Qingluan Mark! Undoubtedly, this mysterious power must be Qingluan Mark.

This was a blessing in disguise for Yu Wanyang.

Jiang Wu's heavy blow not only failed to kill Yu Wanyang, but activated the Qingluan mark in Yu Wanyang's life soul.

Although he breathed a sigh of relief, Ling Yun's anger did not dissipate.

He knew very well that if Yu Wanyang hadn't had the Qingluan mark, the latter would have been killed by Jiang Wu.

"Go, go quickly."

Seeing that Ling Yun didn't move, Yu Wanyang became more and more anxious.

"Walk?"

Jiang Wu sneered, "Ling Yun, you shameless little bastard, under my nose, do you still want to leave?"

"Wanyang, have you forgotten what I told you?"

Ling Yun whispered to Yu Wanyang: "Be my woman, the only thing you have to do is trust me. Now, just adjust your breath here and leave everything else to me."

Feed a purple golden elixir into Yu Wanyang's mouth.

Then, Ling Yun suddenly turned his head.

His eyes were like wild beasts, staring at Jiang Wu fiercely: "Jiang Wu, I'm going to fuck your ancestor!"

Jiang Wu's face darkened: "You little beast, you dare to speak harshly when you are about to die..." Before he finished speaking... Boom! Ling Yun opposite him, like a ferocious beast that had been imprisoned for thousands of years, burst open the prison and took him with him.

With terrifying power, he faced him directly and rushed towards him.

Flames burn the sky! Buzz buzz... release.

Ling Yun no longer suppressed it and completely released the Eight Desolate Dragon Flames.

In Xihuang, Ling Yun had already refined the Eight Desolations Dragon Flame and integrated it into his life soul.

But the Bahuang Dragon Flame is too cruel.

Even though Ling Yun has refined it, he still can't completely control it. If he really wants to completely release it, if he can't control its ferocity, Ling Yun will probably be affected by it in turn and become a demon who only knows how to kill.

This is why Ling Yun rarely uses the Eight Desolate Dragon Flames to fight.

When he killed the city gate guards before, he only used part of the power of the Eight Desolate Dragon Flames.

But now, Ling Yun knew that even part of the power of the Eight Desolations Dragon Flame could not deal with a Martial Emperor.

At this point, he has only one choice, which is to completely release the Eight Desolate Dragon Flames.

As for the consequences of Bahuang Longyan, we can only wait until Jiang Wu is dealt with.

Ling Yun is not without confidence in this either.

He is a dignified Alchemy Emperor, and no matter how fierce the Eight Desolate Dragon Flames are, he is confident that he can eventually suppress it.

Sure enough, with the complete release of the Bahuang Dragon Flame, the murderous intention in Ling Yun's mind was like a volcano erupting, which could no longer be suppressed.

The next moment, Ling Yun came to Jiang Wu like a tyrannosaurus.

Everyone else around was stunned when they saw this situation, thinking that Ling Yun was really crazy.

Jiang Wu was the Martial Emperor.

But Ling Yun actually took the initiative to attack a Martial Emperor.

"How dare something like an ant provoke this emperor?"

Jiang Wu had no anger, only disdain.

He knew that Ling Yun was very strong.

If he wasn't strong, it would be impossible to kill Jiang Cheng.

But so what.

Martial Lord and Martial Emperor are completely different concepts.

For ordinary warriors, Wu Zun is already very strong.

However, compared with Martial Emperor, Martial Lord is nothing.

The strength of Emperor Wu lies not only in strength, but also in realm.

Every Martial Emperor possesses a terrifying martial arts will, which is enough to suppress the will of other warriors.

While speaking, Jiang Wu pressed out a palm towards Ling Yun.

When he pressed out his palm, a huge mountain of flames formed in an instant.

The projections of 18,000 ancient stars descended upon it.

This means that Jiang Wu's blow has a force of 180 million kilograms, which is truly terrifying.

In addition, in people's conscious perception, there seems to be an ancient blue luan on the huge flame mountain, spreading its wings boldly.

The mighty martial arts pressure was like a torrential flood, overwhelmingly rushing toward Ling Yun.

This is Jiang Wu’s martial arts will.

Terrible power and terrifying martial arts will, double suppression.

Everyone around was suffocated, thinking that there was no longer any suspense about this battle.

Ling Yun will definitely lose.

However, things like martial arts will have no effect on Ling Yun at all.

In this ancient continent, it is impossible for anyone to have a stronger martial arts will than Ling Yun.

Ling Yun completely ignored Jiang Wu's martial arts will.

Bang! An instant later, Ling Yun's fist collided with Jiang Wu's palm.

It looked like a dragon's head slamming into the giant flaming mountain.

What happened next seemed to be as expected, Ling Yun was blown away on the spot.

At this moment, the power released by Ling Yun was 160 million kilograms.

"You don't overestimate your capabilities..." Jiang Wu said indifferently.

Just as he was about to ridicule Ling Yun, he saw Ling Yun rush out again.

Jiang Wu frowned.

Ling Yun's tenacity far exceeded his expectations.

In addition, he felt something was wrong. Ling Yun seemed not to be affected by his martial arts will.

It's just that he didn't have time to think too much.

Ling Yun's second punch came crashing down.

"What?"

In just a moment, Jiang Wu's pupils suddenly shrank.

Because the power of Ling Yun's second punch was obviously stronger than the first punch, reaching 180 million kilograms.

The reason for this is because the power of the Eight Desolate Dragon Flames is being further released.

The second punch, collision.

Ling Yun and Jiang Wu are equally matched.

The Jiang family warriors all around fell into a daze.

"Emperor Wu?"

Ling Yun's arrogance became more and more shocking, and he punched out for the third time.

Bang! A figure was knocked upside down and flew out.

What shocked people was that the figure flying upside down was not Ling Yun, but Jiang Wu.

Boom! Jiang Wu fell to the ground, creating a five-meter deep pit in the street.

"Little beast!"

He let out a furious roar and rushed out of the pit.

However, as soon as his men rushed out of the pit and were still in mid-air, Ling Yun rushed in again.

"Who gave you the confidence to think that Emperor Wu would dare to touch my woman?"

Ling Yun roared loudly and punched out with his fifth punch.

Jiang Wu fell again.

"ah!"

This time, Jiang Wu completely lost his mind.

He was a majestic martial artist, but when he was so ravaged by a martial king, no matter how calm his mind was, he had to collapse.
To be continued...