand Gigabytes have not only been practicing for a hundred years. He has entered the Tianlun Seal for four times. In total, he has practiced in the Tianlun Seal for more than a hundred years.

There is indeed a big gap between the two of them, but Wan Jiaoyi is also a very proud person, so he naturally would not bow to Ling Feiyu.

Wan Jiayi carried his arms on his back, and the blue dragon armor on his body emitted dazzling blue light, rushing straight into the sky, condensed into a huge blue dragon, wrapped around him.

He said: "Senior Ling is such a bad word. Now the ancient tribe of Zhenzhu and the court are joining forces to deal with the immortal blood clan. In this ancient tribe of Zhenzhu, there is naturally a place for this king."

Ling Feiyu looked at each other with Wan Jiaoyi and said, "Since you know that the Immortal Vampire is entrenched in the Yuan Mansion. Then, the enemy is in front of him, and he should have united all the forces that can be united to deal with strong enemies together. Why is the Ministry of War still calculating personal grudges and self-destructing the strong generals? You are a junior who ignores the overall situation, and I don't know if the queen has taken a look at you, so that you can take the title of Heavenly King?"

Hearing Ling Feiyu's words, Wan Jiayi's eyelids twitched and his eyes flashed, but he could not refute it.

Zhang Ruochen stood aside and glanced at Ling Feiyu, secretly admiring him. He really didn't expect that this saint prince was not only full of swordsmanship, but also had such great skills in his mouth.

As expected, none of the saints of the Demon Cult is a fuel-efficient lamp.

"Senior Sword Saint, Zhang Ruochen is the lurker of the Immortal Blood Clan. Everyone is punished. If you favor him so much, you will not only offend the Ministry of War, but also cause the members of the ancient clan of the prison to have some misunderstandings about you."

The person who speaks is Wang Jie.

Wang Jie had a deep resentment towards Ling Feiyu. At this moment, with the support of the Ministry of War, he naturally jumped out and attacked Ling Feiyu with words.

However, he failed to see the situation clearly and thought that the Ministry of War could suppress Ling Feiyu.

But I didn't know that even Wan Gigabyte was trying to restrain his anger and did not provoke Ling Feiyu.

But he took the initiative to jump out and threatened Ling Feiyu with the Ministry of War and the ancient tribe of Zhenzhu. What's wrong with seeking death?

Sure enough, Ling Feiyu, who had a bad temper, had his eyes very cold when he heard Wang Jie's words, and said, "You ancient clan in prison, have no protection for the sword-holder who has not grown up, so I will give up. I am too lazy to pay attention to it. Anyway, after Xuanji Sword Saint comes back, he will slowly settle the accounts with you. But, what are you, how can you still dare to threaten this Saint?"

"Boom."

Tens of lightning came out of Ling Feiyu's body, with the Gladiator Tower as the center, and within a radius of hundreds of miles, it completely turned into a sea of ​​thunder and lightning.

At this moment, she was obviously quite angry, and her glorious holy power surged towards Wang Jie.

"Bang!"

In an instant, Wang Jie and a large number of the ancient tribes of Zhenzhuo could not bear the powerful holy power, and they all knelt on the ground.

The pores all over Wang Jie's body were filled with sweat. It was not until now that he truly realized how terrifying Ling Feiyu's cultivation was.

He felt very regretful in his heart. He had known that he should have followed his father's advice and should not provoke Ling Feiyu.

"Flying Feather Sword Saint, calm down." Wang Beilie, the leader of the ancient clan of Zhenzhu, flew over from a distance in a mysterious suit, and landed beside Wang Jie.

Seeing his father appear, Wang Jie immediately showed joy: "Father..."

However, before Wang Jie could shout out, Wang Zelie's palm print had already been slapped out, hitting Wang Jie's face, knocking Wang Jie to roll in the air for two rounds before falling to the ground with a bang.

Wang Ze Lie made a slap in the face, slapped Wang Jie's left cheekbones, and half of his face was covered in blood and blood.

Wang Jie lay on the ground and said tremblingly: "Father, you..."

"Shut up, you, the ignorant, dare to be so disrespectful to the Feiyu Sword Saint. I have to kill you today."

A mass of holy fire appeared in Wang Zelie's palm, and a powerful holy energy fluctuated, spreading out to all directions.

If this palm was slapping, I'm afraid Wang Jie would really be killed.

However, before Wang Beilie's palm was shot out, a group of old clans from the ancient clan in Zhenzhu rushed over and stopped him.

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(To explain, the child had a high fever yesterday. He slept for three hours the night before yesterday. He got up at 5:30 in the morning and went back to his hometown. Then he went back and forth from his hometown to the hospital in Chengdu. He had no time to write.

I didn't go home until 1 o'clock in the evening. After a hurry, I had a dizzy head ache and couldn't hold on, so I sniffed for two hours. I got up at 2 o'clock in the morning to write, and I stayed up all night, and finally finished writing!

To be honest, it is really painful for authors like us who have a very slow grammar. If something happens, the update will be unstable.
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