Chu Ling stood there and was under the full force of the three Spirit Venerables at the same time. But he didn't move, and he still looked light. The monstrous waves, when they reached within three zhang of Chu Ling, immediately turned into a calm stream. Not a single leaf had fallen around him.

"Hades, you should be honored. Since we and the others joined forces to besiege Kunlun, you are the second person to let me join forces. ”

The true god of the Angel Temple spoke slowly.

"Really?" Chu Ling put his hands behind his back and sneered: "The Huaxia powerhouses didn't kill you back then, let me finish it for them today." ”

After speaking, Chu Ling took a leisurely step forward.

He was at the center of the momentum of the three powerhouses, and he moved his whole body. Shrouded by the aura of the three Spirit Venerables, normal people don't even dare to move their little fingers, not to mention moving, for fear of attracting a thunderous blow from the three of them. But Chu Ling ignored everyone and walked leisurely.

"Not good. ”

Chu Ling took this step, but the faces of the three Spirit Venerables changed in unison.

Everyone only felt that Chu Ling, who was originally firmly locked by his breath, actually stepped on the weakest point of everyone's momentum at this time. It's like the eye of a big array, the door of the iron cloth shirt. Chu Ling stepped on it with one foot, suppressed the momentum array, and forced the three of them to move with him, and the mortals were the masters.

"Damn it. Can't let him go on like this. ”

The three of them were so sad that they almost wanted to vomit blood, and the elegant man hurriedly shouted.

"Boom. ”

The true God of the Angel Temple was the first to strike.

I saw a white cloud palm like a cloud dragon's claw, emerging from his hand. At first, it was only a few inches in size, but in mid-air, it condensed the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, and then became larger and larger, and finally turned into a zhang Xu Chang, like a huge grinding plate. It is enough to slap the five mountains with one palm.

"Moyun Hand!"

The strong man who was watching from a distance, someone recognized this move, and immediately exclaimed in a low voice.

This is the secret technique of the Angel Temple, and many European stunts are inherited and imitated from this peerless secret art. It is said that the founder of the Angel Temple slapped it with one palm, which was enough to destroy a mountain.

"Hey. ”

The man in Tsing Yi also sighed lightly and took out a turquoise jade flute from his arms. The jade flute seems to be carved with the finest jadeite, and the whole body is as green as the sea, without a trace of impurities. The man in Tsing Yi blew lightly, and an invisible sound wave turned into substance, like thousands of sharp arrows, shooting towards Chu Ling from all directions.

This Dragon Hall Dragon Master turned out to be a rare sound attack master.

The sonic blade, in the void, appeared translucent, shining with a sharp cold light.

"Bang dang. ”

In the end, it was the elegant man who made the move. This sword servant of the Xu family pulled out the long sword behind his back, and an incomparably bright, like a swift lightning silver snake-like sword light, shot out from his hand, and then came first, instantly crossed a distance of hundreds of meters, and slashed in front of Chu Ling.

Three Spirit Venerable powerhouses who came from all over the world and gathered here to set up a killing game finally made a move.

And as soon as they make a move, they will kill with one blow, and at the same time they will strike together, without the slightest consideration of the slightest humble concession. Obviously, he wanted to kill Chu Ling and not leave Chu Ling a way out.

The three Spirit Venerables shot out together.

That kind of power is enough to shake the earth. Many Southeast Asian powerhouses who were hiding in the woods in the distance to watch the battle changed color in unison. Huang Jing and the others were even more dumbfounded.

Leng Jianfeng, as the Great Grandmaster of the Southern Kingdom, smashed the grinding plate sized rock with all his strength, which was already shocking. But these three Spirit Venerables, with a single move, attracted the power of heaven and earth, and a casual blow was enough to slap Leng Jianfeng into a meat patty.

"Is this the strongest force in the world?"

The ghost woman smacked her tongue and said.

"The top three on the god list back then can be regarded as the real strongest. Which one of them is not able to step on the sky and slay the gods? In contrast, these people are all after the top ten on the dark list. ”

The Spirit King sneered.

However, his eyes still shot a shocking and yearning essence. For those of them who have been trapped in the Transformation Realm for decades, close to the apex of the world. Only by stepping foot in Lingzun is the greatest pursuit. Otherwise, he would not have worked hard to come to the jungle of Jiuzhao Prefecture for the ethereal Imperial Saint Vault.

"It's too strong, it's too strong. The boy was dead. ”

Huang Jing shook his head again and again.

Even if they were hundreds of meters apart, Huang Jing felt trembling when he saw the overwhelming sword and palm prints. A sense of joy rose in my heart. Chu Ling lost his face before, which made this young man of the Huang family in the Malay country always linger.

"Bang!"

Facing the ever-larger white cloud hand, the swift sonic blade, and the brilliant sword that came first.

Chu Ling made a move.

He punched out in the air, and the vast true yuan turned into a fiery red fist mark, condensed like green jade, crystal clear, and turned into substance. A punch was imprinted on the sword of the silver snake.

"Boom. ”

Chu Ling's punch was like an antelope hanging its horns, as wonderful as nature. Although the punch was mediocre, in the shocking gaze of the sword servant, it hit the weakest point of the brilliant sword. Suddenly, the silver sword was like a poisonous snake that had been hit by seven inches, and all the magical changes were instantly sealed, and they burst out of thin air.

"If you are not good at swordsmanship, you will learn it for another ten years. ”

Chu Ling said disdainfully.

The elegant man's body retreated violently, and he was so sad that he almost wanted to vomit blood.

This kind of pain of wielding a proud sword in his life, but being intercepted at a critical point and interrupted by his waist, an elegant man has never seen it in his own master. What kind of supreme swordsmanship cultivation and martial arts skills does this represent?

After defeating the Xu family's sword servant with one punch, Chu Ling pointed his left hand into a knife and slashed it in the air.

"Click. ”

A dazzling, three-foot-long fiery red sword, as thin as a line, slashed into the white cloud hand with Chu Ling's palm. At this time, the white cloud hand had turned into a size of nearly ten meters, like the palm of the Buddha's hand. It's a bungalow, and it can be smashed out of thin air.

Angel Temple Moyun Hand.

It is known as the martial arts that are close to the heavens in the world.

It is often possible to attract a huge amount of heaven and earth vitality with a single point of strength, driving a hundred percent of the strength. The Angel Temple's spiritual powerhouses of the past generations, with such martial arts to suppress the Quartet, are one of the three major gangs in China, with the longest history, the strongest strength, and the most destructive power. This spanning hundreds of meters of the void, there is a giant palm the size of three zhang, even if the great witch god is here, he does not dare to connect hard.

"Slash!"

But there was no joy or sorrow in Chu Ling's eyes, and he split in the air.

The knife mang, like a knife cutting water, directly cut the three-zhang sized cloud palm into two halves out of thin air. The uncontrollable huge Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi suddenly exploded from the cloud palm, turning into a huge cloud ring and rushing in all directions.

"Big and insignificant, vulnerable. ”

Chu Ling commented casually.

The true god of the Angel Temple suddenly looked down, and his face turned pale.

Finally, in the face of dozens of sharp blades coming from all directions, with a terrible sound of breaking through the air, Chu Ling snorted lightly, opened his mouth violently, and spit out a thunderous sound.

"Roar!"

Between heaven and earth, thunder exploded.

It was visible to the naked eye that the sound wave like a substance erupted from Chu Ling's mouth, instantly sweeping across hundreds of meters of the void, shaking the clouds on the valley of no return, and all of them churned. The sound was like rolling thunder to the ground, spreading for dozens of miles. Hiding in the woods, the people of Southeast Asia felt as if a violent storm was coming, blowing the trees dozens of meters high and shaking violently.

"Click, click. ”

Many sonic blades were directly shattered by the thunder sound and the air. These are the invisible sound blades that are enough to cut through steel and annihilate a special forces team with one blow, and in front of Lei Yin, they don't look at a single blow.

"The technique is original, and there is a slight merit. ”

After Chu Ling roared, his eyes fell on the man in Tsing Yi and nodded slightly.

Everyone watching the battle was stunned.

With a punch, a palm, and a roar, Chu Ling actually broke through the joint siege of the three Spirit Venerables. And looking at his casual comments and understatements, it was obvious that he didn't do his best.

"Shhh ”

Everyone gasped in unison.