Chapter 172

Blood dripped from the corner of Ban Hongqing's mouth.

At the same time, there was a feeling of being hacked into pieces and burning inside his body.

It seemed that there were countless sharp blades cutting and wreaking havoc in his body, trying to tear him into pieces.

At the same time, the infinite fire seemed to be burning from the inside out, trying to burn his whole body into ashes.

It was so subtle that every ounce of blood was no exception, and then spread all over the body and gathered together.

Under Chen Luoyang's magical fist, the mountain and river tripod was finally completely shattered.

Ban Hongqing spat blood, his tall body stood still in place.

The next moment, he straightened his back to the sky and fell backwards.

As if a mountain collapsed, Ban Hongqing fell to the ground.

There were no scars on his body, and he looked the same as usual, but his breath was already weak and it was difficult to move.

Chen Luoyang stretched out his hand, and volley picked up his body, then held it in his hand, and returned to the Chilong Emperor's chariot.

Sword Emperor Yu Wenfeng was looking at him: "Are you showing mercy?"

Chen Luoyang said indifferently: "Li Yuanlong and he owe this sect, how can we pay for two lives?"

After all, he handed the person over to Su Ye: "Be careful, don't kill him."

Su Ye looked at Ban Hongqing curiously, and after receiving the person, he smiled and replied, "Yes, senior brother."

Chen Luoyang nodded, and then stepped out of the Chilong Emperor's chariot again.

Sword Emperor Yu Wenfeng walked side by side with him, and they chased in the direction of Yan Mingkong and Li Yuanlong together.

At this moment, there was a faint blue light across the sky in that direction, which lasted for a long time.

It seemed to leave a stern scar in the sky.

Among them, the fierce and lonely sword intent made the hearts of both of them throb.

For Chen Luoyang, it was even more shocking.

Because he clearly felt that the rusty bronze sword he was holding had also trembled slightly just now.

It seemed that he was startled by Yan Mingkong's sword intent.

Although it is fleeting, it is by no means an illusion.

While Chen Luoyang was secretly paying attention, he also felt strange.

Yan Mingkong will not move his sword easily.

Ban Hongqing is here, and the only opponent is Li Yuanlong, let alone Li Yuanlong.

Could it be that Nan Yunshan's own words at that time made the other party no longer simply obsessed with his opponent, but finally let go of his mind and wanted to kill him?

It's not like that either.

Chen Luoyang carefully stared at the sword marks that had lingered in the sky for a long time, trying to figure out and feel the sword's intent, but did not notice any signs of finally expressing the long-suppressed.

He thought about it.

The number one opponent in the empress's mind is probably still him, Da Jiaozhu.

What she changed was not this thought, but a step forward in itself.

Perhaps, she used to attach too much importance to the power of the first unsheathed sword.

But now, his self-confidence has gone a step further, and he is no longer obsessed with whether the first sword is the strongest.

For her, every sword is the strongest.

Chen Luoyang's eyes were like water, his mind was restrained, and he walked in that direction with the sword emperor Yu Wenfeng.

………………

Chen Luoyang laid the foundation of Luoyang City, and while chasing Ban Hongqing, the Empress Yan Mingkong chased another ray of white light.

When the white light dissipated on the ground, half of the boat was left.

Then, a dragon shadow flew out of the boat and quickly went away.

Yan Mingkong, on the other hand, chased after him all the way.

She only chased for a moment before she realized something was wrong.

Li Yuanlong's speed was obviously faster than before, much faster!

The Void Dragon Fist and the Rising Cloud Dragon Fist of the Ten Dragon Emperor Fist are used together, and their physical strength is not inferior to Yan Mingkong's Moonlight Flying Sky at the same level.

But now, its speed is faster, and the distance between the two sides is increasing.

In this case, if it is not with the help of some kind of strange treasure, or taking a special elixir like Bliss Blood Pill, there is only one possibility.

Emperor Xia, Li Yuanlong, has reached the fourteenth realm!

In the Battle of Nanyun Mountain, after facing the pressure of the Demon Emperor, Li Yuanlong finally broke through the last bottleneck, and the ten dragon fists were integrated into one furnace, and they were inseparable from each other.

Until this moment, it can finally be said that Kowloon Emperor Fist has become history.

From now on, the two great magical arts of the Great Xia Dynasty will be the Ding Tian Shen Jue and the Ten Dragon Emperor Fist.

And Li Yuanlong has also become the new generation of Emperor Xia since the founding of the Xia Dynasty.

However, even though he had reached the fourteenth realm, he had no intention of sticking to Yujing City.

If he was facing Yu Wenfeng before the retreat, or the leader of the Demon Sect before the battle with the Jiange pavilion master, Li Yuanlong might try to plan something.

But after the battle at Nanyun Mountain, and after witnessing the power of Chen Luoyang's "Zhu Rong" just now, Li Yuanlong knew that even if he broke through to the fourteenth realm, he would not be able to win easily.

At least in a hasty fight, it's hard to be sure.

What's more, at the moment, the three masters of the Demon Emperor, the Sword Emperor, and the Empress are all together suppressing the situation.

Of course, they don't fight each other, and there are many contradictions, and they may fight to the death at any time.

But in the current situation, the Devil's Cult and the Alien Race have clearly made up their minds to sweep him out of Daxia first, and then the two families will slowly fight it out.

Li Yuanlong had no chance to fish in troubled waters.

Try to get out and protect yourself in order to make a comeback in order to retain the last hope.

The same class, Hong Qing, divided his troops into two groups, forcing the opponent to chase separately, so that he would not face three powerful enemies at the same time.

But the current result can almost be regarded as the best for Li Yuanlong.

The person who came after him was not the Demon Emperor Chen Luoyang, nor the Sword Emperor Yu Wenfeng.

Empress Yan Mingkong, regardless of her realm and strength, the key point is that she may be the least enthusiastic about chasing and killing him, Li Yuanlong, among the three.

Her opponent was more Chen Luoyang.

If it comes to the outside world, the current situation in the vast land of Shenzhou, the person who poses the biggest threat to the Demon Cult is obviously Yu Wenfeng, the patriarch of the foreign race.

Seeing that the person chasing him was Yan Mingkong, Li Yuanlong had no intention of fighting back when the other party was alone.

Keeping this girl might be a better way to check and balance Chen Luoyang.

Li Yuanlong just tried his best to increase his speed to the fastest.

There is not much difference in body skills and attainments between the two sides, but there is a gap in realm and cultivation. Li Yuanlong has the hope of throwing his opponent away in a long-distance attack.

Unexpectedly, the empress looked calm and raised her hand lightly.

Then, an orb flew into the air, emitting brilliance.

Enveloped by this brilliance, Li Yuanlong seemed to rush into a void of grotesque and starlight in an instant.

Although he was shocked, the transformed dragon shadow suddenly turned over and broke free from the void here.

Only after such a delay, Empress Yan Mingkong has already caught up.

Amidst the sound of dragon chant, the Guanglong transformed by Li Yuanlong turned into black, and then attacked Yan Mingkong with an extremely tyrannical attack.

Yan Mingkong had a peaceful demeanor, the starry night, the bright moon, and the dark Buddha all appeared together.

The objects and images of the eight extremes are blessed on her body together.

Although Li Yuanlong Qiankun Dragon Fist is strong, it cannot break through her defense.

It is comparable to the Heavenly God Art of Cauldron...

A thought flashed through Li Yuanlong's mind.

But he never planned to take down Yan Mingkong with this one move.

He just forced the Empress to defend herself, and then Li Yuanlong turned around and left without any entanglement.

He still has no intention of fighting it.

Chen Luoyang and Yu Wenfeng could catch up at any time.

But the moment Li Yuanlong turned around, he was startled suddenly and had to stop.

A warning surged in his heart, and he was warned not to turn his back on the empress at this distance.

Otherwise he would never be able to leave.

Li Yuanlong's eyes under the crown were like an abyss, staring closely at the woman in white in front of him.

The ice blue brilliance of the opponent's pupils flickered.

The right hand is grasped empty, as if holding an invisible sword between the five fingers.

"Why bother?" Li Yuanlong said quietly: "When the world is at peace, how can Chen Luoyang tolerate you anymore? On the contrary, I can help you seize the position of leader of the Demon Cult."

Yan Mingkong's voice was cold, without any ups and downs in his tone: "I fought Chen Luoyang, what does it have to do with you?"

She looked at Li Yuanlong, and said lightly, "I came to kill you, and it has nothing to do with him."

Li Yuanlong shook his head: "Even if you break through to the fourteenth realm like me, you still can't say that you will win against Chen Luoyang. You have raised your sword for many years, and a sword out of its sheath is the most precious. If you want to defeat Chen Luoyang, this is you The biggest opportunity, you understand this truth, and Chen Luoyang also understands it."

He took a deep look at Yan Mingkong: "If not, why did Chen Luoyang provoke Wang Jian to challenge you for the second time? After the first battle in Nanyun Mountain, why did he let you chase me? When Yu Wenfeng first arrived in Yujing City, he said You heard the words, he came here to wait for Chen Luoyang, and it was also Chen Luoyang who led him here, probably not to deal with me, but to force you to use this sword!"

Yan Mingkong looked indifferent: "It doesn't matter whether it's true or not, it doesn't make any difference, just come out."

Li Yuanlong's heart sank slightly.

Compared with the battle between Tianhong Mountain and Nanyun Mountain, or even when Yan Mingkong chased him back to Yuzhou, the will of the woman in front of him seemed to be different.

He, Li Yuanlong, took advantage of the pressure of the First Battle of Nanyun Mountain to successfully break through the bottleneck and transform.

And Yan Mingkong, after repeated battles, showed signs of progress again.

Especially at the last moment, through Ban Hongqing's Ding Tianshen Jue and Yu Jingcheng's Long Live Xuanling Formation, the opponent's sharpness and aura gradually reached a new height.

Yan Mingkong looked at Li Yuanlong, and his tone was indifferent and calm as before: "Although I don't care too much about it, it doesn't mean that everyone will use it."

Li Yuanlong's face suddenly became gloomy.

"In today's world, there are only three emperors." Yan Ming said emptyly, "You count as half, but you are lucky."

After finishing speaking, she held her hand empty, and then handed it out.

It was as if an invisible sword fell into her hand.

Li Yuanlong's cultivation level was higher than hers, and for a while, he still couldn't see through the root of Yan Mingkong's sword.

I can't see through, what is in the opponent's hand?

In fact, because of the relationship between the Lord of the Jiange Pavilion and the Sword Emperor Wang Jian, Li Yuanlong has a deep understanding of the way of the sword.

Far deeper than most people imagine.

But at this moment, he is still elusive about Yan Mingkong's sword.

It's just that the moment Yan Mingkong held the sword, there seemed to be endless ferocity and cold killing intent, all gathered on the invisible edge of the sword.

The cold and dead power artistic conception almost made the surrounding world freeze together.

Not only the space, but even the passage of time seemed to be frozen.

In Yan Mingkong's hands, on the invisible sword edge, it seemed as if a gate leading to the underworld descended on the world and slowly opened.

Dead silence, cold, dark, evil.