"Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, Destroying the Earth and Divine Light........! This is impossible! How long have you been able to get the Turbulent Vajra, how can you control the treasure so quickly and cultivate into a supernatural power with a sword cultivator!"

Ximen Fu slowly propped himself up, his face was full of horror and inexplicable, and his eyes revealed a deep unwillingness and madness.

Lin Xiaoyuan and the others also looked at Broken Sorrow with wide eyes, their faces full of shock, but compared to the unbelievable, ghost-like expressions of Shocking Wind and Yu Jingchen, as disciples of Broken Sorrow, their ability to accept it was obviously much better.

Xu is commonplace, in the eyes of the three of them, the sorrow has almost been deified, omnipotent, no matter how many incredible things happen to the master, it is only as ordinary as eating and drinking, shocking, some are just full of reverence and yearning for Confucianism.

Ximen Fu was puzzled, the earth King Kong was the treasure of the Wuyun Sect, and there was a remnant of the breath of the immortal insects and demons on it, although he got the treasure, but if he wanted to refine it and master it thoroughly, how could he do it without at least ten or twenty days?

But the facts are in front of him, no matter if he wants to break his head, I'm afraid he won't be clear, there is a strange thing in this world called the Tianzong system, there is a BUG-like ability, just like a ********, specifically to lift the ban on the Heavenly Dao Collection, Lingbao inheritance, Tianlin Sword was like this back then, Zhengu Catalogue is like this, and now the same is true of the Earth King Kong Zhuo.

"Town!"

With an emotionless snort, the earth divine light condensed into a ring, and it was dispersed, pressing down like a mountain, and a huge aura enveloped all, more majestic and domineering than the earth divine power he cultivated!

Suddenly, the great array of the stone palace roared, and the spiritual power gathered like a dragon collapsed, as if an invisible rope was broken, and cracks were torn apart, and the four walls were born in vain, and the monks who looked at the corners of the four sides were frightened and cursed.

Ximen Fu's momentum is like a mountain, majestic and unfalling, but under the pressure of the brilliant divine light, the majestic power that swept over is overwhelming, to crush him to pieces, the knife is still sharp, but there is no such power as before, the world has changed color, only the sound of roaring and roaring, as if a dying person, violently roaring and wheezing.

"Boom ........."

The earthquake cracked, a circular aftermath shook and swept away, the entire stone palace cracked and shattered, collapsed and sank ten feet, fortunately, no one was innocent of this blow.

"Hey, old fellow, aren't you faceless and skinless, and you don't kneel down and beg for mercy? ”

The sound of ridicule was in his ears, Ximen Fu's robe was stained with blood, his face changed instantly, and when he looked back, he saw Lin Xiaoyuan sneering and mocking, and suddenly became gloomy.

It's okay to say this, he will endure it, maybe he will really pull down his face and beg for mercy, but it is this ant-like, yellow-haired little girl who has not even grown her hair sarcastically, if she really responds to her words today, how can he have a face to live, and how can the Ximen family tolerate him?

Lin Xiaoyuan seemed to be casually mocking, but it was tantamount to cutting off his last retreat.

The little girl's mind is not poisonous, for fear that this old guy has no face and no skin, and he will really do something kneeling and begging for mercy, so that the master will disdain to do it, and he will really spare his dog's life.

"Kill!!"

There was no anger, no begging for mercy, a cold angry shout, revealing a touch of madness, Ximen Fu's brocade robe was torn, scarred, in the desperate situation of life and death, in addition to panic, it was more of an unwilling anger, his eyes were scarlet, like a wounded beast, screaming, and slashing angrily.

The poignant and majestic sword gang tore the sky and the earth, exuding a terrifying and ferocious aura.

Lian is quite old, can he still eat?

"Boom!!"

Ximen Fu slashed backwards with his knife, stepping down into the air, the pitch-black war knife, suddenly shining dazzling black mang, a violent force like a starfall crushed the void, rolled with countless swords as sad as a broken mountain, like a torrent of angry waves, meteor shower roaring and slashing down.

"This is the Ximen family's peerless tactics - a thousand mountains to slay demons!!"

Yu Jingchen, who was watching the battle from a distance, was familiar with the Daozang, and when he saw the meteor falling and destroying the world, his face was a little pale, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he said it loudly.

It is said that the ancient ancestors of the Ximen family comprehended and created a killing method when they were bathed in blood and demon gods and endless killing.

Every knife method of warfare is cut out, there is a tragic and majestic momentum accumulation, endless, until the body is broken and the soul is scattered, this method of warfare is created for killing, fighting the demon god, it belongs to the killing tactics of killing a thousand enemies and self-damage and eight hundred, and it cannot be easily performed until it is absolutely necessary.

But right now, Ximen Fu is full of hideousness, his beard is stained with blood, and in the face of sorrow and persecution, he will die without a fight, and he has no way to retreat!

"This is your strongest strength?

Standing with his hands broken, the clouds were light and the wind was light, and his feet did not move at all, looking at Ximen Fu, who had once again regained his strength and slaughtered angrily, his expression was with a touch of coldness.

"Broken!!"

The knife has not fallen, and the endless sword has fallen like a galaxy, killing with infinite oppression, and slashing down.

Breaking sorrow and being fearless, he opened his mouth and let out a cold drink, the domineering sword sound, as if it contained immeasurable edges in an instant, crashed suddenly, Shi Gong trembled violently, and a sharp sword sound swept away in all directions, annihilating countless blades.

Holding the fist seal in his hand, a martial arts fist intent that shattered the sky and broke the law came to manifest, and the void cracked.

The muscles and bones vibrate, bursting with edge, endless qi and blood surging and roaring, and every inch of flesh and blood seemed to come to life in an instant, bursting out with a majestic and domineering essence power.

"Boom!!"

One step into the air, a punch blasted out, and the majestic and vast power was condensed in the fist, defending the terrifying blade that slashed the gods and demons.

There is a sharp edge on the surface of the broken sorrow, and the sword light is flowing, and he is like a sword god, a divine sword, and the edge is dazzling.

"Bang .........."

This punch slammed into the pitch-black war knife, and with a bang, the surrounding space collapsed, and the power of breaking the sky and breaking the law danced wantonly, and the blade like a mountain fell was annihilated inch by inch.

The war knife roared sadly, was smashed and flew around, sparks flew everywhere, this ancient domineering battle method of slaying the demon god, was actually smashed under the punch of sorrow, and was shattered and shattered.

Like an egg hitting a stone, the finely broken knives flew in all directions.

The method of battle was broken, Ximen Fu bore the brunt of it, and the entire Dao body cracked, like a broken porcelain, dripping with blood, and flew out upside down again. The terrifying power, every inch of retreat, was annihilated inch by inch with the void outside the body.

One can imagine how terrifying the fist power that was raging and destroying in Ximen Fu's body at this time was.

(End of chapter)