Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 364

Fan Zhuoyuan strode forward, looked at the crowd with a sarcasm on his face, and then looked at the layout of the decorations around, his heart moved.

In this wide room, every lamp and candle, every flower and grass, every dish and lamp, all show the beauty of symmetry, but too much symmetry makes people feel very strange.

"I have never seen what the emperor looks like. As the master of Dongpu, I always feel that he should look magnificent. Now, it seems that he is actually a bald old man with one foot in the coffin. Hehe, it's really amazing. Disappointed."

"Bold!"

"presumptuous!"

Everyone present shouted and cursed endlessly, but the emperor keenly sensed the extremely domineering fist on the opponent's body, and without squinting his eyes, he looked at the only piece on the chessboard that was out of his control.

"How did you enter Dongpu quietly." The emperor asked curiously.

"Dongpu's coastline is so long, do you really think you can monitor everything correctly?"

As Fan Zhuoyuan said, he glanced out the window in the direction of the Wushenjue Palace, and now he could see the smoke of gunpowder rising into the sky, and the sound of shouting and fighting could be clearly heard even a mile away.

"Wuming and they are all fighting, are we too peaceful here?"

As he said that, the zhenqi in his body burst out suddenly, only the three dragon-shaped zhenqi surrounding his body exploded, and all the Huannin and Huowumen disciples were blown away.

At the same time, the surrounding environment was destroyed into disasters, and Fan Zhuoyuan did it on purpose, deliberately uneven left and right movements.

In this way, all kinds of perfect symmetry in the hall were completely destroyed. Originally, there were eight bright lights on the left and right, but now there were only three lights left on the left side, and five lights left on the other side, and the positions were all misplaced.

The rest of the flowers and decorations are all like this, completely destroying the unique aura that was originally created by perfection in the wide house.

The emperor looked around, frowned slightly, and felt a little impetuous in his heart.

He finally stood up. At this time, besides this group of useless minions, there was no other top combat power around him.

It was indeed his mistake that Fan Zhuoyuan invaded the place in a king-to-king manner, which made all his plots and calculations in pursuit of perfection all come to naught, and a crack appeared in the so-called perfection.

Just like the broken sense of symmetry around him, the boredom in his heart became deeper and deeper, so that the air pressure was so low that he wished he could tear Fan Zhuoyuan into pieces.

In the original book, Wuming said that the emperor is the number one expert in Japan, but this is actually exaggerated. Bu Jingyun alone can destroy his perfect move completely, but when dealing with Juewushen, it is only by gathering the strength of everyone to defeat him. Even so, he had to pay a heavy price to defeat Juewushen's killing fist.

The strength of the Emperor is completely inferior to Absolute God!
Fan Zhuoyuan looked at the other party and said: "I heard that the emperor has been pursuing perfection all his life, and everything must be in line with the definition of perfection in your heart, presumably the same is true for martial arts.

Fan has practiced martial arts for decades, and only knows that the essence of martial arts is a more efficient art of killing, but he doesn't know what kind of perfection you can turn this art of killing into. "

The emperor grinned and said, "Do you want to see it? Just right, the only flaw in my perfect strategy is you! Killing you now will make my strategy perfect!

When all of you Central Plains heroes die here, I will enter the Central Plains, snatch the dragon veins, and then completely occupy the world!You inferior people are not worthy of that magnificent mountain and river. Only we superior races are suitable to be its masters. "

Fan Zhuoyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly there was a blast of air around him, and the whole imperfect house was instantly torn apart and turned into ruins!
This is the might of the emperor's inner strength, and his cultivation is indeed not easy.

Fan Zhuoyuan rushed out of the ruins, but at this moment he saw that the emperor had jumped to the top of a bamboo joint, stepped on the bamboo joint and kept shaking up and down, looking down at Fan Zhuoyuan with his hands behind his back.

Outside the wide house, there are layers of bamboo forests all around, and suddenly knife-like vigor flew around, the bamboo joints were cut off one after another, and then seemed to have life, one by one flew towards Fan Zhuoyuan. .

These bamboo joints are infused with the emperor's strong inner strength, even if Fan Zhuoyuan threw his fist directly, it would take a lot of effort to blow it up.

Fan Zhuoyuan flickered and found that the surrounding space was about to be filled with bamboo knots like flying swords. He glanced at the supporting pillar in the ruins beside him, and picked it up.

Then he waved the supporting pillar and slapped wildly around, every bamboo joint was smashed by the huge force, and the corners of the emperor's eyes twitched.

"Sealing tactic!"

The emperor once again gathered his strength, and more bamboo joints rose into the air, and suddenly fell like rain.

Not long after, the pillar in Fan Zhuoyuan's hand was completely smashed into sawdust, and there was no room for maneuver around, so he could only rely on his strong defense to block it head-on.

The bamboo joints are sharp, and the energy inside is fierce, and the arena was already splattered with blood in a short time.

The emperor continued to direct the bamboo joints to fall, and the thorned bamboos were arranged on the surface to form a chrysanthemum pattern, which is the family emblem of the emperor's family.

Under the vibration of the layers of falling bamboo joints, even the uneven mountains here were shaken out of a piece of flat ground.

The emperor's strong pursuit of perfection even forced him to change the terrain to the extent he wanted!
At this moment, he was standing at the top proudly, but then he looked lonely again.

Said to himself: "No one can resist my perfect move! And the family crest of my Emperor God Clan is the most perfect thing in the world!"

He looked up to the sky and laughed endlessly, looking at the densely packed chrysanthemum pattern with no gaps in the center, every bamboo inside was dyed a dazzling bright red.

The emperor was even more proud, "Using the blood of the enemy to dye my family emblem red will push this perfection to the extreme! And once you die, my strategy to destroy the martial arts in the Central Plains will be perfect, hahahaha, but I really want to thank you for fulfilling my perfect masterpiece!"

At this time, a disdainful taunt suddenly came from the void.

"Is that so? Do you have the nerve to call something as perfect as a chrysanthemum?"

The emperor's laughter was cut off instantly as if someone was choking his throat, and his eyes were wide open looking at the very center of the chrysanthemum pattern, where the voice came from.

But there is already airtight there, even if there is someone there, he has already been nailed to the ground by endless bamboo knots, and he is not dead yet?
Fan Zhuoyuan's voice came again, still sneering.

"The bald emperor, do you know that the chrysanthemum in my hometown has another meaning."

The emperor snorted coldly: "In the Central Plains, chrysanthemum means a hermit."

Fan Zhuoyuan laughed loudly.

"Hahahaha, you are too pure!

You like to make chrysanthemums perfect so much, let you know what it means to have chrysanthemums broken and full of injuries! "

Hearing the insult and the family emblem, the emperor was furious, but the ground shook under his feet, and it seemed that an earthquake would erupt.

Japan was originally a place where earthquakes frequently occurred, and the Emperor really thought that an earthquake was coming.

The next moment, a fierce roar came from the center of the chrysanthemum pattern.

Then I saw more than a dozen bamboo nodes in the center flying out of the sky, and the other bamboo nodes bloomed like petals, falling down to the periphery one after another.

In order to make the emperor extremely unhappy, Fan Zhuoyuan used his strength unevenly. Some bamboos fell down, while others remained standing.

In this way, the whole chrysanthemum pattern family crest seemed to be smashed through the center with an iron pestle and exploded, and then messed up again, appearing chaotic, ugly, and scattered.

The emperor was standing on a high place at this time, watching this scene with blood in his eyes, as if he really saw the scene where someone's chrysanthemum was violently exploded from the back, and the blood spattered!

The perfect move was rudely deciphered like this, and it was full of extreme insult.

Fan Zhuoyuan was the Vajra Pestle that smashed the chrysanthemums. At this moment, he jumped out of it covered in blood and rushed straight to the Emperor.

Immediately, the Emperor circulated Qi again to intercept the long bamboo flying thorns in the bamboo sea. However, this time his perfection was broken, his state of mind was destroyed, and there was no true meaning and confidence in martial arts in the Qi Jin, and there was no lethality from the beginning.

The bamboo knots hit Fan Zhuoyuan's body, every root was broken, no matter how hard it was to hurt him.

Fan Zhuoyuan jumped in front of the emperor, raised his fist as big as the emperor's head high, and in his horrified eyes, suddenly exploded!

Even if the emperor raised his whole body to block the blow, he still couldn't stop the violent killing intent in his fist.

The protective energy was instantly dissipated, and the fierce fist like a bloodthirsty beast tore apart the emperor's body inch by inch, completely blasting this old body into an unknown mass from skin to blood to bone. The flesh and blood was shaken out by the strong shock wave brought by the fist, and scattered all over the bamboo forest.

The Huannin and Huowumen disciples who were hiding outside to observe the battle looked at this scene full of horror. They would never even try to collect the emperor's corpse in their lifetime.

After killing the Emperor, the mastermind behind the scenes, Fan Zhuoyuan didn't stop, and headed towards Wushenjue Palace, where he had to save the people.

At this time, the battle in Wushenjue Palace broke out to the most dangerous time.

Pojun was seriously injured and fled, but Bu Jingyun severely injured Juexin, causing him to escape, but was entangled by the demon Nie Feng, and the two had an extremely fierce fight.

Bu Jingyun didn't want to fight Nie Feng, so he retreated steadily and was in a critical situation.

The fight between Wuming and the God of Boxing was also thrilling.

In the original book, both Wuming and Quan Dao Shen are not in the strongest state. Even if Wu Ming runs his sword to the waste acupoint to absorb the power of thousands of ghosts, he is still not the opponent of Quan Dao Shen.

But now, the boxing god was rescued by the emperor early, and after training, his condition is much better than in the original book.

Wuming fought against him, and also absorbed the internal strength of thousands of ghosts, as well as the disciples of Huannin and Huowumen.

On the field, Wuming and Quan Dao Shen fought from Tianjie to the Purple Leaf Forest, and the aftermath of the collision of fist and sword energy caused the trees to break one after another. This piece of Purple Leaf Forest, which had been artificially planted for decades, completely collapsed!

"Hahaha, you have absorbed enough of my internal energy!"

The God of Boxing rose up from the broken purple leaf forest, stepped on a broken log, and stared closely not far away.

He had already discovered that when Wuming fought with him, he was intentionally absorbing his own internal strength, but he didn't care.

And Wuming leaned on the surface of a giant tree, the surface of the giant tree behind him was already cracked, but Wuming stood still as if every pore in his body was about to burst and bleed.

Jian Chen has been chasing the footsteps of the fight between the two, and rushed over, shouting loudly: "Master!"

The master of boxing glanced at Jian Chen, and said with disdain: "Where do you come from, you dare to participate in a battle of this level, die!"

As he said that, he punched Jian Chen who was running halfway, Jian Chen felt the power of the punch burst and hit his body, he lowered his head in shock and flinched, narrowly avoiding it.

The kung fu god said in amazement: "Boy, lightness kung fu is pretty good. I'll kill your master right now. Let's see how you can save him!"

Said that the fist edge was charged again, and shouted loudly: "Fist kills the void!"

A fist punch seemed to split the space, and suddenly hit the still standing Wuming's chest.

Seeing this, Jianchen's eyes were about to split, the nurse's heart was cut, and he entered the realm of forgetting life and death again, flashing towards him from the side, at the same time, the hero sword in his hand seemed to feel Jianchen's fighting spirit of sacrificing his life for righteousness at this time, and broke out again Let out bursts of glory!
However, Jianchen Yishi, the inexplicable swordsmanship that is the best in the world, erupted with a bright sword light comparable to the sun and the moon, and slashed against the blow of the boxing god!
The sword light hit the punch, and the two erupted in the air like thunder.

Jian Chen couldn't hold back all the strength of his punches, and was so shaken that he bumped into a purple leaf tree, spitting blood and slipping to the ground.

The boxing god said in great surprise: "Boy, not bad! You can block my punch!"

At this time, Jian Chen's eyes burst out with a firm will to see death as home, and he shouted: "Jian Chen is not dead, others will not want to hurt my master!"

For a while, his fighting spirit was high, and he didn't feel half timid because of the absolute gap in strength with his opponent.

However, he saw Ling Xu stepping forward and slashing straight at the God of Quan Dao with his sword. His fighting spirit of going forward and never turning back fully resonated with the Hero Sword.

At this moment, Jianchen finally entered the realm of the unity of human and sword. Even if his cultivation base is slightly inferior, under the blessing of the state of unity of human and sword, he can still display extremely incredible strength.

I saw a full set of inexplicable swordsmanship turned into an unstoppable sword light, attacking back and forth around the boxing god.

The boxing god used the best boxing technique of the boxing sect to resist it, but was suppressed by Jian Chen's sword intent in a short time, his chest, thigh, and arm were hit by the sword one after another, and blood spattered out!

At this time, Wuming woke up from a coma, just in time to see this scene, his heart was greatly moved, and he was also pleased with Jian Chen's growth, but at the moment he also knew that Jian Chen was definitely not an opponent of boxing masters.

Although he has gained the upper hand for a while now, after a long battle, the problem of insufficient cultivation will gradually be exposed.

Sure enough, Jianchen's sword light was activated one after another, and his internal energy was consumed extremely in a short period of time. He suddenly felt a burst of strength in his hand, and the heroic sword was affected by this, and the brilliance of the heroic sword became slightly dimmed.

Quan Dao Shen seized this opportunity and punched out suddenly, Jian Chen could only block with his sword.

I saw the hero's sword bent into an extremely exaggerated arc, and suddenly bounced Jian Chen tens of feet away, and knocked down a big tree again, finally unable to support it.

The master of boxing gasped and praised: "What a boy! Sure enough, you are worthy of being an unknown disciple, and you have such fighting spirit and sword intent, but if you die at the hands of this old man today, you will be considered dead without any regrets!"

Just as the kung fu god flew down, and was about to end Jianchen, Wuming jumped out from the side, condensed the last sword intent, and knocked the kung dao god away.

The master of boxing helped the tree to stand up, "Wu Ming, you asked for it yourself. Your martial arts are earth-shattering, but it's a pity that you want to fight me while your injuries are still recovering. Today I want you, master and apprentice, to gather together in the underworld." !"

At this critical moment, Bu Jingyun and Nie Feng came together in a fight, and Nie Feng felt the aura of absolute invincibility from the fist of the boxing god. They were originally from the same school.

And before Nie Feng became a demon, he had always regarded killing Jue Wushen as his own obsession, so he felt a similar punching intention, so he suddenly changed his target and killed the god of boxing.

He raised Xueyin Dao high, and a 40-meter-long Dao Qi condensed in mid-air, slashing towards Quan Dao Shen in the air, forcing Quan Dao Shen to dodge to the side.

Seeing this, Bu Jingyun was startled and uncertain, and Wuming immediately urged Bu Jingyun to join hands with Nie Feng.Bu Jingyun no longer hesitated, and Fengyun once again combined to attack a powerful enemy!
Jianchen and Wuming were on the sidelines healing their injuries, watching the tragic battle between Fengyun and Quan Dao Shen.

At this time, Fan Zhuoyuan had sneaked into the cell of Wushenjue Palace and rescued the emperor.

(End of this chapter)