The Peerless Emperor

The two successfully armed long swords collided together, and the three different soul powers of Jiulong were also roaring in unison at this moment, tactfully turning their bodies, and slammed into the collision of the two swords.

Hum!

The roar completely resounded in the midair, the flames burning Lin Qian's body had disappeared, replaced by the emperor's robe embroidered with Kowloon on the black background, calmly revealed to the world.

At the same time, Lin Qian's Ting Ye Sword and Cloud Sword had disappeared, replaced by a three-foot-three-inch-long golden long sword.

The body of the sword is narrower than Ting Ye Jian, but wider than the sword in the cloud. On the body of the golden sword, there are three black dragons meandering, three white dragons flaring their teeth and dancing claws, and three yellow dragons rushing towards the tip of the sword. Posture, lifelike.

In Lin Qian's body, a golden aura of soul power emerged, and it looked vaguely as if gold surrounded his body, noble and extraordinary.

The imperial intent and majesty from Lin Qian's body broke out again, spreading to the surroundings with an overbearing and irresistible aura, crushing and shocking the four directions.

The crowd who came here to watch suddenly changed their colors, and their soul power immediately emerged from the body, condensed around the body, resisting the terrifying pressure that came.

Feeling the substantive coercive impact on their soul power, everyone's expressions changed drastically, and the look in Lin Qian's eyes was unbelievable, wondering if he had read it wrong.

"Is this really a human race?" The elder of the Red Horn tribe who rushed over from a distance looked at Lin Qian who was standing in the sky and mumbled inconceivably.

They have indeed heard about the human race recently, but they never thought that the human race would be tyrannical to this point, completely breaking their past impression of the human race.

The person who really felt the tremendous pressure still faced Lin Qian's Shen Zhixing and watched Lin Qian's breath soar again. He really wanted to ask the other party how much strength he still had not exploded.

He was already very vigilant, and even felt that Lin Qian was in great danger. He directly burned his source just to kill him, avenge his son, and make the other party pay the price for his imperial city.

At this moment, Shen Zhixing had already used his best, just to kill Lin Qian.

If he couldn't kill them, he wanted to use the Black Horn's own talents to consume the opponent to death with his soul power.

But judging from the previous situation, only oneself will eventually be consumed.

Compared with Shen Zhixing's frowning face, Lin Qian only felt very happy, he hadn't had such a refreshing fight for a long time.

Shen Zhixing deserves to be the awakening realm of Grandmaster-level combat power, his strength is indeed tyrannical, and he has been able to suppress himself after burning his origin.

But it was the spirit power torrent of this high frequency attack that thoroughly tempered Lin Qian himself.

Not long after Lin Qian broke through the Awakening Realm, the dual-armed power of Ting Ye Jian and Yun Zhong Jian was very strange to him.

Shen Zhixing is simply the best sharpening stone for Lin Qian.

It’s not that Lin Qian’s cards are exhausted that makes Shen Zhixing more and more pressured, but when he was dealing with the torrent of his soul power, his strength was obviously increasing rapidly, and the pressure on the opponent was getting weaker and weaker, and he could no longer control it. live.

If at the very beginning, Lin Qian could not get away from such a high-intensity torrent of spirit power.

It is Lin Qian's increasing control over his own strength and getting stronger and stronger, so that he can freely break free from the suppression of Shen Zhixing's attacks and thus leave the range of his spirit power attack trend.

For his own training is almost the same, Lin Qian thinks it is time to end the battle.

Shen Zhixing's spirit power has already begun to weaken, and his own origin has burned to a limit, only one step away from the seventh step of the falling awakening realm.

The three soul powers in Lin Qian's body were integrated and completely turned into golden emperor attribute soul power, surging out from his palm and poured into the sword body.

Long Yin roared in anger, and Lin Qian's imperial prestige, who had been rushing to the surroundings, suddenly converged, with golden luster in his pupils, staring at the opposite Shen Zhixing.

Looking at Lin Qian, whose breath had been reduced, Shen Zhixing's expression changed drastically. This gesture of the other party was the most terrifying.

Now it is unremarkable, but the next outbreak is the most violent.

"You go!" Seeing Lin Qian's posture, Shen Zhixing quickly yelled at his Black Horn tribe, "Save your life and remember to avenge your king one day."

Shen Zhixing has no confidence that Lin Qian will be killed, and hastily let his surviving subordinates escape from this place of right and wrong.

Once they really die in Lin Qian's hands, if they haven't escaped, they will probably be wiped out.

At that time, he really died in vain, and there will be no one to avenge himself in the future.

Lin Qian still continued his spirit power in the Emperor's Sword, and glanced at the group of Blackhorns.

Just such a glance made the group of Blackhorns souls disperse, and Shen Zhixing's advice was needed, and he turned and fled in a hurry.

When Lin Qian's golden gaze turned to them, the black horns who survived were covered in an ice pit, with fear.

"Duanchen, kill!"

The three words that suddenly popped out of Lin Qian's mouth were extremely solemn, and everyone in this world looked blank.

boom!

At the next moment, a huge collision sounded, and an arrow with a long and thin arm smashed away the air in front of it, turning it into a pale yellow streamer, and shooting out from the dense forest below.

At the location where the arrow shot, a full thirty-mile radius of the ground collapsed, and the force of the arrow bombarded the spirit wood in this area into dust.

The arrow that pierced the sky came in an instant, directly exploding the awakening realm Tier 6 Blackhorn tribe that had just turned around and was about to flee into a cloud of blood mist, which exploded in mid-air.

Immediately afterwards, a valiant man in light armor jumped up from below, staring at the area in front with his eagle-like deep eyes, his arms exposed to the air tightened, holding a red bow and arrow as tall as a person. , Aimed at the group of Blackhorns who were about to flee.

boom! boom! boom!

Each arrow shot out, suddenly bursting into a roar, and the huge bright yellow arrow was killing the black horns.

Seven breaths, thirty-six huge arrows, blasted the nearly 10,000 Blackhorn tribes who survived Shen Zhixing into dregs, and none of them survived.

This light-armored heroic man flicked the huge bow back and hung it firmly behind his back. He knelt down to Lin Qian in the air, bowed his head and said, "Your Majesty, the enemy will not be insulted!"

"It's well done, let's be flat." Lin Qian nodded in satisfaction, not stingy with his compliments.

"Lin Qian, I'm fighting with you." Following that, Shen Zhixing roared angrily at Lin Qian, bathed in purple flames, his long black hair had become gray and haggard. This is vitality. Fast passing.