"He is Emperor Yang!"

"Emperor Daqian, Yang Mucheng?"

"How is this possible?"

Voices of consternation resounded throughout the ring.

Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief. This god-like powerhouse is actually the Great Qiandi Emperor.

"Lu Jian is dead, what else do you want to say?"

Yang Mucheng put his hands behind his back and said lightly.

He is proud of the world, regards the thousands of people in the arena as nothing, and has a posture of grasping the general trend of the world. Even his temperament alone has already suppressed more than 10,000 people. In front of him, the emperors of the six kingdoms, tens of thousands of warriors are just ants.

Six Emperors, look at me, I'll look at you.

Suddenly, a hint of madness flashed in Emperor Qin's eyes. He clenched his fists and roared:

"Emperor Yang, we were about to deal with you, but I didn't expect you to dare to send it to the door! The world's martial artists listen to the order, if anyone can kill Yang Mucheng, the widow will make him the national teacher of the country, reward him with one million gold, one hundred acres of land, and the status of the widow in the Qin State is equal to the widow!"

Oh, yes!

Under such a roar of Emperor Qin, the emperors of the other countries all woke up. They're not defeated yet, they've got the whole ring. This is the imperial city of Zhao State, and the million army is just outside the city, no matter how powerful he Yang Mucheng is, can he resist these tens of thousands of warriors, can he stop the million army?

"The same is true for me to defend the country! If anyone can kill Emperor Yang, I will also give the same reward!"

"The same is true of my country!"

"It's the same with my Huns!"

......

There must be brave men under the heavy reward, not to mention the joint reward of the six major powers.

"What should I do?" At this moment, even Liang Donglai and the others were moved.

Zhou Baisheng clenched his fists, looked at Yang Mucheng in the field, and said coldly: "I admit that Emperor Yang's strength is beyond the imagination of all of us. However, no matter how strong he is, can he resist tens of thousands of warriors and millions of troops?"

"Let's go together!"

Rise!

As soon as the words fell, Liang Donglai had already burst out quickly. A terrifying yin aura surged out of his body to the extreme, as if a rising black mist was gathering above his head, and in an instant, a dark cloud like a cover was crushing towards Yang Mucheng.

"You even used this trick?" Zhou Baisheng was shocked.

Liang Donglai gritted his teeth and sneered: "If you don't use the secret technique of sacrificing your body, how can you deal with him?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his right hand and danced his dagger forward. In the next moment, the infinite black mist actually converged rapidly, transforming into a terrifying poisonous dragon that was twelve feet long, and pounced on Yang Mucheng in an infinite roar and roar.

Liang Donglai was originally an assassin, and he was good at assassination and sneak attacks. This trick is his stunt at the bottom of the box, once it is used, the qi and blood will weaken rapidly, and it will definitely not be able to recover without cultivation for half a year.

"I'll do it too!"

Zhou Baisheng laughed, slammed his fists hard, and the qi and blood in his whole body boiled and flipped in an instant.

Originally, his tall and sturdy figure was more than doubled abruptly at this moment. If it is said that the 'blood-burning technique' of the Great Yin Family's boxing technique can turn a dwarf into a strong man. Then Zhou Baisheng's 'Blood-Burning Technique' can turn him into a god and demon giant!

Zhou Baisheng, who was four or five meters high, galloped wildly, and the soles of his feet stepped heavily on the ground, like ten thousand horses galloping in all directions.

Rise!

Rise!

Rise!

The other three mid-Xuan Qi martial artists who were invited by the Emperor of the Six Kingdoms also took out their stunt at the bottom of the box at this moment, and frantically blasted towards Yang Mucheng.

Of course.

Not only these five people, but at the same time, there are thousands of warriors in the ring.

The terrifying attack, at this moment, was like rain and crushed towards Yang Mucheng.

"Master Yang!"

Seeing this, Zhao Tianwu in the ring shouted loudly. She was about to step forward, but was stopped by several of Zhao Guo's internal guards.

"You dare to stop me?" Zhao Tianwu said coldly.

"Xiao Wu, Yang Mucheng will definitely die this time, I advise you to stay here obediently!" Zhao Yin's face was cold, and he looked at Zhang Jiao, Liang Xiao, and Wang Desheng. "Come on, these guys are also Yang Mucheng's subordinates, arrest them!"

Liang Xiao and the others quickly stepped forward and protected Zhao Tianwu in the center.

Zhang Jiao smiled even more:

"Zhao Yin, do you think these people will be able to deal with the Holy Lord? If there is no absolute strength, how can we and the Holy Lord dare to show our identities in this 10,000-strong arena?"

"What?"

Zhao Yin's heart trembled.

He swept across the arena, but saw that the infinite warrior, like a locust, was rushing towards Yang Mucheng, who was in the center. In this situation, no matter how you look at it, he can't turn over with the strength of one person.

His face was distorted, and Zhao Yin shouted hysterically:

"I don't believe he can survive the attacks of so many people......"

Before the words fell, the madness on Zhao Yin's face was completely stiffened.

I saw Yang Mucheng take a leisurely step forward and swept out with one sleeve.

A pale white palm print flew out, bringing a terrifying sharp roar, and pulled up a wave of air more than ten meters high on the ground, directly blasting towards Liang Donglai and the others, who bore the brunt of the attack.

"Bang!"

Loud bang!

It was like the explosion of the golden monkey lifting a thousand sticks and smashing them into the Lingxiao Palace.

Zhou Baisheng, who used the 'Blood Burning Technique', had a steel-like body, but it was fragile under this palm. This pale white palm print tore it apart like window paper, directly piercing his chest and bringing out a blood mist in the sky.

After killing Zhou Baisheng, this pale white palm print did not cut in the slightest, but was soaked in blood, like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger, and it grew to the size of dozens of zhang in an instant, like a shocking torrent, and smashed Liang Donglai's secret technique of sacrificing his life on the spot, and directly beat him into powder.

Even these powerhouses of the Xuan Qi Realm couldn't resist Yang Mucheng's casual blow, let alone those ordinary martial artists.

Where the handprints passed, it was like a monstrous wave that swept the heavens and the earth, destroying the warriors who rushed to kill them. In the air, there was a terrible smell of blood.

"Good time!"

"Look how I'm going on a killing spree today!"

Yang Mucheng laughed, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and immediately mobilized the internal strength of his whole body.

Rise!

The sound of a cluster of flames burning suddenly sounded, and then he saw a cluster of flames erupt from his eyes. The flame was the size of a mung bean at first, but in an instant, it burned all over the eyes. As Yang Mucheng's pupils closed, two shocking pillars of fire burst out like fire dragons.

His gaze swept sharply, and the places he passed in his field of vision were instantly burned. Whether it was a warrior, or a tree, or even a stone, it was burned to ashes.

Now.

Yang Mucheng is like an ancient god and demon descending to the mortal world, unfolding an infinite killing ring!

PS: Thank you for the dust, the disappearance. of 388. Thank you to Little Saisai and Little Pepe, bury me once. Life. , Tanatos, and the tips of seven book friends in the space~

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