Eight Hundred and Eighty-Six Battle Purple Magic Emperor

Because of this, the Blade Overlord is very confident that as long as the opponent called the Sword Emperor has not mastered the unique skills of the Sanctuary to a super strong level, it is impossible to surpass him.

However……

"The stars are falling from the sky!" The Sword Emperor laughed, the starlight gathered on the Sword Emperor's right arm, and the right arm was raised high, slashing down like a real spirit sword.

Boom boom boom!

Under the incredible gaze of the King of Swords, his strongest strike was blocked or even broken.

The sword qi carried the terrifying sword intent directly through the slash.

The Sword Overlord's body was swept away by the sword intent, and instantly became riddled with holes. When the sword intent slowly dissipated, the Sword Overlord fell down with an unwilling face.

The King of Swords couldn't believe that he actually met a sword cultivator who mastered the strongest sword moves with his body.

This kind of sword cultivator, even if he masters the sanctuary skills in general, can exert a very strong power with the cooperation of the Holy Body.

What's more, the sword emperor's skill clearly exceeded 40% of the limit, how could his combat power be average.

The Sword Emperor exhaled: "I accept it!"

hum!

The powerhouses in the area where the Sword Emperor is located are boiling, this Sword Emperor turned out to be a semi-sacred existence beyond the peak.

...

Outside the Holy Venerable Hall, Grandma Yin Hua froze: "Three transcendent half-sages, Deputy Palace Master Zhang, congratulations to you."

This number has already exceeded her Southern Capital University, also surpassed the Western Capital University and Dongdu University, and is comparable to the Central Capital University.

Vice-President Yun also congratulated him inappropriately, but his heart was about to die.

Being overtaken by Beidu University, which has always been at the bottom in terms of numbers, is like a rich man suddenly discovering that the beggars around his house suddenly became rich, and he was extremely tangled.

Full of resentment and jealousy.

The Deputy Palace Master Xueguang said at this time: "It's really good luck, the areas where the Sword Emperor and Zhan Fu Yu are located are only the White Dragon Emperor and the Ice Crystal Emperor, two transcendent semi-sacred existences, there is no problem for these two to advance to the top ten. Yes. It's just..."

The Blood Light Deputy Palace Master turned his eyes to the other side: "This day, the Fire Emperor is in danger, although it is a semi-sacred existence beyond the peak, but there are three other people, the Red Wing Demon Emperor, the Burning Emperor, and the Fire Fox Emperor, who are also more than half the peak. Holy powerhouse, and there is even a Purple Illusory Emperor who is not beyond the peak of the semi-sacred but is the owner of the divine pupil who will be pitted if he is not careful, the Fire Emperor might not be able to enter the top ten.

Vice Palace Master Yun adjusted his mood to normal in time, stroked his beard and nodded in agreement: "Yes, the Fire Emperor is only slightly higher than the peak and semi-sacred. Compared with the Red Winged Demon Emperor and the Burning Emperor, there is still a big gap, old man. If I'm not mistaken, in the end, the top ten of these people should be the Red Winged Demon Emperor and the Burning Emperor, and of course, the Fire Fox Emperor also has some chances."

"Vice Palace Master Zhang,

what do you say? "

Deputy Palace Master Zhang still smiled and said nothing.

Such an expression made Vice Palace Master Yun and the others feel a pain in the air for a moment.

Xuanjian's eyes suddenly lit up: "Emperor Zihuan is here."

In a word, let Grandma Yin Hua and several other Deputy Palace Masters of the Sanctuary Small Perfection immediately focus their eyes on the light curtain where Han Feng was.

Who can advance to the other light curtains has basically come out, only this scene is somewhat unpredictable.

And the reason lies in Han Feng.

...

The fifth floor of the Holy Hall.

Emperor Zihuan said coldly: "Boy, the insult you gave to this emperor in the Endless Qinglei Domain, this time this emperor even got his money back."

"Purple Illusory Eye, open!"

The center of the purple fantasy emperor's eyebrows split in an instant, and the strange pupils of purple 'color' condensed out.

At the moment when the purple phantom pupils condensed, Han Feng instantly felt that his Yuanshen power was greatly oppressed.

"Light of Disillusionment!"

The Primordial Spirit attack of Emperor Zihuan quickly attacked the Primordial Spirit towards Han Feng.

In just a split second, Han Feng felt that the power of his Yuanshen seemed to be crushed by a mountain, and he was dizzy and almost vomited out of disgust.

Han Feng's face turned pale in an instant.

"Hmph, this emperor wants to completely defeat the power of your primordial spirit, so that you will no longer be able to advance to the sanctuary!" Emperor Zihuan roared fiercely.

...

Under the arena, Emperor Fen Tian pouted: "This is another trick, if it wasn't for the fact that you didn't know your details in advance, how could this emperor be plotted against you. As long as you start the battle, beware, and the power of the primordial spirit has also transformed and surpassed. The limit, then..." Emperor Fen Tian was even more disdainful.

what! !

Han Feng's head was swollen and painful, and the sea of ​​'spirit' consciousness set off a storm of sea 'waves', as if the entire sea of ​​'spirit' consciousness was turned upside down and collapsed.

"Kid, go to hell!" The purple 'color' of the Purple Magic Emperor's purple phantom pupils glowed a lot.

"Tianyan Qiankun Sword!" Enduring the storm in the sea of ​​'Jing' consciousness, Han Feng instantly condensed more than forty flaming swords, gathered together and attacked the Purple Magic Emperor.

"What!" Emperor Zihuan didn't expect that Han Feng could attack at this moment, and his face changed greatly.

"Qiankun Gathering Sacred Slash!"

The holy essence burst out in Emperor Zihuan's body, and it turned into a sword light burst and shot out.

However, the current power of the Primordial Spirit of the Purple Magic Emperor is all matched with the power of the Primordial Spirit that surrounded Han Feng with the pupil of the purple illusion.

With only about 30% of the Saint Yuan, the Purple Magic Emperor does not have a deep grasp of the non-primitive gods' sanctuary skills.

Compared with the power of Yuanshen's attack, which is equivalent to the mid-level and near-superior peak semi-sage, the power of the non- Yuanshen attack of the Purple Illusionary Emperor is much worse.

The sword light and the flaming sword collided, and they were defeated by the flaming sword without any resistance.

"Oops!" The Purple Phantom Emperor's face was horrified, and he had to separate a part of the light of disillusionment to resist the flaming sword.

Han Feng's power of Yuanshen is now difficult to resist the Purple Illusory Emperor, and the power of Tianyan Qiankun Sword is naturally not much better, which is equivalent to the first-class semi-sacred level.

The Purple Magic Emperor separated a part of the light of disillusionment, which was easily resisted.

Part of the power of the primordial spirit can be separated, and the suppression of Han Feng is greatly reduced.

As soon as the 'spirit' was relaxed, Han Feng was shocked immediately, and Saint Yuan erupted under his feet, rushing towards the Purple Magic Emperor like a cannonball.

"Double Shake Fist!"

"An explosion!"

"Two bursts!"

"Three bursts!"

"Four bursts!"

"Five bursts!"

Han Feng suddenly burst out with the full power of the Dou Po Vibrating Fist.

Even if the power of the primordial spirit is not integrated, the power of Han Feng's punch has reached the peak semi-sacred level, and it is even very close to medium.

How could Emperor Zihuan, who only separated a part of his Yuanshen attack, resist this punch with his Yuanshen attack.

Han Feng collided with the invisible power of the primordial spirit, and the vibrational power surged out, and the purple phantom emperor's face turned white instantly, and the attack of the isolated primordial spirit was almost broken.

As a last resort, Emperor Zihuan had to split more of the power of Yuanshen into the light of disillusionment to resist Han Feng's punch.

The more the power of the primordial spirit is separated out, the less pressure on Han Feng's 'Jing' sea of ​​consciousness, and the more the power of the primordial spirit can be integrated into the Dou Po Shaking Fist.

"Broken!" Han Feng shouted angrily, the light of disillusionment of the Purple Magic Emperor could no longer be resisted, and Han Feng's punch also hit the Purple Magic Emperor.

Whoa!

puff……

The 'color' of Zi Huanhuang's painful face was distorted, and the blood mist was sprayed in his mouth. Han Feng still felt that it was not enough, and he punched again, almost shattering the inner bones of Zi Huanhuang's body.

"No... don't fight anymore, I admit defeat." Zi Huanhuang roared with a twisted expression on his face, unable to bear the torture that followed, shouting to surrender and admit defeat.