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The sword was extremely fierce, and the gravel on the ground was squeezed away by the invisible energy, and long knife marks appeared. A thin black knife mark of unfathomable depth rushed into Zhang Jun, trying to break Zhang Jun in half, with nothing in his hands. All Zhang Jun could do was his hands and look like a blade, making the final futile move.

Before the sword wind came, a thin blood mark broke silently on Zhang Jun's face. It was caused by the violent sword energy that appeared casually by the Evil Emperor. Zhang Jun could even clearly see the evil smile of the Evil Emperor who was long sleeves on the opposite side constantly magnified in his pupils.

Just as death was about to break up, Zhang Jun was completely unable to make any moves to resist. At this time, Zhang Jun realized that the gap between the levels was so big that he, who was one step away from reaching the Black Iron level, could not even catch the other party's move!

But at this moment, the face of the Evil Emperor, who was originally full of confidence, suddenly solidified. The face of the Evil Emperor, whose forehead was full of wrinkles, suddenly became a ball. The sharp light in his eyes suddenly looked at the sky, and a loud roar. The empty sleeves of his arms suddenly rose without wind. With the influx of internal force, it is no different from the essence and iron, and it is easy to open the gold and crack the stone.

But the next moment, the cuffs that broke through the air suddenly burst and dissipated, turning into countless pieces of cloth and falling down. In front of Zhang Jun, the first evil emperor, the founder of the magic sword, who was just now arrogant, suddenly retreated. Just as he had just retreated, a long sword in front of Zhang Jun was about to come from the sky, rubbing the evil emperor's scalp and inserting it into the ground.

Just now, it was this sword that destroyed all the sword energy and forced the First Evil Emperor to retreat. The sword body was squarely inserted into the ground and ran across between Zhang Jun and the Evil Emperor. The sharpness was not obvious, the sword spine was smooth, and it didn't look like a peerless magic weapon at all. Instead, it was like a ruler standing between heaven and earth to measure the justice of people's hearts.

"Why do you have to force others to do anything?" Wuming's voice came from behind Zhang Jun. Wuming's voice came from Zhang Jun's ear, but he still did not relax his vigilance. His eyes were fixed on the First Evil Emperor in front of him. At this time, the First Evil Emperor's sleeves were broken with his shoulders. The uneven broken mouth seemed to have been gnawed by a wild wolf, and he looked a little embarrassed.

But the Evil Emperor didn't care about this at all. Instead, he looked at Wuming coldly and said coldly: "Wuming, I didn't expect you to be a part of it. I just want an heir. Do you even want to interfere in this?"

"Brother Evil, it seems that you are still persistent!" Wuming shook his head, walked to Zhang Jun to block the Evil Emperor, and then said, "Brother Evil Emperor, since Brother Zhang is not willing, why bother to force others to do so?"

"Hmph! Wuming, if you want to meddle in other people's business, you have to see if you are qualified enough!" Before he finished speaking, the evil emperor's hair, half of each black and white, instantly turned into snow-white, and the black aura was surging around his body. The magic sword was a magical energy and stormed at Wuming, as if thousands of ghosts and evil spirits. The demons danced among the demons and rushed towards Wuming. This kind of spiritual oppression alone could instantly break the heart.

But now, he was facing Wuming, known as Wuming, the sword of the sky. Its name is not an idiotic name for martial arts myth. As soon as the sword in the demonic energy was completed, Wuming's eyes burst out with a burst of splendor, and he thought to himself that it was not good. The Evil Emperor is now out of control and into a demon. If he cannot be curbed in time, he will definitely be completely into a demon.

At this critical moment, Wuming's body was full of energy, holding the long sword inserted on the ground in his hand, just a simple stab, and a sense of sorrow and hatred was beyond words. Zhang Jun behind Wuming felt a sense of sadness and grief of the autumn wind just appeared and all things withered. It kept gushing out from his heart. There was no source, and it was very very. It was the inexplicable grief in Wuming's sword technique. Before the move was completed, the intention first showed the superb skill artistic conception of martial arts mythology.

Zhang Jun's heart suddenly burst into a murderous intent under this sword intent. Qiu Feng Xiao Sha, and murderous intent suddenly arose. After practicing the Chinese martial arts, Zhang Jun has already found that his realm is far better than them. The reason why he cannot fight against martial arts masters who have learned martial arts is entirely because he has no internal strength. Once he fights with them, in front of their actual internal energy, Zhang Jun's hidden power cannot effectively confront them and can only fall into the innate world.

Feng. However, in contrast, the realm of those who practice national arts is more profound than that of warriors of the same realm. It can be said that the so-called martial arts masters that Zhang Jun saw in the cell of Wushen Jue Palace, besides Wuming and Bu Jingyun, are all ordinary people. Most of them are bound by fame and fortune in the world and cannot improve their own martial arts artistic conception. Apart from martial arts that can turn the world around, there is no difference between them and ordinary people, which disappoints Zhang Jun.

However, Zhang Jun himself practiced national arts and his spiritual realm was far superior to that of the martial arts master in the dream world. At this time, he was stimulated by Wuming and the Evil Emperor with the same spiritual mood. The murderous intent in his heart automatically defended and drove Wuming's sword intent out of his heart, making Zhang Jun no longer feel that inexplicably sad. But at the same time, Zhang Jun was infected by the murderous intent and was even more irritating than an irritable ferocious beast. I believe that as long as there is a little more stimulation, it will immediately hurt people. Zhang Jun has now used almost all his reason to suppress the tyrannical murderous intent in his heart.

At the same time, the confrontation between Wuming and the Evil Emperor also came to a different result. Wuming's previous Yu Du had not eliminated, and the skill of Jue Wushen was only one or two percent remaining. After the first Evil Emperor broke his arm, his skill was greatly reduced. Now the two can be said to be half a pound, but in the end the battle between the two was due to the breaking of the Evil Emperor's hair.

"Okay! It is worthy of being the name of the Heavenly Sword. I am very curious. What kind of power will it be if your sword achieves the realm of the Demon Sword of the Absolute Killing Dao!" The Evil Emperor looked at the white hair falling to the ground in front of him, and murmured to himself after a while.

"Everyone has their own way, and they don't plan for each other. Your devil's way is completely different from the way of heaven and earth. Since the Evil Emperor has broken his arm and abandoned his sword, how can't he completely let go of himself and welcome a new life?" Wuming advised bitterly. Both of them have similar skills, but the paths they chose are completely opposite. Wuming has known the first evil emperor's natural posture for a long time. He can't bear to continue to make mistakes. He knew that he might not be able to persuade him, but he still advised the other party to turn back.

"Hmph! Ignorance, I want to see how you save this person. His demonic nature has been planted. After a long time, he will naturally change his temperament. Sooner or later he will fall into the devil's path. It's better to let me give it to him the devil sword and let him fulfill my wish. This is useless. He will sooner or later ask me to teach him the devil sword. I will see how you stop it!" The first evil emperor looked at Zhang Jun behind Wuming, snorted unwillingly, used his light skills to escape, leaving Wuming with a silent sigh.

"Thank you, Senior Wuming, for helping me!" Zhang Jun said with his fists, but Wuming frowned and looked at Zhang Jun. Then an inexplicable feeling appeared in his eyes, which made Zhang Jun's heart beat like a beating. He thought that this guy would not think of killing someone to silence him! Although it shouldn't be like this according to Wuming's temperament, and Zhang Jun's own artistic conception of killing alone did not respond. It seems that Wuming really has no malice to him.
Chapter completed!