The overwhelming will of Pei Ran was directed at Li Daoqiang.
It seems to be flowing in an endless stream, and it will never be able to continue.
Li Daoqiang's eyes tilted further and became a little indifferent, as if he didn't care: "Let's take action."
Wang Xianzhi didn't have any unnecessary words, just like his fists, they were as concise and powerful.
The next moment Li Daoqiang agreed, he punched.
There is no need to build momentum, he is always at his peak.
He can throw this peak punch at any time.
Between heaven and earth, a blue sea suddenly appeared, setting off endless turbulent waves.
In an instant, many immortals looked at him sideways.
Look sideways at this punch.
He was even more concerned about how far the strongest martial artist in this realm could be forced out with one punch.
Everyone present is deeply curious and looking forward to it.
Li Daoqiang knew this very well and he didn't want to give them any chance.
So he waved it away.
It seemed to be swayed by the wind, as if it was a wave of the hand, as if it was a natural movement.
"Peng!"
There was an explosion in the sunny sky, endless power poured into the surrounding area, and the blue sky seemed to be broken.
Wang Xianzhi's body seemed to have been hit hard, and the power of the ocean was cut off, and it was like a meteor falling into the distance.
Wang Xianzhi, who had dominated the world for a century in Emperor Wu's city, was defeated.
It was a miserable defeat, without any suspense.
The defeat left countless people shaken and dumbfounded.
The fight between the immortals seemed to have stopped for a moment, and their eyes flashed with strange colors.
"It's your turn."
Li Daoqiang ignored it, took back his hand, looked at Ying Zheng, and said calmly.
Ying Zheng's brows had been furrowed at some point, and his palm was holding the hilt of the sword at his waist with great force.
Shen Ning uttered one word: "Please."
"Zeng~!"
The long sword is unsheathed, with the blade facing down.
"Wind! Wind! Wind!"
Outside Xianyang, hundreds of thousands of troops suddenly made a shocking noise.
Unmoving like a mountain, moving like thunder.
The iron-blooded momentum was like a vast smoke, rising against the trend. Only them and Buzeng were frightened by the scene just now.
The fighting spirit is even more intense.
It seems that everything that stands in front of them will be destroyed by them.
A burly old man walked out of the army, holding a sword in his hand, a sword that was as conspicuous as the scorching sun under the white snow or the light of the lamp in the darkness.
The murderous aura and evil spirit that are so strong that it cannot be expressed in words are not like anything in the human world at all.
The long sword was waved in the hands of the veteran general, and hundreds of thousands of Qin's most elite troops moved with it, all concentrated in this sword.
The substantial murderous aura and evil spirit turned this world into a world of killing.
Everyone's Taoist charm and temperament in the Immortal Realm are completely covered up without any light.
As fast as lightning, this sword slashed out without any fancy.
The sky and the earth are pale.
In all the eyes, only this most tragic, most surging, uncontrollable murderous aura like a wild beast was left.
"good."
Li Daoqiang praised sincerely.
He raised his palm to block the sword.
"Bang~!"
The space exploded, and the second dimension seemed to be unstable.
But the unruly murderous aura was still calmed and extinguished in this palm.
"What a tiger and wolf master of the Great Qin Dynasty. I have seen it. He is well-deserved." Li Daoqiang spoke with approval, feeling that a trace of passionate fighting spirit was aroused and he became really interested.
His perception was correct. With this large army alone, no one in the two realms could defeat him except him.
"Come again."
In front of the army, the veteran general's eyes widened and his hair and beard were bulging.
Just like the real blood surged, hundreds of thousands of fighting lions, the murderous aura that had been accumulated for a long time, and the momentum of the military formation that contained the principles of heaven and earth were poured out without any reservation.
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The long sword was raised, and it slashed out without leaving any room for death or life.
Compared to the previous sword, this sword was more decisive, more ferocious and ferocious.
Li Daoqiang changed his gaze at this moment.
Because at the same moment, Ying Zheng moved.
The sword tip was raised and pointed directly at Li Daoqiang.
As the sword edge was raised, a black divine dragon seemed to raise its head in Xianyang City.
Yangtian roared.
"Ang~!"
The thick dragon roar exploded across the sky and earth, turning into billowing invisible power and pouring into Ying Zheng's body.
The power that was originally just reaching the human-immortal level has no limit and is rising crazily.
The power of luck!
Li Daoqiang was slightly shocked. This was the first time besides himself that he had seen someone use the power of luck like this.
"Let me see how powerful you are in trying to overwhelm Great Qin."
Ying Zheng's narrow eyes were raised, filled with a gradually becoming more and more substantial madness. He drank coldly and raised the sword desperately.
Because he knew that he only had this chance to make the most of his sword.
He must use all his strength to grasp this sword, even if he uses words that he is not good at.
Li Daoqiang understood, and Ying Zheng was motivating him to take the sword.
He didn't care and had no intention of evading.
These two people inspired him to really take action.
"I'll help you."
After speaking three words slowly, Li Daoqiang took action.
There is nothing fancy, just lift and press with one palm.
In the palm of his hand, indescribable power gathered, solidified, and exploded again.
Like one world, one sun.
Covers everything.
"Boom~!"
The bright light shone in the sky of Xianyang City, eclipsing hundreds of miles in radius.
The pitch-black black hole appeared in two layers, as if it had been broken and collapsed twice.
Faintly, it seems that two different scenery can be seen in the two black holes.
"Ang~!"
At this time, a faint dragon roar fell, and many people in Xianyang City felt a sense of sadness.
"His Majesty!"
"His Majesty!"
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Many people realized something and stared at the horrific scene above, exclaiming and crying.
The three people from the Three Kingdoms were the first to react. Their faces were gloomy and uncertain, and they were about to leave without saying a word.
"It's better to stay." Tuoba Bodhisattva's eyes were sharp, and all the power he had been suppressing until now was unleashed, blasting towards Zhao Huangchao.
Another place.
"Lost, still lost." Xunzi sighed, put away all his strength, and stood there silently like an ordinary serious old man.
"Stop fighting?" Chuanying asked curiously, then stopped.
"I never know how to fight." Xunzi said seriously.
Chuanying felt a little weird, but he still had respect for this sage, so he didn't want to take action: "Then you won't leave?"
"Where can we go?" Xunzi asked, as if the old god was there, waiting for something.
Chuanying understands, indeed, where can a person like Xunzi go?
Have roots and a home.
Can't get away.
Also staying are Bei Mingzi, Donghuang Taiyi, Guiguzi, Wei Liao, and the man who is still entangled with Long Da.
As for those under the immortals, some surrendered while others fought to the death.
No matter what, the city inside and outside Xianyang was still plunged into a layer of blood.
(Chapter One.)
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