Chapter 623: Birth of the Divine Soldiers

"There is such a secret technique that can instantly increase the power of one's own martial arts by thirty-three times. If it is an ordinary peak Martial Emperor, he may be killed by this knife."

After calming down, Sima Hong thought with some palpitations in his heart, this son must be eliminated, otherwise there will be endless troubles, and if he grows up in the future, the Sima family will die.

Seeing Sima Hong standing up again and Xiao Chen lying on the ground weak, he couldn't help showing a bitter smile. Urging Qinglong to go out to sea with the force word formula is already the strongest killing move he can display.

Once the power word formula is activated, any fist or foot martial skill will be magnified by thirty-three times in an instant.

The first time Xiao Chen used the power word formula was opened by Liu Ruyue's father. At that time, he used it passively and could only use it without knowing the principle.

After being promoted to Martial Emperor, with the help of Ao Jiao, he barely learned this secret skill. Now he is not proficient at mastering it, and his true energy is not surging enough, so he can use it like this.

Not only was his true energy exhausted, but his physical strength was also completely overdrawn. Without three or five days of rest, he might not be able to recover.

Seeing Sima Hong approaching slowly like a god of death, Xiao Chen calmed down instead. Even if he was asked to choose again, he would not choose to lose without fighting. He would rather die in battle than bow his head.

If one lives at a stretch, why should one let oneself live so aggrieved, that kind of life is not what Xiao Chen wants, and it is meaningless to live.

Inserting the Moon Shadow Knife into the sheath, Xiao Chen prevented Ao Jiao from appearing, and was not prepared to make the other party desperate. He promised Lei Di that he would never let the Moon Shadow Knife break again, even if he died!

"Warriors are promoted to Martial Saints, and when the body is infused with spiritual energy for a long time, at the moment of feeling the world, the physical body will also become a holy body, which cannot be viewed with the eyes of ordinary warriors."

"Ordinary minor injuries can be recovered in a very short period of time, and the physical defense is several times higher than that of the peak Martial Emperor."

"Although Xiao Chen hurt the opponent, but without the root of the injury, it is futile."

"Even so, he can still be proud. With the cultivation of the Martial Emperor, he will be the only one who hurt the Martial Saint for thousands of years. It's a pity..."

Outside the Feitian Terrace, some warriors who came to watch the excitement sighed with deep regret in their eyes. Today in the Tiandao Pavilion, since no one can stop Sima Hong, Xiao Chen's ending can be imagined.

At a distance of a thousand meters, Sima Hong came to Xiao Chen in less than a hundred steps, and looked at the weak Xiao Chen on the ground, without any emotion.

"You should be proud enough to die at the hands of a Martial Saint."

With a flip of his hand, Sima Hong thrust his long sword towards Xiao Chen's heart like lightning.

boom!

Just when the sword edge was about to touch Xiao Chen's chest, a ray of blood-colored saber energy descended from the sky, stabbing towards Sima Hong's eyebrows with the intention of endless killing.

Above that saber aura, there is a surging power, as if it is formed by the power of thousands of people, and there is even a trace of the power of heaven and earth in it.

Sensing a hint of threat, Sima Hong put his sword in his hand, and cast a beam of sword light to meet him.

clang!

When the sword's edge touched the blade light, Sima Hong took three steps back? Three steps, and looked up, but it was Jiang Chi who finally arrived with two thousand elites from the Divine Sword Battalion.

Wearing strong robes, holding blood blades, and eyes icy cold, the two thousand swordsmen looked at Sima Hong without the slightest fear, only surrounded by endless killing.

Under the leadership of Jiang Chi, two thousand people formed a blood demon formation in midair, and the auras of all the people joined together to form a majestic momentum.

The wisp of sword energy just now was produced by the joint efforts of these two thousand people, and it was the first time that Sima Hong was repelled by three steps in a real sense.

Jiang Chi said in a deep voice: "Sima Hong, just leave here, and nothing happened to Tiandao Pavilion, otherwise Tiandao Pavilion will definitely make you pay a price."

Sima Hong sneered and said: "Ignorance, what price can I pay for the little Tiandao Pavilion? Today, I will let you see what the true strength of a martial saint is!"

jump!

With a sharp flick of the sole of his foot on the ground, Sima Hong came to Jiang Chi's body, and when he swung his long sword, he was about to emit sword light all over the sky, and each sword incorporated the power of heaven and earth into the sword.

Around 2,000 disciples of the Shendao Battalion drew their swords at the same time, relying on the power of the formation to gather all the power of the people on Jiang Chi.

Jiang Chi tried his best to resist with his sword, but facing Sima Hong who had used all his strength, he seemed to be dwarfed by the huge power of heaven and earth.

Clang, clang!

Sima Hong's eyes were calm, and he used all kinds of sword moves one by one. The speed became faster and stronger, and the strength became stronger and stronger, defeating Jiang Chi in the void.

The blood fiend formation composed of two thousand elites was unable to really resist the martial saint Sima Hong.

"A bullshit-like formation, dare to be presumptuous, break it!"

Sima Hong lost his patience, all the sword glows merged together, and Jiang Chi's sword shattered with a straight stab, and the long knife in his hand was directly thrown out.

The sword light entered his body, and all the accumulated injuries burst out in one breath, spitting out a big mouthful of blood, and fell weakly from the sky.

The 2,000 swordsmen from the Swordsman Camp who had been sending strength to Jiang Chi couldn't hold on at the same time, and spit out a bloody arrow, and people fell from the sky like raindrops.

After breaking the bloody formation, Sima Hong landed again, walking towards Xiao Chen with endless killing intent.

"Fight with him!"

The Supreme Elders who were originally afraid of Sima Hong's strength saw Jiang Chi and the other two thousand people fall down from the sky miserably.

Their eyes were full of hatred, and each of them displayed their strongest unique skills, bursting into the air with colorful and various sword lights, and slashed towards Sima Hong in the air.

A trace of disdain appeared on the corner of Sima Hong's mouth, and he said, "No matter how many ants there are, what's the use of it!"

Clang, clang!

The sword light flickered, and Sima Hong's footsteps didn't stop. In the face of many attacks from these people, he didn't stop in his footsteps, one step at a time.

With a single strike, those Supreme Elders had spent their entire lives studying the unique martial arts skills, and they knocked back the Supreme Elders of Tiandao Pavilion like sandbags, without the strength to fight back.

"Is this the strength of the Martial Saint? It's too terrifying. He is indeed the person at the top of the Tianwu Continent Pyramid. Even the power of a sect can't stop him."

"The Heavenly Knife Pavilion, I'm afraid it will be destroyed."

The warriors who came to watch the excitement all showed a little gloating look. The rise of Tiandao Pavilion is not a good thing for them.

"Stop him, don't let him kill Senior Brother Xiao Chen!"

The Tiandao Pavilion disciples gathered around the Feitian Terrace saw Sima Hong getting closer and closer to Xiao Chen, and their blood surged up one by one.

Unable to bear it any longer, he rushed towards Sima Hong one after another, just to stop Sima Hong's footsteps and win a chance for Xiao Chen.

"Things that are not as good as ants dare to block my way!"

Sima Hong showed an impatient look on his face, he didn't even bother to swing his long sword, so he slapped it lightly with his left hand.

The wind blows from all directions, forming strong air currents, and the disciples of Tiandao Pavilion who are rushing towards them are directly blown back a thousand meters by the strong wind.

The footsteps came from far to near, Sima Hong came to Xiao Chen again, looked at Xiao Chen coldly and said: "I never speak big words, now I know what kind of consequences your one thought will cause."

Xiao Chen's pale face was expressionless, and he just said coldly: "If I don't die, I will wash Sima's family with blood!"

"Hahaha, who can save you." Sima Hong laughed wildly when he heard the extremely ridiculous words, "Who dares to offend a martial sage to save you? Go to hell and destroy my Sima family!"

"Arrogance!"

At this moment, a cold snort came from the sky. The person who spoke seemed to be far away in the sky, but the voice seemed to be whispering in the ear of the person.

The two extremely contradictory feelings merged together, Sima Hong's complexion suddenly changed, feeling an extremely dangerous aura, he turned his head quickly.

But before he had time to react, a wooden box, as if traveling through the distance of time and space, suddenly flew towards him and hit Sima Hong's body.

Puff!

The small wooden box seemed to contain unrivaled power. Sima Hong spat out a mouthful of blood, and he flew upside down.

The wooden box stood in front of Xiao Chen with a swoosh, with four vast characters written on the front, such as the emperor's presence in person, making people afraid to look directly at it.

Sima Hong wiped away the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and roared angrily: "Pretending to be a ghost, Tianwu Continent has long since lost Emperor Wu, die to me!"

After he finished speaking, he rushed towards Xiao Chen with a more ferocious posture.

Click click click!

The four wooden boards of the wooden box fell down one by one, and a simple long knife was quietly suspended in the air.

The terrifying aura spread out from the blade like mountains and seas. In front of this aura, Sima Hong was like a drop of water in the ocean, inconspicuous.

The momentum was like a vast ocean, and it was as heavy as a mountain. Sima Hong bumped into this momentum, bounced back in a panic, and rolled on the ground several times before stopping.

"God Soldier!"

Eyes full of horror, Sima Hong thought of something, without saying a word, he waved his hand and picked up Sima Lingxuan's unconscious body, and flew out without looking back.

"Here comes the knife."

A slightly old voice sounded, and everyone raised their eyes to look, only to see an old man in gray robes flying towards him, with a simple move, the divine weapon came out of its sheath.

The Heavenly Knife Pavilion Divine Soldier, which has not been officially unsheathed for many years, will see the light of day again at this moment!

While he was in the air, the gray-robed old man opened his hand and held the magic soldier Tianyu tightly. In an instant, the entire world seemed insignificant under his feet.

If martial saints at the same level are determined to run, it will be difficult for the other side to keep the other side. At this moment, Sima Hong has already jumped ten thousand meters with Sima Lingxuan in his arms.

In the eyes of everyone, it is like a black spot in the distant sky, and it is impossible to see the trajectory of the opponent's movement in the dimness.

Holding the divine weapon, the old man swung his saber at Sima Hong in the sky, and the divine weapon suddenly burst into light, completely covering the sun's light in the daytime.

Everyone saw an unimaginable picture, night fell quietly, endless stars twinkled, and the boundless universe seemed to form a picture scroll, which spread out at this moment.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the most dazzling sun is just an inconspicuous star among the many stars at this moment. Compared with the vast universe, it is very small.