Ling Hao was sharp, holding the spear tightly, and the eyes of the five stars captured the entire space, which could also be said to be perceiving the entire field.

Suddenly, his divine consciousness exploded, and beams of light erupted on the ground, which were connected into a hexagonal shape, spreading through the killing realm of the Western Heaven, exuding a thick sealing power.

Xitian was startled, and hurriedly used the surging spiritual power in his body to stop it, but it was too late, his killing domain was completely sealed, and even he himself was sealed in the space.

A gloom appeared on his face, recalling the scene of the duel with Ling Haochu using weapons just now, he suddenly understood that this guy was arranging the Divine Sense Sealing Technique!

"You think that's going to tie me down?!"

Xitian snorted coldly, the divine sword he held flowed with a strong sword aura, he held the sword in his right hand, and his left hand was just right, and the space vibrated with it, and the spirit beast of the realm drilled into the divine sword.

The sword qi skyrocketed in an instant, as if the seal had been opened, and the momentum of the western sky suddenly increased, and in the next second, his figure also shot out, and the spiritual power of the divine sword in his hand quickly converged, gathering momentum and striking a blow, wanting to pierce the enemy in front of him with a sword.

Ling Haochu didn't think so, since he had to find abuse, he didn't mind teaching him a lesson, and he was more murderous than me?

"Killing Magic!"

His eyes flashed with scarlet red, and a rich blood-colored aura burst out in his body in an instant, and the murderous aura visible to the naked eye swirled around him, and the terrifying momentum suddenly exploded.

Facing the gathering sword of the West Heaven, his body was like a pine, and he was not afraid of danger, he just wanted to see how strong this sword was.

"Look for death!"

Xitian's face was hideous, but it was also slightly pale, the sword in his hand went to Ling Haochu's body, and the terrifying sword light crossed the sky, and the incomparable monstrous murderous aura swept the sky, as if he saw a sword in the open sky.

This sword was extremely fast, almost unintelligible, and the faces of all the monks watching from a short distance changed, and this sword was probably the most powerful move that Xitian had ever shown.

Everyone secretly admired, it was worthy of being the four-sided sword of the Sword Dao Gate, but the western sky was so terrifying, wouldn't the other three-party swords be stronger?

In this battle, Ling Haochu will lose!

In the next scene, they saw the ten thousand zhang sword light crashing into Ling Haochu's small figure, and some female monks couldn't bear to see this scene.

The rumbling sound rang out, and the explosion of the aura resounded through the sky, turning into a tornado of aura and raging around, destroying everything within a radius of a hundred miles.

Except for some of the stronger monks, some of the weaker monks are inevitably in trouble, it's too terrifying, the full force of the Lingtai monks!

This move is the spatial technique of the Western Heavens, to chew up anyone who stands in his way, anyone who goes against his will.

The aura storm swept through for several minutes, and finally stopped, and everyone had different faces, but they were all paying attention to the situation on the battlefield.

That piece of ruins, which was already ruined, was directly destroyed by Xitian's powerful magic power at this moment, and most of the ruins were directly destroyed, which was extremely terrifying.

The clouds in the sky dispersed, sprinkling divine light, and the western sky was bathed in sunlight, like a spotless sword fairy, enjoying the dawn of victory with a confident smile at the moment.

Can... The next moment, his gaze suddenly became dull, and in the place where he had beaten a hole, there was a figure standing proudly, and when the dust cleared, Ling Haochu's figure stood in front of him completely, without the slightest injury.

"How is that possible?!"

Not only did Xitian's heart make waves, but even the people watching the battle were extremely shocked, and their expressions were extremely exciting, no one thought that Ling Haochu would be able to block this peerless killing move!

"Hehe, Xitian really thinks that he has a winning roll?" Tong Wu smiled sarcastically and said, "I'm afraid this guy doesn't even know who he is facing." ”

Some people looked at Tong Wu in puzzlement, this proud son of heaven has outstanding strength, and what he said has a certain weight, could it be that Ling Haochu still has an identity that everyone doesn't know?

Someone asked, "Tong Wu Gongzi, do you know Ling Haochu?"

Tong Wuyan looked at it, his eyes swept lightly at the person who spoke, and suddenly the person felt a touch of cold air coming out from behind.

"More than just acquaintance, have you ever heard of a disciple of the purple line of the Purple Cloud Sect, and there has not been a single Purple Cloud Seven Son for a thousand years?"

The man responded: "Naturally, I know that the Seven Sons of Ziyun are the titles of the Venerable Xuanzi of the Earth and the Emperor himself, and the strength of each Purple Cloud Seven Sons is strong, and the Seven Sons of Ziyun so far are headed by Nan Dongtian. ”

As he spoke, this person also showed a look of yearning, after all, the Seven Sons of Ziyun were second only to the Emperor of the Imperial Palace in the minds of the younger generation.

"Since you know, then let's think about what kind of disciple has come out of the purple department!"

Tong Wu didn't say anything more, and the man frowned when he heard this, and then took a closer look at Ling Haochu, and groaned for a while.

Before he could come up with it, everyone exclaimed, and the next moment they saw a figure entangled with infinite murderous aura teleporting out.

A punch was thrown, and a figure of a demon god appeared behind him, hitting Xitian's body like a bamboo, click, and a clear bone sound sounded, Xitian looked at the demon god in disbelief, and his eyes flashed with disbelief.

He finally knew why Ling Haochu had the confidence to take his blow, but he didn't have time to think about it, he punched again, bathed in divine light, and he felt that the internal organs in his body were constantly collapsing.

Xitian spit blood clots in his mouth, and there was endless remorse in his eyes, Ziyun Seven Sons Purple Seven!

After two punches, he has no ability to fight at all, and even the meridian aura has been destroyed, and he is already considered a wasted person.

If you can't cultivate, how can you survive in this cruel world?

Isn't this life just for cultivation? Xitian was full of remorse and hatred, he regretted why he was looking for this evil star, and he also hated his own strength and weakness, this time he couldn't even take the opponent's two punches, it was simply a joke.

"Wow!"

After Xitian spit out a mouthful of blood, he lay dead on the ground, his breath was sluggish, and the whole person's state was empty and godless, with despair.

Ling Haochu stepped on the three-color spirit cloud, and shook his head gently, if it weren't for the carelessness of the West Heaven, it is estimated that he would not win so easily, he was sealed by himself, and he could not use the power of space.

"He's the Purple Seventh!!"

Finally, someone shouted suddenly, obviously, the name of the Purple Seventh was even louder than his Ling Haochu's name, and everyone's faces kept changing, but they didn't expect this evil star to appear on the Purple Road, and they didn't bring a Purple disciple here!

(End of chapter)