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Sikong Luoxue was slightly stunned and looked at Ye Changsheng in disbelief. She knew Ye Changsheng's style of doing things, but there were 100,000 rebels in front of her, as well as strong men from the Tiandao Palace and the Tianmo Sect.

He is alone.

This. Can he really do it?

Sikong Bi laughed wildly and said, "Ye Changsheng, is there something wrong with your brain? You want her to be the empress. Have you asked me for my consent?"

"Do I need to ask you?" Ye Changsheng said in a calm voice, raised his hand and a sword flew out, rushing towards Sikong Bi at lightning speed.

Seeing this.

Sikong Bi quickly retreated, and the two old men rushed forward and launched an attack, trying to block Ye Changsheng's attack.

A sword swung violently, passing through the body.

The attacks of the two men dissipated and they were killed instantly by a single sword strike.

Ye Changsheng's figure flashed and he rushed towards Sikong Bi at an incredible speed with endless sword power.

The ten people who were besieging Sikong Luoxue, seeing Ye Changsheng leave, were all eager to try and walked towards Sikong Luoxue.

Just at this moment.

Ye Shiwan appeared in the field and swung the huge hammer in his hand. A wave of air was like a flying dragon, blowing ten people away.

Bang.

Bang.

The sound of the explosion spread, and ten people turned into blood mist, filling the void.

Ye Shiwan turned his head and glanced at Sikong Luoxue, "Stand still, I will help the young master to beat them all."

Before Sikong Luoxue could open his mouth, he found that Ye Shiwan's figure had appeared beside Ye Changsheng like a cannonball.

Ye Changsheng said: "One hundred thousand, all of them will be killed, leaving no one alive."

Ye Shiwan's eyes fell on the two old men in the Tiandao Hall. He suddenly rushed forward, and the double hammers in his hands fell down to shake the sky.

Two hammers fell, the space shattered, and the figure of the old man from the Tiandao Hall flew backwards, retreating a full thousand feet away.

The two men struggled to steady themselves, blood spurting out of their mouths. They suddenly raised their heads and looked at Ye Shiwan in disbelief.

A monster.

How could a Xiantian realm cultivator be so terrifying? Just as the two were shocked, Ye Shiwan's figure moved forward and appeared in front of them again, raising his hand and blasting out with a hammer.

boom.

An old man from the Tiandao Temple was hit by a giant hammer. The scene was so horrific that it was indescribable.

As blood splattered on the figure, the other old man looked extremely panicked and looked at Ye Shiwan in disbelief.

Monster, I really can’t stand it.

These really are monsters!

The next moment, he turned around and ran at an incredibly fast speed, fearing that he would be a step slower and be buried under Ye Shiwan's giant hammer.

The other side.

Ye Changsheng walked forward with a sword in his hand, his white robe whistling in the wind. The terrifying sword energy lingered around his figure, and his eyes fell on Sikong Bi.

"I let Luoxue be the empress, but you seem to have a big objection!"

Sikong Bi was extremely terrified and shouted like thunder, "Kill him, all together, kill him."

At the command, the black-armored army behind him marched forward in a mighty force and killed Ye Changsheng.

laugh.

One sword can sweep the nine heavens and one sword can wipe out thousands of troops.

Ye Changsheng turned into a wisp of afterimage and rushed forward against the blood mist, with his sword pointing directly at Sikong Bi's neck.

"Who dares to object when I speak?"

As he finished speaking, he raised his hand and swung his sword, and Sikong Bi's head flew out, with blood gushing out.

Ye Changsheng turned to look at the Ninth Prince of Daxia and said calmly, "You have no objection, right?"

The Ninth Prince said, "I have an opinion."

He had been eyeing the throne of Da Xia, but the Seventh Prince had the support of the Heavenly Dao Palace. Now Ye Changsheng killed the Seventh Prince, and the strong men of the Heavenly Dao Palace were also killed.

Then the throne of Daxia must belong to him.

He himself has a strong cultivation base, is surrounded by many experts in his mansion, has an army as strong as a dragon under his command, and has the support of the Demon Sect.

Ye Changsheng only has two people. It is a huge joke to want to do anything to him.

A monstrous spiritual energy burst out from Sikong Longtian's body, and a golden spear with a dragon head appeared in his palm, pointing directly at Ye Changsheng. "Thank you for helping me get rid of the Seventh Prince. From now on, on the road to the throne of Daxia, no one can stop me."

Ye Changsheng was slightly stunned and muttered to himself, is the throne really that good?

People only know the good things about emperors, but how can they know the worries of emperors? There are three thousand beauties in the harem, and they revel every night. It's unbearable.

Ye Changsheng glanced at Sikong Longtian and said, "In this case, I can only beat you to death."

Sikong Longtian grinned and said, "Ye Changsheng, I am at the Quasi-God level. If you want to kill me, it's simply a daydream."

"Quasi-god, very strong?" Ye Changsheng said in a calm voice, and the next moment, the aura on his figure began to soar wildly.

The eighth level of the divine realm.

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The ninth level of the divine realm.

The first level of quasi-god.

Quasi-god level three.

As the sound of dragon roars resounded through the nine heavens, Ye Changsheng's cultivation level rose to the fourth level of Quasi-God. He looked towards Sikong Longtian and said, "Come, let me see how strong your Quasi-God realm is."

Sikong Longtian only had the strength of the third level of quasi-god, but in the blink of an eye, Ye Changsheng's cultivation was stronger than his, and the only realm advantage disappeared in an instant.

Seeing Sikong Longtian standing still, Ye Changsheng said, "If you don't make a move, then I will make the first move."

Swish.

A man with a sword flew through the air and attacked Sikong Longtian. The latter flew backwards and quickly ordered the army and strong men behind him to stop Ye Changsheng.

This moment.

After using the Divine and Demonic Transformation, Ye Changsheng has completely changed into a different person. With the strength of a quasi-god, he can kill the oncoming armies and strong men with just one sword.

The blue sky was dyed with blood and flying everywhere.

Ye Changsheng was like a lone hero, fighting bravely and carving out a bloody path.

A bloodthirsty killer stands at the top of the Nine Heavens, with corpses strewn all over the road to heaven. A man with a sword is proud of the world, and his invincible figure dominates the sky.

At this time, Ye Changsheng was as powerful as a god or demon, as cruel as an Asura, and extremely terrifying.

Seeing the army and strong men being killed in front of him, Sikong Longtian was trembling with fear. Ye Changsheng was really too strong.

No one could block his sword.

After a moment of silence, he turned around and leaped into the air, ready to flee from the Daxia Palace. If he stayed, he would surely become a dead soul under Ye Changsheng's sword.

Seeing Sikong Longtian trying to leave, Ye Changsheng swung the God-Slaying Sword in his hand, "One sword to defeat!"

With a sword out, the sword light was thousands of feet long and pointed directly at Sikong Longtian. He walked in the air at an incredible speed.

Despite this, the sword light continued to follow closely, with no intention of stopping.

laugh.

The sword light passed through his body and blood splattered. Sikong Longtian looked back at Ye Changsheng, crushed a talisman with his palm, and disappeared into the void.

Ye Changsheng knew that Sikong Longtian had escaped, so he did not continue to pursue him. His eyes swept across the void, "Everyone listen, surrender, or die, it's your choice."

As soon as he finished speaking, he appeared beside Sikong Luoxue in a flash, "Miss Luoxue, the crisis has been resolved, you don't have to worry."

Sikong Luoxue's eyes widened as she looked at Ye Changsheng in disbelief, "Master Ye, have you made a breakthrough to the Quasi-God level?"

Ye Changsheng restrained his aura, and the spiritual energy on his figure dissipated. His cultivation level recovered to the eighth level of the Divine Realm. "There is still a gap to the Quasi-God, but it should be soon."

At this point, he paused and continued, "Miss Luoxue, take me to your father's palace for treatment."

"I can't stay in the Great Xia Holy Court for too long, otherwise it will cause you a lot of trouble."

Sikong Luoxue looked gloomy and said, "It's all my fault. I'm weak and can't help you."

Ye Changsheng said: "What are you talking about? We are friends. Let's go and treat your father."

Sikong Luoxue took him away, and as they walked forward, a system prompt sounded in their ears.

"Ding, remind the master, we have arrived at the Great Xia Holy Court. Do you want to sign in immediately?"