At the same moment, the triangular dragon below the Zhongcheng Quasi-Saint let out a howl similar to a miserable howl, and with this howl, its entire body flew out with a softness, like a soft and collapsed rope.

It's as if the Martial Emperor's punch on the body of the Zhongcheng Quasi-Saint was acting on its body at the same time, and even acting on its body in a magnification factor!

As soon as Emperor Wu saw this, he instantly understood that this was the expression of the Cunzài, who had become the pinnacle of the Quasi-Saint, transferring the blow he had received to him through some mysterious method on his own mount.

Although this punch possessed incredible destructive power, the fact that the Cunzài, who had become the pinnacle of the Quasi-Saint, was able to transfer the power of his fist power to his own mount, which naturally showed that the damage he had received was actually not too great. Therefore, although it seems to be extremely wolf-like, the existence of the pinnacle of the Quasi-Saint itself has not been fatally injured by this.

Even, even his combat effectiveness is not much different from before.

After a breath after flying out upside down, the Cunzài, who had become the peak of the Quasi-Saint, re-condensed his powerful power, roared, and a boundless sea of blood surged behind him, and the triangular dragon did not appear under him at the same time, the two breaths combined, and suddenly began to rise towards a higher height, and a breath of heaven and earth emanating from him, almost enveloping the entire battlefield.

Stimulated by his aura, many other monks and creatures on the battlefield all released their own auras at the same time.

These breaths are different, but they are all powerful. With all kinds of inexplicable powers, intertwined in one place, almost changing the world, making this battlefield, which was originally just a light intertwined, almost become a new world!

Earth, water, fire, and wind surged wildly, countless thunder and lightning continued to shine in the void, and space and time were all strangely distorted under the impact of these breaths.

The rules and laws that had become a little strange because of the two intertwined lights became even more strange at this time, and all kinds of breaths of extinction were constantly born between the heaven and earth intertwined by this breath, infecting the minds of many creatures and monks on this battlefield, so that the fighting spirit in everyone's hearts was constantly improving.

"This battle actually directly crossed the original tentative attack stage, and directly stepped into the high and tide!" "Emperor Wu had also seen the development process of normal warfare in the information he had obtained from the deputy captain. This is where the change can be seen. But in an instant, I understood what the change was.

"You are very good, you are entitled to enjoy my full explosion!"

As he roared, his eyes shone with a dazzling black light.

This black light is like two black holes that are extremely deep. Attracted around a qiē. Whether it's the light. It's still vitality!

Then, the body of this Zhongcheng Quasi-Saint shook, and the eyes of the triangular dragon under him widened. He opened his mouth and spat out a square mark as black as ink. And this Zhongcheng Quasi-Saint slapped towards the Martial Emperor with a palm. A palm print rushed out of his hand, and in an instant, it was combined with the square seal spit out by the triangular dragon, turning into a pitch-black palm, directly locking the rules, laws, and even time and space around the Martial Emperor's body!

At this moment, the Martial Emperor only felt that his entire body seemed to be oppressed by the entire heaven and earth, and it was more as if an indescribable destructive force was born from the depths of his body and began to destroy his body from the inside out!

This feeling made the Martial Emperor's eyebrows condense, the true qi in his body surged, and his body suddenly became virtual, but he performed an extremely subtle time-space martial arts, directly integrating his body into time and space, and shaking his body through the gap between time and space, so that he could avoid a qiē defense.

If it was another attack, he would naturally be able to dodge it easily with such an action at this time.

But it was obvious that the attack issued by the Cunzài, who had become the pinnacle of the Quasi-Saint, combined himself with the power of the Triangle Dragon, was not so easy to dodge.

Even if the Martial Emperor had already used such a powerful space-time martial art at this time, even if his body had become virtual and real, almost avoiding the invasion of a qiē attack method, he had only been exempted from the feeling of being oppressed by the whole heaven and earth in his body, and the feeling that was born from the depths of his body and constantly destroying his body still existed.

Obviously, his martial arts did not allow him to completely avoid his opponent's attacks.

Seeing this, the Martial Emperor smiled coldly, and no longer dodged, his body straddled lightly, and three substantive-like figures shook out in mid-air, directly drawing three mysterious trajectories, one blasted out a fist, one slapped a palm print, and one directly met the black palm in the shape of a claw.

The true qi in his body surged, and the kind of power that was deep in his body, destroying his body from the inside out, began to condense from his body as he changed, and was transferred by him to the three arms of his three bodies in a grafting manner.

There was a loud bang bang.

The moment the three of them touched, the pitch-black palm exploded openly, and the explosive power generated impacted the surrounding void, shattering the void inch by inch, forming a gray smoke that lingered around the bodies of the three Martial Emperors.

And the three Martial Emperors did not stop their pace because of this, but only paused slightly, and after unloading the power generated by the explosive impact, they recoiled again, rushing straight towards the Zhongcheng Quasi-Saint and the triangular dragon.

Those three hands seemed to have condensed stronger power because of Fang Cai's impact, and the power of destruction emitted seemed to be even more powerful and terrifying.

"Actually use my strength to fight back, you are the monk with the strongest fighting instinct I have ever met!" At this time, the Cun Zài, who had become the peak of the quasi-saint, once again discharged three palm prints, fused with the three black square seals spewed out by the triangular dragon, and slapped towards the Martial Emperor again, while saying this in his mouth.

Each of these three palm prints was more condensed than the previous one, and the aura of destruction that emanated was also more powerful.

Emperor Wu saw this. His brows furrowed, he had seen a lot of such attacks before. But he had never seen such a terrifying attack, and he was able to launch a stronger attack so quickly, and it didn't seem to be difficult, and he still had the strength to speak, which simply subverted his concept.

"Sure enough, it's completely different from the monks I've seen before. The Martial Emperor thought to himself, his body changed, and between the surging of true qi, his three bodies shook again. Each one is divided into three again. Each of them cast the same different mudras and greeted the three palms.

There was a loud bang, and the three palms burst apart again.

The Cun Zài, who had become the pinnacle of the quasi-saint, applauded again, and raised his hand to send out nine palm prints.

The triangular dragon under him also emitted nine square seals. Combined with the nine palm prints. Nine pitch-black palms were formed. Towards the nine Martial Emperors.

Emperor Wu did not show weakness, and his body shape was divided again, changing into twenty-seven himself. The mudras that were cast were also different, and they were equally powerful.

In this way, again and again, again and again, the rumbling explosion sounded wildly, the time and space collapsed and repaired, repaired and collapsed, and the gray space-time fragmented fog continued to accumulate in the void, constantly thickening, making the battle between the Martial Emperor and the Zhongcheng Quasi-Saint become more and more huge, and finally occupied a wider and wider range in this battlefield.

The other Cun Zài who participated in the battle could not bear the aftermath of the battle between the two of them, and they all moved further and further away from the two of them, so that the two of them unknowingly occupied most of the battlefield.

You must know that although this battlefield is in the canyon, its area is extremely vast, at least tens of thousands of miles in radius, occupying most of the battlefield, and the momentum can be imagined.

The method used by Emperor Wu was a creative idea obtained from some kind of myth and legend that he had heard from Luo Fan before. At the beginning, when Luo Fan chatted with him, he once talked about the myths and legends circulating in China, which involved the Taiqing saints, and when he talked about his magical powers, he talked about the same magical powers that turned into three clears. In legend, this supernatural power can turn oneself into three, so that even saints cannot distinguish between fiction and reality. Such a powerful and mysterious supernatural power naturally made Emperor Wu very interested, and when he thought of it when he created zào martial arts in the future, he created such a martial arts in front of him.

The name of this martial art is also called one qi three qing, but, because it is a martial art, it is not a special supernatural power, so it is very different from the one qi three qing of the Taiqing sage in myths and legends, not to let himself directly divide into three to besiege the opponent, but directly rely on his own strength to turn three into a general storage zài like his own body, each of them to perform a powerful move, attacking the opponent.

Of course, if it's just that, this martial arts is actually nothing, and it is no different from the ordinary doppelganger method, and it is not much worse than the legendary Taiqing sage's one-gas-like Sanqing, and it is difficult to hang on the name of getting creativity from it.

The most mysterious thing about this martial art is that it can gain strength from the impact of the opponent's power, so as to differentiate itself again, and turn into more and stronger self!

Just like what the Martial Emperor did at this time, there were countless thousands of Martial Emperors fighting with their opponents in front of them, but in fact, what the Martial Emperor himself provided was only the power of three of his bodies.

The power formed by the other almost countless Martial Emperors was not emitted by himself at all, but by the Cunzi of the Quasi-Saint Peak who fought against him and the Triangle Dragon under his seat!

That is to say, at this moment, the battle between the Martial Emperor and the Zhongcheng Quasi-Saint seems to be fighting with the other party, but in fact, it is just the opponent's power struggle with himself before!

It was no wonder that no matter how many palms he sent, no matter how many palms he sent, the Martial Emperor would be able to differentiate into a body that was three times larger than his palms to fight against him.

The martial arts subtlety that the Martial Emperor has displayed has almost surpassed the peak of martial arts, even if Luo Fan is here, I am afraid that it will take a while to be able to see the true appearance of it, let alone other living beings.

Although the Zhongcheng Quasi-Sage who was opposite to the Martial Emperor could see that the Martial Emperor was performing martial arts, it did not mean that his martial arts attainments could reach the Cheng dù of the Martial Emperor.

The more he fought, the more incredible he felt.

He was able to slap his opponent with one palm after another without hesitation. The reason is that the dragon under him is stored zài.

The so-called beings from that strange world have a very strange connection with their own mounts, and the two of them are like yin and yang, completely opposite in nature to each other, but they are born of each other. When they come together in a very subtle way, there will be unimaginable changes between the two, and the power between them will naturally form a cycle, as if it were a perpetual motion machine, and the cycle will make up for the loss of power on either side. So that both of them are as if they have infinite power.

Precisely because of this. Only then can he shoot the palm prints of countless thousands of years, and the dragon can also spit out the countless thousands of square seals.

Even, because of this, it made Emperor Wu feel so incredible. I found that the palm of the hand was able to not weaken due to the passage of time in such a process. On the contrary, it is getting stronger and stronger.

But. If the cycle of power between the creature and the mount is truly perfect, it will of course be able to perfectly replenish the loss of power, so that no matter how long the battle is. Fighting for trillions of years can be as it was at the beginning.

However, it is only possible to achieve it if the Dao realm of both has reached an incredible level, not to mention the level of the middle level of quasi-saint, that is, the great level of quasi-saint and the peak quasi-saint, I am afraid that they will not be able to reach the point of true perfection.

And if perfection cannot be achieved, it is natural that this cycle cannot fully replenish the loss of strength, so that every attack, whether it is the power in the body of the Quasi-Saint or the Triangle Dragon under his seat, has a certain loss. Even if this cycle has been perfected to a certain extent, this loss is not much, but it can't stand the time for a long time, and it can't stand the power that is emitted.

Before, he sent out countless thousands of palm prints, and at this time, this Zhongcheng Quasi-Saint already felt that his own strength had been lost by several percent, although it could still be supported for the time being, but if it continued like this, failure was almost predictable.

"How could such a thing happen?!Could he also have a perfect Shinto that of a higher number than me?!!Otherwise, how could he be so consumed like me?!" At this time, there was only such a thought between the mind and mind of the middle and quasi-saint peaks.

Perfect Shinto is the name given to the way in which the world of the Quasi-Saints of the Middle Enlightenment is called for their method of circulating yin and yang with the power of their mounts, and naturally giving birth to infinite power to replenish their own power loss.

In fact, this perfect Shinto also has many realms in their world. The lowest level, which can only slightly replenish one percent of one's own lost power, is the first level of Perfect Shinto. And when it reaches the highest level, it is absolutely perfect to replenish 100% of its own depleted power, which is the Perfect Shinto Level 100, also known as the full level.

Normally, an ordinary Dacheng Quasi-Saint can raise the Perfect Divine Dao to level ninety, while the Peak Quasi-Saint can raise his Perfect Divine Dao to the ninety-fifth level, and a very few peerless geniuses may be able to reach the ninety-ninth level. As for the anti-heavenly existence zài who really raised the perfect divine path to the full level, this existent zài who became the pinnacle of quasi-sainthood has never heard of it.

Like the Cunzài who was at the peak of the Quasi-Saint in front of him, he was already a level that only a normal Quasi-Saint could only reach by raising this Perfect Divine Dao to the ninetieth level, and in their world, this could definitely be called a peerless genius, although this could not allow him to engage in cross-level battles, but it was like directly sweeping away the obstacles that he had directly entered the Dacheng Quasi-Saint, making everyone think that it was only a matter of time before he achieved the Dacheng Quasi-Saint.

But in such a situation, how could he not have such doubts that the opponent in front of him, who could not see where the mount was at all, could actually spend his strength with such a self?

Although Emperor Wu had the upper hand at this time, and even could already anticipate his final victory, he did not relax in the slightest, and he was still extremely vigilant.

He was extremely experienced in combat, so he naturally understood that the more he got to this point, the more cautious he became, and almost all battles that had a reversal of victory or defeat had a turning point at such a time.

Not to mention that he has not fully confirmed that the opponent has no ability to resist at this time, it is even when it is finally confirmed that the opponent is no longer able to resist, and the battles that are finally turned over by the opponent also abound.

Therefore, the more Emperor Wu was at this time, the more serious and vigilant he became.

At the time when Emperor Wu was fighting with the Cun Zài, who had become the pinnacle of the Quasi-Saint, in the distance, the battle among the thirty-six subordinates of Emperor Wu was not very fierce.

The thirty-six of them cooperated very tacitly, and after forming a formation, their strength echoed each other, and once anyone was in danger, seven or eight companions would help at the same time to help the person in distress get out of danger. Fighting with an opponent like this is naturally easy.

It was precisely because the battle was easy that they all had time to pay attention to the battle between the Martial Emperor and the Quasi-Saint of Nazhong.

"The one who fought with our new captain was the Dragon Tuo Divine General who had never failed, right?" asked Xiao Cheng Quasi-Shengtong Guò to his companion in a stealthy way.

"That's right, the triangular dragon is too obvious. His companion exclaimed.

"I didn't expect it to be him. I didn't expect the new captain to be able to fight him to this point, I thought he was just like that, but it seems that I was wrong. The little Cheng Zhun Sheng, who opened his mouth to ask, sighed.

"With such a captain, it seems that we should have a much better life in the future. Another little saint seemed to have some joy. (To be continued......)