The First Evil Emperor of Martial Arts

got windy.

On this windless night, the wind suddenly picked up.

The moment the wind picked up, Yang Zheng got up from his chair, his right hand flicked the snow drink, and his eyes were cold. He knew that the person he was waiting for was coming tonight.

Snow drink is shaking, not because of fear, but because of excitement. It has not drunk the blood of the strong for a long time, especially the super strong.

Being able to drive the bearded guest back, smash the stand-in doll with one palm, and beat Li Yuanba into a seriously injured person is by no means an ordinary person.

he came.

He, come like the wind!

He is the wind, the gust of wind!

Yang Zheng stared at the person who came, he smiled, not because the opponent was too weak, but because the opponent was strong enough. Only when the opponent was strong enough could he arouse his fighting spirit and make his fighting spirit surge.

If the other party is too weak, then there is no point in keeping the night.

Fortunately, the opponent is strong enough!

"He must die."

When the visitor spoke, his voice was extremely strong, with a sense of indifference that disregarded life.

"I protect him, he won't die."

Yang Zheng smiled heartily, his voice loud and confident, and his face was full of confidence.

"it is good."

The visitor only said one word.

As soon as the voice fell, he moved. It was wind before, now it is wind, before it was gust of wind, now it is storm, it is hurricane, it is a super tornado that ravages the earth and can draw huge ravines on the earth!

"The Fist of the Sky!"

He appeared in front of Yang Zheng, he punched, he spoke out, he said, his punch was called Potian!

Yang Zheng stood on the spot with a smile on his face. At this moment, he could clearly feel the punch of the person who came to the sky. This punch was extremely powerful and could be worthy of breaking the sky.

It was also because of this that he laughed, first with a smile on his face, and then with a big laugh!

Yang Zheng, not crazy, but crazy, fighting madness!

"Good punch!"

With a low voice, Yang Zheng fired his sword!

The snow-colored sword light is unparalleled. This sword is not the Sixth Art of Aohan, nor the Tiger Soul Sword Technique, nor the Purple Thunder Sword Technique, but the God Killing!

The person here is tyrannical enough to make Yang Zheng take out a knife!

With this knife, Yang Zheng used 70% of his true energy!

"boom!"

Knife strength, fist strength, crazy strangulation, burst out!

"Zheng!"

Yang Zheng Xueyin let out a sound of a knife and stood on the spot, never backing away!

The person who came, after this blow, took a half step back!

First hand, Yang Zhengsheng!

"You are strong."

The person who came did not take action immediately, but looked at Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng also looked at the person who came, with a faint smile on his face.

The person in front of him looked a bit rougher than the Momita he had met before. He was dressed in clothes that were not from the Central Plains, and the fur of an unknown beast had a wild aura.

The most striking thing is that there is a blue-green mark between this person's eyebrows.

This mark, Yang Zheng has seen before, if the Shattered Realm master releases a strong move, it will appear. And the cyan imprint of the person in front of him is obviously purer, and it is more powerful than the imprint of ordinary Shattered Realm warriors.

Soon, Yang Zheng noticed a difference again. The blue-green mark on the center of this person's forehead was in the shape of an axe!

ax!

Pangu's Heaven-opening Axe!

Sure enough, the saints are related to the great **** Pangu!

"You are strong, but he still has to die."

After a moment of silence, the man spoke again.

"The Heaven-shattering Fist shakes the sky!"

He throws a second punch!

"If I'm here, he won't die! You can't, your clansmen will come more, and you won't!"

In front of Yang Zheng's sword, his breath changed, and he was instantly filled with demonic energy. His long hair was dancing wildly. At this moment, he was a sword demon!

"Tiger Soul Sword Art Hail!"

Yang Zheng fired his sword, and this time, he used Snow Drink to use the Tiger Soul Sword Technique!

"Roar!"

In the snow drink, there was a tiger roar, and the sword qi filled the sky, and it crashed down, all hitting the person who came! On the other hand, Yang Zheng passed by the person who came. At that moment, the snow drink in his hand shook, and the blade was on the side!

"Whoa!"

The tearing sound is heard!

After the energy dissipated, Yang Zheng and the people didn't move. It seemed that the outcome was not decided, but in fact the outcome was already divided!

Because, on the body of the snow drink knife, there is a touch of bright blood!

This blood illuminates the Xueyin Blade Seal extremely coldly, as if the frost between the heavens and the earth, at this moment, all gathered on the Xueyin Blade!

This blood is the blood of the saints!

To Yang Zheng's surprise, he smelled an extremely strange scent of blood, and even had the urge to drink blood!

The blood of this saint has such a great temptation~ allure!

At this moment, Yang Zheng thought of the holy monk Tang Xuanzang, also known as the Tang monk! Take mythology as an example, all monsters want to eat Tang monk meat, because eating Tang monk meat can make them immortal!

And now, the blood of the saints gave Yang Zheng that feeling!

"Zheng!"

Xueyin's blade trembled violently, making a sound of the sword, as if urging Yang Zheng to kill the saints and let them drink the blood of the saints!

However, Yang Zheng was unmoved, a thought was released, and Xue Yindao settled down immediately.

"I said, with me, he won't die."

Yang Zheng turned around and looked at the backs of the saints, just now Xueyin cut through his right arm.

"You are strong."

The saints turned around and looked at Yang Zheng. Although he was injured, his expression was still the same as before, with a savage aura in his madness.

He still said that.

"Yuanba also has the blood of the saints flowing in his body, so the saints can't tolerate another Li Yuanba?"

Yang Zheng opened his mouth.

The saints must be more than the one in front of them. If you want to protect Li Yuanba, you must take Li Yuanba with you, and this will cause many inconveniences. I believe Li Yuanba himself will not agree.

Li Yuanba is a ferocious tiger. Although he has not really grown up yet, ferocious tigers must go to the forest and hunt by their own strength.

So, have to find a solution!

"His appearance was an accident, and an accident would lead to some extreme situation, so he had to die."

The humanity of the saints.

"Really? Is this your clan's opinion?"

Yang Zheng sneered.

"This is the order of the Holy Emperor, and I must execute it."

The humanity of the saints.

"Holy Emperor, is he still alive?"

Yang Zheng continued to sneer.

"Holy Emperor, he's gone."

The people of the Saint Clan groaned and said.

"There is no one left, do he still need to obey his orders? Besides, what your Holy Sovereign said must be right? Have you ever thought that if Li Yuanba is so defiant, if he becomes the new Holy Sovereign of your clan, how can it be? Isn't it the best of both worlds?"

Yang Zheng's voice suddenly increased, staring at the saints.

"This......"

The people of the saints were silent.

"Okay, that's it, Yuanba and I will go to the Holy Clan with you, and I will solve the next thing! Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Yang Zheng, his aura suddenly changed again, and the true qi of the gods and demons burst out, covering the people of the holy clan! ..