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Ziyang Zhenren's proud sword technique was unexpectedly blocked by the power of one person. Although the fight with Yue Guangzu consumed a lot of power before, Yu Wei is still there, and it is by no means something that ordinary people can resist with their own strength, Yue Guangzu is not good, Lu Gongli is not good, and Master Chongmiao is even worse, but he was blocked by others.

The amazing scene shocked the spot

The huge green dragon quickly blurred and disappeared as it rolled to the ground, and a figure sitting on the back of a strange beast appeared on the ground, he held a sword in one hand, and the long sword pointed forward, but the tip of the sword was grasped by the person in front of him. Snow and ice fell again in the air.

The two stood opposite each other, and neither of them moved much.

"I haven't seen you for many years, and my cultivation is so diligent, which makes Poor Dao very impressed."

Ziyang Zhenren's face was a little pale, and he looked at the person in front of him and said lightly.

But the person in front of him didn't say a word at all, looking at Ziyang Zhenren's eyes, it was like looking at a dead person, without any fluctuations.

"Huh?"

Ziyang Zhenren also noticed the unusualness of the person in front of him, even if the two were enemies of life and death, there was no need to say a word, even if they scolded twice, but now the other party was so silent that it made people feel chills down their backs.

The hand holding the purple electric sword did not shed a single blood under the blade, and it seemed that his palm was also a divine blade, which was comparable to the edge of the purple electric sword, and the big black hand was wrapped with wisps of black qi, like a ghost hand poking out of hell.

As soon as his body moved, the other hand of the sect leader quickly stretched forward and pulled out the head of the Lu Wu Divine Beast under the Ziyang True Seat, as if he wanted to grasp the huge head in his hand. Ziyang Zhenren's sword blade pressed down, Peng's sound, the sword palms were intertwined, and the two suddenly separated, and then rushed forward at the same time, the sword shadows flew wildly, and the figures were staggered, and they each used extremely fast body skills to shuttle and fight under the stage. A stream of black gas enveloped the figures of the two people, and the huge sword light of the purple electric sword slashed through it from time to time, and wherever this battle group rolled, stone chips flew everywhere, and even those empowerment puppets were not spared, and they were instantly divided into pieces by the billowing black qi and sharp sword light.

There was a sudden roar in the black air, and the ice and snow and black mist that enveloped the two of them dispersed outward at the same time, revealing the two who were instantly still.

A large hand was placed diagonally on Ziyang Zhenren's left shoulder, and the old Dao robe was stained with blood red.

The edge of the purple electric sword slashed diagonally on the right side of the sect leader's head and neck, half an inch into the flesh, but it could no longer be cut in.

The two of them just lost both ways of playing, and they caused trauma at the same time. This result was actually not what Ziyang Zhenren expected, his purple lightning edge was so sharp, and it hit the opponent's neck, and it should have dodged, but the other party did not dodge or avoid a sword, and at the same time hit himself. In terms of injuries, it is Ziyang Zhenren who is more serious.

Ziyang Zhenren looked at the sect leader in front of him in disbelief, as if he knew this person for the first time, thinking that the sect master back then was arrogant and arrogant, and it was impossible to use this method to hit himself hard, because it was not in line with his status, but now he wanted to be a scoundrel, he would rather not want his own life, but also let his blood be spattered on the spot, is this really a sect leader who has not been seen for many years?

Ziyang Zhenren's white eyebrows trembled, his eyes shot a terrifying light, and he said coldly: "Who are you?" ”

The person on the other side still didn't answer

Could it be that Ziyang Zhenren and Mrs. Li have recognized the wrong person, this is not the sect leader.

"You're not a sect leader at all!" Ziyang Zhenren shouted.

Ziyang Zhenren Huo Ran also made such an answer. The other party is ignorant and unconscious, only knows about killing, and it doesn't look like a normal person doing it at all. Ziyang Zhenren's voice contained true qi, and this sound of breaking off was like thunder rolling in the sky, making the other party suddenly shocked, and his eyes moved slightly, moving to Ziyang Zhenren's face.

The mouth that had been kept closed opened as hard as he could, as if trying to speak.

Ziyang Zhenren's heart moved, and he once again broke off and shouted: "Leave the sect master!" The skill and luck came out, and the words went straight to the mind and pierced people's hearts.

"I ...... I...... Yes! - "The figure finally spat out two I words, but suddenly, a swastika appeared on his skull, and in a flash, his eyes were wide open, and his blood-red eyes were shaken, and he raised his head and roared.

The black qi on his body suddenly soared, and the black cloak on his body was torn apart with a whirl, revealing his body entwined by countless iron chains, and the blood light surging all over his body, poofing a few sounds, and the black qi bubbled, and four arms grew under the ribs in an instant, each of which was tangled with dragons, thick and powerful, and then the blood on both sides of the skull flashed, as if there were two sarcomas, and two hideous bloody heads were squeezed out of the flesh, until they grew to the same size as the original one. From the time this rune lit up on his head, to the time he transformed into a three-headed and six-armed magic body, it was only a moment.

At this moment, any head of the sect leader is extremely hideous, his eyes are shining with red light, his murderous aura is flying, his face is distorted, and there is no possibility of clarity. Each arm was wrapped around an iron chain, and the end of the chain still wrapped around his body, as if the chain was long on his body.

The huge aura erected on the Kunlun platform, which made Ziyang Zhenren couldn't help but be a little shocked, only in this moment, the breath of the sect leader skyrocketed, like a true immortal descending to earth, and the majesty was unstoppable. The black qi around him suddenly spread outward, and the wind swept away, and all the swords and corpses around him, or ice and snow, flew away, and in an instant, the surroundings were empty.

The Ziyang True Sacrifice Sword surrounded the body, and the sundries that came from the collision were endless, and when the wind stopped, and when he opened his eyes again, two huge palms had slapped down from the air. The huge power makes people dare not look up.

Ziyang Zhenren shouted, the sword shadow of the purple electric sword slashed upward, with a loud bang, the sword shadow flashed wildly, but the pitch-black giant palm was not damaged, but the phantom of the purple electric sword collapsed with a soft roar. The huge palm followed closely, and Ziyang Zhenren hurriedly stretched out his palm and slapped a palm print upward.

The first palm print hit the black giant palm, the black giant palm shook and stopped pressing down, but then the second black giant palm followed and pressed down, Ziyang Zhenren's hair was open, exhaled and raised, and another palm was slapped out, and the second giant palm also stopped, but then the black light flashed in the air, and two more palms slapped down.

Ziyang Zhenren opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood on the purple electric sword, and the divine sword, which was already dim in sword light, shone again, and then the sacrificial sword came out, and a huge sword aura erupted from the air, and a purple electric sword phantom with a blood-red color appeared on the top of Ziyang Zhenren's head again, slashing towards the other two giant palms.

The light flashed, and the two giant palms split in half and dissipated silently.

Ziyang Zhenren's face was relaxed, and when he just wanted to withdraw the purple electric sword, the black qi turned by the giant palm that was chopped and dissipated quickly turned into a fist, and he was clamped left and right, and he had already hated the huge sword shadow of the purple electric sword. The sword shadow trembled, and with a soft click, countless cracks appeared in the sword shadow.

Ziyang Zhenren snorted, and the figure sitting on Lu Wu's back shook, and his face swelled with an abnormal crimson.

The other two giant palms that were originally supported by Ziyang Zhenren's palm prints suddenly pressed down, and the palm prints below also dissipated, and the giant palms were no longer blocked, and they fell to the top of Ziyang Zhenren's head, hitting the ground in turmoil, and the entire Kunlun platform shook, and the momentum was amazing.

Under such a majesty, no matter how powerful the Ziyang real person is, I am afraid that he will not be able to stay alive. Yue Guangzu and the others who saw this scene were all overjoyed, only that Xuanchunzi still showed a trace of sadness on his face, no matter what, as a fellow senior brother, Ziyang Zhenren did nothing wrong, and has always been a person worthy of admiration in the Kunlun faction.

In the rolling dust, a ray of light broke through the fog and went straight to the top of the Dharma platform.

As soon as the light fell, the figure of the Ziyang real man in tattered clothes was revealed. He didn't die under such an attack, but he just looked a little wolf. The Kunlun disciples on the surrounding Dharma platform cheered in unison, and their confidence, which had fallen to the extreme, was rekindled.

As soon as Ziyang Zhenren appeared on the high platform, he said to Cangzhen Dao: "Poor Dao will once again use the Divine Dragon Proud Sword Technique, you can use as much mana as you want, if you can't kill the enemy below this time, then ...... Flee for yourselves. ”

Cangzhen Daoist didn't expect Ziyang Zhenren to say such a thing, so he was stunned and said: "Uncle Shi, even if you are defeated, there are still so many people in us, everyone takes turns to fight, and I am afraid that he is only a few dozen people." "There are indeed only a few dozen people who broke the formation this time, not as many as the people brought in by Yue Guangzu for the first time, but these dozens of people are fierce and mighty, but they are better than hundreds or thousands of people.

Ziyang Zhenren turned his head and said with a bleak smile on his face: "I have my own ideas, you just need to follow orders, and there must be no mistakes." ”

Cangzhen Daoist nodded helplessly and said, "Obey the instructions of the master." ”

Ziyang Zhenren's eyes closed, and he erected the cracked purple electric sword in front of him, and a sword light slowly rose in front of him again. Cangzhen Daoist and Fairy Qingyi didn't dare to slack off, the four disciples of the text generation who had just cast the joint sword formation had retreated because of the loss of mana, this time Cangzhen Daoist and Leng Fairy went into battle in person, and the four sword lights with different eyes rose one after another. Even if the dazzling sword light was blocked by ice and snow, the people on the rest of the Dharma Platforms could see it clearly.

I don't know who discovered the strangeness on the main platform, almost at the same time, countless sword lights also rose on several secondary platforms, echoing each other with the main platform, and the sword lights emitted a light roar, and they were thrown into the largest sword light.

For a while, the sound of dragon chanting on the entire Kunlun platform was endless, and several divine dragon phantoms emerged from the sky and swooped downward. Among them, the arrogant sword technique performed by the Dharma platform where Ziyang Zhenren is located is the most powerful, and the rest are just foils. For a while, the entire Kunlun Terrace once again flew with sword energy, and the ice and snow smashed wildly.

A huge green dragon ejaculated with light, and after letting out a terrifying long groan, it meandered down from the air and rushed straight to a three-headed and six-armed figure under the stage.

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