In the dark gold hand, Duke Zhen Guo's physical body has been completely condensed and formed, and the infinite physical power spreads within the body like turbulent sea water.
"What a despicable villain, how dare you attack me secretly!"
The Duke of Zhen Guo let out a shocking roar, his whole body radiated with golden light, and terrifying power surged out of his body, trying to open up the confining power of the dark gold hand.
Based on the information detected by his spiritual sense, this power of confinement is not very strong. With his current rapid advancement of strength, this power of confinement cannot be broken at once.
When he rushes out from this big hand, he can use this sneak attack to establish his power and let him taste the wrath of a martial saint!
"boom!"
The power of the Martial Saint was like a torrent, attacking in all directions without restraint.
However, the dark gold light that had just hit the dark gold hand was merged into the dark gold light silently, as if it was acknowledging one's ancestors.
"this……"
Duke Zhen Guo was stunned for a moment. He had expected many situations, including being unable to break through the imprisonment of the dark gold hand, but he never expected to encounter such a strange situation.
"Why are you still dazed? Come here and pour wine for Pindao!"
At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from not far away, which made Duke Zhen suddenly wake up and startle him immediately.
"It turns out that it was Senior Martial Saint who summoned me. Just call me and I will come by myself. Why do you need to call me here in person?"
The Duke of Zhen, who was aggrieved just now and was determined to kill the despicable villain, turned his head and saw He Pingan lying on the stone bed. His straight waist instantly hunched over, and he turned to He Pingan with a poop. Walk aside.
"My lord, help me..."
Emperor Longqing, who was fighting fiercely with Zhang San, was overjoyed when he saw Duke Zhen Guo suddenly appear, and called Duke Zhen Guo repeatedly.
"Your Majesty..."
When Duke Zhenguo heard Emperor Longqing's call, he paused in his forward steps. His spiritual sense had already sensed the situation in the octagonal cage, and he was about to ask, but He Ping'an had already spoken.
"Pour wine!"
Hearing the unquestionable voice of He Pingan's mother, Zhen Guo Gong's heart suddenly thumped. He didn't dare to hesitate anymore. He walked forward quickly, bowed slightly to He Pingan, then picked up the wine bottle and gave it to He Pingan. Heping poured a full glass.
"The Duke...the Duke..."
The voice of Emperor Longqing kept coming to his ears, but the dignified Duke stood motionless beside the stone bed like a well-behaved little maid, as if he didn't hear it.
Duke Zhen Guo knew in his heart that even if he broke through to the realm of the Martial Saint, the gap in strength between him and He Ping'an, who could confront the Demon Emperor's clone head-on, would be immeasurable.
If this was seen by outsiders, it would be an astonishing scene.
"stop……"
He Pingan picked up the wine glass and drank it all. Then he looked at Duke Zhen with a smile and asked, "Someone called you, why didn't you answer?"
Can you put me on the line?
Duke Zhenguo cursed in his heart, but on the surface he said with great respect: "With seniors here, we have no right to speak."
Hearing this, He Ping'an couldn't help but smile: "You kid, you are quite interesting."
"You know what Long Qing means when he calls you, and I know it too."
He Pingan directly pointed out their thoughts, and then continued: "But you know, that boy also has a close relationship with me."
"If you are asked to intervene, can I, my junior brother, also intervene in this matter?"
While speaking, He Ping'an waved one hand, and saw a huge crack automatically opened in the dark gold rune space above. A white figure, wrapped in a mysterious aura, fell from the air and came to the stone bed.
The figure gradually turned from virtual to real, and it was a handsome young man wearing a white robe.
"Senior brother."
The man in white robe stood beside the stone bed and saluted He Ping'an slightly.
"Luo Xianzun!"
Seeing the man in white robe, the Duke of Zhen was not very familiar with it, so he heard the following
Zhang San in the square octagonal cage began to shout loudly.
"Luo Xianzun?"
The Duke of Zhen Guo thought for a moment and then remembered a legend about the Black Tiger Army that his men had collected.
It is said that there is a mysterious master in the Black Tiger Army. Few people have seen this person, but everyone in the Black Tiger Army has his memorial tablet.
As long as you worship sincerely, there will be unexpected benefits.
Even among Daxuan folk, many people enshrine the tablets of this Luo Xianzun.
Now it seems that he is the person in front of him.
Duke Zhen Guo carefully looked at the person in front of him and found that his spiritual sense could not detect the reality of this person.
It seems like the person is standing here, but his aura is ethereal, as if he will leave at any time.
What's more important is that the aura surrounding him is extremely mysterious, unlike any other Taoist monks.
But the aura of a martial artist is completely different from that of a Confucian cultivator.
Could it be...
The Duke of Zhen's heart was moved, and when he contacted the legend about this person, he immediately guessed it.
"Shinto monk!"
Four words immediately jumped out of Zhen Guogong's heart, and his face was full of disbelief.
Since the fall of Daqian, there have been no Shinto monks for many years.
No wonder he was so surprised.
"You are quite knowledgeable, kid."
He Ping'an said with a smile, then pointed to Luo Xianzun next to him and introduced: "This is Pindao's junior brother, Luo Xiang, who majors in Shinto."
"I have met Luo Xianzun."
After Zhen Guogong and He Pingan's clones saluted each other, He Pingan continued: "Since you are all here, come here and see how they perform."
"Winning or losing is up to them."
Hearing that He Ping'an had made a decision, Zhen Guogong did not dare to say anything more. As for the clone on the side, naturally he would not say much.
Seeing that his call was ignored, Zhang San also learned about his duel with Emperor Longqing. Luo Xianzun could no longer provide any help, so he restrained himself and started a fight with Emperor Longqing.
With both sides losing hope of outside help, the battle in the octagonal cage has now reached a fever pitch.
Both sides exchanged punches, leaving deep scars on each other's body. Even Emperor Longqing's dragon robe was slightly torn, but both of them gritted their teeth and persisted, not daring to relax at all.
However, as the fighting time continued to extend, the two people's true energy was almost dry.
After all, their cultivation at this time is limited to the ninth level. Although with their mastery of realms and skills, they can exert their strength above the seventh level with the least amount of real energy, they cannot avoid the loss of real energy.
Just after the two sides exchanged blows again, they both retreated several feet at the same time, staring at each other fiercely, calming down the heavy breathing in their chests, and trying their best to squeeze the last ray of true energy in their bodies.
"Haha, it depends on this blow!"
He Pingan said with a smile.
The clones of Duke Zhen Guo and Luo Xianzun also nodded in unison. They could all see that the real energy in their bodies was completely exhausted at this time. After this blow, the two of them could no longer launch any harmful attacks.
"Ho!"
Zhang San breathed out a rough breath, then a cold light flashed from his eyes, he twisted his waist and turned around, kicked his feet heavily on the ground, his figure instantly turned into an afterimage, and rushed towards Emperor Longqing like lightning.
There seemed to be a starlight flashing above the fist.
Emperor Longqing had also adjusted to the best condition at this time. Knowing that this was the critical moment for a decisive victory, the true energy circulated in the body in a special trajectory for a week, and finally turned into a golden light and attached to his fists.
Emperor Longqing nodded with satisfaction. Although it was only a trace of the power of the Emperor's Heaven-Breaking Technique, when it appeared at the ninth level, it was an absolute killer.
"boom!"
As the two sides collided, golden light and starlight collided, and an astonishing loud noise instantly spread throughout the Octagon.
Then I saw Zhang San and Emperor Longqing flying like flying stones.
A parabola passed through the air, and then fell heavily.
"Click..."
The two fell from mid-air and fell to the ground motionless. Their clothes had been completely torn to pieces by the aftermath. No part of their bodies was intact. Their hands were also torn and torn. It was obvious that they could no longer fight.
"Both sides suffer..."
The Duke of Zhen Guo murmured to himself, but he did not expect that it would end like this.
"Senior, neither side has the strength to fight at this time. Can this junior bring the Holy One for treatment?"
Seeing that the result had come out, the Duke of Zhen couldn't help but ask.
He Ping'an pondered for a moment and was about to agree, but his consciousness suddenly detected something, and he couldn't help but shook his head and said, "Wait a little longer..."
