Chapter 569 Black Confinement, Freeze True Energy

Spring thunder bloomed in the mouth of the dignified martial god, making dragon roars, and the wind and clouds followed.

Song Wushen's thoughts moved, and an invisible willpower was like the most dazzling and sharp light among the senses of the Wu Emperor such as Ji Qianbai, rippling ripples.

With the power of will, lakes flow backwards, mountains collapse, and the earth is like a carpet.

Even if the Sword Saint and others were all super strong people with hardships, they could not help but be intimidated by such power that was so powerful that they could not help but feel a little scared and fearful.

Ignorance and fearlessness. From the surface, from the perspective of vision, the lake water flows backwards and the mountains collapse, and all kinds of things seem to be extremely amazing. But in fact, it is no problem to the sword saint and others to break up a real mountain range.

What is really terrifying is the willpower of Song Wushen.

It was precisely the Sword Saint and others who were all the Emperors of Martial Arts who understood the power of will, so they were shocked to find the difference between them and the God of Martial Arts from their pure senses.

Perhaps because of ignorance and fearlessness, Wang Ce actually burst into laughter and was full of mockery: "Hahaha, Song Wushen, you are so fierce and weak."

Wang Ce's cunning, the Sword Saint and others believed it. However, at this moment, this power and such power made the Sword Saint and others half-believing and half-doubting, but they also immediately found that their will was taken away and their courage was almost lost.

Fortunately, Wang Ce's words finally made them believe, and with their own determination, they also solidified their minds again and were no longer confused by the eyes.

"Hahaha, old rabbit, you are afraid. The more you are afraid a person is, the more you like to use his strength to encourage himself. Hahaha, you are a great martial god, do you dare to admit that you are afraid!"

Wang Ce seemed to laugh wildly, and while approaching Song Wushen, he whistled out loudly: "Because..."

Wang Ce suddenly turned cold and turned into lightning in an instant. He pressed his five fingers softly on his waist. The Emperor Water Sword buzzed and radiated a surging water blue color, and the true energy was poured in. He raised his hand and slashed it. Wang Ce and the Emperor Water Sword seemed to disappear.

"Because, you can't use your physical strength at all!"

Wang Ce's voice was like thunder. In a blink of an eye, countless magnificent sword energy were storming, and they were slashing out madly at the location where Song Wushen was!

The surging sword energy burst out at this time, with splendor. Wang Ce transformed into afterimages, wrapping up the blue light, and attacking like a sword immortal!

Song Wushen's eyes suddenly trembled, and his fear and anger were mixed. His anger was as real as it was, and it actually formed a terrifying wave of water. The tide of anger that jumped out of thin air from his eyes hit Wang Ce heavily.

Wang Ce groaned, as if he was thrown out, and hit the cave wall heavily. There was endless pain in his mind, but he was laughing more and more unyieldingly: "Where is your body? Where is your body's strength?"

"Use it, as long as you use the power of the martial god's cultivation, you can kill me with just one blow. Instead of using the power of will repeatedly!"

The Sword Saint and Ji Qianbai looked at each other, and then looked at each other with the Little Wu Emperor and others. They could see the incredibleness and ecstasy in each other's eyes!

Could it be that Song Wushen really can’t use martial arts power?

Song Wushen had no expression on his face. Even though he was attacked by Wang Ce, he still sat upright. Wang Ce was unruly, like crazy thunder, shocked his ears, and his face gradually became gloomy and deep, filled with tyrannical light.

Song Wushen's face was gloomy, and he thought it through for a while and roared in anger: "Wang Ce, you actually cheated me for two years!"

A person who has lived for five thousand years is not as stupid as he can be. He has never thought about it in a certain direction. If Wang Ce has been shattered, he can figure it out.

"Heart, come out!" Heart eyes popped out, and Wang Ce laughed out loud: "You are stupid, don't you cheat anyone? If you put me under house arrest, I will not allow you to use your entertainment."

The swordsman, Ji Qianbai and others looked very strange. When Wang Ce said that, they also understood.

It turned out that since Wang Ce was under house arrest, he had been deliberately or unintentionally provoking from the beginning, and then scolding Song Wushen, in order to test this!

As expected, Wang Ce has been stimulating and cursing so many times, but Song Wushen has never taken action once. He has used his willpower to "punish" Wang Ce every time.

Fortunately, the Sword Saint is not Song Feiran, who is obsessed with cleanliness, otherwise he would not know how despised Wang Ce. Since he was under house arrest, he has been testing Song Wushen's flaws indirectly. What a cunning scheming.

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After a second thought, the Sword Saint and others all rushed forward, rumbling to hope for the Song Wushen.

Song Wushen's eyes showed fierce light and grinned: "Children with yellow mouth, you should be crushed to pieces!" A mere young man under thirty years old can be hated to such an extent by a martial god who has lived for five thousand years. It has to be said that Wang Cela's ability to hate is absolutely born with talent.

Feeling a force of will, hitting the heart. The heart buzzed and shone with a brilliant light, Wang Ce flew backwards.

Song Wushen's eyes were filled with divine light, and in an instant, an endless wave of anger erupted from his eyes, bombarding everyone. The Sword Saint and others all felt a headache in their heads and groaned by their mental and will.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wang Ce moved his mind and shouted loudly: "Master, please listen to my orders! Half of the people fled, scattered, and scattered."

The Sword Saint snorted coldly at Ji Qianbai: "Go away!"

Almost at the same time, Ji Qianbai shouted at Xiao Wu Emperor and the Emperor Killing: "You go!"

After all, they know each other's roots. Although they don't know what Wang Ce means, they also believe him. Ji Qianbai gritted his teeth and decisively pulled out his legs with the reluctant Xiao Wu Emperor, the Killing Emperor and Jingtie, and turned around and fled out!

"I want to leave? It's not that easy!" Song Wushen was full of violence, and his willpower was about to explode silently.

At this time, Wang Ce attacked the Emperor's Water Sword with just the right amount, shouting: "Sword Saint, take action!"

On one hand, Ji Qianbai and others were fleeing, and on the other hand, the sword saint and others were attacking him under his nose. Song Wushen thought it through in an instant, and was shocked and angry: "Wang Ce, you should really kill, I really should have killed you!"

Wang Ce did not hit a move, but sneered. If you have the ability to be distracted, I don’t believe anyone is distracted.

The Sword Saint and others made extremely fast moves. Even if Song Wushen has various skills, he could not be distracted from many things. While glaring at Wang Ce, he could not think of any way.

As Wang Ce said, if he had complete power and could use martial arts cultivation, unless there were ten Ji Qianfa, these people would not be his opponent at all. However, he was told by Wang Ce.

It was precisely because he was plotted against by the ancient martial god and fell into the cliff of the world. This was the reason why he could survive to this day, but it also made him unable to use martial arts power.

Over the past years, among the people he "invited" to, some of them, like Wang Ce, have seen through everything. However, the other party has few people and low cultivation. He, Song Wushen, can kill the other party with only the power of will.

But this time, Wang Ce gathered eight martial emperors on his side, plus the Xiaowu Emperor and the Killing Emperor who accidentally broke in, that is the ten martial emperors. Two of them were supreme martial emperors and many of them were willful martial emperors.

This is a lineup that is enough to sweep across the nine continents. Wang Ce also saw that Song Wushen could not defeat all these people in one place with his willpower.

It should be noted that over the past many years, the Wu Emperor who came to the five continents of the wilderness often fell into his hands sporadically. There were fewer Wu Emperors who broke into each other. This was the first time that they encountered the lineup of the top ten Wu Emperors.

Otherwise, with his temperament of overwhelming people, there is really no need to deceive Ji Qianbai and others repeatedly.

Just at this moment, Wang Ce was cold and cold, saying, "Old rabbit, don't say I won't give you a chance. Or, stop each other, I promise to come and save you in the future."

"Or..." Wang Ce grinned, revealing his white teeth, and felt a chill: "Or, today you either kill us or we kill you. At most, both sides will be injured, and you will be glaring at one stroke or two!"

"I'll give you this last chance!"

The roar like a beast king shook, Song Wushen burst into anger, and the entire cave shook in anger: "You are not worthy, no one has ever been worthy of it!"

Wang Ce sneered faintly: "Since the agreement cannot be reached, then you will die!"

"Sword Saint, you specialize in attacking that black light ball!"

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"You dare, sir!"

Wang Ce's explanation seemed to touch the vital points of Song Wushen. He roared angrily, and the earth shook and shaking, adding endless momentum: "If you dare to be enemies with me, then you will all die!"

Wang Ce stared at the old rabbit who was still cross-legged and suddenly Zhan Yan said, "I'm here, I actually want to persuade my master and others to go back. If I can't persuade them, I will try to bring them back alive."

"As for what kind of old rabbit is the God of War, do you think I will care?"

After wiping his face lightly, Wang Ce could not erase his inner fatigue.

The ancient martial god and the Song martial god were plotting against each other, and even many other things. Wang Ce sighed secretly. Who would have thought that the source of Dalu's pursuit of the descendants of the martial god was actually in the three martial gods.

Song Wushen's roar could not hide Wang Ce's calm voice. It was like a lonely boat in the sea of ​​anger. It was always sailing in it: "Actually, I guessed your flaws since I was under house arrest by you, the old rabbit two years ago."

"Since you guessed that you can't move or use martial arts power, many things can naturally be pushed out."

"I haven't taken action before this, for several reasons. One of them is that the "Cliff of the World" is too beneficial to cultivation."

Wang Ce sighed and envied, "The Cliff of the World" is definitely a good thing.

The Sword Saint and others continuously attacked the black light ball. A surging sword energy was enough to level the mountains, but it was not hurt by the black light ball.

However, the black light ball the size of a broad bean was trembling faintly. In the crazy attacks such as the Sword Saint, it seemed that it was about to reach a certain critical point.

Suddenly, a circle of black light burst out, rippling rapidly like ripples.

Wherever the black halo went, the Emperor Crown, who was flying in the air, suddenly fell down.

The Human King, who was rushing towards the black light ball, rushed over with a quick step. The dignified Martial Emperor actually fell firmly to the ground!

Everyone was shocked to find that their true energy was actually imprisoned!
Chapter completed!