If you want to find a person who has the most blows against that saint-level person on the vast land of Shenzhou at this time, it is definitely Zhao Yu who is facing Murong and Jianfeng in Wanjian Mountain at this time.

Whether it was the finger of the Ten Breaths Saint in the early autumn of the Vast City, or the arrival of the Kingdom of God of the Lord of Radiance above the Circle Hill of the Shenjing City, the young emperor did not take a step back before he stood firmly in the sage that transcended time and space and avoided the unavoidable attack of the saint.

At this time, on the Burial Sword Lake, Murong He held the green lotus in his left hand, and the sword that stabbed at Zhao Yu's eyebrows also seemed so slow, but the blue-gold edge that was swallowed on it, as well as the power that tore through the space to form a pitch-black crack, all represented that in terms of killing, this sword had completely reached the land fairy realm.

Such a sword, for Murong He, may not be able to pierce in his life, but at the beginning of the face-to-face fight with Zhao Yu, he had already used it easily.

This is the meaning of this holy battle, to fight to nourish the war, and to be strong when it is strong.

A natural sword cultivator is to use the great terror between life and death to seize the fortune and momentum that has entered another level!

However, everything Murong He did at this time was exactly what Zhao Yu wanted to do, the two of them were different in age, cultivation, and cultivation, but they were the same kind of people.

Crazy, paranoid, yet awe-inspiring powerhouse!

In the past, when Zhao Yu faced the attack of this land immortal realm, he could only use artifacts such as mountains and seas to avoid it, but time has passed, and the young emperor after precipitation and cultivation has already used the ability to put it head-on.

Because now Zhao Yu's slender fingers can wantonly pluck the vast and mysterious laws of heaven and earth.

Therefore, the flying figure of the emperor's robe does not retreat, but advances, and steps forward to attack the sword!

Ancient Forbidden Divine Power, Fire Phoenix Elf.

Between heaven and earth, with Zhao Yu as the center, there was a phoenix roar that resounded through the sea of knowledge, one sound followed by another, and after four sounds, the entire sky above the Burial Sword Lake, within the black smoke that was originally rolling upwards, the scorching sun was bright and generous, directly illuminating the entire night sky.

"Feng Ming, it's Feng Ming, it's not the Heavenly Punishment of Mountains and Seas, but the phoenix of the Great Xia Zhao clan cast by His Majesty!"

Under the heavy rain falling, the roar belonging to the Great Xia monks continued to sound, and then these monks who were hurrying to Wanjian Mountain stopped their bodies and knelt in the direction of Wanjian Mountain in worship, with a reverent expression.

The Taoist treatise compiled by the master once said that when the phoenix comes out, the world will be peaceful!

The phoenix is the totem of all people in Great Xia, and it is a faith, and it should be worshipped.

Zhao Yu instantly faced Murong He and the Qinglian Sword in his hand, and blasted out four flaming phoenixes burning with the light of the great sun, as if he had forcibly moved four rounds of scorching sun to descend on the Burial Sword Lake, with infinite light and heat, and then these flaming phoenixes turned into a brilliant stream of light and rushed straight ahead.

"Whether it's a dragon or a phoenix, I have faith and slash it with a sword!"

The robes on Murong He's body, because of the wave of flames with different laws, had already burned away, revealing his strong, well-coordinated upper body, and then the Qinglian Sword in his hand rose again, directly stabbing the flame phoenix that rushed straight forward.

One, two, three, four!

The golden flames of the sun in the sky exploded and flew in the sky, and the light was dazzling, as if the four rounds of the sun burst together, directly evaporating the heavy rain within a radius of ten miles from the top of the entire Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, and the incomparably strong light made countless monks who were watching here can't help but close their eyes tightly, so as not to burn their eyes.

After smashing the four Flame Golden Phoenix in a row, the sword in Murong He's hand still stabbed towards Zhao Yu's eyebrows, but a dignified look clearly appeared on his extremely ordinary face, because every stream of light of the Flame Phoenix bombarded Murong He's body, and the speed at which he held the sword and stabbed it out would be a few points slower.

"In the Great Sun Flame unleashed by His Majesty, there is actually the law of time, which directly slows down the speed of the sword of Murong and the Land Immortal Realm by fifty percent, and the old man has the soul of the Great Sun Dao, but he doesn't know that the Great Sun Flame has such a change, and this life is simply a cultivation to a dog!"

In the sky above the Burial Sword Lake, the flame light that was enough to burn ordinary monks naturally couldn't do any harm to the Great Grandmaster of the Palm Origin Destruction Realm above the Spirit Crane, so after witnessing all this, Lu Yao, the Great Sun Martial Sect, had a strong sigh of embarrassment directly sounded.

The old man Lu who has the soul of the Great Sun Dao can be said to have been dealing with the Great Sun Flame all his life, struggling to pursue the infinite mysteries within the Great Day, and the scene at this time is just like Zhao Yujiang's most difficult to explore, the deepest mysteries, displayed in front of him without any fancy feelings, under this complex state of mind, Old Man Lu will sigh like this.

But before the sigh fell, the battle above the Burial Sword Lake changed again and again, and in the eyes of all the spectators, after the four streamers that pierced the void, a fifth appeared.

This fifth stream of light is Zhao Yu, the most noble Nine Heavens Phoenix in Great Xia.

Divine power.Phoenix Impact!

The young emperor's not burly body melted directly into this flash of light, and at the same time tore open the space, in the way of a saint's boundless realm shuttling through the space, instantly passing through the scattered flames of the Great Sun, and directly appeared on Murong He's side.

As Zhao Yu said at the beginning, his purpose from beginning to end was not to defend or dodge, but to attack against sword, fight against battle, and edge against edge!

Fighting with one of the strongest sword cultivators at the time, and adopting the strategy of hand-to-hand combat, in the eyes of everyone, was an extremely dangerous move, because the existence of sword cultivators was born for the fight between these square inches.

But Zhao Yu did the opposite, facing the strongest edge of the opponent, because the young emperor knew that if he and Murong He wanted to use this holy battle to break through the mountain in front of them with the luck and momentum of the other party, they had to walk on the blade of life and death.

Murong He also knew this, so he implemented the purity that belonged to sword cultivation.

Attack, abandon any defensive offense.

Stab your sword into the enemy, or get killed!

The killing machine between square inches is the most unlimited, and the two sides of the fight do not have any extra time to judge, the only thing they can rely on is blood, muscles, and the fighting instinct of every cell.

Murong He's battle intuition was the best in the entire Great Xia, so between this lightning and fire, the Qinglian Sword had already directly turned its direction and turned the stab into a wipe, and the target was Zhao Yu's neck, which was directly close to him.

The sharp qi exuded from the Qinglian Sword was only a few fingers away from the young emperor's fair-skinned neck, but Zhao Yu still did not dodge or dodge, his right hand continued to clench his fist, and the power of more than five laws instantly converged, and a punch burst out!

When you meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!