"Zhou Xuanji! Get out of here!"

Yan Lingzun roared angrily. He knew who the other party was as soon as he heard the sound, but he could not capture Zhou Xuanji's breath, and he didn't know where this guy was.

Xuanyuan Shenhao frowned, and he couldn't find the other party. Could it be that this person was the mortal who had achieved success in the emperor not long ago?

A thousand meters away, Zhou Xuanji appeared out of thin air above a mountain.

He held two swords in his hand, namely the Sun-Swallowing Heavenly Dog Sword and the Dream-Devouring True Martial Demon.

The Dream-Devouring True Martial Demon is a broad sword, with a bright red blade, as if cast by blood.

His Sanyang Yan Qiyi robe was gone. He put on a white dress, his black hair was casually dispersed. Under the thunder clouds, the white dress fluttered, and the spirit of the Sword Emperor shocked the storm.

Feeling his gaze, Yan Lingzun turned around and looked.

When he saw Zhou Xuanji clearly, he smiled angrily: "Boy, you are not dead, it's great, you are here again!"

Angry, he directly ordered to send a hundred heavenly puppets headed by the Four Spirits War God to kill them.

Hundreds of quasi-emperors and the emperors moved together, setting off a terrifying and powerful wind and shaking the mountains.

Zhou Xuanji was dancing with black hair. He raised his eyelids and his purple eyes were so charming. Nine swords purple Tai Chi diagram appeared on his forehead. A sense of domineering aura that was beyond me and moving forward exploded.

"Yan Lingzun, I will let you feel the fear and despair of all living beings."

He said softly, but his voice was like a thunder, resounding throughout the Emperor Cliff.

The Four Spirits God of War hit the punch, and the air exploded and it was deafening.

Nine sword spirits appeared out of thin air behind Zhou Xuanji.

The Heaven-Battle Sword, the Soul-Devouring Demon Slash, the Great Wind Strike, the Flying Sword of the Hundred Miles, the Colorful Sword of the Falling Rain, the Sword of the Wind Dance under the Moon, the Ten Thousand Tracks, the Three Yuan Jue Mai Sword, and the Thirty-Six-Road Jade Flute Sword.

The nine sword spirits each have their own postures and momentum. One of them disappeared out of thin air and then condensed again.

Puff-

The four spirits war gods were directly cut into two halves, turning into countless light stars and drifting away, and no longer existed.

Zhou Xuanji walked down the mountain. He walked without any hurry or slow, staring at Yan Lingzun.

This scene made Yan Lingzun's heart thrilled.

So strong!

One by one, the emperor rushed over, and the sword spirits behind Zhou Xuanji were killed one after another, and the sword light shone one after another, and the coldness spread throughout the world.

He never raised his sword with his hands, but only relying on the sword spirit, one sword and one emperor.

No puppet of heaven can withstand his sword.

After walking ten steps in a row, all the hundreds of heavenly puppets were killed.

quiet!

The world is silent!

Yan Lingzun and Xuanyuan Shenhao were both frightened and looked at Zhou Xuanji with dull eyes.

Especially Xuanyuan Shenhao, he knew the power of the Four Spirits War Gods and those Heavenly Dao Puppets.

He had fought alone against thirty puppets of heavenly way before, but he was defeated.

This man actually killed hundreds of priests with ten steps!

"How is it possible... How could there be such a powerful existence in the mortal world? Could it be that he is the true god who came to earth?"

He swallowed his saliva, and his heart was filled with horror.

If he had full cultivation, he could do it easily.

The key is the mortal world!

Heavenly Dao will suppress cultivation!

"Children! Don't be rampant!"

Yan Lingzun roared, and three hundred heavenly puppets stood in front of him.

In the distance, Bai Hao was hiding behind the hills and watched carefully.

"It's so outrageous..."

He thought in fear that he could not believe his eyes.

Zhou Xuanji's face remained unchanged and walked towards the foot of the mountain.

With two swords in his hand, he was flirting with white clothes. His eyes were so indifferent, he had absolute confidence, and his domineering aura of despising all enemies.

The Sun-Swallowing Heavenly Dog Sword and the Dream-Devouring True Martial Demon are both immortal-shaking swords. Under the infusion of the power of heaven and earth, no great catastrophe can resist.

After becoming the emperor, he has been reborn, with his speed and reaction power far exceeding the past. With the fierce attack of Jianpo, he can kill the Heavenly Dao Puppet in seconds.

Eighteen puppets of heavenly path appeared in various directions of Zhou Xuanji at the same time, and they all used their magical powers to prepare to kill him.

His lips raised and his smile was extremely contemptuous.

Countless sword shadows appeared out of thin air, tearing the eighteen puppets of heaven and turning them into ashes.

The sword shadow of the prehistoric world!

The sword shadow with the power of sword soul has a large coverage and still has a terrifying lethality!

The Nine Emperors of Sword Dao followed, and countless sword energy came from all directions, and the mountains under his feet were shattered directly.

But his steps did not hesitate.

Still walking step by step, the Nine Sword Spirits shone, blocking all the sword energy of the Nine Emperors, and killing them with a more domineering momentum.

Snap instantly!

The Nine Emperors of Sword Dao, Scatter!

A puppet of heavenly way came and was killed and exploded directly, just like fireworks blooming, and it was so spectacular.

Zhou Xuanji's clothes were flying, and in the strong wind, he walked forward with his free and unrestrained swords in his hand, and his sharp eyes had never blinked. His murderous intent locked on Yan Lingzun.

"How is it possible...how can he be so powerful..."

Yan Lingzun's face was gloomy, his body trembled slightly, and he was already in fear.

Xuanyuan Shenhao had a complicated expression and his head was blank.

This person is so powerful in the mortal world. If he reaches the upper realm...

He could not imagine.

Zhou Xuanji...

He remembered this name, and the scene will never be forgotten at this time.

In front of a cliff in the east, there was a figure watching the battle silently.

It is Emperor Yang.

Emperor Yang's face turned pale and his fists were clenched in his sleeves.

The man in the straw raincoat appeared beside him and sighed: "This son has soared into the sky. He is no longer of the same level as you."

The heart-wrenching words made Emperor Yang tremble.

"Can you become so strong after you have attained the Emperor..."

He murmured to himself, his tone full of reluctance.

How can he defeat Zhou Xuanji like this?

The man in the straw raincoat shook his head, thinking that even if you become an emperor, you wouldn't be so strong.

Because that guy is a first-rate emperor.

There are only a handful of first-class emperors of the human race since ancient times.

Even a first-rate emperor should not have such combat power.

"Zhou Xuanji, who is the sacred place you are!"

Yan Lingzun roared angrily with gritted teeth, his face ferocious and extremely angry.

He did not believe that mortals could have such strength.

Even if you prove the emperor, you can't be so strong!

Could this guy be the reincarnation of a powerful man in the upper world?

Although Bai Hao is so embarrassed, there are many powerful existences in the upper world than Bai Hao.

Could it be that the true god is reincarnated...

Thinking of this, his fear became even stronger.

"My name is Zhou Xuanji, the unique sword emperor."

Zhou Xuanji sneered, the murderous intent in his words condensed the world.
To be continued...