As Yang Pojun fought with the dozen or so red-clothed priests, his heart became solemn.

Because the Eight Sect Masters were watching him from the side, he didn't make a move.

Watching his men die, it's like watching ants die, without any anger.

Such a person is either a pervert or an extremely powerful and ruthless character.

But.

Yang Pojun looked at the other party's cultivation through his purple eyes, it was the Great Perfection of the Foundation Building Period, but the Nine Sect Masters were still killed by himself because of their cultivation in the early stage of the Foundation Building Period.

He is so calm, does he have other hole cards?

The more Yang Pojun thought about it, the more panicked he became.

After all, he killed the Nine Sect Masters, and the Eight Sect Masters came out of the Ethereal Realm, so they were naturally prepared.

They are all a group of masters who have stepped into the cultivation realm, such as magic weapons, pills, etc., which are all unfamiliar fields to Yang Pojun.

Of the fifteen red-clothed priests, after seven died, the remaining eight were all retreating, a little afraid of Yang Pojun.

Yang Pojun was covered in blood, of course, this blood was not his own.

Yang Pojun lifted the heavy sword, and the blood obediently dripped on the desert.

The Eight Sect Masters smiled and said, "It seems that I am next to me, you don't dare to use all your strength?" Did you bring us here because of the second-level killing array you set up here? ”

Yang Pojun's eyelids jumped!

"What? The other party actually saw that a second-level killing array was arranged here? ”

Yang Pojun frowned, stretched out his palm, and a magic crystal appeared in his hand.

Yang Pojun slapped it to the ground.

"Boom!"

The energy array emitted a golden light.

The golden light rose to the sky, and a cold murderous aura reverberated in the void, like a tsunami, like a landslide...... Devil Cry God Howling!!

I saw that a group of people were all born in the killing array, holding weapons in their hands, vigilant around.

They looked at the flying ghosts, or the things that were transformed into various swords and slashed at them, and they were a little alarmed.

"Oh my God, is this the formation of the cultivation realm? It's amazing! ”

"It looks like my legs are weak."

The Eighth Sect Master looked at all this with a smile and said, "Yang Pojun, I forgot to tell you that I am a third-level array mage, so your killing array is unsightly in front of me!" ”

Around the Eight Sect Masters, there were countless powerful ghosts that tore at him.

But as soon as those ghosts got three meters away from him, they disappeared automatically.

The Eight Sect Masters sneered: "I like the game of cat and mouse, I'm going to play a good trick on you today to see how many hole cards you have." ”

The figure of the Eight Sect Masters flashed, and he actually appeared at a certain eye of the formation.

He stepped out.

"Boom!"

The magic crystal buried under the ground immediately shattered, and the second-level killing array that shrouded this void suddenly disappeared.

Yang Pojun clenched his fists, his eyes narrowed, reflecting a sense of horror.

This person broke his second-level killing array with a single move.

His second-level killing array was an ancient killing formation, but the other party simply broke it.

Strength...... Terror!!

Yang Pojun turned around and ran.

There was a red-clothed priest who blocked it, and was slashed away by Yang Pojun's sword.

A group of people looked at Yang Pojun's back, and they all turned their heads to look at the Eight Sect Masters and said, "The Eight Sect Masters ......"

The Eight Sect Masters still smiled indifferently and said: "Keep chasing, I see what tricks he can play, after all, when the mouse can't arouse the cat's interest, then it can only be killed!" ”

"Yes."

The middle-aged man standing beside the Eight Sect Masters, he touched his beard, he looked at the Eight Sect Masters, and wanted to make the Eight Sect Masters cautious.

But he knew that his words, it was estimated that the other party would not take it to heart, and if he provoked the other party to be unhappy, he might be beaten.

Simply, he just watched quietly.

Yang Pojun ran to the side of the ruined city wall, and he sat on the desert, resting.

Sweating like rain down on his body, he lay on his back in the desert, his soaked body stained with grains of sand.

Yang Pojun's lips were chapped, he was so thirsty that his lips were chapped and fleshy.

Yang Pojun sighed: "This Eight Sect Master is unfathomable, I hope I can avoid it this time." ”

Several voices were heard in the distance.

"Damn, this grandson is running too fast."

"Yes, he fought so many times in the Colosseum, no wonder so many of us were planted in his hands before, if we continue to fight with him, we can exhaust people to death."

The eight red-clothed priests stopped a hundred meters away from Yang Pojun, they all supported their knees with their hands, and said in a deep voice: "Yang Pojun, don't run away, you will definitely die this time!" ”

"Yes, what means do you have to take it out, if you can't take it out, it is estimated that the Eight Sect Masters will kill you!"

Yang Pojun just stood up.

A strong wind sounded in the distance.

I saw that the Eight Sect Masters and the middle-aged man both appeared and stood thirty meters away from Yang Pojun.

The Eighth Sect Master was still smiling, and the scar on his face seemed to be mocking Yang Pojun.

The more Yang Pojun looked at the other party's cruel smile, the more unhappy he became!

The Eighth Sect Master sighed with emotion: "Yang Pojun, continue to take out your hole cards, if you can't attract me this time, I will let you die." ”

Yang Pojun's body was shocked.

"Boom!"

A nine-turn golden spear appeared in his hand, and he projected one of them, and the nine-turn money shot angrily towards the Eight Sect Masters.

The Eight Sect Master's eyelids lifted and said, "The Nine Turns Golden Gun of the Ninth Revolution Emperor, yes, he is mine." ”

The Eight Sect Masters waved their hands, and they saw an invisible energy appear in the sky.

This energy wrapped the Nine Turns Golden Spear, forcibly stripping Yang Pojun of the Divine Soul connection with the Nine Turns Golden Spear.

"Poof."

Yang Pojun's mind was damaged, and a mouthful of blood spat out.

This Eight Sect Master is much stronger than the Nine Sect Master!

Could it be that this is the strength of the cultivation realm? It's just a small gap in the realm, and it's like a world of difference.

Yang Pojun immediately pressed down on the two magic crystals.

Suddenly, two superimposed killing arrays appeared.

The Eight Sect Masters looked at the two killing arrays, he shook his head with a sigh and said, "They all say that you are a genius, how do I think you are a fool?!" I said it all, I'm a formation master, and you're still making a formation in front of me, so it seems that you only have this strength...... Then you go and die. ”

The Eight Sect Masters waved their hands casually.

In front of him, two golden knives appeared.

The Eight Sect Masters smirked and said, "Do you know what it's called?" I know you don't know, but I'll let you die a little bit better. ”

"This is called the Natal Sword Fetus, stepping into the cultivation realm, everyone can condense their own natal weapon."

"My natal weapon is a small knife, I can move my heart at will, within a radius of 100 miles, I cut off your head, such as probing for things, all I need is just a thought."

Yang Pojun's muscles tensed all over his body.

"Hahaha!!" The Eight Sect Leader laughed and said, "I just like to look at your nervous mouse, because this is the posture that a waste should have!" ”

(End of chapter)