"Um?"

Seeing the unexpected change in the sword force suppressed, Wang Ting was slightly surprised.

Unexpectedly, the suppression force erupted after the sword momentum merged with the space node would actually give him an unexpected surprise.

"My sword posture seems to be extremely suitable for the space nodes. The level of ease is not inferior to the Ten-State Sword Demon, which I used the ideal sword technique. The entire sword posture seems to be constructed from eight space nodes, forming a framework... etc., eight space nodes?"

The thoughts in Wang Ting's mind were turning.

A mid-stage practitioner of the Sword Saint stage would be completely impossible to pose any threat to him now, so that he still has time to consider other issues at this time.

"According to the records of the Dongtian Sword Sect, the prototype structure of the Kingdom of God is based on six space nodes. Therefore, after I had six empty crystals, I tried to construct the prototype of the Kingdom of God, but in the end, I failed very thoroughly... The Kingdom of God is an illusory rootless thing, and I did not seem to have a transformation from legend to demigod before. Obviously, if I wanted to construct a Kingdom of God, I still lacked some steps, and the foundation was not firm enough. However, there is no legend, and the realm of the demigod. So, using my current sword force as the basis to construct the Kingdom of God? The Great Perfect sword force of the eight major fields is integrated, and to a certain extent, it is somewhat similar to the foundation laid by the legend and demigod realm. Can I try to construct a brand new prototype of the Kingdom of God on this basis?"

Bold ideas emerge in my mind.

Moreover, as soon as this idea came out, it was already a bit out of control. If it weren't for the lack of top-quality hollow crystals, he would have been eager to try it out.

The reactions of the three swordsman-level powerhouses in the Sith Empire were extremely fast.

When Wang Ting was slightly distracted to study the changes in the sword force, the three of them had already used their own methods and arrived through the air. In the blink of an eye, they had landed on the air patrol battleship where Gelin was located.

One of these three sword saints is the guardian sword saint who is always in the Sith capital, and the other two are actually familiar with the royal court.

One of them was the sage lord Xue Wuhen, a holy land of the Great Snow Mountains in ASEAN, who joined the Sith Empire, and the other was the ascetic saint king who captured him from ASEAN to the Sith Empire after the duel with the strongest legendary swordsman Xue Jianbei.

Among these two people, each of them is a strong man who has been immersed in the Sword Saint stage for many years, especially the Ascetic Saint King, whose cultivation has reached the peak of the Sword Saint. Perhaps it has not reached the level of Juekong Sword Saint and others, but it will definitely not be inferior to the number one strong man in the new Xuanfeng Continent.

"Rong Ting?"

Seeing that it was Wang Ting who appeared here, Xue Wuhen looked obviously surprised: "I didn't expect you didn't die overseas?"

"What a strong sword force! Moreover, this sword force... carries a kind of unpredictable force, and I can't sense the specific strength!?"

Compared to Xue Wuhen's surprise, the Ascetic Saint King fell on Gelin, who was suppressed by Wang Ting with his sword.

"Let go of Marshal Green right away!"

Another powerful swordsman shouted loudly, and his sword was instantly unsheathed. The momentum on his body was already rising rapidly. It seemed that as long as Wang Ting dared to say a word, he would take action in an instant and kill Wang Ting, who dared to scatter wildly over the capital of their Sith Empire, in one fell swoop.

"ridiculous."

Wang Ting glanced at the sword saint. While suppressing Gelin, he was unable to move, the Ruosheng sword in his hand could still swing out with one sword. The terrifying sword force on the sword exploded in the moment he came into contact with the sword saint, not only defeating all the momentum he had finally stimulated. The shocking force continued to impact his body, smashing his protective energy into pieces, and then bombarded him with blood from his mouth, falling down from the air patrol warship, and being swept away by the strong wind. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a small black dot in front of several people.

Such a powerful swordsman had no support for a single turn in front of the royal court.

Especially when dealing with the sword saint, Wang Ting suppressed the sword saint Gelin. His strength fell into the eyes of the Ascetic Saint King and Xue Wuhen, and at the same time, the pupils of the two of them shrank rapidly.

"Sword Mahayana!"

"You have actually been promoted to the realm of Sword Mahayana!"

Xue Wuhen said in his mouth, with a hint of fear in his tone.

How many years have it been? In just a few years, this young man has actually gone from a legendary swordsman to a sword-strate Mahayana, a sword-strate Mahayana who has condensed eight major fields. His cultivation level is no longer below the Sith Pope.

"No wonder the great Pope regarded you as his biggest enemy back then. He said that only you and Mu Qingshuang could be considered two uncertain variables in this continent. He also told him personally that once you appear in ASEAN, he must tell him personally that even if he suspends his cultivation and forced his way out, he will kill you two. Over the years, we have been paying attention to your whereabouts and striving to kill you two in the cradle. It's only a few years later, without any clues between you. We all thought you were killed by the Lord of Storm. Don't expect that after three and a half years, Wang Ting, you appeared again, and after appearing, your cultivation level was promoted to the realm of the Mahayana of Swords."

The Ascetic Saint King stared at Wang Ting, and there was no fear in his eyes. There was only a lot of emotion: "When you first met you, you defeated Xue Jianbei, which was a time of high spirits. But at that time, it was still easy for me to kill you. I didn't want to change now, and my status changed. It is not difficult to see from the fact that you can suppress Gelin with your sword power. If you want to kill me now, it would be easy."

"So, who can know what happens in the future?"

Wang Ting looked at the old man and said calmly.

After saying that, he looked at Xue Wuhen again and said, "For your business, Kolos, Li Xiaoyun, Xia Wushang and others will naturally look for you, making you pay the price of betraying ASEAN..."

When Xue Wuhen heard Wang Ting's words, he felt relieved in his heart.

Wang Ting has now been promoted to the Mahayana of Swords. It is quite easy to kill him. Even if he wants to escape, he cannot do it unless the Sith Pope is willing to save him personally.

But if it were Colos, Li Xiaoyun, and Xia Wushang, his pressure would be countless times smaller. These people had just been promoted to the Sword Saint Realm. Not to mention that they came one by one, even if the three of them took action together, Xue Wuhen would be sure to deal with them and then defeat them one by one.

Wang Ting glanced at the Ascetic Saint King, his tone was calm, but he was almost suffocating oppression: "Saint King Ascetic, look at the entire Sith Empire, no one can stop me. The only target I came here this time - Pro! The most powerful person in the continent!"

"The most powerful person in the continent!"

The ascetic Saint King looked a little sad.

"What a pity."

"pity?"

The Ascetic King shook his head: "I will take you to meet the great Pope, let go of Marshal Gerlin."

Wang Ting glanced at Ge Lin.

An ordinary sword saint who has not mastered the Frost Realm, this sword saint cannot pose any threat to ASEAN, which now has the Silver Blood Swordsman Legion.

The pressure on his body was lighter, and Ge Lin had already staggered and almost fell to the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.

However, at this time, Gelin dared not say anything arrogant anymore. The scene where Wang Ting suppressed him with his sword force alone caused an unimaginable impact on his confidence, making him deeply understand that he, the so-called Grand Marshal of the Sith Empire, and the so-called Sword Saint, may not be as powerful as the legendary swordsman in his eyes.

"Marson Gerlin, Saint Lord Xue Wuhen, you go back, Your Majesty the King's Court can be treated by me."

"yes."

Xue Wuhen, Ge Lin and the others responded respectfully and quickly left, looking quite like they were granted an amnesty.

Seeing this scene, Wang Ting couldn't help but think of the scene when he first became an enemy of the Daxue Mountain Holy Land.

Back then, it was obviously the Daxue Mountain Holy Land, but because it was inevitable that people would be strong, even if the Divine Selected Swordsman Academy occupied the word "Real" and was suppressed by the Daxue Mountain Holy Land, so he had to end the affairs of the Daxue Mountain Secret Realm peacefully. At that time, although he wanted to get justice, under the terrifying pressure of Xue Wuhen, the powerful swordsman, he was powerless in everything.

But now...

The life and death of the Holy Lord of the Great Snow Mountain, who seemed arrogant, was just a matter of his thoughts.

"Your Majesty the King's Court, please here."

The Ascetic Saint King bowed slightly, then he rode his body and flew off the air patrol warship and headed straight into the capital of the Sith Empire.

Although many demon cannons in the Sith Empire were still in charge at this time, and this imperial capital was considered to be in danger, the royal court did not hesitate and followed the Ascetic Holy King, directly crossed the sky above the imperial capital, and came to the holy land of the Sith Empire, the holy land of the Sith Empire, the holy mountain inhabited by Pope Sith and others.

Compared with the previous one, there has not been much change in the Holy Mountain, and even the number of towers has not changed.

Although Xue Wuhen led the Holy Land of the Great Snow Mountain to surrender to the Pope of the Sith, it was still impossible to get the trust of the Sith Empire in a few years and move into the Sith Empire.

"There are many powerful swordsmans in the Sith Empire."

With his powerful spiritual sensing, Wang Ting had already realized that there were actually six powerful swordsmans hiding in this holy mountain.

The six sword saints, plus the three sword saints that appeared before, not counting Xue Wuhen, have reached nine people. This number exceeds the number announced by the Sith Empire.

"It's just that a few younger generations have luckily broken through to the Sword Saint."

The ascetic king answered politely.

As they spoke, their figures had fallen directly on the high tower on the holy mountain where the stars were arching the moon.

The tower of the Pope of the Sith.
Chapter completed!