Western Region, Hanhai Desert.

Zeluoju was riding a camel, carrying a saber, wearing a black eye patch and a full beard. He looked like the most standard horse bandit from the Western Regions.

He hasn't been so solemn in a long time.

In the past, he was the "Evil Sword of the Vast Sea" who lived high in the Evil Mountains. He has long passed the stage of carrying the sword himself and fighting hard. He has more than a thousand bandits under his command. If anything is given, he can get it done. If he really encounters it,

If he can't afford to offend anyone, he can still hide in Halle and go to his master, the Crying Old Man. With Crying Old Man's peak strength, there aren't many things in the world that he can't protect.

But this time was different from the past. Ze Luo Ju was thinking in his heart while riding his horse forward.

He didn't pay much attention to the enemy Zhao Heng he was about to fight against. Although the opponent had a Dharmakaya ranked second in the Heavenly Ranking as a backing, he was not there to kill people. If he was just to capture him alive, even if the opponent had some powerful life-saving weapons.

Things may not be used by oneself.

But once caught like this, problems also arise.

The Great Asura's meaning is very clear. The Western Region is his territory, and no matter who wants to cause trouble, he must first obtain his permission. People like Zhao Heng who suddenly come to cause trouble without saying a word in advance are the most repulsive to him.

However, the other party has a deep background, and the Great Asura is not willing to start a war with a person ranked second in the Heaven Ranking unless it is absolutely necessary. The purpose of catching Zhao Heng is to test the other party's mind.

Who is behind this move?

Is it the Zhao family of the Southern Jin Dynasty? Or the Spark Sect?

Did they negotiate it, or did one of them take advantage of the other?

The worst outcome is that the Southern Jin Dynasty and the Spark Sect unite to take action against the Western Regions. In this case, the enemies will be the two Dharmakayas.

Mengnan thought to himself that although he could not win with the help of Shura Temple's mountain-protecting formation, he could still persevere if he apologized and guarded the gate, or at worst gave up the Western Region to them. After all, no one wanted to force a Dharmakaya to die.

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The best result is to let the Southern Jin Dynasty and Xinghuo Sect fight each other and reap the benefits.

Anyway, no matter how you look at it, you are not at a loss!

It may be true that Great Asura will not suffer losses, but that is not necessarily the case for Luo Ju.

He didn't understand much about the game between dharma bodies, but he understood that with Zhao Heng's background, it wouldn't take many years to break through the exterior scene and surpass himself.

If I offended him today and can't get rid of the trouble later, it is almost certain that the other party will come to visit me in the future.

If you are lucky, you will be tortured to vent your anger, but if you are not lucky, you will become ashes.

After all, he was a deviant, so there was no need for a reason to be killed.

With this move today, the fate of the future will be handed over to others. This feeling really makes Zeluoju panic.

"How about I treat him politely?"

After carefully thinking about this possibility, he shook his head again, "The exterior scene is more like coercion than Kai Qiao, no matter how polite you are."

He just wished that the road under his feet could go all the way to the end of the world, until Zhao Heng suddenly left the Western Region, or at least left the Hanhai. In that case, the matter would be out of his control.

Unfortunately, instead of retreating, Zhao Heng seemed to have intentionally exposed his whereabouts.

"Damn, chase!"

Zeluo Ju gritted his teeth and could only take the lead and chase after him.

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"Prince, don't worry, I will ensure that no one will disturb you and Zeluoju's fair fight."

A man in a white robe with a small red flag printed on his sleeves stood side by side with Zhao Heng, "The leader is also looking forward to this battle."

Although Zhao Heng was a disciple of Chi Yao, he had no position in the Spark Sect because he had never participated in the missionary activities in Southern Wilderness, so the missionary was called by his identity in the Southern Jin Dynasty.

"Thank you, Messenger Zhao. I will definitely live up to Master's expectations!"

Zhao Heng responded forcefully.

"You still have to be more careful. Even if you can't use the power of heaven and earth, there is still a huge gap between the exterior and the opening."

The missionary named Zhao reminded, "With us here, you only need to concentrate on dealing with Zeluoju alone, but no matter how the battle between the two of you develops, we will not intervene."

"Do not worry!"

Zhao Heng still looked confident, "If I can't even deal with a mere evil sword in the vast sea, how can I clarify the world and cleanse the evil atmosphere in the future? I will win this battle!"

The golden sword on his waist made a soft sound in conjunction with it.

"Okay, then let's get ready."

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Zeluoju led the team to follow him, but the further he went, the more he felt something was wrong.

Because a group of enemies would appear on the road from time to time to entangle the horse bandits under his command. The number of enemies was not large each time, but the number of times was overwhelming.

He went back and forth, and when he came to his senses, he was shocked to find that he was alone.

Directly across from him, there was a man in yellow robe, holding a sword with one hand and facing away from him. His aura was vaguely connected to the heaven and earth here.

"Are you Zhao Heng, the crown prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty?"

Zeluo Ju narrowed his one eye slightly, with this posture that faintly moved the heavens and the earth. He was worthy of being ranked third on the list.

"No, today, I am just Zhao Heng."

Zhao Heng turned around and said, "Third on the list, Zhao Heng!"

'What's the meaning?'

Zeluo Ju thought carefully, 'Does he mean that his trip does not represent the intentions of the Southern Jin Dynasty? It is just a private act? He thinks I will believe it?'

"It doesn't matter who you are today. The prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty has entered our Western Region. His Excellency the Great Asura is very happy and holds a banquet in the Shura Temple. I believe that you will not disappoint the Great Asura?"

Regardless of whether it was useful or not, Luo Ju opened his mouth and carried out the great Asura Mengnan, preparing to give Zhao Heng a little pressure.

"How can a little person like me get into the eyes of Lord Asura?"

Zhao Heng tightened his hands and said, "I specially invited Xie Dao to come here today."

"Did you look for me specifically?"

Zeluoju felt uneasy, "Why?"

"war!"

Zhao Heng stopped talking nonsense and raised his hand to throw out the forbidden magic weapon. Clouds suddenly rose in the desert, forming a hemispherical cover, which covered Zhao Heng and Zeluoju upside down.

"What's this?!"

The magic weapon was activated too quickly, and Luo Ju had no time to react, and the next moment he was dumbfounded. Because he found that he could not use the method he was most familiar with as a strong man on location!

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Seeing that the situation was going to collapse, although Luo Ju was not frightened, the cruelty hidden in his bones rushed into his heart.

"Do you think that with the power of heaven and earth sealed, you, a child with an enlightened state, can fight me?"

He stepped on the stirrup hard and flew up with his saber in hand. The light of the sword flashed past, causing a burst of ghostly cries and howls.

Zeluoju became a disciple of the Crying Old Man, practiced Kuangsha Magical Skills when he was enlightened, and later received the inheritance of the Eighteen Pats of Resentful Souls.

At this moment, with a full blow of the sword, there is not only the violence of the howling wind and the roaring of the yellow sand, but also the invisible coldness of an innocent soul seeking life, and the invisible coldness of a fierce ghost. It cuts the body as well as the spirit.

If someone is not mentally strong enough, he may not even have time to react and will be beheaded with a knife.

But Zhao Heng is obviously not such a person.

Zeluo Ju's sword did not allow him to have any secrets. The Xuanyuan sword "clanged" out of its sheath, and the golden sword body was entwined with dragon-shaped energy like phantoms.

Roar!

The upright dragon roar instantly dispersed the cries and screams of the innocent souls. The two dragons entangled and circled each other, turning into Xuanhe sword energy and facing the evil knife that was slashed by Duotou.

[Fulong Xiangtian]!

This is Zhao Heng’s self-created swordsmanship, guided by his own experience and using his sword to clarify his will!

He has been dormant for long enough, and it is time for him to soar into the sky and show his splendor!

Rumble——

Daogang sword energy collided with each other and refused to give in. The golden dragon and the ghost bit each other and entangled each other. In the end, Zhi Luoju was the better, but after consuming a lot of sword energy, it could not pose much threat to Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng was very satisfied with the first test move.

The enemy is stronger than you, that's for sure, but it's important that you don't collapse at the first touch.

As long as we can maintain a stalemate, even if it is only a short stalemate, there is a chance to turn defeat into victory. Finding a glimmer of hope in the impossible is the real training!

"Come again!"

Zhao Heng became more and more courageous as he fought. He waved his hand and used another self-created sword skill.

【Dragon fights in the wild】!
To be continued...