Martial Godly Emperor

3As long as he did not use the sword technique he used, even if a large number of guards rushed over, Ding Li and Fan De still had doubts and could not do anything to him.    

    

But if he did not use his ultimate move now, his life would be in danger.    

    

The Brutal Tapir skin mask on his face made his face look pale. He wore a look of despair and reflected a golden light.    

    

No matter how he looked at it, he was the real Zhao Yuan.    

    

"Haha, trash, die!"    

    

"No matter if you are the original trash or the person who was possessed, die now!"    

    

Fan De shouted fiercely.    

    

He hated this silkpants' face to the extreme because he had been ridiculed by this man countless times.    

    

Actually, he originally did not want to use this kind of ultimate move because he still had to guard against Ding Li, who was eyeing him covetously from the side.    

    

But this kid forced himself too far.    

    

He originally thought that he would kill this kid first and then seize the key in his hand. That way, he would have the confidence to negotiate with Ding Li and enter the Flame Peak.    

    

There was a very big secret in the Flame Peak.    

    

Once he grasped it, it could be said that the Cultivation Level could be greatly improved.    

    

At that time, even the experts of the Ding Family wouldn't be able to do anything to him.    

    

Besides, he could also peek into the nature of this world from that mountain peak.    

    

What was the nature of this world? Many people would say that strength was the most important thing in this world.    

    

Perhaps it was things like the Heavenly Dao, Dao Fate, and sins.    

    

However, when he was talking about the essence of an incomplete cultivation technique that he had obtained by chance, he did not mention anything about strength, Heavenly Dao, or sin at all.    

    

"Did Zhao Yuan really get possessed or something? His understanding of the Cultivation Level is much higher than the Zhao Yuan I knew before."    

    

"Fan De is also very powerful. His Sabre Dao has returned to its original state. If I fight him, it will be difficult for me to win."    

    

"There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the sect all of a sudden?"    

    

What happened tonight had broadened Ding Li's horizons.    

    

No one would have thought that Fan De, who was usually submissive to Han Lei, and Zhao Yuan, the useless silkpants, would have such an amazing Cultivation Level.    

    

"However, if Zhao Yuan doesn't have a powerful technique to counter Fan De's fierce attack, he will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die."    

    

"Even if he passes this stage, with Fan De's Cultivation Level, he will still be able to kill him."    

    

"I need to make some preparations. I need to go down and grab that key."    

    

Ding Li shook his head and sighed.    

    

He saw that all of the golden lightning was about to hit his body.    

    

Meng Yu knew he couldn't wait any longer.    

    

"Sword-style: Wither!"    

    

This sword strike was an ultimate skill that Meng Yu had comprehended from the Killing Stage.    

    

When the Withering Sword-style appeared, along with the Imperial Wind Sword, countless Wind Vines emerged from Meng Yu's sword.    

    

These vines were tightly arranged around him, forming a huge wind wall.    

    

After that, the vines extended outwards.    

    

Every time it touched a bolt of lightning, the bolt of lightning would wither and turn into dust.    

    

Countless vines spread out in all directions.    

    

They came into contact with countless bolts of lightning.    

    

The two of them exchanged life and death, disappearing in the midst of extinction.    

    

At this moment, the night that had been decorated with countless golden bolts of lightning had dimmed and disappeared.    

    

Meng Yu's sword had also locked onto Fan Lei at the same time.    

    

"Sword Heaven-earth, this is the Sword Heaven-earth?"    

    

"Not only that, I can also feel the aura of a Killing Stage sword."    

    

Fan De was stunned.    

    

This meant that this young man in front of him had already mastered a complete sword path, and was constantly expanding it.    

    

For so many years, he had been hiding the Cultivation Level, and not many experts had met him. Therefore, very few people had mastered a complete Minor Sword Path.    

    

Meng Yu took a step forward with his sword, and his body exuded a majestic aura.    

    

His long hair and clothes flew up into the air.    

    

Although Fan De was trapped by the Sword Heaven-earth, he knew that he could escape this attack.    

    

However, after being stared at coldly by this young man, his entire body trembled.    

    

He could smell the scent of death!    

    

"Falling Wind Partial Snow!"    

    

Meng Yu used the strongest move of the Wind Chasing Sun Extinguishing Sword Technique that he had mastered.    

    

A huge gust of wind blew down from the sky.    

    

It had blown away many years of time, blowing away the young man's wind.    

    

The surrounding snow turned this place into a stretch of silver sand.    

    

What was frozen was age, not memory.    

    

Fan De's heart suddenly pounded.    

    

He thought of his wife.    

    

When he was 11 years old, he entered a small sect called "Red Blade Gang" to cultivate.    

    

When he was 28 years old, he became an inner sect disciple of the Red Blade Gang.    

    

His wife was the Second Elder's daughter, You Meng Tu.    

    

He still remembered the time when he met You Meng Tu. It was a rainy night.    

    

After cultivating in the forest, he ran into the rain and hid in the cave.    

    

Later, a beautiful figure also flashed in because of the rain.    

    

The young girl did not expect that there would be someone here. She was first shocked by him, and then she recognized him. Only then did she naughtily stick out her little pink tongue.    

    

That was an extremely cute and mischievous woman.    

    

Their meeting was filled with the romance of the rain and confusion of the night.    

    

Then they walked together.    

    

But ten years later, he was discovered stealing the sect's Secret Book and escaped. It was You Meng Rabbit who had secretly sent him a message, and had escaped the sect's pursuit many times. However, in the end, he had been discovered by the sect. Fortunately, she had the Second Elder's father to back her up. She had been placed under house arrest.    

    

Later on, she died.    

    

Because of the invasion of foreign enemies, many people from the Red Blade Gang died, and their strength was greatly reduced.    

    

Fan De received the news of her death, and knelt in the direction of the Red Blade Gang's mountain gate for ten days and ten nights.    

    

The wind was very strong, and snow fluttered in the air. It had frozen his body, but it couldn't reduce his sins.    

    

After escaping from the sect, he didn't even look at her again.    

    

If he hadn't gone to steal the Secret Book from the sect, he would have lived happily with her, wouldn't he? Even if there were enemies invading, he wouldn't let her die.    

    

Sometimes fate was wonderful, sometimes it would torture people to death.    

    

He never got married again.    

    

Because in his heart, there was always that cute and naughty girl.    

    

At this moment, the wind and snow were fluttering in the wind. Fan De seemed to recall the heart-wrenching feeling he had when he learned that You Meng Rabbit had died.    

    

"No!"    

    

He cried out in pain.    

    

The large saber in his hand slashed out a bolt of lightning towards the snow.    

    

The beautiful little snowflakes shattered.    

    

They disappeared like the corpses of butterflies.    

    

The little snowflakes disappeared one by one.    

    

The wind fell.    

    

The surroundings became silent.    

    

However, Fan De could smell the killing intent of the sword.    

    

Above his head, the space suddenly cracked, and countless snowflakes fell once again.    

    

A treasured sword emerged from the snow.    

    

It stabbed into his head.    

    

"Ah..."    

    

Amidst the miserable screams, Fan De's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that he had been killed by Zhao Yuan!    

    

"You are not Zhao Yuan..."    

    

He spat out a mouthful of black blood that dyed the night wind red.    

    

He gritted his teeth, and his aura instantly soared.    

    

Meng Yu felt that something was wrong.    

    

Sure enough.    

    

Bang!    

    

Fan De's Dantian exploded.    

    

Meng Yu hurriedly used his wind shield to protect himself.    

    

But he was still injured.    

    

Fan De, this scumbag, was unwilling to die just like that. Before he died, he still wanted to drag him along with him!    

    

Meng Yu flew backwards.    

    

He already knew that his identity had been exposed.    

    

"You are not Zhao Yuan."    

    

"Who exactly are you? Speak!"    

    

Ding Li questioned in a deep voice, and his hoarse voice still remained by his ear.    

    

However, Meng Yu sensed a biting cold killing intent.    

    

Countless brilliant light waves were attacking him.