The Emperor's Life of a Wretched Man

Fighting Saint Costa was already red-eyed, and he slashed with his giant sword, harvesting the lives of these fighters like harvesting wheat.

The soldiers went forward one after another, as if they would never be able to finish their kills. The bombardment became dust again and again, and they regrouped and stood up again and again to attack.

The sound of shouting and killing shook the sky, and broken limbs were flying in the air. Costa was trapped alive among thousands of troops.

Costa's majesty remained undiminished, and his golden fighting spirit swept across the sky. In this way, the battle was going on tensely. The Jade Rabbit came to the east, and the Golden Crow fell to the west. I don't know how many soldiers fell down and stood up again.

Although Costa's power is infinite, and even three thousand iron armors can't do anything about it, but after fighting in the middle of the night, Costa's skill was consumed too much.

The sweat all over his body had already soaked the western knight outfit, and Solo squatted on the ground beside him, watching the battle seriously with his hands on his chin, as if he was an outsider.

Although the movements were not immature, the eyes of the Eastern and Western martial artists looking at Solo were already terrified.

This boy's spells are too against the sky, it's not like he's fighting alone, but he's fighting alone...

About the time when the east was pale and the morning star had risen, Costa suddenly woke up:

"This nasty Dongfang boy is clearly wasting his energy. If his energy is exhausted, wouldn't he just let others slaughter him?"

Costa, who wanted to understand this, suddenly soared into the sky and flew high into the sky, but at this moment, a dangerous breath shrouded Costa without warning.

Costa was shocked, and the giant sword suddenly turned into a sword and enveloped himself in the middle. This time he did not dare to use his full strength. The last time he did his best, the result was backfired by his skills is the best example.

Then, this time Costa was wrong again. The 36 angry-eyed King Kongs who had been waiting in the sky did their best, and the 36 demon pestles hit the swords around Costa.

rumbling...

Costa's figure was blasted down into the sky again, and his body was slammed into the cavalry of the Three Wars, knocking down several soldiers under him.

As Costa fell, countless weapons slashed down towards Costa, wishing to tear Costa to pieces.

Costa was really angry. When his figure flashed, the golden light of the giant sword was unleashed like flowing water, and nearly a hundred nearby ancient warriors were chopped off. .

However, with the help of the night yin energy, these ancient warriors are not only immortal but also more powerful. After fighting for a while, Costa gradually felt a little startled.

The damn doll's spells on the opposite side are so against the sky, it is clear that he has set up a world for himself, and the whole world is blocked by him, and the spells have reached this level...

In the midst of his thoughts, Costa turned his mind. Now he can only destroy the 36 angry-eyed King Kongs in the sky first, and then use spells to eradicate these undead ghosts.

Thinking of this, Costa flew up high again, and then landed suddenly. At this time, the 36 subduing pestles had already been chopped in the air.

Costa took advantage of this opportunity to soar into the sky again, and when the giant sword passed, the two angry-eyed King Kongs turned into flames and dissipated with a bang.

Costa finally found a way, so three times and five times, the 36 angry-eyed King Kongs could not attack together, and Costa finally eradicated them one by one.

At this time, the sky was bright, the sky was gone, and only the ground was left. Costa rose into the air with a huge sword stuck in his back, and a Bible appeared in his hand again.

Costa raised his hand and opened the Bible: "God said, let there be light..."

As Costa's voice fell, in an instant, the white flowers of the Bible suddenly lit up, and then the white light spread around like flowing water in an instant, and the entire Wuling Mountain was instantly filled with white light.

The white light passed, and Solo's three thousand armored warriors disappeared like melting ice and snow, and they were completely purified by the holy light.

After purifying the three thousand ancient iron armor, Costa raised his hand and put away the Bible, but he did not fall to the ground, and looked at Solo with burning eyes:

"Solo, the magic of the East is indeed miraculous. I have already experienced it. How dare you fight me head-on..."

After hearing Costa's words, Solo stretched and stood up: "Okay! Costa, I have to admit that you are a strong man!

Originally, I had ten thousand ways to defeat you under my spells, but I will give you the dignity of a strong man and fight you head-on..."

The moment Solo stood up, his hands were already behind his back, and the spells in both hands kept changing. Now Costa has regarded Solo as an opponent of the same level, and his skill is exhausted. Has.

At the same time that Solo agreed to come down to fight him, Costa also completed his most powerful blow. He raised his giant sword high, and stepped forward in the sky, facing Solo with a mighty giant sword Chop down.

But Solo didn't even dodge Costa's full blow this time, he raised his hands suddenly and placed them on his chest.

The index finger and middle finger of the left hand are stretched separately, and the nails of the little finger and ring finger are used as the scabbard by the thumb.

"Namo... Sanmando... Fazheluo... Nan... Han..." A vague incantation sounded, and Solo's handprints were instantly radiant.

The golden light is so bright that it is several times purer than the golden fighting energy of Costa's sword body. The golden fighting energy is eclipsed by the golden light of Solo's handprint...

"The four root seals of the Fudo Mingshi...sword...seal..." Solo's mouth burst into thunder, and then the handprint suddenly pointed to the giant sword that was slashing down in the air.

boom……

After a loud bang, the mountains trembled, flying sand and rocks shot in all directions, and the whole mountain began to crumble.

"No, the mountain is about to collapse, run away..."

With a cry of surprise, all the heroes of the East and West began to flee down the mountain. Shi Kuan was carried by several masters of the family and flew down the mountain. Smiling, he carried the road construction on his shoulders and disappeared on the top of the mountain.

And the twelve priests of the witch clan, Nan Fist North Leg, and Zhao Xiaohua, who had woken up early, protected the relatively weak masters of the Xiaoxing Zhonghui in the middle.

The strong men shot out one after another, and waved their palms to scatter the turbulent current and boulders, but none of them withdrew.

After the turbulence passed, the mountain became quiet, and all the masters who had just retreated halfway up the mountain stopped and looked towards Wuling Peak.

The exclamation sounded again.

At this time, I saw the main peak of Yanshan Mountain, the top of Wuling Mountain, and Solo's figure floating above the nine heavens. Under the sun, his suit was straight, and his thick black hair was fluttering under the blowing of the mountain wind.

At this time, Solo was looking up at the sky, posing as an expert, with a wretched look on his face, and Costa was being held in his hands motionless...

"Young Martial Saint..."

"The obscene king..."

"There are few flowers in the capital..."

The voices of the heroes shook the sky, and the land of China trembled amidst the roar...

Three days later, the titles of the young Martial Saint and the Wretched King swept across the Huaxia martial arts and hidden families like a spring breeze, and the name of Solo moved Huaxia...