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This scene happened so abruptly that everyone was stunned.

After reacting, he was in a cold sweat, and his hands and feet were cold.

On the stone wall a hundred meters away, the silver spear reflected the cold forest in the sunlight.

Song Ding, the emperor of the first rank, is now nailed to death on the stone wall by a silver spear, and his body swings in the wind, like a rag doll, with no dignity at all.

At this time, all of them felt something and looked at the same place at the same time.

I saw a young figure walking slowly.

When the other party approached, Zhan Hu's eyes suddenly widened, and a strong surprise erupted in his eyes.

"Sir!"

Chu Xun looked at Zhan Hu, nodded slightly, and said, "Long time no see." ”

After speaking, with a flick of his fingers, a purple qi submerged into the body of the war tiger.

"Thank you, sir!" Zhan Hu hurriedly thanked him, the purple qi entering his body was rapidly repairing his strength.

Chu Xun chuckled and shook his head.

Yan Chong and the others stared at Chu Xun closely, secretly thinking about themselves.

Chu Xun beckoned, the silver spear flew back, and Song Ding's body slipped down the stone wall, staining the stone wall with blood all the way.

With the spear in his hand, he shook it slightly, making a buzzing and trembling sound, and the tip of the spear was aimed at Yan Chong, and then moved towards Zuo Ziqiu.

"You two, go up together. Chu Xundao.

"Who is Your Excellency?" Yan Chong asked.

Although Chu Xun did not have internal fluctuations in his body, the two of them did not dare to be careless in the slightest, killing Song Ding with one shot, although there was an element of sneak attack, it was undeniable that this person was definitely a ruthless person.

"Scared?" After speaking, with a snort, the silver spear was inserted into the bottom and took two steps forward. "Is it okay now?"

Thunderstorm and the pretty widow were dumbfounded, this was to fight Yan Chong and Zuo Ziqiu with their bare hands.

Only Zhan Hu's eyes were hot, and he could see Chu Xun making a move again, after more than ten years, I don't know where he has reached now?

Yan Chong and Zuo Ziqiu glanced at each other, their faces were ugly, in their opinion, Chu Xun was too big. One person is facing two human emperors head-on, and Yan Chong still has a secret treasure in his hand. No matter how you look at it, it's like looking for death.

Swish!

Zuo Ziqiu's long sword was cold and pointed at Chu Xun.

Yan Chong also took a step forward, and the gossip bronze mirror in his hand began to burst out with golden light.

"No matter who you are, the people who killed me from the Quartet Sword Sect will die today. Zuo Ziqiu's long sword roared, like a bloodthirsty viper.

Chu Xun chuckled and said, "You talk too much nonsense." ”

Zuo Ziqiu's long sword shook, as fast as lightning, the tip of the sword swallowed, and when he stepped out, the ground exploded, stabbing towards Chu Xun.

Before the sword arrived, the sword qi was coming, and the skin was cold.

Chu Xun raised his hand, purple qi was swirling, and he punched lightly.

Burst!

The sword tip was scattered by a punch, like a firework extinguished. Then, the fist slammed into the tip of the sword, making a metallic impact and sparks flew everywhere.

Zuo Ziqiu's face changed suddenly, the opponent's fist was as strong as dark iron, and the sword in his hand was a sword that sharpened iron like clay, but it couldn't pierce the opponent's palm. Then, in the next moment, a powerful force surged down the sword body like a tide.

He hurriedly fought against it, only listening to the sound of "bang", and the energy ripples visible to the naked eye spread. He snorted, was shocked and fell backwards, and the ground under his feet burst into bursts, and it was not until he retreated a few dozen meters that he completely unloaded the powerful force.

Zuo Ziqiu's eyes were full of jealousy, the other party's strength was too strong, and half of his body was paralyzed, making the sword's arm tremble.

Seeing that Zuo Ziqiu was shaken back by a punch, Yan Chong, who was about to make a move, couldn't help but stagnate.

Thunderstorm and the pretty widow looked at Chu Xun dumbfounded. One punch shook Zuo Ziqiu back, how strong is this? Moreover, this person is not young, and the two of them are full of shock in their hearts.

Only Zhan Hu was short of breath and his eyes were blazing, and he took all this for granted.

"You're too weak. Chu Xun opened his mouth, there was no element of drama, Zuo Ziqiu's cultivation was much worse than Cui Xingyi of the Quartet Sword Sect that he had killed before.

Zuo Ziqiu's face turned red, and his eyes were gloomy. He is the emperor of men, how can he ever be so despised?

"Hubris. He shouted angrily.

The long sword was cold, and countless sword flowers were pulled out on his face, and the tip of the sword was volleyed into the air, as if it was piercing the water, and the air was violently agitated.

Swish!

The dense sword shadows in the sky appeared, and ten thousand swords roared in unison, and the sword aura rushed into the sky, which was spectacular and terrifying.

"Ten Thousand Shadow Sword, slash!"

With Zuo Ziqiu's explosive drink, the sword shadows in the sky moved together, the sword light shimmered, and the chill was piercing, roaring towards Chu Xun.

Chu Xun chuckled, Wanying Sword, he had been taught more than once, it seemed that the sword skills of the Quartet Sword Sect were very lacking.

Chu Xun raised his hand and wrote in the air, his posture was comfortable, and he was a simple iron painting silver hook.

Bang!

The last stroke fell, and the void let out a roar, and a cold killing intent swept through, and a purple killing word appeared in the air.

Kill the word.

Chu Xun stretched out his finger.

The killing word roared, and the evil aura was permeated, and the words that were originally the size of a fist rose against the storm, and in the blink of an eye, they became the size of a dinner table, rolling up and flying out with a chilling cold killing intent.

Bang bang ......!

The sword shadow collided with the killing word, and suddenly it burst into flames like smoke in the sky, deafening, and a terrifying storm shocked.

The huge killing purple light burst out, and every sword qi that hit it was shattered, it was simply unstoppable, and the murderous aura was monstrous. Crushed all the way, pushed horizontally, and all the sword qi was dispersed and extinguished.

Zuo Ziqiu's face became panicked, and he hurriedly retreated, and the killing word struck like lightning, hitting the place where he was standing before.

Rumble!

The terrifying explosion was earth-shattering, the earth exploded to cover the sky, and the terrifying cracks in the ground extended.

Zuo Ziqiu flew fast, but he was still swept away by the storm, and he opened his mouth to vomit blood.

At the same time, there were bursts of dragon groans, and eight golden dragons struck Chu Xun.

Yan Chong repeated his old tricks and wanted to sneak attack Chu Xun.

Chu Xun stretched out his arms, making a crackling sound like popping beans, the bones in his body resonated, and the golden mangs were blazing, mixed with Hongmeng purple qi, oozing out along the pores, and put on a purple-gold battle suit for him.

The next moment, Chu Xunren had already rushed into the air, pinching the fist mark in his hand, and bursts of dragon groans came out of his body, which was very strange.

A punch was blasted out, and the purple qi tumbled, roaring into the air.

Boom!

A golden dragon shadow exploded, and the Venus floated in the sky, and soon extinguished.

Bang bang ......!

The fist momentum was like a storm, and after seven punches in a row, the remaining seven golden dragons exploded in response.

Chu Xun refracted in the air and threw a punch towards Yan Chong, and a purple fist mark burst out.

Bang!

Yan Chong's body protection qi was defeated, and the purple fist mark hit his chest, directly blasting him away, and the gossip bronze mirror in his hand was also shaken out of his hand.

Chu Xun stretched out his hand, and the bronze mirror flew and fell into his hand.

Thunderstorm and Pretty Widow are stupid, it's too scary, and it's a big mess.

"Give me back the treasure. Yan Chong fell to the ground, his qi and blood surging and almost spurting blood. Seeing that the secret treasure that was hard to get fell into Chu Xun's hands, he rushed over and wanted to take it back.

Airplanes!

The golden rays of the Bagua Bronze Mirror skyrocketed, to the point of terrifyingness, and the surrounding 100 meters were shrouded in gold.

The eight dragons chanted in unison, resounding through the heavens and the earth, terrifying people's souls. Immediately after that, the eight golden dragons crossed the sky, and the terrifying dragon power spread, and even the thunderstorm and the pretty widow felt like a boulder in their chests, and it was difficult to breathe. Yan Chong, who bore the brunt of the attack, only felt as if he was stuck in a swamp, sweating profusely on his forehead and moving slowly.

Chu Xun raised his hand and pressed it in the air.

Eight golden dragons swooped down, fierce and fierce, and the oppressive ground burst.

Yan Chong's eyes were about to split, his whole body stiffened, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

The eight dragon shadows soared into the sky with golden light, falling with the power of crushing everything.

Boom ......!

Eight earth-shattering explosions in a row, the entire Fenglin Mountain Canyon was trembling violently, and the smoke and soil were rolling like a wave, covering the sky and the sun.

After a long time, the smoke and dust cleared, and everyone stared at each other, and their faces couldn't help but be different.

I saw Yan Chong frozen like a stone sculpture, unscathed. A few dozen meters behind him, a large crater appeared on the ground with a diameter of more than ten meters.

Poof!

Yan Chong's legs were weak and collapsed to the ground, just now he really thought that he was dead, and the human emperor was no different from ordinary people when facing death.

When the eight golden dragons whizzed past his body, he felt exactly the power of destruction. If it really falls on him, he will be blown into slag if he can't even carry two of them.

Chu Xun chuckled, slightly mocking.

"Who the hell are you?" Zuo Ziqiu stained his clothes with blood and supported the ground with his sword.

"Chu Xun. ”

Chu Xun said.

"Chu Demon King. ”

"Chu ruthless. ”

Thunderstorm and the pretty widow exclaimed in unison.

The news of Chu Xun's beheading of the Human Emperor had already spread throughout the martial arts world, and it was difficult for them to know the shadow of the famous tree.

Yan Chong gasped, creepy.

Zuo Ziqiu's eyes were also stunned, no wonder it was so terrifying.

Chu Xun put away the gossip bronze mirror in his hand, glanced at Yan Chong, and said, "This is my friend's thing." ”

Yan Chong was startled, he was about to cry, and secretly said that he was unlucky.

"I'm here to take over the Yanlong Palace. Chu Xun expressed his intentions.

Thunderstorms and pretty widows look at each other.

Yan Chong and Zuo Ziqiu didn't even dare to raise their heads, and were silent.

"If you have any opinions, just let them go. Chu Xun said indifferently.

"I have no opinion, the Purple Phoenix Group resolutely supports Mr. to control the Yanlong Palace. "There is no one happier than Zhan Hu, who hurriedly responded.

The pretty widow's beautiful eyes flowed, she smiled, and said, "Chu Demon...... God, in charge of the Yanlong Palace, my Firefox Group has no opinion. ”

The pretty widow is very smart, and no one can stop Chu Xun from taking charge of the Yanlong Palace today.

Chu Xun bowed slightly at her. Then with a flick of her fingers, a purple gas sank into her eyebrows.

The pretty widow's face changed suddenly, and then she was pleasantly surprised, "Thank you!"

Thunderstorm's face kept changing, and he subconsciously looked at the pretty widow, and when he saw that the other party was glaring at him, he immediately understood, and hugged his fists and said: "My Wind Thunder Group is also willing to support Chu Shen to take charge of Yanlong Palace." ”

Chu Xun nodded, and the same purple qi shot into his body, helping him heal his injuries.

"I am also willing to follow the God of Chu. Yan Chong hurriedly spoke, and after speaking, he looked at Chu Xun with worried eyes.

Thunderstorm and the pretty widow also looked at Chu Xun nervously, because it was rumored that Chu Xun's reputation was not very good.

Seeing that Chu Xun was silent, Yan Chong became more and more nervous, and his heart was about to jump to his throat.

Everyone present understands that Chu Xun is not a soft-hearted master.

Yan Chong's forehead was sweaty, and he trembled nervously, like a prisoner waiting to be executed.

"I accept your following. Chu Xun suddenly spoke.

Yan Chong was stunned for a moment, then his face was ecstatic, and he exhaled heavily, Chu Xun didn't say anything more, he was about to collapse. Chu Xun's coercion enveloped him, like Mount Tai pressing on the top, it was too terrifying.

The pretty widow and the thunderstorm glanced at each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes, and they were also a little gloomy, and they were so dignified that they didn't dare to resist, which was really sad.

"Take a drop of your blood. Chu Xundao.

Yan Chong was puzzled, but he still quickly forced a drop of blood from his fingertips.

Chu Xun beckoned, blood floated over, he quickly sealed, and the drop of blood red rose sharply, becoming more and more blazing.

A moment later, with a flick of his fingers, the blood from the ground was submerged into Yan Chong's eyebrows.

Yan Chong's body shook violently, and he felt something more in his mind?

"Come here. Chu Xun said to Zuo Ziqiu.

Zuo Ziqiu was helpless, he was not lightly injured, and he knew that there was no hope of escaping in front of Chu Xun, so he could only reluctantly come over.

Chu Xun also took a drop of his blood, sealed it, and then hit it into his eyebrows.

"What did you do to me?" Zuo Ziqiu's back was hairy, his feeling was the same as Yan Chong's, his back was cold, as if there was a knife against the back of his head, as if he was about to end his life at any time.