Villain: The wife of the heroine, the Emperor of Heaven?I will marry you

"Junior, get ready to die!"

In the sky, Long Wen, the old sage of Huanlong Mountain, is like a fairy, with fluttering clothes, white hair like snow, and disdain on his old face.

The arrogance exuded from his bones, as if Su Xunge was just an ant, let him handle it.

The calm and indifferent voice, like the voice of a god, resounded in everyone's ears with the powerful coercion unique to a saint.

A big hand reaching up to the sky came out in response to the sound, and it slapped straight down with an indescribably terrifying aura.

This palm is really like Wuzhi Mountain. The strong wind from the shock turned the mountains near Tianmen Mountain into fly ash, which is so terrifying that it is difficult for people to give birth to the heart of resistance.

At this moment, the entire Tianmen Mountain was in a rare stagnation. Time, space, the sound of wind, and the sound of breathing seemed to freeze at this moment.

Whether it was Zhao Hao, who was fighting Long Li non-stop, who was fighting so fiercely, or Xiang Cheng, Xuan Hong, the faces of all the people who were communicating with the elders in the clan were shocked like never before.

"The majesty of a sage cannot be predicted or disobeyed!" Xiang Cheng was full of unwillingness in his longing.

Huanlongshan Xuelong didn't abide by the rules, and sent a saint to deal with a junior to obtain the Emperor's weapon.

And these spectators, if they are lucky, they may still be able to survive under the blood dragon clan.

If he is unlucky, even Xiao Nantian, the last piece of pure land, will have to surrender.

"Motian, you must persevere!" Zhao Hao held the golden pagoda in his hands, and every inch of golden light bloomed from his body, which was extremely powerful.

A golden fist of divine power the size of a mountain was swung out, and it hit Long Li's chest heavily, as if to crush him into powder.

"As long as you give me another fifty breaths of time, I will definitely be able to kill the thief Long Li. When the time comes, I will be in charge of the emperor's army. Maybe there is still a glimmer of life."

Even Zhao Hao is not optimistic about Su Xunge now.

Facing a saint, even he can only parry but not fight back.

Not to mention that in his eyes, Su Xunge is just a junior cultivator who has inherited some inheritance from his ancestors but has low strength.

"Give up, Zhao Hao, I know what you're thinking, just because of that kid, even the ancestor can't stop it with a single finger, if you are willing to join us in Huanlong Mountain now, you can continue to be your master of Mount Taihao, You can even become a vassal of our blood dragon clan!"

opposite.

Long Li's face revealed a look of madness, and the corner of his mouth dripped a trace of deep red because of Zhao Hao's heavy punch.

His strength was more than one level lower than Zhao Hao's, and he barely had the strength to wrestle Zhao Hao's arms with the armor on his body.

But at this moment, as long as he can restrain Zhao Hao, he can become the biggest winner today.

"Emperor Bing, the secret realm of the Immortal Clan! It's all mine, and none of you can take it away!" Long Li let out a roar, and simply revealed his real body—a blood-colored giant dragon nearly fifty feet long, and Zhao Hao continued to fight up.

a time.

The bloody breath and the sacred golden light overlapped and collided non-stop, and the terrifying battle roared non-stop in the sky.

. . .

on the sky.

"Die to me!" Long Wen, who stood proudly like a fairy with his hands behind his back, shouted loudly.

The palm of the saint who covered the sky and the sun was like a meteorite, and he slapped towards Su Xunge with powerful light and heat.

"Is it going to end?" The demon cultivators looked at this scene in horror, their hearts almost jumped out of their throats.

"As expected of a senior sage, with such a mighty power, I'm afraid it can knock that kid out of his wits!"

For them, a sage is an unchallengeable, absolutely powerful pronoun.

Su Xunge is just a martial monk, facing such a terrifying attack, there is absolutely no possibility of fighting back.

However, at the moment when Long Wen's big palm was about to fall.

The world seemed to suddenly quiet down.

Under the giant palm.

An indescribably mighty magic light condensed into the shape of a sharp sword, and suddenly swept towards Long Wen's huge palm like a pitch-black sun!

Shock the world with one blow!

Destroy everything with one blow!

This blow seemed to pierce the sky and break through the void.

A black robe covered the sky, mad like the figure of a demon lord, his whole body was filled with black demonic energy, behind him was a large bloody cauldron, his hands were like divine pillars supporting the sky, and he forcibly swung towards the palm of the saint who was under the cover.

"What is he going to do, he doesn't want to catch the blow of the saint!" You Yaoxiu turned pale in shock, staring at this scene with wide eyes in disbelief.

It's just a warrior, how dare he swing a knife to fight back at the saint?
This courage is too big!

next second.

The huge palm, which was as white as jade, was handed over to the black sun in an instant.

"Boom~"

The impact of the shock, like a tsunami, quickly passed through Xiao Nantian, and it still did not stop even thousands of miles away.

"How is it? Is Motian dead!" Someone yelled strangely, his eyes shone with divine light, trying to see the specific situation on the battlefield.

The collision just now made him feel as if he had come to the edge of hell, but the aftermath almost swept his soul away.

The rest of the demon cultivators were also sweating: "That's a saint, it's unreasonable for him not to die!"

"However, this kid also has something. He dared to fight back under the hands of the saint. If he doesn't fall, maybe he can really make a name for himself in the future!"

"But this son will stop here. Huanlongshan's two saints and a map of the Great Emperor can challenge even those immortal dynasties and holy places in Zhongzhou. His death is not unjust!"

The strength Huanlongshan showed today is too strong.

So strong that many demon cultivators have already begun to consider whether they should take the initiative to join the blood dragon clan afterwards, and set up a petition in advance.

but.

Just when the group of demons were talking about it.

suddenly.

Long Wen's old voice suddenly came out.

"Good boy, there are some things that can take my palm with bare hands and not die."

The indifferent voice was as indifferent and defiant as before, but everyone could hear that there was a hint of surprise in it.

"Great, Mo Tian is not dead!" Zhao Hao, who was about to decide the winner with Long Li, couldn't help showing a layer of joy.

Su Xunge's performance exceeded his expectations. At the moment when the giant palm landed just now, he was almost desperate.

But I didn't expect that Su Xunge actually blocked the saint's blow.

However, he was the only one present who could be happy.

The faces of Xiang Cheng, Xuan Hong and the others twitched, and at the same time, the jealousy in their eyes seemed to be overflowing.

"How is it possible, Senior Long Wen is a saint, how can that kid stop him!"

"I don't believe it, he must have used secret techniques and holy artifacts to have such strength."

"The sage just strikes casually, but I can catch it with all my strength. This kid is just lucky. Huan Longshan is determined to win the emperor's soldiers this time, and he must die!"

The same feeling continued to spread, and even Long Li couldn't help urging his ancestor: "Ancestor, hurry up and take back the emperor's soldiers, or things will change if it is delayed for a long time!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Hao seized a gap and bullied him, holding his two crystal clear dragon horns and bombarding him with a set of heavy punches.