C322 Pseudo-dragon-slaughtering knife

"Alright, I'll fight with you!"

Xie Qingzhe's face sank, his eyes stared straight at Zhan Tianming, and his battle intent rose.

Zhan Tianming maintained his indifferent smile.

Seeing the expression on Zhan Tianming's face, Xie Qingzhe did not dare underestimate him. Clenching his fists slightly, the Genuine Essence in his body gently stirred and like a flying dragon, he began to run wildly through his meridians.

The golden Genuine Essence appeared on the surface of his body.

Xie Qingzhe looked like a golden god of war.

At the same time, that golden dragon robe made him appear even more mighty and domineering. His divine might was unrivalled.

Zhan Tianming who had used his Dragon Soul Absolute Air, was unable to see too many Quintessential Essence Fluctuations on his body, but following his left fist, he faintly clenched his fist.

"Roar!"

A red colored Fire Dragon Shadow started to circle around his left arm.

The Dragon'S Roar shook the skies.

Zhan Tianming's hair and clothes fluttered without any wind, making him look extremely handsome.

"Ha!"

Xie Qingzhe shouted.

He raised his right fist and punched out towards the skies.

"Dragon-Battling Fist!"

Suddenly, a golden fist shadow blasted out from his fist that was as hard as iron, expanded in the air even though it had been blown by the wind, and in an instant, it had turned into a fist that was ten meters long, smashing straight towards Zhan Tianming.

"Nine Dragons Fist!"

Zhan Tianming's gaze turned cold as he similarly punched out with his fist.

The dragon shadow accompanied him, roaring like thunder.

Rumble …

Rumble …

The two fist shadows collided with each other, causing a violent wind to blow violently.

and Xie Qingzhe's figures flashed as they moved closer to each other.

Bang Bang Bang...

Bang Bang Bang...

The Fist Strength moved like the wind, and the Genuine Essence intersected.

The two fought in the air at an extremely fast speed, causing the remaining waves of Genuine Essence s to ripple outwards.

A reddish-gold color filled the sky.

"Battle Dragon Palm!"

"Nine Dragons Palm!"

Bang!

"Battle Dragon Kick!"

"Nine dragon kicks!"

Bang!

The two of them were evenly matched in terms of fighting skills, Xie Qingzhe's Genuine Essence s seemed to be a little thicker, but Zhan Tianming's technique was even more profound than his.

Rumble …

Rumble …

Some of the buildings in the palace were torn apart by the aftermath of the Genuine Essence.

Hualala …

Pieces of broken bricks and broken tiles were continuously being shot out.

"Everyone, quickly dodge."

"Everyone move five kilometers away."

"Quick, retreat!"

The Janissary Guard below all retreated outwards, forming a new encirclement five kilometers away. They all raised their heads and looked at the sky.

Xie Aoyu and Feng Wushuang also retreated far away.

Not long after, Xie Bingnuo and a few guards with decent strength from the palace rushed over to Xie Aoyu and his group's side.

Xie Bingnuo's beautiful eyes immediately fell on Feng Wushuang who was dressed in red, with a red veil covering his body, he paused for a moment before shifting his gaze from Feng Wushuang's body, and then looked at Xie Aoyu.

"Royal brother, what's going on?"

Xie Aoyu did not reply, he only stared at the sky.

Xie Bingnuo's beautiful eyes also swept over.

"It's him?" And there's even royal father? "

Xie Bingnuo was startled.

She never would have thought that Zhan Tianming would actually start fighting with her father.

Immediately, her gaze swept towards the guards beside her.

"What are you all waiting for? Go and protect the emperor!"

Before those guards could move, Xie Aoyu had already opened his mouth to stop them: "There's no need."

"Royal brother …"

"Royal sister, this is a fair battle. No one needs to interfere."

"But …"

"No buts."

Xie Bingnuo frowned, but did not make a move in the end.

Moreover, with her current strength, she indeed wouldn't be able to interfere in such a battle.

It floated in mid-air!

Just this rule alone was enough to render her powerless.

Within the void.

Rumble …

Rumble …

The Genuine Essence intersected, the strong wind blowing berserk.

"Humph!" "Kid surnamed Zhan, I will not lose to you."

After exchanging a hundred moves with Zhan Tianming, Xie Qingzhe was shocked beyond belief. He could not believe that Zhan Tianming's Boxing s, palm techniques, leg techniques, finger techniques and other similar aspects had all reached such a profound realm.

"Could it be that he has already cultivated so many martial skills to the Perfection Stage?"

Xie Qingzhe did not dare believe it.

But the more he fought, the more shocked he became.

Zhan Tianming's strength, was countless times stronger than someone of the same level of Martial Practitioner.

"Kid, I'll let you have a taste of my strength!"

Whoosh!

A ray of golden blade light cut out from Xie Qingzhe's hand, slashing past the hair on Zhan Tianming's forehead.

After Zhan Tianming dodged the blade light that suddenly appeared, he focused.

Xie Qingzhe was holding a heavy blade in his hand, the back of the blade even had a dancing Divine Dragon, the Divine Dragon's body penetrated the entire blade, from the blade tip to the handle, forming a perfect shape.

Golden blade lights continued to spill out.

"Check."

Item: Dragon Slaying Sabre (fake)

Level: Earth Scale

Description: Imitated from the True Dragon Slaying Sabre in the hands of the Sky Wind Country Grand Ancestor. 90% similar in appearance, its strength is only one ten thousandth of the True Dragon Slaying Sabre. It possesses a sliver of the Dragon Slaying power.

Note: The damage of this knife will be increased by 1%.

"So that's how it is."

Zhan Tianming suddenly understood.

As for the additional 1% damage, he completely ignored it.

Very quickly, Zhan Tianming put the Blood Corpse's Netherworld Claw on his hand.

The Froze Tyrant Blade s and other weapons were only Xuan Level weapons, upon meeting the fake Dragon Slaying Sabre in Xie Qingzhe's hands, they would instantly be chopped apart.

Right now, only the Blood Corpse Netherworld Claw was comparable to the fake Dragon Saber.

After wearing the Blood Corpse's Nether Claw, Zhan Tianming felt like he was barehanded, but Xie Qingzhe still did not dare to underestimate him. His gaze suddenly turned cold.

"Kid, take this from me!"

He brandished his blade and slashed out wildly.

A golden blade qi cut through the air, flying towards Zhan Tianming.

Zhan Tianming exerted force with his claws.

Nine Dragons Claw!

"Hu Chi!"

Five sharp claw marks appeared in the air, tearing apart that golden Bladeqi.

Taking advantage of this, Xie Qingzhe advanced quickly.

Swish!

Her figure appeared behind Zhan Tianming and she swung her blade.

"Dragon Slash!"

With a whoosh, the fake Dragon Slaying Sabre slashed a horrifying vacuum saber mark in the air, and the surrounding air was quickly repelled.

Zhan Tianming turned around, and his right hand directly grabbed at the fake Dragon Slaying Sabre that was slashing at him.

Nine Dragons Claw!

Clang!

His five fingers tightly gripped the fake Dragon Slaying Sabre.

Xie Qingzhe's gaze turned cold.

His arm shook suddenly, and the fake Dragon Slaying Sabre immediately released a strong force, shaking Zhan Tianming's hand away. After that, the fake Dragon Slaying Sabre slashed out crazily, instantly forming hundreds of blade qi that slashed at Zhan Tianming from different angles.

Zhan Tianming waved his claws around like a blur.

One after another, the blade aura was crushed by his five claws.

Xie Qingzhe seemed to have already guessed this long ago, and after the last wave of blade Qi came out, his body moved at the same time.

The fake Dragon Slaying Sabre in his hand chopped down with the last saber Qi.

The golden light from the blade instantly expanded until it was so bright that one couldn't even open their eyes.

Xie Qingzhe's figure seemed to have completely disappeared within the golden light, only hearing his heavy shout.

"Lose for This Emperor!"