"See how arrogant you can be!" Mo Xin snorted coldly.

Once the Holy Lord is alarmed, no matter who Ning Chuan is, it is impossible to have good fruits to eat today.

What if you have a holy soldier in your hands?

In front of the Holy Lord-level powerhouse, all external forces are empty.

Only real strength is the greatest capital.

It's ridiculous that Ning Chuan still wants the desolation of Zixiao Holy Land, this is simply not knowing life and death!

The audience was extremely quiet, the needle could be heard, no one dared to say a word, and they all waited quietly in place.

The matter has come to this point, and even the Holy Lord-level powerhouses are about to be alarmed, which is obviously beyond everyone's expectations.

It's hard to imagine how today's events will end in the end.

"Buzz ......"

I don't know how long it took, when Hao was gradually setting in the west and the sunset was reflecting the sky, suddenly, a vast breath quietly emerged.

As if an ancient saint had been born, a terrifying aura permeated the whole audience, overwhelming everyone and almost breathless.

As far as the eye can see, I can only see that directly above this square, where the originally calm and empty space is, suddenly burst into an abyssal mouth, and a thin figure stepped out of it.

This is a middle-aged man, his eyebrows are like swords, his eyes are like blue sky, as if he contains hundreds of millions of galaxies in it, and he looks extremely profound.

That kind of innate superior breath, leisurely glowing, did not deliberately release the breath at all, just that peerless demeanor is enough to let people know that this is definitely an invincible existence in the world!

"Holy Lord!"

Seeing the appearance of the middle-aged man, Mo Xin and Yunnan Zhi, including all the people in the Zixiao Holy Land present, couldn't help but get excited.

"Mo Xin, what happened when you called me?"

The Zixiao Holy Lord frowned slightly, glanced at the situation in the field, and saw that something was wrong.

"Holy Lord, this son's name is Ning Chuan......"

Mo Xin briefly explained the cause and effect of the matter to the other party.

"Holy Lord, you must be the master for us, this son has a holy soldier in his hand, he wants to suppress us and others, and he also speaks wildly, wanting the 'desolation' that I Zixiao has collected over the years. ”

"Suppress him at the foot of my Zixiao Mountain for a hundred years, otherwise it will be difficult to vent his hatred!"

Several other elders also followed suit, eager to let the Holy Lord take down Ning Chuan immediately, wait for Zixiao, and suppress it for a hundred years.

The Zixiao Holy Lord nodded, and then looked at Ning Chuan, "I hurt my Zixiao disciple first, and then I used the Holy Soldier in my hand to hurt Elder Mo Xin and others, no matter what the cause of the matter is, as the Holy Lord, I should ask for an explanation for the people under my sect." ”

"Listening to Mo Xin's words, do you still want the 'desolation' that exists in my Zixiao Holy Land?" When he said this, the Zixiao Holy Lord couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Waste, this is a kind of thing that only existed in the primeval period, and in this era, the heavens and the earth have changed, and there is not much left of the waste, which is extremely difficult to collect.

This is a kind of Great Dao Source Qi used to repair the Holy Soldiers, and it is needless to say how precious it is.

Whether it is Zixiao or other holy places, this kind of thing is impossible to give people easily, but it is kept as a treasure.

"I won't take it for nothing with you, it just so happens that Mo Xin and these people from Yunnan fell into my hands, so I exchanged their lives for your Zixiao's desolation, isn't it too much?" Ning Chuan said with a serious face.

Even though he was facing a saint-level power that was invincible in the world, he still looked calm on his face now.

"Hehe, since the deity is here, how can the lives of Mo Xin and the others be in your hands?"

The Zixiao Holy Lord smiled and looked at Ning Chuan as if he were looking at an ignorant person.

"Buzz ......"

The moment the words fell, a vast holy power permeated his body, covering the sky, as if forming a big mountain, shrouding the sky.

"Being able to hold the holy soldier in your hand, it seems that your identity is not simple, but unfortunately, in front of the deity, you should not be so arrogant and arrogant. ”

The Zixiao Holy Lord shook his head, looked at Ning Chuan with an indifferent expression, and did not take the other party in his eyes at all.

When the words fell, the holy power that shrouded this void fell like a heavenly river, pressing towards Ning Chuan.

"Click......"

However, before this vast holy power could completely descend, it suddenly collapsed, turning into a wave of chaotic qi that swept through the sky.

"Huh?"

This sudden scene made the Zixiao Holy Lord suddenly couldn't help frowning.

"In this case, if the negotiations don't come to fruition, then I'll tear up the ticket. ”

Ning Chuan's faint words spread throughout the audience, and then in front of the Zixiao Holy Lord, he pinched the Tong Bow Divine String in his hand, and then gently pulled it away.

"Whew!"

The piercing sound of breaking wind sounded, and the brilliant arrows shot out, piercing through the void, so fast that even the Zixiao Holy Lord couldn't react.

"Bang!"

In front of everyone in the audience, the arrow finally descended on a Zixiao elder, shooting him into a blood mist, and he didn't even have time to scream.

"Presumptuous!"

When he reacted, the Purple Sky Holy Lord suddenly narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Ning Chuan actually killed one of Zixiao's elders in front of him!

This is definitely a great provocation for myself!

"I'll give you another chance, Huang, will you give it or not?"

Ning Chuan didn't care what the other party was thinking, he looked at the Zixiao Holy Lord, and spoke again, "Next time, it's not just one person who will die." ”

"You dare?"

Seeing Ning Chuan pull his bow again, the Zixiao Holy Lord was furious, and while he was drinking, the spiritual power in the sky frantically converged towards his location, and an infinite terrifying aura spread throughout the audience, overwhelming everyone breathlessly.

"Boom!"

A touch of holy Dao sword light slashed down out of thin air, and around the sword light, there was a terrifying aura of law intertwined, if it was cut down from that distant primeval time, it could kill all living beings in this world.

"Click!"

Ning Chuan turned the direction of the divine bow in his hand, and shot out with the power of an arrow, directly extinguishing the opponent's attack, the sword light collapsed, and if an egg touched a stone, it would be vulnerable at all.

"How is this possible......"

Such a scene happened in front of him, so that everyone in the audience couldn't help but gasp.

This is a saint-level powerhouse who is invincible in the world, enough to sweep through the five major domains.

His full force blow was easily defused by Ning Chuan?

"I don't know how to lift!"

Ning Chuan snorted coldly, the divine bow in his hand was pulled into a full moon by him for the first time, and he suddenly saw that the aura that filled this heaven and earth was surging towards him frantically, condensing into an incomparably gorgeous arrow in his hand, as if as long as this arrow was shot, it would make the Zixiao Holy Lord hate it on the spot!