The qi shattered, the heart collapsed. With a shattering shattered, Wang Ce's defensive power was shattered by this gorgeous fresh flower.

Wrong, you can't stop my unobstructed sand, and I may not be able to stop your other side.

Because, after the collapse of a Ruyi Confidence, I still have three Confidences. Wang Ce laughed happily!

Wang Ce instantly exuded the most brilliant sword energy, condensed into blood, blocking everyone's vision, and no one saw his heart decomposed into three.

The heart of the brush, the heart of the Yellow River, and the heart of the purple sword. These are the three elements of attack and defense.

"1 small building listens to the spring rain overnight" attacked again.

"Iron Horse and Ice River Comes into Dreams" attacked another Wuzong.

Wang Ce made a decisive decision in a flash, and quickly released the "Chrysanthemum Picking East Fence" again to form the triple defense of the mind, the qi and the fighting spirit skills.

A fresh huā from the other side sailed in the river of life and death, from birth to death, from death to life. Wang Ce suddenly realized something.

Wang Ce smiled with his fingers, and the dripping sword rippled. The heaven and earth seemed to be twisting, moving. The sword energy soared into the sky, condensed into the most beautiful and beautiful sword, covering everything.

The old eunuch Ma exclaimed the most distorted horror in the light of the sword: "You will also be from the other side!" Don't forget, Wang Ce will also be from the other side.

Rong Zhenyun, Huo Benxian, even Emperor Pei Wu, Qu Fen and others were all shocked, and they were filled with a hint of depth and horror. They even felt a sense of silence and enlightenment.

It seems that the rumors that Wang Ce robbed Emperor Lu and snatched treasures such as the Martial God Scroll three years ago may not be the wind of the sky. Otherwise, why explain Wang Ce’s other side?

When this thought moved, everyone was shocked. If it was done by Wang Ce three years ago, wouldn’t it mean that Wang Ce had two of the three sword gods and one and a half volumes of the Martial God scrolls, everyone was thinking about it when they were in a flash.

Countless people were shocked to see the freshness of the Buddha's life and death behind the sand, covering the old horse and eunuchs.

Old Ma and Eunuch sprayed blood on their bodies, and Lou Ran fell down and struggled to breathe!

The triple defense was shattered, and Wang Ce spurted his blood into his body with a mouthful of blood and seemed to have endured the most irresistible force, almost tense and almost tear apart.

The true energy invaded, the sword energy invaded, and Wang Ce spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground with a bang!

With his own strength, Wang Ce was able to fight with the two major Wushu Sects, which was a result of both defeats. This was really caught off guard.

A gentle autumn wind was stained with light raindrops.

Next to this suburban official road, there were countless people in the mountains, both light and dark.

The old eunuch seemed to have only the strength to breathe heavily, and he kept gasping and wanted to get up, but he couldn't move.

Wang Ce was covered in blood, and sword wounds were everywhere, but he slowly supported his body with a dripping sword, grinned and smiled without any intention, and walked closer to Emperor Lu step by step with difficulty.

The raindrops were densely splashed, as if they were hitting the banana leaves and making a sound.

For a moment, the rain washed away the face and the blood on his body, and it seemed like a bloody man, extremely sad and shocking.

At this time, he was like a fallen leaf floating in the wind, looking like a shaking fall, as if only a gust of wind could blow him down.

But he was just shaking, but he smiled indifferently while not falling.

Emperor Lu looked at him expressionlessly, and the iron-resolute in his eyes faded away, turning into various complex gazes with a hint of admiration, a hint of seriousness, a hint of touch, and even a hint of envy.

Wang Ce made a furious move and dragged his seriously injured and weak body to Emperor Lu. He gasped and said with a pale face. He actually said with a smile: "I'll beat you!" Under the marvelous eyes of countless people, he slowly raised his hand and clenched his fists and was about to swing him towards Emperor Lu, but suddenly his eyes turned black and he almost fainted from the pain on the spot!

Seeing that Wang Ce was about to fall, Emperor Lu suddenly moved and he made an action that no one expected.

He actually supported Wang Ce, took the initiative to turn his face, and let Wang Ce's fallen fist beat him on the face.

In the autumn wind and rain, there are silent crows, all of which are surprised by Emperor Lu's unexpected behavior.

Hey, what a weirdo among emperors.

Wang Ce thought with blood on his face, and Emperor Lu's actions made him feel a little indescribable. He thought that this time, let him go.

With the sword, he seemed to be covered in blood to others, and his head and face seemed to be miserable. In fact, his injuries were not as serious as outsiders. He was just trying to beat Emperor Lu in one go!

Emperor Lu's various complex gazes quietly disappeared and turned into cold murderous intent, saying lightly: "So what if you beat me up? You will still be dead." "Capture Wang Ce alive!"

The small voice of Emperor Lu, mixed with the aura of the true dragon, filled the place with a full murderous aura.

"I want to arrest me and kill me, Your Majesty, I think I'll just think about it now. If you really want to do it, you will definitely not be able to do it." Wang Ce reluctantly stood firm, and suddenly his heart was filled with an inexplicable emotion.

A trace of booming breath faintly comes from the body, from the body and mind, and even seems to be soaking out and moistening from every pore.

"Huh?" Lu Lu was the first to realize that something seemed wrong with Wang Ce's breath.

Wang Ce's face suddenly turned blue, and he grumbled up and down. Suddenly he held his head, and a torn pain spread throughout his body.

In a blink of an eye, several Wuzong soared into the sky from the hillside. The strong wind blew the yellow leaves all over the sky. Several moves were about to come to Emperor Lu and reached out to grab Wang Ce!

At this time, Emperor Pei Wu, Wang Meng and others above the clouds suddenly felt something and all looked down at some point.

Rong Zhenyun pointed at Wang Ce in amazement and blurted out: "Shadow, his shadow!" Shadow, Wang Ce's shadow suddenly came alive, suddenly raised his hand, and the faint aura seemed to be erratic, lightly shocked the Wuzong who was rushing towards him!

The strange shadow left Wang Ce, and the silent black sè faded away, and suddenly disappeared from his disguise, restrained the war spirit, turned into a thin old man with wrinkles on his face, grinned at the sky: "Down!" The thin old man was like a monkey, and in a blink of an eye, mixed with endless glory, soaring straight into the clouds like a cannonball.

A sudden violent thunder sound broke out above the clouds. At a speed that was almost invisible to the naked eye, two figures fell to the ground in a blink of an eye, and they actually hit the earth with a huge pit.

Rong Zhenyun and others all became stern: "It's Emperor of the Longevity!"

In the big pit, Wang Meng looked at the thin old man with ugly face. He suddenly remembered a long-famous person in his memory, and immediately changed: "Jing La!" Everyone was confused.

Emperor Pei Wu's face changed slightly, floated down, staring at the old man. Wang Meng shook his face next to Emperor Lu with great caution and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, you may not know this name, but you must have heard of another one!"

"The King of Assassin!"

As soon as this said, Wang Yushi and others, Liuli Wushu, and even Emperor Lu, felt their hearts shrink, as if their blood was about to be dried up.

Thorns are basically forgotten names today. However, if it were three hundred years ago, this would be a name that no one dared to despise. Jing La is a self-proclaimed and he has a nickname!

King of Assassin!

There is no doubt about the most terrifying assassin in five hundred years. Some even say that Thorns are the most terrifying assassin in a thousand years.

At least, he is the only one who has successfully assassinated Emperor Wu and the emperor in a thousand years. The most important thing is that when he completed these, it was only the cultivation level of Emperor Wuzong.

Jingtie smiled, his face stretched out with wrinkles: "I didn't expect that someone still remembers me today." After a pause, he looked at Wang Ce, and suddenly waved to a place in the sky: "Lao Ji, your apprentice has something wrong, and he can't come."

Before he finished speaking, Ji Qianbai fell from the horizon like supersonic speed, and instantly fell beside Wang Ce. He leaned solemnly on his pulse and immediately interspersed with surprise: "His heart is breaking through."

At this time, countless people came back to their senses from the thorns' psychological sting. Only then did they notice that Wang Ce's face was pale and he was curled up in pain on the ground with no trace of blood, trembling like an epilepsy!

Why?

Emperor Lu swept away with questioning eyes, Wang Meng was shocked and shocked, and said, "The heart and martial arts conflict."

Pei Yan and Emperor Pei Wu nodded, not sure whether it was regret or melancholy: "His heart and martial arts conflict seem to be much more serious than others."

Wang Yushi lowered his head, and a deep concern flowed in his eyes. Although it was because of the Wang family that he was forced to stand in an opposing position with his "grandson" Wang Ce, how could he, Wang Yushi, not care about his "grandson".

"The appearance of a sage is so terrible, if" Emperor Lu's eyes were filled with haze, and he found that he had been much slower in the peak battle with Wang Ce.

The Five Qi Realm, plus the appearance of the wise and the three styles of the Sword God, Wang Ce will defeat four Wu Zongs in a row. If he breaks through to become the appearance of the Grandmaster, I am afraid that everyone will shudder in his heart.

No one dares to continue to imagine. The three styles of the Sword God, the appearance of the master, and a certain level of cultivation. It is terrible enough to think about it.

Everyone had some measure of what Emperor Lu didn't say, and quietly made up for it in their hearts.

With the strength of losing to the four major Wushu Sects in a row before, if Wang Ce's heart breaks through, it's probably enough to be equal to Liuli Wushu Sect.

If the Kuwei is higher and the attack power is stronger, Wang Ce may be able to compare with the Xiaowu Emperor and the Evil King.

However, no one knew that Ji Qianbai asserted early that after his precious apprentice opened the door to the Wuzong Hall in the last insight, he would have entered the Wuzong realm for five years or as little as three years.

Ji Qianbai was solemn and mixed surprises. Suomei was extremely concerned, but he had no choice but to do anything. This kind of thing was something outsiders and no one could help. Whether he could pass this level depends entirely on Wang Ce himself.

"If you can't pass this level, your precious disciple will probably become a useless person." There was a hint of nervousness and hope in the Thorn God.

But if you pass this level, Wang Ce's mental appearance will leaps through to the master's appearance, and the appearance of all the scholars is just around the corner!
Chapter completed!