Although the battle between Chen Zhao and the Sword Emperor was a martial arts battle, they did not rely on the physical body at all. They purely relied on the power of true energy to activate the power of heaven and earth.

Suddenly, with every movement of his hands and feet, his energy could reach hundreds of feet, causing the vitality of the world to boil, like a pot of messy porridge.

Such a huge scene, the art masters within a hundred kilometers around the imperial capital almost immediately sensed it, opened their eyes one after another, and looked at it with dumbfounded eyes:

"This aura seems to destroy the heaven and earth. It is not something that ordinary masters of magic can do. Is it a battle between those with great supernatural powers? Is it the Sword Emperor and... Master Chen?"

The faces of these masters of the art were all as sinking as water, and their expressions were solemn.

Although ordinary people didn't feel it at all, in their eyes, the spiritual energy in the entire world seemed to be stirred up. There were two super strong men fighting, causing the spiritual energy within a hundred miles to boil and become restless.

It was the first time for the masters to encounter such a thing, and they all felt uneasy.

And Jian Piao, who faced the fight between the two, seemed to be in front of the storm.

"Bang!"

Chen Zhao slashed out with a slanting fist, split the giant sword, and struck the Sword Emperor, knocking him back dozens of feet.

"If you had achieved divine power four years ago, why would the orthodox dynasty be afraid of the world?"

Chen Zhao narrowed his eyes slightly and expressed slight admiration in his tone.

The Sword King's martial arts seemed to have entered a state of perfection. As he swung his giant sword vertically and horizontally, Chen Zhao even saw the shadow of thirty-six unique martial arts skills. Including but not limited to boxing, kendo, sword skills, long blades, and heavy blades.

These martial arts moves seem to be picked up at random, like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace behind.

"Martial arts and magical powers are one-size-fits-all. Only those old stubborns will cling to their incompleteness and rely solely on their physical bodies and talents. But they don't know that in our practice, the only way to go forward is to move forward bravely and diligently. Standing still and being self-proclaimed is the only way.

will perish."

The Sword Emperor stood in the storm of vitality, with his white hair flying, talking eloquently.

At this time, he did not look like a warrior at all, but more like a great scholar who had read poetry and books.

"good!"

Chen Zhao praised.

Although the Sword King's strength is not worth mentioning, his character is very strong. He can abdicate his position to practice martial arts and enter Taoism from the sword. His will, understanding, and wisdom are all among the best in the world.

"It's a pity that you were born in the imperial dynasty and spent the first half of your life working for power, which led to this."

Chen Zhao let out a long sigh.

"Stop talking nonsense, watch my move "Sword of All Directions". This move was originally designed to deal with the Dominant Sword Master and Jue Wushen, but they are no longer worthy, and now I have to use it on you."

The Sword Emperor let out a long roar, stepped forward, and rose into the sky, wrapped in a hurricane.

He was in mid-air, like a divine dragon, bringing up a huge sword that covered the world, and then struck at Chen Zhao. This sword controlled the power of heaven and earth, as if the king of heaven raised his sword, and the power of the sword changed eight times in the air.

Every time, each change was to the end of the move. After the eighth change, it could no longer change. It was mixed with infinite power and struck Chen Zhao from an incredible angle.

"good!"

Even Chen Zhao couldn't help but praise him.

The Sword Emperor's sword has exhausted almost all the variations of his moves, reaching the state of mastering all his skills.

With this skill alone, if the young Sword Emperor practiced swordplay without ascending to the throne, he would have been able to enter the golden elixir without any stagnation.

"You also take a punch from me."

Chen Zhao gave a light drink, his anger flew into the air, he wore long clothes and punched out.

This punch is ordinary and unremarkable. It is the simplest and most common move, the black tiger takes out the heart.

But in the eyes of the Sword Emperor, this punch has gone beyond moves and represents the end of all skills. It not only blocks all his changes, but also forces him to use his weakest point to fight Chen Zhao's strongest.

a little.

"It's actually possible?"

When the Sword Emperor saw this, he was horrified.

Four years ago, the Sword Emperor was worried that the dynasty was unstable. He and several royal masters were no match for masters such as Xiong Ba, Dugu Yifang, etc., so he practiced sword practice forcibly to the point of going crazy. After taking the Fortune Pill, decades of accumulation finally

Breaking through the entrance hall, entering the room, and entering the Tao through the sword, he was confident that the magical power at this time, whether it was Xiong Ba, Sword Master, or Wuming, was no match for him.

But Chen Zhao's punch reached another level entirely.

If his moves are still at the mortal level, then Chen Zhao's boxing techniques are already like immortal boxing techniques, which are close to magical powers, go against common sense, and are beyond the definition of transcendence.

"Bang!"

Chen Zhao punched, crushing the eight sword qi of the Sword Emperor, and then miraculously penetrated the body-protecting qi outside the Sword Emperor's body and imprinted it on his chest.

"Boom!"

The sword emperor was hit by his punch, and the clothes on his chest exploded inch by inch, as if he was hit by a heavy-armored war horse running at high speed. His whole body flew out, fell back dozens of feet in the air, and was smashed to pieces.

Countless trees and stones.

Defeat the enemy with one punch!

The sword floated aside, and I was stunned to see it, as if I had seen a miracle.

After a while, the Sword Emperor struggled to stand up and staggered over. He was now in a state of embarrassment, and his brocade robe was in tatters, but his body was not seriously injured.

He was knocked several dozen feet away by Chen Zhao, but was not seriously injured, which is enough to show that he used magic to protect himself and had great supernatural powers.

"What was that punch you just made?"

Sword Emperor's body was filled with sword gleams, and he looked at Chen Zhao with doubts in his eyes.

"When I came to the throne, I delayed practicing swordsmanship. Later, I abdicated the throne and cultivated myself. Later, I entered Taoism through swordsmanship. I have been in the world for decades. I have fought against countless masters. Even when Wuming was not living in seclusion, I also discussed swordsmanship with him. But from then on,

I haven’t seen your boxing before. This is no longer a boxing technique in the human world, but more similar to the techniques of an immortal. Have you become an immortal at such a young age?"

The Sword Emperor couldn't believe it.

Immortals, they are aloof existences that have always existed in legends, but more people believe that between heaven and earth, man is the leader of all things, destiny is human life, and there are no immortals at all.

But the punch that Chen Zhao just punched was beyond any moves, with the charm of a great avenue. It was like the vast universe, exhausting the end of all changes. The Sword Emperor never believed that this was a punch that a mortal could punch.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "This fist has no name, I just created it temporarily. You can call it Dao Fist or Immortal Fist. You can call it whatever you want."

Chen Zhao put his hands behind his back and said quietly to himself.

"You created it yourself? How is that possible?"

The Sword Emperor exclaimed in surprise.

This great master, who had remained calm and unmoved ever since they met, finally changed his expression.

Chen Zhao smiled lightly and did not argue.

He travels across several worlds and reads hundreds of books in his spare time. All the martial arts scriptures in the world are in his chest. At a glance, you can see the other person's cultivation level. At this level, everything in the world has already

Don't lock it in your heart. It's really easy to create a punch that can strike an ordinary person like a god.

"Although you have the skills of an immortal and I am no match for you, I am the last barrier of the dynasty. How can you retreat?"

The Sword Emperor let out a long sigh and shouted sternly.

"Now that I've said it, go and die."

Chen Zhao's eyes were indifferent, with no joy or sorrow in his eyes. He slowly stretched out his right hand.

Suddenly, the void seemed to explode with muffled thunder. A blue light boxer with a size of three feet appeared in the sky, covering the sky and the sun, as if vowing to break the sky.

"Hunyuan Thunderbolt Fist!"

Chen Zhao called out a boxing technique from the Huashan School, which was the technique after the Po Jade Fist.

As soon as the three-foot green light divine fist appeared, Chen Zhao was about to swing down, and a hint of despair appeared in the Sword Emperor. Suddenly an anxious voice came from a hundred feet away:

"Master Chen, please stop!"

"I pray to... for a truce!"

"The imperial court prays for a truce?"

When the sound came, Chen Zhao paused in his hand. After all, the giant blue fist that covered the sky did not hit him, but looked to one side in surprise.

Then I saw a man wearing imperial robes standing in front of the door, panting.

The Sword Emperor was furious:

"Bold! You, a descendant of the royal family, dare to stop me?"

"I can still fight! The royal family can still fight! The imperial army of one hundred thousand can still fight! How can we pray for a truce?"

The white-haired emperor's uncle, the Sword Emperor, had always had an iron complexion and looked forward to death. But now he was so angry that he almost jumped up:

"Jian Fei, tell me, who gave this order? Is it the Supreme? Is it the Queen Mother? Huan Jian Yao, Jian Shun, or Jian Yu?"

The man known as Jian Fei lowered his head and said:

"The emperor's uncle is the Queen Mother, the supreme one. The three emperor's uncles unanimously agree to jointly pray for a truce."

"Our court can go bankrupt, but we cannot lose you, uncle!"

“Five people jointly signed??”
To be continued...