Chapter 470 You are unworthy of being a warrior
"Why did Tianchui Wuzun suddenly self-destruct?"
"what happened!"
"How did Tianchui Wuzun die?"
The burly warrior and his war hammer exploded in the air, and the many warriors looking up below couldn't help but burst into exclamations.
This Sky Hammer Martial Master is a well-known young warrior in the Sun-Moon Empire. He is not even a hundred years old now. After refining a spiritual weapon clone, his cultivation has reached the late stage of Martial Master, and there is a great possibility that he will break through to the realm of Martial Saint.
By then, the Sun-Moon Empire will have another strategic-level strongman, making its position further consolidated.
Perhaps there is a chance to seize a holy weapon and develop a large vassal state.
Now, he went out to fight the enemy, but died in such an unclear manner!
Who would believe this if I told them?
The sudden death of Tianchui Wu Zun quickly attracted the attention of other Wu Saints and Wu Zun.
Faces, young or old, looked up, all with expressions of surprise.
They discovered that they did not recognize the daring warrior in the sky, and he was not a familiar face on the mainland.
But how could he possess such powerful fighting ability without showing off on a daily basis?
Could it be that some top holy nation suddenly replaced the commander of its national treasure, or some spiritual weapon commander sacrificed blood to several nations to force the advancement of the magic weapon, and now that he is full of confidence, he wants to show off his power in our Sun and Moon Empire?
Although I don't know what the other party did.
But he was able to defeat the late-stage Martial Saint Tianchui Wu Zun with one move, and even his spiritual weapon clone was blown up as well. The opponent was definitely a genuine Martial Saint, and he must have mastered the existence of the holy weapon.
Inside the palace and temple, several powerful men with a strong aura looked at each other, with strong dissatisfaction revealed in their eyes.
An old martial saint snorted coldly, flicked his sleeves suddenly, and suddenly appeared in the sky.
The long sword pointed in the distance, and the astonishingly sharp sword intent penetrated the heaven and earth, like a giant sword transformed from the scorching sun piercing into the ground from the sky, causing the temperature of the earth to rise suddenly.
The originally refreshing weather suddenly became unbearably hot.
"You bold lunatic! You dare to commit massacre in my imperial city? You must be executed!"
A powerful energy and blood burst out from the old Martial Saint's body, his hair and beard stood on end, and the surging feeling was no less than that of a young warrior.
"I am Luo Qingyun, the Great Sun Sword Saint. I have excelled in the sword art for four hundred years, and I have never slain an unknown person. Who are you? Tell me your names immediately!"
[Luo Qingyun (First Level of Godhood)]: 2400 0000/2400 0000
[Cultivation]: Martial Saint/Saint Soldier Clone·Pseudo-Commander of Arms
[Current Status]: Killing Intent, Rage, Full of Qi and Blood, Great Sun Sword Intent, Divine Weapon Protection, Weak Luck Protection
[Analysis]: The Second Priest of the Sun-Moon Empire's Worship Hall, recognized by the sacred Sun-Moon Sword, controls its emanations, achieving the status of Pseudo-Soldier, gaining some of the weapon's power and the protection of the empire's luck. Specializing in swordsmanship, he possesses unparalleled control over the power of the sun. He is now furious at your appearance.
"oh?"
Lu Wenwu became slightly interested, and the smile on his face became more intense.
"Although you are old, your swordsmanship is still sharp. It seems that even though your physical functions have begun to decline, you still want to dance."
"Stop playing tricks here!"
Luo Qingyun waved the long sword in his hand, and the sharp sword intent burst out frequently, and the aura had locked Lu Wenwu inside.
The old figure burst out with astonishing speed, exploding several sonic boom clouds in the air, dragging a ball of red turbulence, and rushing towards Lu Wenwu like a cannonball.
"You bold lunatic, why don't you just surrender?"
"boom!"
The violent roar suddenly stopped Luo Qingyun's unstoppable forward charge, and the words that had not yet been finished were muffled back in his throat.
That was just Lu Wenwu taking a step forward.
The bronze skin took on a metallic luster, and the blood and energy as vast and turbulent as the ocean began to circulate at this moment.
"boom!"
Another muffled sound made Luo Yunfei feel his heart tighten and his spirit began to tense involuntarily.
Lu Wenwu took another step forward, and golden-red dragon scale patterns faintly appeared on his body.
A dark crack appeared in the sky, like a giant beast baring its ferocious fangs.
With every step he took, the aura emanating from his body grew stronger, and spider-web-like cracks appeared in the air, spreading in all directions.
The entire city defense formation began to crumble in an instant, groaning and creaking under the heavy burden.
"Not good! Increase the power of the formation, add blood and food, and turn it to the maximum!" A martial arts master shouted loudly, suppressing the strong palpitations.
Those warriors who were almost scared silly finally reacted. They didn't even care about the blood and flesh grinding. They simply killed a large number of slaves in one go and smashed them on the city wall with one punch.
Even some civilians and soldiers who were watching the excitement nearby suffered the disaster.
The warriors, who were blood-thirsty, didn't care who was next to them. They grabbed ordinary people and killed them directly, smearing their flesh and blood on the city walls and using their flesh and blood to make bricks one after another.
The originally black iron-colored city wall seemed to suddenly come to life, and intricate blood-colored lines began to appear on it.
These lines kept wriggling, attaching strands of dark red to the city walls and connecting with the earth veins.
The mountain-like aura was majestic and powerful, and the blood-colored protective shield had turned translucent bright red, no longer as vague as before.
"boom!"
Lu Wenwu turned a deaf ear to this.
He said nothing and did nothing, just walked forward.
After only three steps, his aura had reached its peak, and his demon-like pressure bloomed without reservation. The strange black flames swayed and burned on his body, dyeing his body black.
He himself had already arrived at a position less than ten meters in front of Luo Yunfei.
It was like crossing layers of space, and also like shrinking the earth into an inch as described in ancient books.
The bones of Luo Yunfei's fingers as he gripped the Sun and Moon Sword clone turned white, and he couldn't help swallowing some saliva under his indifferent expression.
Such astonishing pressure.
Such powerful and terrifying energy and blood!
I'm afraid it's a martial god that has never appeared on the continent!
The Thirteenth Martial God? !
"The will of martial arts is lost, and it has become a lackey of the divine weapon."
Lu Wenwu's voice was not loud, and even had a slow and elegant tone.
But the sound was like a tsunami, carrying a strong wind and crushing through the city defense formation, straight into the dark and deep palace, finally making the figure sitting on the dragon throne open his eyes.
The other four Martial Saints, who had been somewhat dismissive before, revealed an unconcealable horror on their faces. The sound alone was enough to make them feel their souls trembling.
In just a moment, the four of them moved at the same time and appeared beside Luo Yunfei.
The five Martial Saints simultaneously burst out with astonishing Qi and blood, expanding their own momentum to the extreme. The five clones of the Sun and Moon Divine Swords were connected by the same Qi, linking the five people into a whole, trying to resist this terrifying Qi and blood pressure.
God of War!
He is definitely a martial god-level existence!
It is impossible for anyone to be your opponent if you fight alone.
Just when the five priests thought that their joint efforts were effective, a muffled sound suddenly erupted.
"Bang!"
It sounded like the beating of war drums and the explosion of thunder.
The five Martial Saints felt their hearts tighten at the same time, and an invisible pressure enveloped them at the same time.
It was as if a hand was tightly strangling their hearts, breathing became difficult, and the circulation of qi and blood became extremely sluggish, almost as if their meridians were naturally blocked and difficult to move.
The ancient city instantly fell silent in the sudden thunder.
It was eerily quiet, like a dead city.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
With every explosion, the invisible pressure grew stronger, and the entire Sun and Moon Imperial City trembled for a moment.
The water level of the vast moat dropped suddenly, towering buildings collapsed without warning, and the city walls, enough to make the cavalry of other countries sigh, were covered with tiny cracks.
Even the giant sculpture of the Sun and Moon Sword, a symbol of supreme imperial power, shattered and collapsed under the desperate gaze of countless people, turning into rubble on the ground.
Every warrior above the Xiantian realm turned pale as if they had suffered a serious illness, and collapsed to the ground, clutching their chests tightly.
Veins bulged on the forehead and neck, and the circulation of qi and blood was forced to speed up.
With each sound, the circulation of Qi and blood is forced to increase several times. The blood vessels on the surface of the body have already bulged high above the skin, constantly twisting and wriggling.
Among them, the five closest to Lu Wenwu are the most important.
Although their cultivation is the strongest, they also bear the most of this strange power.
The circulation of Qi and blood speeds up, which is a good thing on a daily basis.
But all good things should be done in moderation.
The powerful energy and blood of a Martial Saint, running at a speed exceeding the limit, is like an overloaded and speeding garbage king speeding on the highway, already on the brink of death.
Even if I want to stop now, it's very difficult.
Luo Qingyun, known as the Great Sun Sword Saint, seemed to have suddenly discovered something.
His expression was as if he had seen a ghost. The muscles on his red face were constantly twisted, and his eyes were bloodshot and almost popped out of their sockets.
"This is... a heartbeat! How could this be a heartbeat?!"
"What?"
"Heartbeat?"
"Second brother, are you kidding me?"
"Who the hell are you?! This is a power that no Martial God can possess!"
The five priests had different reactions, but their expressions of horror were the same.
Suppressing all the warriors in a hegemonic capital with a heartbeat, even including five martial saints and more than a dozen martial masters, is simply a fantasy!
This is completely beyond their understanding!
Lu Wenwu did not answer their question.
Just like the martial arts master known as the Sky Hammer, he treated them as air and continued to speak the second half of his sentence that he had not finished before.
"Your behavior is unworthy of being a warrior!"
Lu Wenwu spoke each word clearly, each one louder than the last.
When the last word was spoken, it was like a huge bell, striking heavily in the hearts of every warrior.
"Bang!"
The catalysis brought by the heartbeat also exploded to the extreme at this moment, and the previously accumulated suppression was completely detonated at this moment.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Explosions were heard one after another at the same time, and a pool of blood seemed to appear on the ground.
The image of the entire city was distorted in the thick and sticky blood mist, and the ancient city walls that were tens of meters high collapsed along with the formation that was made of the flesh and blood of countless people.
The chest, dantian and iron plates of the innate strong man wearing armor were all blown out with huge wounds, and his gray pupils reflected the collapsed city walls.
The blood core that condensed the life's blood of a martial arts master exploded, and his limbs burst like ripe berries, shattering the divine weapon clones that he had already controlled. The flying metal and bone fragments sank into the half of the stone lion behind him.
The clear moat was dyed blood red.
The broken limbs and undigested flesh and blood were all absorbed into it, and together with the civilians whose names were lost, they became part of the city defense.
With just one strike, all the Xiantian and Wu Zun warriors in the city were killed, and seventy to eighty percent of the warriors in the lower three realms were killed or injured.
Only mortals were not affected at all.
Above the sky, five priests with the level of Martial Saints were also covered in blood, with huge wounds on their chests and abdomens.
Drops of blood like gemstones dripped from the air, reflecting half of the intestine casing hanging in the rubble - it was the casing that broke out after the body of a martial arts master exploded, and the lower half of the body was still connected.
Amidst the squirming of flesh and blood, a bony old hand tore open the intestines and dug fiercely in the rubble, ignoring the bloody flesh and the still warm corpse.
"Mine, this is mine!"
A dark-skinned old man who looked to be over fifty years old had greed and excitement in his eyes. The blood and energy of the peak meridian forging power burst out from his body, and he suddenly picked up the piece of metal hidden underneath.
It was a large half of a war spear with a spear head, a broken pseudo-spiritual weapon!
The old man laughed loudly and stabbed the spear tip into the broken half of Wu Zun's body. The spear, which had been broken into half, was wriggling and repairing itself at an astonishing speed, growing back the missing part.
"Haha! The divine weapon recognizes me! I knew I was a person with great luck. I will achieve the innate state."
“Puff.”
The old man's voice stopped abruptly, and he lowered his head in disbelief, looking at the half sword tip sticking out from his chest.
The qi and blood in the body flowed away rapidly as if they had an outlet.
As soon as he tilted his head, all life energy disappeared.
Behind him, the young Vein-Forging Warrior who had stabbed the old man to death sneered, held the repaired spear with disdain, and kicked the old man's body away.
Afterwards, his own aura rose layer by layer, and in an instant he was elevated to the innate realm.
Feeling the power filling his body, the young warrior could no longer hold back and let out a few equally excited laughs.
Soon, he stopped, licked his lips, cautiously prepared for battle, and looked around.
At the same time, he did not forget to pierce the spear into the old man's body and devour his blood.
Looking at the crowd in panic and the confused surviving warriors mixed in the crowd, the young man who had already entered the innate realm sneered again, and greed appeared in his eyes.
Mine, all mine!
It seemed that in his eyes, there were no longer warriors or mortals, let alone the human race.
All that was left in his eyes were walking blood sacrifices one after another.
(End of this chapter)
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