The Emperor of the Three Kingdoms Dominates Ten Thousand Realms System

"It's just some self-righteous guys, why should I be afraid of them." Yang Xiao sneered and stepped out.

"Yang Xiao, step back, and leave these people to the old man to deal with."

At this time.

An old man with white eyebrows stood up, it was Yin Tianzheng, the white-browed eagle king who had left the Ming Cult.

"You want to make a move?" Yang Xiao looked at Yin Tianzheng, a little surprised.

"Even though I have established my own family, I am still a disciple of Mingjiao. Now that these so-called righteous ways violate my Mingjiao, I, Yin Tianzheng, will never stand by." Yin Tianzheng replied.

"Okay." Yang Xiao looked at Yin Tianzheng with great satisfaction.

And this scene.

It also inspired the surrounded Mingjiao disciples.

The reason why the Mingjiao fell into the lower ranks was because of internal strife. If the Mingjiao was united as one, the sects in the Central Plains would have no strength to contend.

Unless the master master makes a move.

"Yin Tianzheng, you have to think clearly, if you make a move, it will be the mortal enemy of our six sects." The head of Kongtong looked at Yin Tianzheng and warned.

"Stop talking nonsense, let's fight."

"I would like to teach you Kongtong's unique skills." Yin Tianzheng stepped forward without any fear, and faced the Kongtong master directly.

"Since you are courting death, then I will fulfill you."

The head of Kongtong was also angry.

With a vertical movement, he turned into an afterimage and rushed towards Yin Tianzheng, while his right fist was raised quietly, gathering infinite violent killing intent.

"Seven wounded fist."

A punch blasted out, and with the force of breaking, it hit Yin Tianzheng.

"Seven Injury Fist, kills one thousand enemies, self-damages eight hundred, weak Daoer." Yin Tianzheng glanced coldly, and mobilized his internal strength: "Tianying grabs the hand."

The momentum was shocked.

Yin Tianzheng also greeted him.

All of a sudden.

The figures of the two quickly approached.

boom.

The fists and palms collided, and the terrifying energy spread, and the ground tens of meters around was shaken to collapse.

It can be seen that the strength of both of them is not weak, he has set foot on the level of innate realm.

The world level of this world is stronger than that of the divine sculpture world.

In the world of divine carvings, the innate realm is already considered a master, and can be called the five masters, named Jianghu.

But in this world of relying on the sky, although the innate realm is strong, it cannot be called the name of the rivers and lakes. Only when you have truly set foot on the level of a master can you be admired by thousands of people, and even the courts in this world dare not act recklessly.

For example, Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang School has been a master for many years. Even though the Wudang School has been established in the world for many years, Meng Yuan dare not be presumptuous in the slightest.

"As expected of the Kongtong Seven Injuries Fist, it is really powerful."

"The White-Browed Eagle King will definitely lose."

"This time, the Demon Cult will definitely be destroyed..."

I saw the moment when the two were fighting.

Those disciples of the so-called righteous way all spoke out one after another, showing off their might.

But the moment when the two are fighting.

For those with innate strength, they looked at each other calmly.

The collision of the two moves seemed to be a stalemate, but in their view, it was Yin Tianzheng who had the upper hand.

"The Eagle King will win."

"My teaching is sure to win."

Many Mingjiao disciples shouted loudly.

"If you retreat, I will spare your life." Yin Tianzheng looked at the Kongtong Sect Leader in front of him and said.

"Unless you hand over Xie Xun, I, Kongtong, will fight to the death with your Mingjiao."

"Death." The head of Kongtong punched out again with strong hatred.

The two fought together again, their fists and palms meeting, causing the surrounding void to vibrate, the shadows of fists and palms meeting continuously.

"I am the White-Browed Eagle King of Mingjiao, you juniors, get lost."

After dozens of strokes converged, Yin Tianzheng shouted angrily, his inner strength burst out, and he interrupted Kongtong's fist with a palm, and slashed out fiercely.

"puff."

After all, the leader of Kongtong was a little weaker, and was sent flying by Yin Tianzheng's palm, vomiting blood.

"Go away, I won't kill you." Yin Tianzheng stood up with his palms back, and said coldly.

"Hmph." The head of Kongtong angrily wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and retreated.

"The Eagle King Kamui."

"Eagle King Kamui..."

Seeing Yin Tianzheng's victory, all Mingjiao disciples shouted.

And those Righteous Path disciples all had expressions of displeasure.

"Who else in the righteous way dares to fight this Eagle King?" Yin Tianzheng waved his hands and looked coldly at the disciples of the righteous way.

"The poor one will meet you for a while."

The nun with the sharp sword moved with a murderous move.

"Master Miejue." Looking at the nun, Yin Tianzheng's eyes were a little dignified, to be precise, he was a little apprehensive looking at the sword in the nun's hand.