The First Evil Emperor of Martial Arts

Blood Blade, what an evil knife!

In the eyes of everyone's astonishment, Yang Zheng did not hide, nor did he make any resistance, and let the blood-colored sword energy enter his body!

"prick!"

At this moment, there is a very clear penetrating sound!

"Yang Zheng!"

"gentlemen!"

"Brother Yang!"

With a burst of exclamation, Donghai Yiqi wanted to step up and attack the High Priest of Xuanling, but was trapped by the restraining force, unable to move, and could only watch the blood-colored saber stab into Yang Zheng's body.

"Desecrator, die!"

The high priest of Xuanling, the extremely indifferent voice sounded, and the blood blade waved again. In the Colosseum, the barbarians once again spurted out a blood, rushing from all directions to the blood blade, and then turned into a blood-colored blade, and then Kill Yang Zheng once!

This is the same routine!

This time, can Yang Zheng escape?

"Blood steals the soul!"

The High Priest Xuanling raised his hands and his voice was extremely low!

It turned out that this move, called blood capture, blood knife energy into the body, shattering the bones of the meridians, destroying the flesh and body of others, is extremely vicious!

Unfortunately, this second knife failed!

"Um?"

The High Priest Xuanling frowned and watched Yang Zheng disappear from the spot, then his complexion changed drastically, and he retreated again and again, but it was too late, only to hear a huge thunder, and above the head of the High Priest Xuanling, a divine thunder Fall down!

"Boom!"

This divine thunder was unavoidable, and the High Priest of Xuanling was slammed right in the face!

All of a sudden, his whole body trembled!

pain!

The next moment, he only felt a pain in his heart, and when he looked down, there was a bright blood flower blooming in his heart!

"Before, I just tried your swordsmanship. You thought you won so quickly, but in fact it was just that."

Yang Zheng stood behind the high priest, pulled out the blade of scourge from the back, and took the blood blade from the right hand of the high priest. At this moment, he had the scourge in his left hand and the blood blade in his right. His short blades seemed to resonate, and wills poured out from the two short blades and poured into his primordial spirit.

It turned out that this blood blade has a name, and its name is Blood Fury!

"Xuanjie Divine Soldier, God's Wrath of Blood Wrath, it turns out that these two short blades once slaughtered Xuanjie Xianwu..."

From these wills, Yang Zheng knew the origin of the two short blades. They were not originally from the Shenbing Continent, but came to a place called Xuanjie. Among the Xuanjie, the strongest warriors were called Xianwu, and These two short blades once drank the blood of Xianwu!

"This immortal martial art can actually crush the realm of the gods? Is this... possible?"

I got a new piece of information, which changed into patterns in Yang Zeng's mind, and then these patterns moved. One of the warriors was holding these two short blades, and his opponents were those immortals and demons in the ancient times. !

One knife and one knife, it's a complete crushing massacre!

"I understand, those ancient immortals and demons, like those heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals who appeared in the great **** Fuxi, can only be regarded as small gods and immortals, equivalent to the lowest level in the realm of gods, and some of them become heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals through relationships. The so-called one person achieves the Tao, the chicken and the dog ascend to the sky, and some mortals follow the strong people like the Yellow Emperor to become immortals, although they have immortal positions, their combat power is actually very average.

Soon, Yang Zheng became enlightened.

"Yang Zheng, are you alright?"

Donghai Yiqi asked.

"fine."

Yang Zheng nodded slightly.

The entire Colosseum fell into silence at this moment. Those barbarians who had been extremely fanatical before were all lost, and the high priest of the mysterious spirit was already kneeling on the ground at this moment, no longer alive.

"Yang..."

"Um?"

"what?"

"That thing appeared!"

Li Shimin just opened his mouth, the land of Beimang was further north, and a sword light shot up into the sky, piercing the snowy sky in the land of Beimang. Suddenly, the blue-dressed woman and the purple-robed Ji Xuanzhan were all shocked.

Ji Xuanzhan is the first time, swept away!

This guy, seeing that Yang Zheng is so powerful, originally wanted to grab the short blade, but he has given up his previous idea and went straight to the place where the sword light is located.

"Tongtian Sword Tower..."

Li Shimin, looking at the north, whispered.

"Tongtian Sword Pagoda... let's go! Brother Shimin, goodbye to the Sword Pagoda!" Yang Zheng didn't stop, grabbed Donghai Yiqi, left a sentence with Zhao Zhi on the other side, and also swept away.

The Tongtian Sword Pagoda is one of the entrances to the Heavenly Sword Palace. In the Sword Palace, there is Jiutian Shenghui. This thing can fuse various bloodlines, even the two bloodlines that are extremely repelled, can be forcibly fused!

Yang Zheng still has a drop of Human Sovereign blood, which he has not been able to fuse, so Jiutian Shenghui must get it!

"Brother Yang is amazing!"

Li Yuanba looked at the north and smiled honestly.

"He is Yang Zheng, the evil emperor on the mainland of Shenzhou?"

At this time, the woman in the blue dress asked.

"Evil Emperor Yang Zheng, who was born in the sky at the beginning, defeated all the masters, and even the magician Pang Ban was killed by him. He is a legend of Shenzhou martial arts!"

Li Shimin nodded his head, even if he got all kinds of opportunities in the Shenbing Continent, and even took the two masters of Maha Ye and Yuan Tiangang as his teachers, facing Yang Zheng, he felt quite powerless. Yang Zheng has created miracles time and time again, defying the sky.

"Master said that I am the real son of destiny, but compared with Yang Zheng, I can only be regarded as the lowest-ranked son of the real life. Yang Zheng is the real son of the real fate!"

Li Shimin thought of the Great Sui Dynasty in Shenzhou. Originally, the Li family wanted to revolt and proclaimed himself king. At the beginning, the eighteen rebels besieged Luoyang, and there were even warlocks who helped the rebels evolve the Black Dragon of Qi Luck. In the end, they were defeated by Yang Zheng alone and became the Great Sui Dynasty. Son of Heaven.

Li Clan can only surrender.

Compared with Yang Zheng, he seems to be a little worse...

"I felt an evil spirit from him. Even if he is the emperor, it is difficult to guarantee that this kind of person will not harm the common people."

The woman in the blue dress shook her head slightly.

In this regard, Li Shimin just smiled. He knew Yang Zheng better than the woman in the blue skirt. In the Great Sui Dynasty in the mainland of China, Yang Zheng killed almost all corrupt officials. Taxes and the like were the lowest among the three dynasties. It can be said that It was a prosperous age, and these were all changes after Yang Zheng became emperor!

If Yang Zheng is not a Ming Jun, then in this world, who else can be called a Ming Jun?

......

In the northernmost part of the land of Beimang, there is a sea area called Beiming!

It is rumored that in the ancient times, there was a big fish in this Beiming, its name was Kun, it turned into a bird, its name was Peng, and it was nine thousand miles up!

At this moment, a sword tower appeared out of thin air on the surface of the Beiming Sea. The sword stepped into the sky, and the mysterious light circulated. Ling Lie's sword was so strong, as if to say that no creatures are allowed to approach here!

If the soul comes, kill without mercy! ..