Being able to see the existence of the fourfold realm with your own eyes, and dying in front of you is worth more than anything else.

Even if it is the existence of the fourfold realm, it is the same if it is not killed by their own hands.

For a while, the scene was about to explode. And Arut, who had already retreated to the side and gathered together, and a group of cultivators from the Western Holy See Elder Group, each of them had a strong look of grievance on their faces, which emerged.

At this moment, they really wanted to rush forward to stop Fengyu Zhenren.

But first, they are not strong enough.

The second is the group of monks who fought with them before, one after another, who did not relax their surveillance for a moment. Now on both sides, it's good that neither of them will do anything, once they act. Then the monks who are staring at them will definitely set off an even more violent impact, and kill them all with a very unreasonable trend.

To know.

The threat is much greater now than it was now.

Because in addition to these people, there are also the four Zixiao Dao Masters who have been vacated, and their strength is below the fourfold, the top Triple Perfection Realm monks. Perhaps each of these four people was extremely seriously injured.

But the strength of each one is still very strong.

Once they join the battle, the whole scene is absolutely one-sided.

Arut felt terrible when he thought about it. Even at this time, a wisp of unconcealable grief emerged from the faces of him and other companions whose breaths fluctuated.

They feel like they're going to be finished.

This atmosphere of inadversity weighed on each of them.

If they continue, I'm afraid that without the other party's action, they will collapse first.

'What to do?'

'Am I going to be left here?'

'If the Holy King dies, I'm afraid I won't be able to live!'

'Well-behaved, how did you become like this?'

'God, help me!'

'Ah!' From Arut downwards, every cultivator of the Holy See Elders was not in a calm mood. Unconsciously, one by one, their eyes fell on Arut's body.

The strongest of their group is Arut, who can they look at without him?

Arut, whose face was full of bitterness under everyone's gaze, shook his head.

For a while, everyone's expressions were even more sad.

At this time, Fengyu Zhenren set off an aura like a mountain and a sea, and rushed towards the Bright Saint King, a rich and deep killing aura that shone in all directions, and at the same time, it also fell on the body of the Bright Saint King. This being, who had just been slapped on the ground by Fengyu Zhenren, was about to rush up, and his body fell back uncontrollably.

Then I heard a bang.

The ground, which had been pressed by his body, shook again.

For a while, this pothole sank a few more points. And the Bright Saint King, who was the person concerned, shook his body, and there was already a mouthful of blood spurting out. I saw this guy standing up high-spirited, his eyes full of tyrannical aura, staring at the Fengyu Zhenren who flew across the sky, and scolded sharply: "Old Taoist, no matter what, I am also the Holy King of the Holy See!"

"In the entire Western world, only the Lord is superior to me. ”

"If you kill me, you will face the triple pursuit of my Holy See Knights, the Bishopric, and the Elders!"

"Even if you are an excellent cultivator and strong old Taoist, you will not be able to withstand it in the face of a comprehensive attack from my Holy See!"

"When the time comes, don't say that it's you, or even the entire Huaxia Cultivation Realm, will be implicated because of this! Have you ever thought about such consequences? Old Daoist!"

The Bright Saint King stared at the real person of Fengyu.

The only thing this guy can move out of is the Holy See behind him.

In fact, this matter is no different from what he said. As a holy king, if someone kills someone, it is impossible for the Holy See to not react, and they will definitely start a more ferocious battle.

Merely.

His threats are also the wrong target.

What kind of character is Fengyu Zhenren?

The first man in the world.

Now that he has broken through the fourfold realm, the title of the first person will obviously continue to exist.

How could a mere threat shake his determination to kill this person?

I heard Feng Yu Zhenren say indifferently: "What about the Holy See? Why should the old Tao be afraid? Back then, the old way crisscrossed the west, and when your Holy See was in and out a few times, you guy didn't know where to hide and play in the mud." ”

"Hehe, you still threaten me with this, this is the level of your Bright Saint King?"

"If I were to say, that's not all. ”

"Lao Dao wants to kill you, you don't need to ask other people's opinions! As for your Holy See wanting to retaliate, just come! Speaking of which, the sword in Lao Dao's hand has not tasted the blood of a living person for too long, and he also hopes to take advantage of this opportunity to be presumptuous. As he spoke, a deep and cold sword blade appeared directly from the top of Fengyu Zhenren's head.

The blade of the sword came out.

The breath of Fengyu's real people is even more chilling.

Seeing this scene, the Bright Saint King's facial muscles jumped up and down, and his hoarse voice rang out: "Aren't you afraid of triggering a war between the two sides?"

Fengyu Zhenren was expressionless, and said in a deep voice: "The world has been peaceful for a long time, so much so that some people have forgotten how our world came about. ”

"If you want to fight, come!"

"I can't ask for it!"

"Only in this way can the world move. ”

“！”

Speaking of this, Fengyu Zhenren's face was even more indifferent, "Okay, all the nonsense, you can go on the road!"

The cold color in the pupils of Fengyu real people became more and more intense.

The next moment!

His sword weapon had already set off a furious momentum, and it blasted towards the Bright Saint King who was lying in the pit, unable to move.

This sword of Fengyu Zhenren is not his spirit weapon-level weapon, but it is also a magic weapon that has already reached the magic weapon, and it is one step away from achieving the existence of a spirit weapon. At this moment, the sword blade moved, and the momentum that came out was extremely terrifying.

Many people who saw this scene couldn't help but exclaim: "Is this the great real person, the killing sword that rampant in the world in the early years?"

"I didn't expect that the real person actually took it out today. He's an old man, is this the rhythm of going on a killing spree?"

"I think so!"

"Now that the world has a strange breath, it's really time to move!"

As for the Bright Saint King lying on the ground, the look of horror in his eyes had turned into despair.

The threat was fruitless.

Reduced mobility.

Now it's another powerful move.

The Holy King of Light has already smelled death.

Don't say that now, even in his heyday, he can't stand it.

'Am I going to die?'

'I didn't expect that I would end my life in such a way!'

'I'm not reconciled!'

The eyes of the Holy King of Light were full of unconcealable sorrow.

If he had known, things would have turned out like this, and he wouldn't have come over anyway.

It's just a pity.

In this world, there is no regret medicine.

The grievances of the Bright Saint King are still useless mood swings after all.

And Arut and the others who witnessed this in the sky, their faces were gloomy, and there was no shortage of them at all.

The Holy King of Light is dead.

Their good days, of course, are over.

At that time, their life and death will all be controlled by the cultivators of the Huaxia Cultivation Realm, whom they despise.

Such a feeling.

It makes them very uncomfortable.

Merely.

It's at this critical juncture.

At the critical moment when he was about to crit the Bright Saint King and completely wipe out this Holy King of the Holy See, a crack suddenly exploded around the Bright Saint King, and a black flame suddenly flashed out. And the moment the black flame appeared, there was an unusually deep and powerful aura, and it dispersed directly. For a while, the dark and heavy breath, like irrepressible ink, spread out crazily.

In a short time, it was already shrouded within a radius of ten meters.

Meanwhile!

The tyrannical sword light that Fengyu Zhenren evolved fell on.

I heard a bang.

Feng Yu Zhenren's sword light was like smashing on cotton, although the black air mass evolved from this black flame was depressed, but in the end, it still failed to tear the air mass and bounced back.

The Fengyu real person who flew over moved slightly, and with a move with one hand, he saw the sword light and the sword blade put away together, stopped in the air, and stared at the flickering black air mass with a deep gaze, and said, "I didn't expect you to come too!"

In the black air mass, an old voice sounded with a cough: "If you don't come, you can't do it! After all, Guangming is too young! After all, his temperament is still a little frizzy, what should I do if there is an accident? Facts have proved that my decision is correct. ”

"If I don't come, my Holy See, the future Holy Venerable, will fall here!"

Feng Yu Zhenren said in a deep voice: "Even if you have achieved the fourfold realm, your cultivation is extraordinary, but you think that with your own strength, you can take this person away?"

Fengyu's real voice did not fall.

The void not far away shook slightly, and the imposing thundercloud real person also walked out.

This moment.

The two great real people one after the other, forming an incomparably deep net, covering everything within a radius of twenty meters from top to bottom. And in this area, of course, there is also the black air mass that appears, as well as the Bright Saint King hiding in the black air mass, and the owner who doesn't know where the old voice comes from.

The atmosphere of the whole scene was instantly calmed down, and then exploded again.

Wisps of uncertain and uncertain eerie aura spread out like grains of dust suspended in the void.

Whether it's Qin Feng who is already on the road.

Or other monks who had just set off and were fully prepared, wanting to join in the fun, all took advantage of the situation to stop their steps, and their deep eyes fell directly on the air mass that was carrying the sword of Fengyu Zhenren.

I'm afraid that the appearance of the real person of Thundercloud was also ignored by them.

"What is this?"

"Could it be that there are other masters in the Western Holy See who are ambushed here?"

"These damn guys, they deserve to be thundered!"

"I really don't know whether to live or die!"

"Fortunately, the thundercloud real man is also here!"

"Yes, fortunately, the thundercloud real person appeared in time, otherwise if this thing continues to get out of control, there may be some kind of chaos!"

And in the sky, Arut, who was originally full of grief and despair, suddenly changed his expression, and with violent joy, he rose up and exclaimed: "Could it be the Great Elder of Darkness, his old man has also broken through?"