"Master Zhou, is this broken mountain and river very strong?"

Emperor Wei asked.

"It's not just very strong! This is a low-grade martial art, you can know how terrifying it is just by looking at this sword move. Zhou Baisheng smiled bitterly: "And Lu Jian is still a strong man in the late stage of Xuanqi, the power of this sword has been vividly displayed by him, if he is willing, it is enough to cut the entire imperial city in half with one sword!"

"Then isn't Master Yang dead?" Emperor Wei's eyes widened and he looked ahead.

"The gods are hard to save!" Zhou Baisheng shook his head.

Distance.

Emperor Qin also stared at the ball with round eyes, looking ahead in disbelief.

"Master Liang, who do you say will win between Lu Jian and Master Yang?" asked Emperor Qin.

"Now it seems that Yang Shi has little chance of winning. Lu Jian's cultivation is higher than him, and he can even break mountains and rivers...... If Master Yang wants to block Lu Jian's earth-shattering blow, there is almost no possibility!" Liang Donglai shook his head.

This moment.

It was as if everyone had foreseen the end result.

But see, Yang Mucheng launched this punch.

I only heard a 'crackling' sound, as if this punch had shattered the entire space, and under the shocked gaze of countless people, it shook heavily on the sword.

"What?"

"He actually used his physical body to fight against the sword of Broken Mountains and Rivers?"

Countless people's eyes widened.

"Look for death!"

Lu Jian was even more furious.

He shouted, his eyes swelled violently, and he was quickly covered with a bloodshot, and the green tendons all over his body burst out wildly, and the internal strength of his whole body was poured into this sword. In an instant, the sword light actually increased several times at this moment, as if it was about to swallow Yang Mucheng directly.

"Poof~"

At this moment, Yang Mucheng's body trembled, and he spit out a mouthful of blood mist in the sky, and the whole person burst out. In the eyes of countless people, his whole person was bombarded into the ring from the outside world again!

Rumble!

This retreat, Yang Mucheng did not lose his balance, but put his feet on the ground and swept out. But when he retreated, he hit countless buildings. It was exactly the same as the previous posture of Lu Jian being blasted out with a punch!

"Master Yang, you can resist my sword, how long can you hold on?"

Looking at Yang Mucheng, who spit out a mouthful of blood, Lu Jian's face suddenly sank.

was forced to such an extent by such a kid who jumped out of nowhere, and his heart was already unbearable anger. But then it's all over, because you only need a sword to completely kill the other party!

"Really?"

Yang Mucheng grinned and slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Look at the sword in your hand!"

Lu Jian was shocked and hurriedly looked. I saw that the sword in his hand, I don't know when, it was already full of cracks, and the broken lines of the whole body covered the sword body like a spider's web. Under Lu Jian's shocked gaze, it suddenly collapsed.

It turns out that his previous punch had already shattered my sword!

Lu Jian's heart suddenly sank to the bottom, and he only felt cold and trembling all over his body.

"Kill him!!"

At this moment, Lu Jian almost didn't hesitate at all, and immediately shouted.

Teng!

Almost at the same time, Yao Yifei and the others turned into sharp arrows and rushed towards Yang Mucheng frantically.

"Hey, hey!"

"Now I know I'm afraid, but it's too late!"

Yang Mucheng grinned, his whole body suddenly tightened like a strong bow, and his muscles were completely tightened at this moment. His right fist was slightly retracted, and at this moment it was like a charged crossbow arrow, and the next moment it smashed out, tearing all obstacles apart.

Rumble!

With this punch, an extreme fist mark was blasted, and a huge fist in the void suddenly formed, suddenly bringing out a white wave of qi in the ring, and where Yao Yifei and the three of them passed, they were directly torn apart by this wave of qi.

And Lu Jian was even more shocked, and a deep fist mark was suddenly sunken in his chest, and a piece of his back was also protruding violently. He stood where he was, and when everyone looked, they found that the blood in his eyes, ears, mouth and nose was gushing out wildly, ticking to the ground.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

He opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood mist. "You're so strong, who are you?"

"In order to exterminate my Great Qianguo, you have convened a six-nation alliance here to select the world's masters to deal with me, don't you still know who I am?" Yang Mucheng withdrew his fist, no longer concealed his identity, and opened his mouth to call himself 'I'.

"You ......"

A trace of horror flashed in Lu Jian's eyes, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything anymore, and his entire body erupted into a 'crackling' sound, and it smashed to the ground.

Yang Mucheng's punch with all his strength had already shattered the bones and heart veins of Lu Jian's whole body, and he could still speak, completely relying on the cultivation of the late stage of Xuan Qi to support him.

Lu Jian died.

Five of his scholars also died.

Yang Mucheng stood with his hands in his hands and stood in the center of the ring. He sucked it slowly, and collected all the qi and blood of the martial artists in the field into his body. Not only did the injuries previously injured by Lu Jian recover in this instant, but at the same time, his cultivation also went to the next level, reaching the late stage of Xuanqi.

He slowly opened his eyes, looked around, and said lightly: "Lu Jian is dead, what else do you want to say?"

Quiet!

There were tens of thousands of people in the ring, silent, and there was a dead silence.

Whether it was the emperors of the Six Kingdoms, or Liang Donglai and Zhou Baisheng behind them, or the warriors who came from all over the world, none of them made a sound. What surprised them was not that Yang Mucheng was able to kill Lu Jian, but Yang Mucheng's true identity.

He ...... Master Yang, it's actually Yang Mucheng! This, how is it possible?" Zhao Tianzhuo pointed at Yang Mucheng, dumbfounded.

His words speak to everyone's thoughts.

Their alliance of six countries gathered and called on the strong to deal with Yang Mucheng. As a result, Yang Mucheng mixed in under their noses, not only did he sneak in, but he also killed Lu Jian and occupied the audience. Without a doubt, this is the worst-case scenario.

Zhao Yin knelt on the ground, his eyes full of complexity.

He couldn't wait to tear Zhao Tianzhuo to pieces, Zhao Tianzhuo obviously went to the martial arts world to invite the master back, how could he bring Yang Mucheng. And he also won everyone...... But he didn't dare to act rashly, as soon as Lu Jian died, almost no one in the ring could suppress Yang Mucheng.

Not even the opponent's one-in-one enemy!

"Master Yang, it turns out that this is your true identity?" Zhao Tianwu put a pair of beautiful eyes on Yang Mucheng's body, and she finally understood at this moment, why the other party said at the beginning - you will regret following me. She shook her head inwardly. "I don't regret it. ”

"Who are you?" Emperor Wei couldn't hold back any longer, he asked in disbelief.

"I am the Emperor of Daqian, and Yang Mucheng is also!"

Yang Mu rolled up his sleeves, and his voice was like a bell, resounding in the ring and resounding in the imperial city of Zhao State.

"I am the ...... of Emperor Daqian"

"I am the ...... of Emperor Daqian"

The echo is like thunder, rolling and rolling.

Quiet!

The arena of 10,000 people was dead silent, and everyone looked at this young man.

(End of chapter)