Chapter 538

Boom!

Just as Zhou Jun was shocked, the blue barrier was once again filled with the aftermath of a fierce battle, which also attracted Wei Tianxiong's attention.

He withdrew his gaze from Zhou Jun and looked at the battlefield in front of him.

But he saw Zhu Zhongkang's robes flying all over his body, with dragon-shaped light and shadows entwined on his body. At this moment, a wisp of indescribable overbearing pressure spread, sweeping in all directions, which was extremely shocking.

"Traitor! Today, I will avenge the revenge of a thousand years ago!"

But he heard Zhu Zhongkang speak angrily, and the dragon energy of the eighteen generations of the Ming Dynasty gathered all over his body, making him look like the only emperor in the world, and his combat power also soared unprecedentedly at this moment.

In a trance, Zhu Zhongkang seemed to remember the battle a thousand years ago, and saw the red-clothed figure who always kept a bright smile. The grief and anger in his heart reached the extreme at this moment.

"Heavy, Eight, Palm!"

Zhu Zhongkang spoke each word, and stretched out his hands in a palm-like manner. The powerful energy impact gathered on his palms at this moment and hit the two monsters of the Gui clan respectively.

The heavy eight palms that Zhu Zhongkang used were not the product of the same dimension as the one used by Le Zhao. It was hard to believe that they were the same martial arts.

Zhou Jun had no doubt that the terrible power and the domineering palm intention that swept across the world would have turned the entire Jinling City into ruins without the blue barrier to resist.

This was still under the suppression of the Emperor Nanxing Law!

If not, in the universe, the power would be magnified thousands of times, and it would not be difficult to blast half of the Milky Way into nothingness with one palm.

"The peak of the Saint Venerable is already powerful, and now he has attracted the dragon energy of the Ming Dynasty to bless him. Is there really a turning point?"

Zhou Jun was shocked. Zhu Zhongkang's strength was too amazing. As the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, he was a true dragon energy controller, unlike the crown prince Zhu Jianyun, who could only use a little power.

At this time, in anger, the eighteen generations of dragon energy of the Ming Dynasty were all released, which was really like the power of heaven.

The two monsters of the Weird Clan, who were also in the Saint Venerable realm, were killed in an instant without even screaming!

Killing the Saint Venerable is like killing a chicken!

What kind of invincible fighting power is this?

The whole audience was shocked!

"Father has exerted his strength. The prosperity of my Ming Dynasty will last forever. It will not perish easily!"

Crown prince Zhu Jianyun was overjoyed, including many Ming soldiers who were fighting in the Forbidden City. They also felt this scene, and they were all very excited and shouted "My Emperor is mighty".

"Die!"

Zhu Zhongkang killed all the helpers of the Gui tribe brought by Wei Tianxiong with two palms. His momentum was not reduced. His imperial aura was soaring. He rushed to Wei Tianxiong and hit him again.

This palm was more powerful, far exceeding the previous one.

In Zhu Zhongkang's long martial arts life, it was also the most amazing palm.

Indistinctly, he even had the style of Taizu, as if the Hongwu Emperor was alive.

"Ants trying to shake a tree!"

However, facing such a blow, Wei Tianxiong still maintained a calm expression, with one hand behind his back, his eyebrows and eyes calm, and he also hit a palm with his backhand.

Bang!!!

When the two palms intersected, an indescribable huge power fluctuation broke out in an instant. Even with the blue barrier to resist, the outside world was still shaking, and the entire Di Nanxing was dislocated in the universe.

In Jinling City, it is unknown how many people of low realm died in this earthquake-like shaking.

Zhou Jun, Le Zhao and the prince were the closest to each other. He always maintained the state of [Extreme Sublimation]. Seeing that the two were shaken by the aftermath, he quickly flashed out and grabbed one in each hand, like a wind-fixing bead, to stabilize the three people in the air.

After a while, the roar gradually subsided. The three people stared at it, and their pupils shrank suddenly.

But in the blue barrier, Wei Tianxiong did not move at all, still standing proudly in the sky.

On the other hand, Zhu Zhongkang, his imperial robe was torn, his hair was disheveled, and he was directly hit through multiple layers of the void, and then fell out again, floating in the sky like a loser, with blood on the corners of his lips.

"Hahaha! Zhu Zhongkang, you are still as useless as before. Don't you think about it? If I am not fully prepared, how dare I break into the Forbidden City again?"

The wild laughter resounded through the sky. Wei Tianxiong strode towards Zhu Zhongkang, with a strong sarcasm on his lips, and said: "There is nothing I can't get if I want it!"

"If you gave up resistance and handed over the Ming Dynasty to me, maybe I could spare your life, and your little sister would not die."

"You will not suffer today's suffering a thousand years later!"

Wei Tianxiong walked to Zhu Zhongkang step by step, looking down at the hero who ruled one of the six star regions, his voice full of pleasure.

"No marriage, no compensation, no cession of land, no tribute, the emperor guards the country, and the king dies for the country! Do you want to see our descendants of the Ming Dynasty surrender and live? Next life!"

Zhu Zhongkang covered his lower abdomen, the tattered dragon robe fluttered in the wind, a hint of irony appeared at the corner of his lips, and he slowly closed his eyes.

He knew that this battle would never be won.

Because the current Wei Tianxiong has broken through to the realm of half emperor!

Half emperor...

Although there is a "half" word, it is also the realm that many people dream of day and night.

A half emperor, with the power of nine heavens and ten earths, is only a hair's breadth away from the real emperor, and is no longer far from the road to becoming an immortal.

He was stuck in the Saint Venerable Realm for a thousand years and could not make any progress. He only raised his cultivation to the late stage of this realm after day and night of retreat.

But he did not expect that his enemy would break through first after a thousand years.

Wei Tianxiong, who has the cultivation of a half emperor, has the help of the Wei clan. Who else in the universe can stop him?

"Senior sister, I'm finally going to see you..."

Zhu Zhongkang closed his eyes tightly, and in a trance, he seemed to see the peerless red-dressed figure again. She was turning her head and waving at him with a smile.

At this moment, the blood of the emperor was about to fall into the sky!

Everyone was wailing, and countless people in the Ming Dynasty felt something, and indescribable palpitations and sadness swept through their bodies.

Le Zhao's tears kept flowing.

Why?

Eighteen generations of previous emperors' dragon energy were clearly used, and they were about to win just now.

How come the situation took such a sharp turn for the worse in the blink of an eye? How could the rebels be so powerful?

The crown prince Zhu Jianyun also fell from the sky helplessly.

He knew that everything was over.

There were not many semi-emperor strongmen in the universe, and there was no one in the Taizu star field.

At this moment, who else could save the Ming Dynasty?

"Waste!"

Wei Tianxiong looked at Zhu Zhongkang, who was wearing the imperial robe, with disdain. There was no more teasing in his eyes. The power of the half emperor spread, and he raised his hand to slap him to death.

And at this moment!

Suddenly, the wind and clouds of heaven and earth surged, and the spiritual energy rolled back. An indescribable sword light pierced through the sky, and appeared in the palace in an instant, landing in front of Zhu Zhongkang.

"Who?!"

Wei Tianxiong was shocked. He actually sensed an indescribable sense of crisis in that sword light. His figure suddenly retreated and looked around vigilantly.

"You want to kill my junior brother, have you asked me?"

In response to him, there was a free and easy but cold voice, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, echoing in the sky.

At the same time, the sword light finally dissipated and turned into a physical entity. A strong aroma of wine spread throughout the palace, but on the hilt of the sword, a Taoist was standing on one foot, with rolling black hair fluttering in the wind, unruly.

It turned out to be... a sloppy old Taoist!