[Eight hundred and sixty-eighth chapter Valkyrie projection]
As for Song Yan’s order, a group of martial arts masters would naturally not disobey, and they flew out one after another, joining forces to attack Nian Yi, Chu Huaixian, and Zhang Jiangkun.
Before, the army was defeated, and the three of Nian Yi knew that they could not return to the sky, so they abandoned the army and fled, and then went to Misty Cliff, hoping to be sheltered by the god of war.
At first, Wushen Miwu ignored them at all, but on the second day when Song Yan established the Great Wu Empire, Wushen Miwu personally received the three of them and accepted them as servants of Wushen.
This made the three of them ecstatic, and what they didn’t expect was that the fog god actually offered to let them deal with Song Yan, fearing that they were not strong enough, and even sent two of his apprentices out.
Although Nian Yi and the three did not know that the Martial God would suddenly intervene in the affairs of the human race, they did not think too much about it, and soon sneaked into the Shengjing with the two disciples of the misty Martial God.
He also planned to attack Song Yan after he ascended the throne.
Because at that time Song Yan’s power, fame, and life would reach the peak, and pushing him down from the peak would make him more painful and unacceptable.
But they never dreamed that the current Song Yan had become so bold, even if the will of the god of war was disdainful.
“Boom boom boom!”
A series of bursts of energy sounded, and under the siege of dozens of Martial Saints, the three of Nian Yi were beaten and retreated, and all of them suffered injuries.
“Master Qingya, Master Qingsong, save us!” Nian Yi shouted in panic.
When the two middle-aged people saw this scene, they were all furious, because this Huang Liang dared to go against the will of the master, and based on this, they could not spare them.
“Qing Song, did you shoot, or did I shoot?” Qing Ya said.
“Come on, let this arrogant guy see the skills of a true disciple of the Martial God!”
As soon as the words fell, Qingsong’s body suddenly rose to the sky, and immediately, a surging and invincible sword light that was several dozen meters long slashed down from the sky.
“Whoa!”
The void is like a rag, and a huge ravine is torn apart in an instant.
And the dozens of Martial Saints who were attacking Nian Yi and the three all felt a crisis of life and death, and subconsciously pulled their hands and stepped back.
“boom!”
The cyan sword light fell on the altar, and suddenly, the entire altar was cracking continuously, and huge cracks appeared, crumbling, and it might collapse at any time.
And the dozens of Martial Saints all looked horrified. The power of that sword was too strong. If they retreated a little bit slower just now, they would become dead souls under the sword.
The ease holding a cyan long sword, like a weightless feather, slowly landed on the ground of the altar.
He looked at Song Yan proudly, and said disdainfully, “Huang Liang, give you one more chance, kneel down and obey the order, otherwise don’t blame me for killing me!”
“I am the Son of Heaven, what qualifications does a mere martial god have to make me kneel!”
Facing the vibration of the altar, Song Yan, who was sitting on the dragon chair, was unusually calm.
Hearing this, both the Martial Saints and the civil and military officials suddenly changed their colors. How could His Majesty look down on the Martial Gods so much? You must know that the Martial Gods have already separated from the realm of human beings. Martial God contends.
When Qingsong heard that Song Yan actually added the word “district” in front of Wushen, the murderous intention in his eyes rose, and he gritted his teeth and said: “Okay! Very good! You still dare to speak hard now, if that’s the case, then don’t blame me Qing. A certain way for heaven! Look at the sword!”
As soon as the voice fell, the long sword in Qing Song’s hand was cut out…
“boom!”
A heart-pounding surging invincible sword light appeared again, and in an instant it came to the top of Song Yan’s head.
“His Majesty!”
Seeing this scene, everyone panicked, and the Martial Saints flew forward one by one, but the sword light was too fast, I am afraid that before they jumped close, His Majesty was already smashed to pieces by the sword light.
“I am the Son of Heaven, and my words are the will of God. You, a disciple of the Martial God, dare to talk about doing things for the heavens in front of me. It’s really a joke!”
Just when everyone thought that Song Yan would surely die, his unhurried voice suddenly sounded, and then everyone saw an extremely shocking scene, only to see him slowly raising his palm, facing the terrifying sword energy. One catch.
Suddenly, a huge golden palm shadow appeared in the void.
“Kakkaka!”
The palm shadow wrapped the sword energy into it, and then a shattering sound sounded.
The shadow is still there! The sword qi disappeared!
“This… how is this possible? How can you block my sword?”
Qing Song looked at the golden palm in shock. Although he didn’t use all his strength for the sword just now, the long sword in his hand was a spiritual treasure refined by his master, which could at least increase his attack power dozens of times. , didn’t you see, dozens of Martial Saints didn’t dare to take his sword, but the guy in front of him who was only in the middle stage of the Great Grandmaster dismissed his sword lightly!
“Nothing is impossible!” Song Yan’s voice sounded again: “I said that I am the Son of Heaven, and I am recognized by this world, so I represent thousands of human races, how can you be a martial arts disciple who can hurt you? Got it?”
“Impossible! I don’t believe it! Take my sword again!”
“boom!”
Qingsong slammed his sword and slashed again.
The breath of this sword light is more terrifying, more powerful, and more invincible.
At this moment, the golden palm shadow floating above Song Yan’s head moved again, and lightly grabbed the sword qi, and the sword qi shattered inch by inch.
“Go to hell!”
Seeing that his sword qi was broken again, Qingsong slashed out nine sword qi frantically, and that super strong breath seemed to shatter the world!
“Humph!”
A cold snort emanated from Song Yan’s nose, and then the golden palm shadow moved again, accompanied by a sound of “Ka Ka Ka”, all the nine sword qi shattered. The opponent’s body was smashed hundreds of meters away and fell to the ground, but a human-shaped pothole was hit, causing Qingsong to sink into it.
“Ahhhh! Asshole, I’m going to kill you!”
A hysterical voice sounded, Qingsong pulled himself out of the pit, a ray of light burst out from his body, and then he rushed towards Song Yan again.
“court death!”
Song Yan narrowed his eyes, a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he raised his hand and threw a punch.
“Excited!”
The Son of Heaven is from the Dragon Fist.
The fist was thrown, and a dragon roar sounded in the sky and the earth. The golden fist hit Qingsong’s body, and the ray of light outside his body shattered instantly, and then swallowed him whole. At this moment, a super strong The breath rose from Qingsong.
“Boom!”
With a soft sound, Song Yan’s golden fist was shattered. Then, a middle-aged man wearing a green robe with a refined face appeared on top of Qingsong’s head. As for Qingsong, he had already fainted!
This middle-aged man is not a real person, but a projection.
Even if it was just a projection, as soon as he appeared, everyone except Song Yan felt like they were kneeling and worshiping, and the identity of this projection was ready to be revealed – the misty god of war!
