Martial Boss Chapter 791

The lightless Shattering Huan Blade cut out, but it did not cut through the field as it had in the past, allowing Kong Hangkong to sail away.

The dark cyan circle of Qi fiercely pressed down on space, making it impossible for Kong Hangkong to cut through the path of escape.

“Kong Hangkong, do you think that after letting you escape so many times, this Marquis has not thought of a way to counteract you?”

“Today, this Ghost God Prison is the hell where you will be buried!”

The unstoppable halberd chopped down, Kong Hangkong faced this strike with a stony face and said helplessly, “Alas, it doesn’t even feel good to fight to the death.”

Before the words left his mouth, the pitch-black blade light raised and a black line appeared in the dark cyan field. And then this line cracked and expanded into a zigzagging fissure.

Both the field and the shadow of Luo Feng’s chopped down halberd were swallowed up by this crack.

At the end of the crack, Kong Hangkong’s face turned pale as he gently recited the name of this move, “Shattering the Huan and Splitting the Universe.”

Huan Yu means universe and space, and this move of Kong Hangkong’s was the ultimate move to shatter space.

On the other hand, the four kalpas were all coming together to put the Sheriff God in mortal danger, but the supreme leader of Department Six had no intention of dying.

Waves of Qi surged up from the Sheriff God’s body, expanding into a pillar of Qi that shot straight up into the sky, its inner Qi flowing with an overwhelming momentum.

“The River of Heaven flows backwards.”

The wave of Qi that rose up against it even broke through the power of the Four Tribulations and fought against each other. The Sheriff God’s face was red and his eyes were open in anger as his hands guided the waves of Qi to strike the countless whistling and wailing shadows around him.

“Boom…”

A wave of air erupted in the sky, and the impacting waves of Qi swept away the surrounding clouds and the falling black snow.

The incessant wave even pressed back against the four robbers, intending to overwhelm the dark figure and crush it together.

However, the sword diaphragm that lit up immediately afterwards was proof of the impotence of the wave of Qi.

“Blood Blade Demon Technique.”

The Great Evil King dyed with the blood of the Saint Demon’s Firstborn and exploded with an unprecedented demonic aura. The blood of the devil of devils caused this demonic blade to emit a sound that seemed like trembling and agitation, with a blood-coloured blade cutting through the inverted tide of the heavenly river.

The Sixth Evil Strike – The Evil of Frenzy.

The chaotic field of qi rushes in a chaotic manner, causing a sense of overwhelming discomfort to the Shaman. And the shadow of the chopping blade caused him to have the crisis that death was imminent.

“Boom…”

The sudden appearance of the halberd’s shadow impacted on the sword’s astral body, causing the certain death to pour out. Countless soldier souls gathered on Luo Feng’s body as he rushed into the chaotic field, going forward and backward to aid him.

“Battle Armour of Ten Thousand Souls.”

The souls of the 30,000 elite soldiers who had died on the ground were also absorbed into Luo Feng’s battle armour, triggering a powerful and overwhelming force.

Qing Yu had a feeling that he was tempted to use the “Heavenly Demon God Slaying Technique” to compete with the Divine Marquis. However, he suppressed the urge.

The “Heavenly Demon God Slaying Technique” was not for this vest, it could not be exposed.

“A bunch of paddlers.” Qing Yu cursed as he injected his true qi.

Kong Hangkong left it at that, after all, he had also used an extremely strong move just now. What was wrong with Zhu Tian and Ming Rui not taking him down after half a day of fighting? What happened to the disdain he had for Ming Rui before?

This was not how you paddled.

“Sheriff God, go!”

Luo Feng once again invoked the power of his soldier soul, his halberd hardened against the sword astral, and the blue flame fueled by death Qi rose three feet in anger, repelling the sword Qi flying around him.

“Boom…”

As the halberd cut through the sword, Luo Feng flew back, taking the pale, even deathly pale, Sheriff God with him as he broke through the air.

“Tsk, quite a quick escape!” Qing Yu slowly lowered his sword, the wound in his palm from the Blood Blade Demon Technique quickly healing.

The two helpers had fallen off and Qing Yu didn’t have the heart to chase after them foolishly, after all, Luo Feng’s remaining strength was not small.

Although the Sheriff God was a great rival of Qing Yu’s, he had burned his essence blood excessively in order to fight against Qing Yu this time, injuring his fundamental vitality, and could not recover well without a long period of recuperation.

“Just let Crazy Luo go like that?” Kong asked as he returned his sword to its sheath and flew in.

“Luo Feng should be from the Palace of Ghosts, there should be a place for him among the Ten Kings, try going after him.” Qing Yu said.

All those martial arts that Luo Feng used later carried a strong aura of death. The only ones in this world that had such an aura were the martial arts of the Palace of Ghosts.

What if they were to go after them and were ambushed by the Palace of Ghosts? None of the Ten Kings of the Palace of Ghosts were vegetarians. They had all dared to go up to Dragon Tiger Mountain in unison earlier.

“Uh ——” Kong Hangkong said, “Forget I said that.”

At that moment, there was a flash of light, and between the countless dancing lights and shadows, a graceful Zhu Tian slowly marched out, carrying the dying Ming Rui in one hand as she came in style.

“How rude of me to go to such great lengths to settle a Ming Rui.” Zhu Tian paid a full obeisance, and there seemed to be an uncountable amount of sorrow in her voice.

“Don’t show off your charming skills in front of us,” Qing Yu said indifferently, “Although the Sheriff God and Luo Feng were not left behind this time, the Sheriff God is heavily injured and will not be able to fight for a short time. As for Luo Feng ——”

“One of the ten kings of the Palace of Ghosts has actually integrated into the Great Qian military, this is really —— both unexpected and reasonable.”

When I say unexpected, it is because I did not expect Luo Feng to be from the Palace of Ghosts. The reason I say it is reasonable is because the cultivation of the Hall of Ghosts needs the dead qi of injustice, and the battlefield is the best place to obtain dead qi.

This world is not small, but it is not big either. At least for a Tong Shen realm powerhouse, it was enough to span half of the Central Plains in a day.

The Central Plains is not a large arena, and if there is a ma*s killing spree of people practising Ghost Dao martial arts, it will not be concealed from the major sects and the imperial court.

To hope for a natural disaster would be a bit unreliable. Therefore, joining the military and acquiring deadly spirits in the sands is an extremely wise choice.

”In the Great Qian military, there might be people from the rest of the Palace of Ghosts. And they should have some connection with the Great Qian court, otherwise Luo Feng wouldn’t have gone to save the Shou Shen. It seems that we still have to ask the Shadow King afterwards.”

As Qing Yu pondered, he said to Zhu Tian, “What are you going to do with Ming Rui?”

“Kill it, it doesn’t seem to be of much use.”

Zhu Tian said casually as she spat out her palm power secretly, directly extinguishing Ming Rui’s vitality. Although she had been paddling before, the qi that struck Ming Rui’s body was something that could not be faked. Now, with just a slight movement, she had cut off the flame of life of Ming Rui, who was already on the verge of death.

This man, who had betrayed the Mountain River Academy and wanted a better future, hoping to achieve greater ambitions, was now dying in the middle of the wilderness.

“The Great Qian Dynasty’s plan to turn to Shuzhou is considered a failure, and now, the chaos in the Western Region will be unstoppable.” Zhu Tian threw down Ming Rui’s corpse with one hand and said.

“Is that really the case?” Qing Yu looked far into the western sky, “I am of the opinion that there are still variables.”