Chapter Twenty-Seven: Martial Venerables Gather!
Zhou Xuan's small hands were crossed on his waist, his eyes were slightly small, and he glanced at Wang Li, Yu Haichuan, and Linghu Chu not far away.
At this time, Wang Li and the three of them saw Zhou Xuan's gaze projected towards them, and suddenly, they felt their whole bodies tremble.
The next moment!
Zhou Xuan jumped up and down in front of Wang Li, Yu Haichuan, and Linghu Chu, and said lightly: "For the sake of you being a great martial artist, it's a pity to kill the monster, as long as the sect where you are located is attached to my Great Zhou Dynasty, I can consider letting you go?"
The implication of these words is that the sect you are in is not attached to my Great Zhou Dynasty, so you have to die!
Hearing Zhou Xuan's words, Wang Li, Yu Haichuan, and Ling Hu Chu also struggled in their hearts, and when they glanced at each other, they were all able to see the other party's willingness to bow their heads!
"Our Nebula Sect belongs to the Great Zhou Dynasty!"
"Our Sword Sect belongs to the Great Zhou Dynasty!"
At this moment, Wang Li and Yu Haichuan smiled bitterly and said loyally to Zhou Xuan.
Zhou Xuan was also quite satisfied when he heard Wang Li and Yu Haichuan's words, and he also smiled, however, the next moment, he didn't hear Ling Huchu's words!
Immediately, his eyes fell on Ling Hu Chu, and he said indifferently: "What about you?"
"Me?"
Linghu Chu's eyes were filled with a touch of coldness, looked at Zhou Xuan, and said playfully: "This seat, what kind of character is it, why is it attached to Da Zhou!"
Oh, yes!
Their Northern Hades Hall can also be regarded as the top ninth-rate sect power!
Why did you belong to the Great Zhou Dynasty?
Could it be that this kid in front of him is a martial arts powerhouse?
Hehe!
Even if he is a Martial Sect Realm powerhouse, our North Hades Hall also has a Martial Venerable Realm powerhouse!
Kill this kid, raise your hand!
"Good!"
When Zhou Xuan heard this, his eyes were full of gloom, and he said lightly: "Since you want me to fulfill you!"
Rumble!
When the voice fell, Zhou Xuan shot directly and hit Ling Hu Chu's body with a punch, and the latter flew away upside down!
Poof!
Make Fox Chu spit blood!
Rumble!
Zhou Xuan shot again, hitting a distance of three inches from Linghu Chu, and suddenly, a loud voice rang out at this moment!
"Keep people under the fist!"
And at this time, the frightened face of Ling Hu Chu was brilliant and extremely arrogant, as if he had no fear!
"Humph!"
Zhou Xuan snorted coldly: "Just an ant, you also want me Zhou Xuan to keep people, is this possible?"
Possible?
No!
Highly unlikely!
You must know that if Zhou Xuan wants to kill, there is nothing that he can't kill!
A cold light flashed in Ling Hu Chu's eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched with a hint of playfulness, "Little fart boy, if you dare to kill me Ling Hu Chu, my ancestor will definitely not let you go!"
Your ancestor will not let Zhou Xuan go?
Are you kidding?
You must know that Zhou Xuan was the Taixuan God Emperor 100,000 years ago, only if he didn't let go of others, he didn't let him go!
Because, in Zhou Xuan's eyes, the strong man in the eyes of the world is just a big ant!
Raise your hand to extinguish!
"Really?"
Zhou Xuan looked at Ling Hu Chu, with a touch of curvature on his face, and said with a light smile: "Today, I'll kill it!"
Hearing Zhou Xuan's words, Ling Hu Chu also sneered, obviously, he didn't believe that Zhou Xuan dared to kill him!
However, the next moment, he didn't believe that something had happened to him.
"Here comes the sword!"
Zhou Xuan shouted at this time!
Shout!
A sword shadow burst out from the Great Zhou City and appeared in front of Zhou Xuan!
Phew!
Immediately, with a slight grip, Zhou Xuan suddenly slashed the Linghu Chu sword!
Poof!
His arms and legs were cut off, and blood spurted out like the water of a river!
"Ah......h
At this time, Ling Huchu's body fell to the ground suddenly, and he screamed miserably when he lost his arms and legs!
"Little brat!"
Ling Hu Chu's resentful eyes, staring at Zhou Xuan, roared angrily: "You dare to cut off my arms and legs, who gave you the courage?"
If Zhou Xuan wants to kill you Linghu Chu, he will kill him, why do you need others to give him courage!
It's ridiculous that you, an ant, a general of the defeated army, dare to speak so arrogantly to the victor, and you are not far from death!
That's right!
This made Hu Chu arrogant, indeed not far from death, and it was very likely that he would be killed by Zhou Xuan!
Look!
Wang Li and Yu Haichuan, how knowledgeable, knowing that Zhou Xuan is something they can't afford to provoke!
Surrender early!
How wonderful!
Unlike that Linghu Chu, on the road to death, he went farther and farther.
"Give me death!"
Zhou Xuan snorted!
Shout!
A sword light swept to Ling Hu Chu's forehead in an instant!
Poof!
A sword directly cut off Ling Hu Chu's head!
Blood is like a pillar!
At this time, Wang Li and Yu Haichuan, seeing this scene, their eyelids jumped and trembled, and they became more and more jealous of Zhou Xuan!
This little brat, where is the little brat?
Totally ruthless!
A ruthless man who is too powerful to speak!
Immediately, Wang Li and Yu Haichuan glanced at each other, and they could see the happiness in each other's eyes!
Thankfully?
Of course, I'm glad they didn't provoke Zhou Xuan like that Linghu Chu, otherwise, they would also end up like this!
"Boy, you dare to kill the hall master of my North Hades Temple, looking for death!"
At this moment, suddenly, a hideous and angry voice resounded at this moment!
Hearing this voice, Zhou Xuan looked along the sound, only to see that there was an old man not far away, wearing a red robe, holding a sword in his right hand, and his face looked a little old, as if he was sick!
He, the Supreme Elder of the North Hades Temple, Fan Feng.
"Who are you?"
Zhou Xuan's eyes flashed with a touch of disdain, glanced at the old man who seemed to be sick, and said lightly: "Under the sword of this seat, don't kill the nameless!"
Oh, yes!
To be qualified to be killed by Zhou Xuan, which one is not an existence of fear of strength!
Whether it was the Nine Heavens 100,000 years ago or the Kingdom of God now, it is the same!
To tell the truth, Zhou Xuan disdains the weak, mainly because the opponent is too rubbish.
At this moment, with Zhou Xuan's voice sounding, Wang Li and Yu Haichuan walked in front of Zhou Xuan, and said slowly: "My lord, he is the Supreme Elder of the North Hades Temple, and his strength has reached the Martial Venerable Realm!"
"So, you still call your Great Zhou's Wuzun powerhouse to come out, you are not his opponent at all!"
Great Zhou Wuzun is strong?
None of them!
Who should he call?
However, although he is a strong man in the early stage of the Martial Sect Realm, he can kill my Martial Venerable strong man in seconds.
"Oh!"
Hearing Wang Li and Yu Haichuan's words, Zhou Xuan felt a trace of warmth, so he glanced at them, and then nodded.
This Wang Li and Yu Haichuan's people are not bad!
If you have a chance!
Yes, I'll give you some advice!
Whew!
At this moment, suddenly, there were several figures, rushing towards the side of the Great Zhou City!
The next moment!
I saw that these figures all fell on Fan Feng's body at this time!
Take a closer look, the seven figures are all strong in the Martial Venerable Realm!!
"Nine-Stream Sect, Martial Venerable Gather!"
At this time, seeing so many Wuzun appear here, Wang Li and Yu Haichuan also exclaimed with their mouths wide open.