God Emperor

The human man blocking Shang Feng's path was naturally Zhang Ruochen.

Chang Feng's eyes were full of confusion, and he couldn't help but look at the True Illusion Holy Flower growing in the palm of his hand, and stared at it again: "The illusion formed by the True Illusion Holy Flower is enough to hide the power of the seven-step Holy King level. , How could you see me? How could you find me?"

Zhang Ruochen held the Shen Yuan Ancient Sword in one hand and the Emperor Yi Bone Staff in the other, and said calmly: "No matter how powerful your illusion is, it is still in space after all."

"space……"

Chang Feng released his mental power and looked around. After confirming that there were no other monks, he smiled and said, "You are really Zhang Ruochen. Hey, well hidden in the Baihua Palace. I don't know how long you can live. God, why did you come out to die?"

"Boom."

A majestic and intimidating holy power burst out from Chang Feng's body. His body seemed to turn into a holy mountain, his eyes seemed to turn into the sun and the moon, and streams of holy energy flowed in the space like rivers.

That is the power of the Five-step Holy King.

Zhang Ruochen's hair and clothes were flying, and his body was like a small boat in the blue sea, which would be torn to pieces by Chang Feng's holy power at any time.

There were demonic flames burning in Chang Feng's pupils, and he said with a smile: "A mere half-step saint king dares to intercept and kill a five-step saint king. Don't you know, even if the five-step saint king is seriously injured? , is it as easy to kill a Half-Step Saint King as crushing an ant? "

"It's a pity that I'm not an ant."

Zhang Ruochen expanded his space domain and covered an area of ​​100 feet in radius, completely isolating it from the outside world.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen's abnormal behavior, Shang Feng looked cautious, worried about an accident, so he took action first and shot a magic flame claw mark through the air.

Even if he was seriously injured, Chang Feng's current strength was extraordinary. This claw mark was enough to kill the Second Step Saint King.

On the other end, the holy energy in Zhang Ruochen's body began to circulate. Tens of thousands of inscriptions appeared on the ancient Shen Yuan sword in his hand, dragging out a long black sword light.

"There is no regret when the sword comes out."

With this sword, Zhang Ruochen not only used the Seventh Sword of the Dzogchen level, but also mobilized the Ninety-three Rules of Truth and incorporated it into it, doubling the power of the sword move.

"Bang bang."

A series of explosions sounded.

The tyrannical force vibrated in the space realm, tearing the street beneath their feet into pieces, leaving dozens of shocking sword marks.

Shen Yuan's ancient sword shattered the claw marks made by Chang Feng and turned them into balls of demonic flames, which fell to the ground and burned into dense molten pits.

However, Zhang Ruochen was also shaken back dozens of feet by the force of the claw marks. He squatted on the ground, lowered his center of gravity, and stabilized his body.

There was a look of disbelief on Shang Feng's face. Even if the claw just struck out casually, it was impossible for a Half-Step Saint King to block it.

"No wonder it's extraordinary to be number one on the "Holy Merit List"." Shang Feng became serious.

Zhang Ruochen stood up slowly and looked at the blood stain on the tiger's mouth on his right hand, where he felt severe pain.

He muttered to himself: "The gap in cultivation is still too big. With my current physical strength, I actually suffered some injuries from a head-on collision with you."

"Knowing that there is a big gap in cultivation means that you still have some self-awareness."

The holy power that erupted from Chang Feng's body increased several times, and black magic flames burned throughout his body, causing the temperature of this area in the space field to rise rapidly, dozens of times hotter than boiling water.

Zhang Ruochen would naturally not be arrogant enough to think that with his current level of cultivation, he could compete with the Five-Step Saint King.

Just now, Chang Feng looked down on Zhang Ruochen and tried to suppress him with a casual blow. That's why Zhang Ruochen wanted to test his current strength and had a head-on confrontation with Chang Feng.

"Bang."

Zhang Ruochen lifted up the Yihuang bone staff and inserted it into the ground. He pressed his palm on the skull at the top of the bone staff and mobilized a stream of spiritual power to inject it into it.

"Lava Hellfire Palm."

The temperature of the demonic flames on Chang Feng's body rose again, melting the ground under his feet into golden droplets. He formed palm prints with his hands and struck out with brilliant momentum.

Zhang Ruochen's skin was sore from the magic flames, and he said in his mouth: "Emperor Yi, wake up!"

"Wow——"

Emperor Yi's bone staff exuded a cold air and stood up, turning into a huge black skeleton. In the center of the black skull's eyebrows is a golden relic, exuding a sacred aura.

Evil and divine forces are intertwined.

The black skull slapped out a palm, knocking Shang Feng's palm back.

"Bang."

Shang Feng was unable to block the black skeleton's palm, and was hit back dozens of steps. He was already seriously injured and suffered such a heavy blow. Suddenly, he couldn't suppress the injury and coughed out holy blood from his mouth.

"This is...this is King Zan's Emperor Yi Bone Staff..."

Shang Feng's face became quite ugly, and he shook his head again and said: "No, Emperor Yi's Bone Staff is not that powerful."

"The Emperor Yi's Bone Staff is indeed not that powerful, but I have embedded a Buddha Emperor's relic on the bone staff, so naturally it is as powerful as it is now."

Zhang Ruochen carried Shen Yuan's ancient sword, followed the black skeleton, and once again activated the inscriptions on the sword body.

The Yihuang Bone Staff was made from the head and spine of a great sage, and there was a ray of the great sage's holy soul preserved inside the skull, which originally could only exert the power of the three-step holy king.

However, after the Buddha Emperor's relic was embedded in it, the power of the Yihuang Bone Staff was probably able to compete with the strong men at the peak of the fourth step of the Holy King, and its combat power far exceeded Zhang Ruochen.

The black skeleton attacked Shang Feng and made a black palm print. In the palm print, golden Buddha patterns were interwoven, containing the power of both good and evil.

Shang Feng was repelled again, feeling very frustrated.

If he had not been seriously injured by the Demon King and his men, it would not be difficult for him to suppress the black skeleton and Zhang Ruochen with his cultivation.

Moreover, in order to block the last attack of the Peony King and the Skyfire King, Shang Feng used up all his protective treasures. Now, every time he resisted the attack of the black skeleton, his injuries would be aggravated.

"As long as Zhang Ruochen, the master, is killed, the Yihuang Bone Staff is a dead object."

Shang Feng no longer fought with the black skeleton, and used the magic step, rushed between the skeleton's feet, and slammed Zhang Ruochen with a palm. The power of this palm was more than three times stronger than the first one.

No matter how powerful Zhang Ruochen was, he would be seriously injured if he was hit by this palm, even if he didn't die.

However, what made Shang Feng depressed was that Zhang Ruochen didn't fight him head-on. Instead, he used the means of space movement to appear above and behind him, and slashed down with a sword.

"Looking for death."

Shang Feng backhanded a palm and fought with the ancient sword of Shenyuan.

"Boom." The sound of metal and stone colliding sounded, and Zhang Ruochen flew backwards and landed on the top of the black skull. His whole arm was numb with pain.

There was no way. Shang Feng's cultivation was too deep, and he could block the ancient sword of Shenyuan with his bare hands. Such power was really beyond Zhang Ruochen's reach.

Shang Feng was even more annoyed. With his cultivation of the fifth-step Saint King, he couldn't do anything to a half-step Saint King, which made him extremely crazy and wanted to crush Zhang Ruochen to death even more.

"No matter what, even if it triggers the injury, we must kill Zhang Ruochen."

Previously, Shang Feng was worried that using too much power would make his injury worse, leaving a hidden injury that could never be healed, so he had always suppressed his cultivation below the level of the Five-Step Saint King.

Now he couldn't care less, because without using the power of the Five-Step Saint King, he couldn't kill Zhang Ruochen at all.

Only by killing Zhang Ruochen and making this great contribution, can he have a high status when he returns to the Black Demon Realm. Otherwise, he, an undercover who has been lurking in the Qianrui Realm for many years, has no friends and foundation in the Black Demon Realm. After returning, his life will probably be quite difficult.

Zhang Ruochen sensed the increasingly powerful aura of Shang Feng, and immediately commanded the black skeleton to attack.

At the same time, he opened the 144 orifices of his body, and a large amount of holy energy gushed out of his body, stimulating the fifth level of the Hundred Saints Blood Armor.

"Wow--"

One hundred holy shadows flew out and stood in various directions of this area, like stars holding the moon, guarding Zhang Ruochen in the center. Each of the holy shadows possessed the power of a Saint of the Earth Realm.

The Hundred Saints Blood Armor had eight levels of power, corresponding to the eight realms of Saints: Lower Realm, Middle Realm, Upper Realm, Xuanhuang Realm, Earth Realm, Tongtian Realm, True Realm, and Ultimate Realm.

With Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation, he could only activate the sixth level of power at most. However, activating the sixth level of power was like having a hundred Saints of the Tongtian Realm on him, enough to suppress him so that he could not move.

On the contrary, activating the fifth level of power, like having a hundred Saints of the Earth Realm on him, Zhang Ruochen could still burst out at a faster speed.

"Boom."

Shang Feng activated the power of the fifth-step Saint King level, stepped out with one foot, and a thick layer of energy waves spread from the ground, shaking the black skeleton and Zhang Ruochen to the point of being a little unstable.

"Bang."

Shang Feng punched the black skeleton in the chest, knocking it out.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Ruochen condensed the power of a hundred saints, like a god of war wearing blood armor, holding the ancient sword of Shenyuan in both hands, and cut towards Shang Feng in the waist.

"The power of this sword is not bad, but it is still a little bit worse than that of the three-step saint king. You are no different from an ant when you meet this emperor's son."

Shang Feng pressed his palm on the sword tip, and actually grabbed the ancient sword of Shenyuan directly, dissolving all the power of Zhang Ruochen's sword. Then, he swung his arm and threw the ancient sword of Shenyuan and Zhang Ruochen at the same time, smashing them hard to the ground.

However, before Zhang Ruochen fell to the ground, his figure disappeared.

"It's space transfer again."

Shang Feng noticed a slight space fluctuation coming from below him.

Immediately, his eyes were stern, and he stepped forward, just stepping on the sword tip of the ancient sword of Shenyuan. The powerful force pressed down like a demon mountain.

"Go to hell."

Shang Feng formed a palm print at lightning speed and slapped Zhang Ruochen's head.

"Hua——"

Zhang Ruochen disappeared from the spot again, avoiding Shang Feng's killing move.

The next moment, Zhang Ruochen appeared more than 30 feet away from Shang Feng, half kneeling on the ground, gasping for breath. The previous few confrontations were extremely dangerous. Even if he was half a second slower, he would be killed by Shang Feng.

Even though he had calculated carefully and stopped every move when he saw the opportunity, and immediately used space teleportation to escape, he was still shocked by Shang Feng's palm power and suffered some internal injuries.

The black skeleton climbed up and returned to Zhang Ruochen's side, staring at Shang Feng opposite with a pair of evil ghost-fire eyes.

At this moment, Chang Feng felt extremely weak, as if he had suddenly aged two hundred years. This feeling of weakness was even more uncomfortable for him than the injuries inside his body.

"how so?"

There was a look of fear in Shang Feng's eyes, her body was trembling slightly, and she was even a little unsteady on her feet.

Unlike the weak Chang Feng, Zhang Ruochen was full of fighting spirit. He raised the ancient Shen Yuan sword in his hand, stared at the time mark on the sword body, and said lightly: "It is the power of time." Previously, Zhang Ruochen's few The sword was not meant to kill Chang Feng at all, but to hit Chang Feng's body with time marks one after another, cutting off his longevity and making him weak.

Now that the overall situation has been decided, Zhang Ruochen told the secret.

"Emperor Yi, go ahead and kill him."

Zhang Ruochen said in a rather indifferent voice.

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(There is something going on tonight, so it is very likely that I will not update. This... I am really sorry. Of course, if I come back early, I will definitely write another chapter.)

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