When the Martial Saint heard what Qian Jue said, his face changed drastically.

Soldiers can be killed and cannot be humiliated, not to mention that he is a dignified martial saint, respected by everyone in the secular world, and his status is extremely lofty, in the eyes of many people, he is already a god-like existence.

But he wanted to hang him at the gates of the city.

"There are some things that you better think about before you do them. The Martial Saint tried his best to suppress the pain in his body, and said calmly: "Although you have amazing talent, and you have not even been superior for thousands of years, you have not grown up after all. If you break my seal this time, you and I will not break the water of the river from now on. Otherwise, you will die a terrible death, and so will the people associated with you. ”

Qianjue shook his hand is a slap, and the "snap" on the face of the martial saint in the air was very crisp. He has not yet come out of the mood of the fall of the national teacher, and at this moment, he has planned every move, word and deed of the martial saint to the extreme.

"Threaten me?"

Qianjue stared coldly, and his black hair flew wildly, turning unstoppably with the murderous aura.

"I can't kill you, but that doesn't mean no one can kill you. It doesn't mean that there are no other weapons that can't kill you. But before I can kill you, let's show everyone your glorious image. ”

Qian Jue tied the martial saint with a rope, threw it on the city wall, picked up a spear from the ground, and threw it forward.

"Whew!"

The spear broke through the air, pierced the Martial Saint's clothes, and pinned him to the highest point of the city wall.

A generation of martial saints, a mythical existence, was nailed to the wall by a junior, his clothes were broken, his hair was messy, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding, and he was embarrassed to the extreme.

Qian Jue looked at the Martial Saint who was suffering in the wind, and there was no mercy at all, his heart had been tempered to be very cold. After thinking about it, he stretched out his finger again and engraved a few words on the city wall next to him: Supreme Martial Saint, peerless.

The big characters are filled with runes, blooming with a little golden light, which is very eye-catching.

As soon as the movement stopped, Qian Jue suddenly felt something strange, raised his eyes to look at the void, and found that above the sky, there seemed to be a faint aura rushing over.

"What's that?"

Qian Jue stared intently for a moment, and an extreme sense of crisis rose in his heart.

At this time, the sluggish Martial Saint suddenly looked up at the void, and a very happy smile appeared on his hideous face.

"Your Time of Death Has Come"

He looked at Qianjue, his face distorted from the pain, but the smile he squeezed out was extremely dazzling.

Qian Jue didn't have time to respond to the Martial Saint, because the thing that came from the void was definitely not made by this guy, but it definitely had something to do with him.

"Buzz!"

A touch of Changhong approached, like a thunderbolt, but it wasn't, because that thing looked gorgeous and gentle, but it was a little more domineering than the thunderbolt.

"No matter what it is, no one is afraid!"

Qianjue felt that Changhong had firmly locked on him, and he couldn't dodge it no matter what, so he had to use all the strength in his body and raise his hand to fight against Changhong.

"Boom!"

The treasure of the thousand absolute double fists is clear, the runes are swirling, the breath of the two immortals and martial arts is full of left and right, the strange veins flash, the power is majestic, and the tone collides together.

"Poof!"

Qian Jue was blown away by an amazing force, and strange wounds appeared on his body, and the blood that flowed out of it did not fall to the ground, but was ignited by the strange force and directly scorched!

Fortunately, Changhong has disappeared.

Streams of pain swept through the body, cold sweat broke out, and worst of all, the wounds didn't heal, and the blood burned down the blood and went down the veins.

"Get out of here!"

Qian Jue felt that it was a curse-like power, and immediately mobilized the power in his body to cover up and kill frantically. It took a quarter of an hour to expel that force.

But at this time, Qianjue also consumed all his strength.

This made Qian Jue frown, even if he was dealing with the Martial Saint just now, he didn't let him consume to this point.

"What's that?"

Qian Jue raised his eyes and looked at the Martial Saint.

Wu Sheng suddenly laughed, laughing even more viciously, still the same sentence: "Your time of death has arrived." ”

As soon as the words fell, from above the nine heavens, another long rainbow appeared.

That Changhong, compared to the first one, is thicker I don't know how many times, the momentum is amazing, and it comes out of the air. The power above is not extraordinary, and it directly shatters the void it passes through.

That kind of power, even if a wisp touches a thousand uniques, it will be wiped out at that time, let alone such a powerful beam.

Qianjue, who had no power in his body, sighed in his heart, he couldn't imagine that he was about to die, but he didn't know who he died in, and he didn't even know what these Changhongs who killed him were.

Changhong came in an instant, and came to a place above the head of a thousand people.

The rainbow is brilliant and blooms with dazzling light, but every inch of light is filled with a nirvana. The city wall reflected in it seemed to be radiated by high temperatures, and began to melt and deform, and it was uneven in an instant.

The strange thing is that although the Martial Saint was affected by the rainbow light, he was not affected in any way. On the contrary, the smile on his face was even brighter, and the look in his eyes seemed to have become a dead man.

However, a blink of an eye has passed, a breath of time has passed, and nothing has happened. Changhong, who was just enough to destroy the world, quietly annihilated in a place where a thousand peers were headed.

There was silence all around, no wind or grass, not a single speck of dust floating.

"How is it possible? A blow from the Martial Emperor can actually survive?"

Martial Saint's eyes widened, the blow just now was overbearing, it was a blow from his master, even he couldn't bear it in his peak state, Qian Jue refused to follow empty-handed anyway, and it was not affected at all.

"Martial Emperor ......" After hearing this word, Qianjue was furious in his heart.

There is no doubt that the Martial Emperor is the master of the Martial Saint, and he is the one who put the national teacher to death.

At the same time, he was equally curious, why didn't he die?

At the moment when Changhong was about to fall, he was ready to die, and his heart was peaceful. But it seems that a long time has passed, why is there no response?

He opened his eyes and found that nothing had changed, except that the walls had become twisted and deformed.

Suddenly, he swept his eyes and noticed that there seemed to be an additional person not far from his right.

Turning his head, Qian Jue suddenly raised his eyebrows.

It was a middle-aged man, tall, dressed in a long robe, heroic, but with white hair.

"It's you. ”

Qian Jue recognized it at a glance, this person he had seen before, and it was also in this place, at the gate of Xuandu. At that time, he felt that this person was extraordinary, but he couldn't see through it. Now it seems that this person's cultivation has exceeded his imagination.

"Thank you, seniors. ”

Qian Jue got up with great difficulty and bowed deeply to the white-haired man, but was held up by a soft force.

Naturally, Wu Sheng also saw the white-haired man, but he didn't recognize who it was. In his memory, it was impossible for such a master to exist in the secular world, could it be that there were people in the immortal cultivation world? and there seemed to be no ...... in the immortal cultivation world. Kindness?

"Are you...... Not guilty?"

Suddenly such a name popped into his mind, a name that made his heart tremble. This name represents a myth, even if you look at the whole continent, it is a myth.

But the man shook his head.

"I am not innocent. ”

The white-haired man said, and Chijue noticed a noticeable pause in his tone even when he said the name.

"My name is heavenly. ”