The First Evil Emperor of Martial Arts

Yang Zheng!

Overlord Yuanshen knows Yang Zheng!

The overlord's roar caused the woman to turn around as well. She glanced at Yang Zheng again. This look was extremely peaceful, as if it was really a Bodhisattva who came into the world.

"Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, is a hero among people and ghosts. Today is the first time we really meet. Overlord, overlord, you are still the overlord, but unfortunately you don't have Wu Qian or Yu Meiren by your side."

Yang Zheng said with a smile.

He inserted the tiger's soul into the ground in his hand, and an aura that was more ferocious than that of the overlord emanated.

Zhan Hu Dao Ling, at the first sight of the overlord, wanted to rush up and bite! In the eyes of Zhanhu Dao Ling, Bawang Yuanshen is undoubtedly a delicacy, or a rare delicacy in the world. If the Overlord Yuanshen is swallowed up, the strength of the War Tiger Blade Spirit will at least double!

"Yang Zheng!"

The overlord roared again, as if he had a deep hatred with Yang Zheng.

"Oh? Overlord, between you and me, it's not really a deep hatred and grudge, why should you show such a hideous face. Overlord, your Nine Serenity Thunder Saber, or the descendant Xiang Wuhen I gave to you by myself, it counts like this. , I helped you a lot, you should thank me."

Yang Zheng continued to smile.

"roll!"

Overlord only returned a scroll.

"Ha ha!"

Yang Zheng couldn't help laughing.

He had a grudge against the overlord. It should be in the Thunder Mountain in Tiannan. There is a legacy of the overlord in the Thunder Mountain. At the beginning, he had to be forcibly branded in his primordial spirit, and he had to be regarded as a puppet of the overlord like Yang Xuangan.

However, the remnant soul of the overlord was obliterated by Yang Zheng.

And an overlord's remnant soul, to the overlord Yuanshen, is a power that has been divided out, and it is also a game, a game that can let him escape from the nine hells.

Yang Xuangan is a game, Xiang Wuhen is also a game, and Lei Dao is a game. All of these have only one purpose, that is, to make the overlord Yuanshen break free from the seal of **** and return to the world!

And Yang Zheng, accidentally broke the overlord's game, so the overlord hated Yang Zheng extremely.

"Yang Zheng! This deity has accepted you as his successor. It is a blessing that you have cultivated for thousands of years! And you actually disobeyed this deity and killed the remnant soul of this deity! Yang Zheng, today~ you came to the depths of this hell, and you will stay forever forever. Here! The deity can't break free for a day, and you can't break free either!"

The Overlord finally stopped roaring and stared at Yang Zheng with extreme resentment.

"Stay in hell? Hehe, overlord, overlord, if you want to keep me in hell, you can, it depends on whether you have the strength."

Yang Zheng still smiled.

"This deity, Primordial Spirit, is immortal and immortal, and I can't take you down!"

Overlord sneered.

"Immortal? Yes, Overlord, your primordial spirit is immortal and immortal, but you can't break free. Look at those chains around you, those ghost flames, tortured and burned you for thousands of years, you are unscathed, really amazing. But these Years have passed, Bawang, apart from sending some remnant souls to the world, your indestructible primordial spirit failed to break free!"

Yang Zheng smiled, still laughing, continuing to laugh.

The overlord Yuanshen is immortal and immortal. The ghost flame of the Netherworld has burned for thousands of years, not only failed to kill his Yuanshen, but made him stronger. However, such a tyrannical Primordial Spirit still cannot break free from the seal.

So, no matter how powerful, what's the point?

Immortal, immortal, not trapped here, if you want to return to the world, you can only sneak ~ send the remnant soul to the world, create a few overlord puppets like Yang Xuangan, and the final outcome is still the same.

"you!"

The overlord seemed to have been touched by a sore spot, the demon flames around the primordial spirit were soaring to the sky, condensed into a knife shape, slammed the ground, and slashed towards Yang Zheng!

"Ah."

Yang Zheng whispered softly, stretched out his left hand, and drew a picture in the void, the blade-shaped demonic flame was instantly annihilated, and not even a single spark could pop up.

This hand is the circle of Tai Chi borrowed from Zhang Sanfeng, which can dissolve all kinds of strength.

The magic flame is fierce and its power far exceeds that of ordinary gods, but it has no effect on Yang Zheng, and can't hurt Yang Zheng at all. In fact, when Yang Zheng saw the Overlord, when Yang Zheng realized that his mood had never fluctuated, he knew that no matter how tyrannical the Overlord's Primordial Spirit was, he couldn't really hurt him if he was immortal and indestructible against the sun and the moon.

Overlord, some are just immortal souls, he has no flesh~body!

If it was just an attack by the primordial spirit, how could it hurt the primordial spirit with the dragon seal of the Five Emperors and the defense of the Chaos Bell?

"If you have a tyrannical body and a thunder knife in your hand, even if you can only hit Zilei's seventh strike, I will use 100% of my strength to fight you. Unfortunately, overlord, you have no flesh, no thunder knife, even if The eighth and ninth strikes of Zi Lei are also useless. Your primordial spirit is immortal and immortal, but it can only be imprisoned here. Overlord, don’t you understand that this is your destiny!”

Yang Zheng's voice changed from slow to urgent, first with a smile on his face, he said behind, his face was stern, he grabbed his right hand, the tiger's soul started, and the sword rose horizontally, and the blade directly overcame the king!

"you......"

Overlord is angry!

Angry and laughing!

"Haha! Knife? Yang Zheng, you're pointing at me with a knife? Haha, a mere child, you're pointing at me with a knife? Haha!"

The overlord laughed and laughed wildly, as if he had seen the most ridiculous thing in the world.

"Is it funny?"

Yang Zheng's face was cold and cold, holding the saber in his right hand, his left hand stroking the flame-like saber of the tiger's soul, and said in a rather ethereal tone: "Overlord, your saber technique is nothing more than the purple thunder saber technique, the seventh strike of the purple thunder. , or the eighth strike of Zi Lei. However, I will also do the Zi Lei Saber Technique. Although the Zi Lei Saber Technique is tyrannical, it is not invincible in the world."

"The sword in my hand is called Tiger Soul, and the matching sword technique is called Tiger Soul Sword Technique, which was created by Chi You, also known as the Seven Great Limits of Tiger Soul. Overlord, Overlord, it's not that I look down on you, if you are only the seventh purple thunder If you strike, in front of Tiger Soul Sword Art, then you will be like a turkey, you can kill with a single knife."

"Overlord, do you know that in the human world, I have the strength to kill your successor Yang Xuangan and that Wuhen, but I kept it and even gave the Jiuyou Lei Dao to Xiang Wuhen?"

"Hey, I'm waiting, wait for them to learn the eighth strike of Zilei, learn the ninth strike of Zilei, and wait for them to become the peerless sword~ke, become your strongest puppet! When they are at the peak, I will take them from Hit the top, hit the abyss!"

Speaking of this, Yang Zheng smiled, and his smile was extremely evil. Evil energy was overflowing around his body, and it was perfectly integrated with the fierceness of the tiger's soul at this moment. ! ..