Wu Gengji, I will become Zi Yu's apprentice at the beginning! ! !

A sword and a fist, two completely different forces intertwined and collided at this moment, making a deafening roar. The intensity of their battle even surpassed the duel between Wu Geng and Bai Lian, becoming the most dazzling focus on the battlefield.

Zi Yu's swordsmanship was agile and swift. Every time he swung his sword, it carried the burning power of the god-killing fire. The sword light streaked across the sky like a meteor, illuminating the entire battlefield.

The boxing style of Saint King Tianwu is domineering and violent, and each punch carries the power of thunder and lightning, as if it can tear the heaven and earth apart.

Their battle formed a magnificent spectacle in the sky, as sword energy and lightning intertwined, fire and thunder resonated, and every confrontation caused waves in the surrounding air, as if the entire space was trembling with their power.

The warriors of the Hidden God Department witnessed this battle, and their hearts were filled with shock. They knew that the battle between Zi Yu and the Holy King Tian Wu was not only a contest of strength, but also a collision of faith and will.

In this battle, Ziyu is not only fighting for his own beliefs, but also fighting for all the oppressed and bullied weak people.

As the God of War of the Gods, every move of Saint King Tianwu represents the glory and power of the Gods.

The battle intensified, the two figures moved quickly in the sky, each of their attacks was full of power and speed, and each collision burst out with dazzling light.

The fists of Saint King Tianwu seemed to carry the wrath of thunder in the universe. The power of all things lightning condensed on the tips of his fists, forming flashes of lightning that bombarded Zi Yu violently with deafening thunder.

Zi Yu showed no sign of weakness. The God-killing Sword in his hand burned with the divine Qi-refining fire. Every time he swung the sword, he was determined to burn everything. It collided with the thunder and lightning power of Saint King Tianwu in mid-air, stirring up layers of energy ripples, as dazzling as the collision of stars.

The deadly aura of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's divine power from the White Lotus Saint King was like a dark wind from hell, carrying an endless breath of death, which contended with the colorless wall summoned by Wu Geng's Qi refining, incantations, and the colorless world's divine power.

The colorless wall is like an invisible barrier that blocks the erosion of undead energy. The contest between the two is both a confrontation of strength and a contest of wills.

Standing high in the sky, Saint King Xuanfeng looked at the fierce battle below, shook his head helplessly, and said softly: "Four battle maniacs, I don't like fighting, it's better to be peaceful."

There was a hint of boredom in his voice, as if fighting was just a boring thing for him.

However, Wang Hun didn't think so. He summoned the sword of alternating light and darkness, and the power of light and darkness flashed on the sword. He stared at the Holy King Xuanfeng and said firmly: "Holy King Xuanfeng, I hate bad battles, but some battles are meaningful, such as overthrowing theocracy!" His voice was full of justice and determination, which could not be ignored.

Holy King Xuanfeng sighed and said, "Why should we fight? I don't want to fight either." There was a hint of helplessness in his voice, as if he did not want to get involved in this dispute.

"Stop talking nonsense, we are all helpless." Wang Hun pointed his sword at the sky in the direction of Xuan Feng and said indifferently. There was a hint of determination in his eyes, and he was obviously ready for the battle.

"There is no other way. I will fight you. The power of the Myriad World, the image of the storm!" The Xuanfeng Saint King, who had put away his casual attitude, finally became serious. There was a hint of determination in his words. As the powerful divine power was released, a huge tornado instantly formed in front of Xuanfeng, attacking the King's Soul with the power to destroy everything.

Behind Wang Hun, the people from the Shenyin Department quickly moved aside at Fuxi's command of "step back", making room for the upcoming battle.

Since they were not within the target range of Saint King Xuanfeng, and Xuanfeng did not like killing and had no intention of harming them, they were finally able to retreat smoothly.

At the same time, the six great gods standing behind Xuanfeng also hurriedly retreated to avoid being caught in it. After all, Xuanfeng's tornado attacked the front, and they were at the back, so their retreat was also very smooth.

Wang Hun flew high into the sky, facing the violent tornado. His figure seemed particularly small in the storm, but his will was as firm as a mountain.

With a powerful swing of the Qi-refining sword in his hand, Wang Hun merged the powerful power of darkness and light to form a powerful and huge Qi-refining sword energy, attacking the tornado. The sword energy was like a long rainbow of light and darkness, cutting through the sky and hitting the center of the tornado.

With a loud bang, the sword energy passed through the tall tornado and split it in two. The violent wind force disappeared under the effect of the sword energy and turned into nothingness. Wang Hun's sword not only demonstrated his great strength, but also showed his persistent pursuit of freedom and justice.

A hint of admiration flashed in Xuanfeng's eyes, but he did not give up the fight. He shouted softly and waved his hands again. The attack of the invisible sword became more and more fierce. The airflow in the air seemed to be given life, turning into countless tiny but sharp sword blades, attacking Wang Hun in an overwhelming manner.

Wang Hun's pupils suddenly shrank. Facing this almost all-pervasive attack, he knew that simple defense was no longer enough. He took a deep breath, and the Qi in his body accelerated. The power of light and darkness intertwined in his body, forming a more solid protective shield.

"Light and darkness interweave to protect my body!" Wang Hun shouted, and quickly formed seals with his hands. Lines of light and darkness interweaving spread out from his body, forming a translucent shield that wrapped him up completely.

The invisible sword's airflow sword hit the shield, making a harsh friction sound. Although the shield was constantly shaking, it did not break after all. Wang Hun showed a relaxed smile on his face, knowing that his light and dark shield had successfully resisted Xuan Feng's invisible sword.

However, Xuan Feng was not discouraged by this. Instead, a sly light flashed in his eyes. "Do you think you can stop me like this?" He smiled and waved his hands again. The attack of the invisible sword became more bizarre. The airflow sword began to change its trajectory in the air, looking for the weakness of the King Soul Shield.

Wang Hun's brows were furrowed. He could feel the invisible sword's offensive force constantly changing, and every attack seemed to be testing his defense.

He knew that the battle had just begun and he had to be more focused in order to win.

The battle between the two continued in this open space. The collision sounds of invisible sword energy and light and dark shields came one after another, forming a visual and auditory feast.