I Have Countless Legendary Swords! Chapter 388: Four Spirits God of War

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The Heavenly Dao puppet who stood in front of Zhou Xuanji was burly and domineering, with four arms, grabbed Zhou Xuanji's sword with one hand, and slammed his chest with two fists, knocking him out.

He quickly stabilized his figure in the air, looking at the heavenly puppet with a cold face.

Yan Lingzun smiled contemptuously: "Zhou Xuanji, this is the puppet of heaven that I first created. It has been lurking underground, just to prevent the current situation. Do you know who he is? It is impossible for you to defeat him. Of!"

Zhou Xuanji called out all the divine swords above the gold rank, hovering around them, the point of the sword pointed directly at Yan Lingzun.

"Who?"

He asked indifferently, no matter who it is, it doesn't really matter.

All are just fakes.

"This is the Four Spirits God of War. I don't need to say more about his origin, right?"

Yan Lingzun smiled triumphantly, and when he mentioned this name, his tone was a bit fanatical.

Four Spirits God of War, an ancient existence in mythology.

The legend says that he taught Emperor Xia's supernatural powers and let him lead the human race to dominate the northern wilderness.

Before Xia Huang reached the summit, he soared.

Zhou Xuanji had naturally heard of this name, the teacher of the emperor, the name is so big that the nine emperors of kendo can't compare.

He did not fear the Four Spirits God of War, and once again killed Yan Lingzun.

The other heavenly puppets came again and frantically besieged him.

Every Heavenly Dao puppet is an existence beyond the Three Tribulations and Sanxian, and they are irrational and fearless, which makes Zhou Xuanji feel extremely difficult to fight.

Especially the Four Spirits God of War.

This fellow is obviously stronger than the prince and Liu Wuji, and the power contained in his four arms is extremely terrifying. He even suspects that this fellow can directly lift the sky and fall.

Even if he has the power of heaven and earth, he can't get close to Yan Lingzun.

Dugu Devil Emperor sighed, Zhou Xuanji was able to fight to such a degree, he was already surprised.

It's him who can't stop so many strong people in the past.

Nine emperors of kendo, nine kinds of kendo are infinitely changeable and extremely domineering.

The fist of a prince can shake mountains and rivers.

Liu Wou-ki has vast supernatural powers, turning decay into magic.

The Four Spirits God of War is even more powerful and invincible.

Besides, there are so many powerhouses who possess the qualifications of the emperor, Zhou Xuanji has no chance of winning at all.

"Zhou Xuanji, do you feel weak?"

Yan Lingzun laughed wildly, and continued to summon Heavenly Dao puppets.

"I admit that you are indeed very strong, your talent is better than my son, but unfortunately, you have no brains and can’t tell the right way. You are guilty of death. Don’t worry, I will give you a chance to reincarnate and be a good one in the next life. Mortals, floating in the world, don’t fight with gods."

His voice resounded through the world, covering up the thunder and the howling of gods and ghosts.

Boom!

Another Heavenly Dao puppet came, and the strong light dissipated, and he directly killed Zhou Xuanji.

Zhou Xuanji controlled dozens of divine swords to fight. Even if he was besieged, he still didn't fall into the wind, but he couldn't reach Yan Lingzun.

At this moment, he is like the ancient **** of war, invincible, and so powerful that he is worthy of the sword emperor.

Yan Lingzun suddenly thought of something, with a weird smile on his face.

He raised his left hand and waved it towards the sky.

In an instant, a huge illusion appeared in the sky dome of the Northern Wilderness Region, and the scene in the screen was the scene of the puppet besieging Zhou Xuanji.

Naturally, he can't do this with his cultivation base, but now he is connected to the heavenly way, he is heaven.

"Look, this is the number one in the Northern Wilderness. He is indeed powerful. He fights alone with the Four Spirits God of War, Liu Wuji, Princes, Nine Emperors of Swordsmanship, etc. His opponents have the qualifications of emperor certification in every era. It’s a pity that no matter how enchanting his talent is, he can’t stop the siege of so many powerhouses. How long can he hold on?"

The voice of Yan Lingzun resounded throughout the Northern Wilderness and beyond. He wasn't trying to create momentum for Zhou Xuanji, he was trying to make all sentient beings desperate.

In his opinion, Zhou Xuanji will undoubtedly die, it is better to shock the common people before death.

Everyone, demons, and ghosts all over the world looked up.

No one exclaimed, all were silent.

The battle is fierce and dazzling, everyone can feel the tension and crisis.

If Zhou Xuanji was slower, he would definitely die.

The sky falls.

All the disciples looked up at the sky and clenched their fists.

They are angry and expectant, angry for Yan Lingzun, and looking forward to Zhou Xuanji.

On the top of the mountain, Jiang Xue held Zhou Xiaoxuan's hand tightly. The eyes of the mother and daughter were red, and the atmosphere did not dare to take a breath.

Others also had ugly faces, Xiao Jinghong and Zhao Congjian trembled all over, and their anger was uncontrollable.

Zhou Xuanji showed the wind of the sword emperor to the world, and the heroes fought against him. He was domineering. With one enemy twenty-eight, the ground collapsed and lightning intertwined, just like the end of the world.

At this moment, he no longer cares about Yan Lingzun's movements.

The enemy's offense kept him from thinking about other things.

Hunyuan Imperial City.

Emperor Yang stood in front of the main hall, looking up at the sky, his brows furrowed, not gloating, but rather unwilling.

"Is he so strong..."

He muttered to himself, feeling very aggrieved.

For a long time, he thought he was better than Zhou Xuanji, after all, the two hadn't really fought against each other.

Looking at Zhou Xuanji's performance now, he feels weak.

It's him who can't even survive ten rounds.

Even he was shocked, not to mention the people of the world.

Everyone was silent, this battle was so tragic and shocking in their eyes, they could only pray for Zhou Xuanji.

The demons are also silent, but they are not desperate. Only when the human race is destroyed will they have a chance to rise.

Just...

The sword emperor in the world was really strong.

Almost invincible and powerful.

On a high mountain.

Wing Yiren stood on the top of the mountain, surrounded by clouds and mist, and illusions reflected in the sky. He was speechless for a long time after witnessing Zhou Xuanji's battle.

Long time.

"It turns out I was really wrong."

He sighed, his tone full of loneliness.

Compared with Zhou Xuanji, the Emperor Yang he chose was still unable to escape the world, lacking the courage of a human leader.

If he had known that Zhou Xuanji's talent was so enchanting, he would definitely change his choice.

Unfortunately, there is no if.

According to this trend, Zhou Xuanji will undoubtedly die.

More and more heavenly puppets appear.

Thirty statues.

Thirty-five statues.

Forty statues.

Zhou Xuanji was completely downwind. Even with the world map providing a steady stream of mana, even with the support of heaven and earth, it would be difficult for so many strong men to besiege after all~ IndoMTL.com~ Yan Lingzun did not laugh at Zhou Xuanji anymore. He was silent, seeming to be subdued by Zhou Xuanji's will.

Dugu Demon Emperor is floating in the sky, frowning, his eyes flickering, and he doesn't know what he is thinking.

Zhou Xuanji, who was already at the end of the crossbow, was still fighting.

A variety of swordsmanship and swordsmanship emerged in an endless stream, even if he was injured, his offensive still did not hesitate.

"Boy, you are dying!"

The voice of Emperor Zhao rang in Zhou Xuanji's ears, the Eternal God Sword was fighting, and the Nine Souls could naturally communicate with him.

Zhou Xuanji ignored him, his eyes were cold, and he concentrated on the battle.

He also understands that if he continues, he will undoubtedly lose.

But now he has no retreat.

Even if he wanted to escape, the forty puppets of heaven would not give him a chance.