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Chapter 450 Your Majesty is Mighty
"You are not a monster!"

Huli said with some uncertainty.

Holding the streamer, Zhu Qingling panted slightly, "When did I say I'm a monster!"

Huli was stunned when he heard this.

He was only skeptical before, because Zhu Qingling's techniques and recruitment didn't have the aura of a monster race, but more like a human race.

But Zhu Qingling admitted so easily, which made him extremely surprised.

The owner of the Yaosheng Palace is not a demon clan!But the human race!

This is definitely not a joke!

How did a human race become the overlord of the Demon Sea Territory and the seat of the Lord of the Demon Saint Palace!
Hu Li was full of doubts, but he didn't ask further.

It doesn't matter whether Zhu Qingling is a human or not, at this time her identity is the palace master of Yaosheng Palace.

Hu Li's eyes narrowed, and he raised the tiger's claws again, and the sharp claws released a sharp edge, slashing at Zhu Qingling non-stop.

Zhu Qingling flicked the azure blue streamer lightly, and the radiant water formed ripples that spread in all directions. When the ripples touched the sharp sharp edge, they immediately stirred up waves.

The battle between the two is still going on, and it may not be possible to tell the winner in a short time.

No one stepped forward to disturb them, even Lu Li and Yang Li didn't intend to help.

It's not that they don't want to, but because of Luo Ling and Bai Qiyu.

Yang Li was reluctant to kill Bai Qiyu, and planned to dedicate Bai Qiyu to Zheng Ming, so he would not let Bai Qiyu go to help Hu Li until the last moment.

And Lu Li has to watch Luo Ling, this guy is simply a weirdo, he is afraid of death and difficult to deal with, if Lu Li can chase him, he can also pester Lu Li and he has no time to pay attention to others.

So it's better to rest easy and let everyone watch.

They stopped, but the battlefield below was completely chaotic.

With Zheng Ming personally driving into the battle, the 300,000 army of Yaosheng Palace completely collapsed.

It was really unreasonable for Zheng Ming to use the imperial chariot to charge around the battlefield, and everywhere he passed was a mess of sea-monsters.

Coupled with Chen Qi and Zheng Lun, the two humming generals, they are even more invincible, and no one can stop them.

In just a moment, Zheng Ming killed two back and forth on the battlefield with a radius of tens of miles. The speed shocked everyone.

On the other side, Huang Feihu and Uncle Niu chased Guizheng of the Guiling Clan and beat them violently.

Gui Zheng's strength is not weak, it's a bit stronger than Huang Feihu, but Huang Feihu cooperates with Uncle Niu, and his combat power far exceeds him.

Especially Huang Feihu's long spear stabbed Guizheng's carapace so painfully.

"Old turtle, don't run away if you have the guts!"

Huang Feihu rode on Uncle Niu, held up the spear in his hand, and shouted while chasing Gui Zheng.

Gui Zheng's expression was extremely gloomy.

Don't run!

If you don't run, you will be beaten.

At this time, he fell into the same situation as Luo Ling, unable to fight or escape, and could only avoid the attacks of Huang Feihu and Uncle Niu.

He even wanted to escape into the bottom of the sea, but Huang Feihu and Uncle Niu didn't give him a chance at all. Every time he descended, he would be violently attacked by Huang Feihu, so he could only rise to avoid it.

Back and forth, made him extremely aggrieved.

And he is not as shameless as Luo Ling, he can bluntly surrender.

Luo Ling could say that because he is the Second Palace Master of Yaosheng Palace, even if Zhu Qingling found out, he would not kill him, at most he would punish him.

And Luo Ling didn't really surrender, he just wanted to save some energy.

But Guizheng didn't dare to say those words, because once he said it, Zhu Qingling would definitely kill him when the battle was over.

Turning his head to glance at the long spear stabbing behind him, he rolled like a donkey in the air, narrowly avoiding it.

Before he could stabilize his figure, he flew to the side again.

If he dared to pause for a moment, Huang Feihu's spear would have pierced his tortoise shell.

However, he didn't know that a more dangerous person was getting closer and closer to him.

It was none other than Zheng Ming.

It is said that Zheng Ming charged back and forth twice in a row, and he didn't feel tired at all, anyway, he was very satisfied.

So, here led Chen Qi and Zheng Lun to launch the third round of charge.

As for the others, they didn't know where they were dumped.

The battlefield was chaotic, whether it was the Ten Thousand Monster Cavalry, the elite of the First Legion, or the [-] Imperial Guards, all of them joined the chaotic battle. Even Xiao Fuzi was fighting in the Imperial Guards while patrolling around, looking for Zheng Ming figure.

The golden brilliance of the three dragon souls pulled the large imperial chariot like a tank, rampaging on the battlefield.

At the back, Zheng Ming even put away his sword, and just controlled the rapid flight of the imperial chariot, rushing wherever there were many sea monsters.

All the sea monsters that were hit by the imperial car, no matter how big they were, immediately flew upside down, their bones shattered, and their flesh and blood flew flying.

In the chaotic battlefield, he was stunned to knock out several empty areas.

The Emperor Dragon Chariot is an artifact produced by the system. Although its main function is to travel, its quality is far superior to the immortal artifacts used in the Immortal Realm. How can these ordinary sea monsters be able to stop it.

Zheng Ming, who was concentrating on driving, suddenly noticed Gui Zheng fleeing not far away, and his eyes lit up.

Without saying a word, he controlled the imperial chariot and rushed towards Guizheng.

The speed of the imperial car is faster than that of Uncle Zhiniu.

Gui Zheng only felt a powerful breath coming towards him, his face changed drastically, and before he could react, a terrifying force slammed into him fiercely.

bang~~~
With a loud bang, Gui Zheng turned into a baseball and was sent flying.

The hard turtle shell made a crunching sound, a mouthful of old blood spewed out from his mouth, and his whole body circled in the air and flew towards the gray sky.

"Hahaha, General Huang, leave this old turtle to me!"

Zheng Ming laughed loudly, left a sentence, and chased in the direction of Gui Zhengfei with the imperial chariot.

Huang Feihu looked helplessly at Zheng Ming who was leaving quickly, and said, "Your Majesty, it's really~~"

He didn't even know how to describe Zheng Ming.

In his mind, the Emperor should not go to war.

But Zheng Ming couldn't be stopped now.

In the end, he could only shake his head and helplessly rode on Uncle Niu to look for the Wan Yao cavalry.

And Zheng Ming controlled the imperial chariot, turned into a streamer, and came to Gui Zheng's side in the blink of an eye.

At this time, Guizheng is trying to control his body, trying to eliminate the force of the impact just now.

As a result, he turned his head and saw Zheng Ming driving towards him, his eyes almost popped out.

"His Majesty Li, please forgive me, the little old man is willing to serve His Majesty Li."

He thought about it, and blurted out.

The impact just now cost him half his life, and even his tortoise shell was broken. If Zheng Ming did it again, he would really be done for.

Zheng Ming looked at him, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

With a wave of his hand, the majestic Tianwei immediately imprisoned Guizheng, and then dragged him onto the imperial chariot.

"Stay honest, or I will stew you!"

Millennium king 80,000 years tortoise, this old tortoise must be great!
Zheng Ming looked at him, a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Feeling his malicious gaze, Gui Zheng suddenly froze, lying beside Zheng Ming, not daring to take any action.

After tidying up Guizheng, Zheng Ming turned his head and looked at the battlefield again.

On the chaotic battlefield, blood floated, and the entire sea was dyed scarlet. There were countless corpses floating in the turbulent waves. There were sea monsters and human races. The scene was tragic, like hell.

Seeing this, Zheng Ming couldn't help but feel a little heavy.

But soon he was relieved.

It would take ten thousand bones to die, let alone an emperor, a huge dynasty.

He, Emperor Li, walked to this day by stepping on thousands of corpses, and Da Li also experienced countless wars to get to where he is today.

"As long as there is a battle, there will be casualties. Fighting is inevitable, but the casualties of our soldiers can be avoided. Only by letting the enemy die can our soldiers live!"

he murmured under his breath.

Since then.

His face straightened, and he drove towards the battlefield again.

At this time, his idea is very simple, that is, to slaughter more sea monsters, reduce the pressure on the soldiers, and give them more chances to survive.

"kill!"

Returning to the battlefield again, Zheng Ming let out a roar, drew out his long sword, held it high above, and activated the berserk state.

Although he went back and forth a few times just now, it was more for the addiction of fighting, but now he is different, he wants to lead the soldiers to kill more enemies and completely win this battle.

The roar spread throughout the battlefield under the blessing of the mighty Tianwei, and countless soldiers suddenly became fanatical.

Their Majesty is still here!
Fanaticism brings more magnificent morale and makes the soldiers work harder.

For a while, the battle became more violent.

"Your Majesty is mighty!"

Huang Feihu rode Uncle Niu, holding a long spear, on which was hung the corpse of a strong man in the Ming Dao Realm, and roared at the top of his lungs.

"Your Majesty is mighty!"

"Your Majesty is mighty!"

Countless soldiers responded to him, bursting out with even wilder fighting spirit.

And under such a wild fighting spirit, the morale of the Yaosheng Palace continued to decline.

There is no way not to decline.

Originally, the enemy was outnumbered, but because of Zheng Ming's existence, many sea-monsters who bumped into them lost their courage to fight.

And as the battle continued, they became more and more uncomfortable and depressed.

Seeing more and more deaths and injuries of the same race around them, they couldn't help but feel fluttering.

By this time, many people in Yaosheng Palace already wanted to retreat.

But without the order of the palace lord, they dared not retreat.

The main reason is that those who are strong in the Dao Realm and the generals dare not retreat.

But there is a saying that the army is defeated like a mountain.

When people's hearts fluctuate and morale is low, if there is no strong commander, the soldiers at the bottom will give up fighting and start fleeing.

one, two, three...

A large number of Krakens fled under the sea and never came out again.

With the beginning, the rest will be subject to a chain reaction.

"Run away!"

A shrill howl sounded, completely interrupting the hearts of many low-level soldiers in Yaosheng Palace.

They're starting to rout!

In an instant, countless sea monsters from the Demon Saint Palace threw themselves into the sea.

It was only a small area that collapsed at first, but it quickly spread to the entire battlefield.

Countless siren tribes began to jump into the sea on their own initiative as if they were making dumplings.

Seeing this, Zheng Ming, who was charging, had a bright smile on his face.

The general situation of Yaosheng Palace is over, and the winner of this battle is Dali.

But the matter is not over yet, and the most difficult opponent has not been resolved.

He looked up at the battle in the sky.

Hu Li is still fighting with Zhu Qingling, and the fight is inseparable.

If there is no other external force to break the balance between the two, it is estimated that they can fight for three days and three nights.

(End of this chapter)