Chapter 48: Buddhist Semi-Emperor, Sign-in Opportunity Refresh

Su Jiutian's realm is only the early stage of the semi-saint realm. Relying on his combat skills, he can easily kill three semi-saints in seconds.

If I could obtain this fighting skill, wouldn’t I be invincible among those of the same level? I could even fight against a semi-emperor.

There was a strong greed in the eyes of Wang Zhan and the other twenty semi-saints.

"The gun comes out like a dragon!"

"Evil Sword Technique!"

"The mountain is overwhelming!"

……

While they were distracted, the six Martial Saints and the Netherworld Dragon under Su Jiutian seized the opportunity, attacked with all their strength, and displayed their strongest fighting skills.

"Boom boom boom!"

There was a loud roar, and energy overflowed in the air.

Wang Zhan and others did not dare to be distracted and focused all their attention on dealing with their opponents.

Su Jiutian relied on the powerful Six Meridians Divine Sword to kill one enemy semi-saint after another in seconds.

In this way, the pressure on semi-saints such as Cheng Yaojin, Jiang Wei, Qi Jiguang, and Gao Shun was greatly reduced.

But in the same way, the generals of the major legions and the 500 personal guards faced enemies that were hundreds or even dozens of times their number, and many of them were killed.

"The remaining semi-saints are left to you."

Seeing this, Su Jiutian left a word, no longer hesitated, and used the Xiaoyao body skill to kill the enemy martial artist.

The next moment, he pointed with his hands continuously, and laser-like fluorescent lights appeared, accompanied by the falling of corpses.

In just the blink of an eye, more than thirty martial masters were killed.

When Wang Zhan noticed this scene, his eyes were bloodshot.

He never expected that Su Jiutian, who was only in the early stage of Semi-Saint Realm, had such terrifying combat power.

He wanted to break away from the battle and kill Su Jiutian, but he was entangled by Yuwen Chengdu.

"Su Jiutian!"

Seeing Su Jiutian slaughtering more Martial Lords, Wang Zhan roared angrily.

Because if this continues, five hundred Martial Lords and a thousand Martial Emperors will not be enough for Su Jiutian to kill alone.

More importantly, nearly half of the hundred semi-saints had been killed by Su Jiutian.

"Don't worry, you all have to die!"

Su Jiutian opened his mouth slowly, and as soon as he finished speaking, he attacked frantically, slaughtering one enemy martial master after another.

If he noticed that Cheng Yaojin, Yue Fei, Qin Pojia and others were at a disadvantage, he would also use the Six Meridians Divine Sword to help them.

"Roar!"

At this moment, the Netherworld Dragon let out a roar that shook the earth, and its ferocious head slammed into the body of an enemy martial saint with a bang.

The terrifying force caused the chest of this martial saint to cave in, his mouth filled with blood foam, and he flew backwards hundreds of feet, hitting the ground heavily, leaving a deep groove, and was soon trampled to death by the Fiery Bull.

Time passed, and in a short while, most of the enemy's 500 martial masters were killed by Su Jiutian.

Among the twenty-one Martial Saints including Wang Zhan, three have already been killed.

The two million imperial guards suffered heavy casualties when facing the 750,000-strong army under Su Jiutian.

In addition to the fact that the realm of the two million imperial guards is generally lower than that of Su Jiutian's army, there are also 50,000 Fiery Bulls.

The other 50,000 Fire Bulls crushed the 50,000 Ice Wolves.

At this moment, Wang Zhan's expression was as gloomy as ink and he was burning with anger.

He came here with great confidence, but he never expected that this would be the case.

The seven martial saints under the command of the bandit leader were actually able to defeat the twenty-one of them.

He has even killed three people.

"I said, it won't be me who will die, but you!"

Su Jiutian looked at the angry Wang Zhan and spoke coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he once again used the Six Meridians Divine Sword to slaughter the enemy martial master.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Zhao Yun, Yuan Zuozong, Yuwen Chengdu and others as well as the Netherworld Dragon attacked with all their might.

As time passed, almost all of the enemy martial masters were killed by Su Jiutian.

There were only a few of the hundred semi-saints left at this time.

Thousands of Martial Emperors were also quickly killed as Su Jiutian took action.

More than half of the two million imperial guards have been killed or wounded.

Fifty thousand ice wolves were completely wiped out by the fire bulls.

As for the enemy's original twenty-one Martial Saints, only sixteen were left. Suddenly, including Wang Zhan, the remaining sixteen Martial Saints felt dizzy and dazed.

"Hahaha, you've been poisoned by me. You're dead now."

When he was in doubt, Ding Chunqiu's wild laughter rang out.

"Kill them."

Su Jiutian stood with his hands behind his back and spoke coldly.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

As the order was issued, Zhao Yun, Yuan Zuozong, Yi Jifeng and others no longer hesitated and attacked with all their strength.

Originally, the twenty-one people were no match for the six people and the dragon, not to mention that there were only sixteen people left and they had been poisoned by Ding Chunqiu.

In just a short while, two people were beheaded.

At this time, Su Jiutian felt that his realm had successfully entered the middle stage of Martial Saint Realm.

"At this rate, after a few more battles, I will be not far from the Semi-Emperor Realm."

A smile appeared on Su Jiutian's face.

But soon, the smile on his face disappeared.

In this battle, none of his Martial Saints or Half-Saints died, but more than half of the deputy generals and lieutenant commanders of each major legion were lost.

Even among the five hundred personal guards, nearly three hundred martial kings died in battle.

Among the hundreds of thousands of troops under his command, at least tens of thousands were killed or wounded.

Although this battle achieved an unprecedented victory, the losses on our side were also unprecedented.

Su Jiutian sighed silently, and could only hope to sign in for the legion member resurrection card as soon as possible to revive those who died in battle.

"The gun comes out like a dragon!"

At this moment, Zhao Yun roared, and the Longdan Silver Spear roared out like a silver dragon, piercing through the body of a Martial Saint and killing him.

"Eight Famous Sword Styles!"

Yi Jifeng was not willing to be outdone, and he used the unique skills of Mingjian Villa. Under his control, eight flying swords pierced through the chest of a martial saint on the enemy side.

Another Martial Saint fell.

Yuan Zuozong, Netherworld Dragon, Yuwen Chengdu, Lin Pingzhi, and Ding Chunqiu, four people and one beast, also killed one person one after another.

In the blink of an eye, seven of the sixteen Martial Saints were killed, leaving only nine people including Wang Zhan.

At this moment, these people were completely desperate and terrified.

Especially Wang Zhan.

He cursed the empress in his heart.

He did not want the so-called credit for suppressing the rebellion, he just wanted to enjoy himself in the capital.

But the empress forced him to come.

it's good now.

The whole army was destroyed.

Twenty Martial Saints, one hundred Half-Saints, five hundred Martial Lords, and one thousand Martial Emperors, none of them survived.

There is absolutely no possibility of survival for myself.

"Boom boom boom!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Zhao Yun, Yuan Zuozong and others naturally would not hold back.

As the seven people took action, a roar erupted, and terrifying waves swept across the sky and earth.

Wang Zhan and others would naturally not surrender, but would fight with all their might to resist.

Unfortunately, this is doomed to be in vain.

Not long after, two Martial Saints were killed by Yuan Zuozong and Lin Pingzhi.

At this point, only seven of the twenty-one Martial Saints remained.

"Ding! The sign-in opportunity has been refreshed. Congratulations to the host for getting the monthly sign-in opportunity. Would the host like to sign in immediately?"

At this moment, a system prompt sounded in Su Jiutian’s mind.

"I can finally sign in again." A smile appeared on Su Jiutian's face.

"Amitabha!"

But in the next moment, a Buddhist chant resounded through heaven and earth.

Then, a middle-aged monk appeared in everyone's sight.

And it exudes an aura that far exceeds the realm of Martial Saint.

(End of this chapter)