"You ......" The woman was startled and retreated again and again.

"Run, run, come back!"

Zhuo Chuan naturally wouldn't let her go, his divine power was surging, and he conjured up a big purple hand to grab the female cultivator.

"Brother Kun, save me!" she was frightened, afraid that Zhuo Chuan would kill her, and shouted for help.

The brother Kun in the woman's mouth is the young monk led by the group, and his realm has reached the life point and his mana is profound.

Bang!

Mo Kun raised his hand and waved a match, easily defeating Zhuo Chuan's big hand and taking the woman over.

"I am amazed at your strength, you have come to this point at such a young age, but unfortunately people are too arrogant and easy to die early. Mo Kun frowned and said.

There are actually not many Tianzu monks of Zhuo Chuan's age, but it is very rare to be able to stand on the peak realm, even in the Flying Feather Sect, he is considered a genius.

Thundered!

The battle was not over, the attack of the others continued, and Zhuo Chuan had to withdraw his gaze to the enemy.

The purple sun on his head is noble and magnificent, like an emperor inspecting the world, whoever the purple qi falls to, who will be forcibly shaken away, and he cannot be attacked.

Burst!

Zhuo Chuan began to take the initiative to attack, and his divine power condensed a long sword against the enemy, and with a flash of starlight, he cut off the right arm of a monk with a sword, and blood suddenly gushed out.

Bang!

The next moment, he instantly appeared in front of another person, his left fist was like a fierce wind, smashing into the opponent's front door, knocking it into the air, and his body fell dozens of feet away, motionless, not knowing life or death.

"Now that you've warmed up, it's time to clean up with you. ”

Zhuo Chuan's body is like an elephant, his physical strength is much stronger than that of ordinary Tianzu monks, Ziyang protects his body, and he faces the enemy with his bare hands, and no one can take his three moves.

For a while, the scene changed, it became a one-sided rage, blood rained, he cut off several sword magic soldiers, and chased more than ten people by himself.

'His pace was weird, it was so fast that we couldn't react at all. The Flying Feather Sect was frightened, and their hearts trembled.

The runes under Zhuo Chuan's feet are born and destroyed, and there is a secret technique of shrinking the ground into inches, he is already invincible, and no one in the same level of monks can keep up with his speed.

"Senior Brother Kun, this person is very demonic, and he needs your action to capture him. A group of people dragged their wounded bodies back, all of them languishing and losing their combat effectiveness.

"Why, a dozen people can't beat me?" Zhuo Chuan showed a bright smile on his face.

He didn't kill these people, at most he just cut off one of their arms, and there was no problem at all with the ability of the Flying Feather Sect to continue the severed limbs.

It's been almost two years since he came to the Star River Dynasty, and after cultivating for so long, he hasn't actually killed anyone.

As for Ying Ran Shitai, it wasn't his hand......

Mo Kun's face was ugly, and he scolded: "A group of waste! More than a dozen people can't handle one of him, say it and let me Feiyu teach face." ”

Everyone bowed their heads in resignation, and did not dare to refute a word.

Zhuo Chuan's strength is beyond their imagination, he is not an ordinary Tianzu monk, his combat power is terrifying, and it doesn't matter if there are many people.

"Actually, I think you are the same as them, when I reach the realm of fate, abusing you is no different from abusing these people. Zhuo Chuan said.

He is not afraid of Mo Kun, and there are still many means on his body that have not been used, and nearly a hundred magic soldiers are still in the ancient ring.

The worst thing is that Zhuo Chuan can escape by shrinking the ground into inches, and it is difficult to catch up with him with the other party's cultivation.

After all, not every Flying Feather Sect monk is Wei Xin's freak!

Zhuo Chuan finally faced the monk of the Destiny Cave Realm, Mo Kun.

The divine power between the two was surging, and before they could really do it, one after another rushed out of their bodies and clashed in mid-air.

"I have some impressions of the Flying Feather Blood Order, your name is Zhuo Chuan, right?" Mo Kun put his hands behind his back and looked at Zhuo Chuan like a god king.

As early as two years ago, he had already stepped into the realm of life points, and now he was even more profound, powerful, and thought that suppressing a Tianzu monk was as simple as pinching an ant to death.

The divine power trembled, and when Mo Kun took a step, the whole world seemed to be shaking, and the loud sound reached his heart, such as Huang Zhong Dalu, which surprised Zhuo Chuan.

This person is not weak in the cultivation of the life point!

Zhuo Chuan saw that his momentum was in a tendency to be suppressed, so he no longer dared to slack off and went all out.

Phew!

A blue-scaled ancient eagle soared from behind him, its eyes sharp, scanning everyone, making the rest of the Flying Feather Sect's monks tremble.

"Blue Eagle Treasure Technique...... Mo Kun's eyes changed, and he asked, "What do you have to do with that loose cultivator who stole the lone book of my secret art?"

Three months ago, the Flying Feather Sect Pavilion was stolen, and someone sneaked into it and stole a spiritual object from the disciples of the Flying Feather Sect, and later found out that it was actually a unique secret art!

The elder of the sect was furious, and issued another flying feather blood order to hunt down and kill the thief, and the thief's scattered cultivator was using the Blue Eagle Treasure Technique.

Zhuo Chuan was stunned when he heard this, his secret technique was snatched from a monk at the beginning, and it seemed that he was called Peng Wei.

"Is that person your senior brother?" asked Mo Kun.

He was also present when he was chasing the thieves a few months ago, it was a man who was not much older than him, and he was in the early stage of his life, but he escaped from their siege with a green eagle treasure technique, and escaped with serious injuries.

Zhuo Chuan was speechless, shook his head, and said, "I have nothing to do with him." ”

"Humph!"

Mo Kun snorted coldly, naturally not believing Zhuo Chuan's words.

I saw that his divine power was condensed, and hundreds of silver feathers turned out in mid-air, like sharp swords one after another, pointing at Zhuo Chuan from afar.

"Just take you down and force the thief to appear. ”

Whew!

The silver feathers flew in, extremely sharp, and the turbulent breath could cut off the rocks, and for a while, the cold light was endless, and the grass and trees flew sideways.

Zhuo Chuan was surprised, the purple yang qi above his head was circulating, and the divine brilliance was like practice, wanting to wear out those divine power feathers.

At the same time, the phantom of the blue-scaled ancient eagle roared in the sky, turning into a cyan scaled sword and shooting towards Mo Kun.

"Don't do it!" Mo Kun sneered.

The silver feather easily broke through the purple qi, and the cold glow was cold, almost piercing Zhuo Chuan's body, and he stepped on the ground to shrink into an inch of secret art to dodge.

On the other side, facing Zhuo Chuan's cyan scale sword, Mo Kun opened his mouth and spit out a palm-sized wooden seal, shattering it in an instant.

"You are so ignorant, there is a gap between Tianzu and the point of life, and it is easier for me to deal with you than to trample on a grasshopper. He held the wooden seal in one hand and looked at Zhuo Chuan proudly.

For more than ten years of cultivation, he has killed countless enemies, and his cultivation is stepping on the corpse of the enemy.

Zhuo Chuan pinched his nose, and he seemed to have kicked the iron plate. Mo Kun's cultivation is also deep in the realm of life points, and it is simply impossible for him to fight across a big realm.

However, Zhuo Chuan was not in a hurry to escape, he wanted to see how big the gap between himself and this person was.

The wooden seal is the treasure of the life hole, and when it is sacrificed to attack the enemy, it is as heavy as a mountain, and it must not be carried hard with his physical strength.

Boom!

Zhuo Chuan waved his arm in the void, and pulled out a half-zhang tassel spear, the cold light was terrifying, pointing at Mo Kun from afar.

This is a weapon in the quaint ring handed over to him by Lin Nanshan, which belongs to the life point magic soldier and is very powerful.

"Grasshoppers dare to shake trees?" Mo Kun's face turned cold, he didn't expect the young man in front of him to be so ignorant that he wanted to do something with him.

He raised his hand to sacrifice the wooden seal, and the mana rose like mist, and the palm-sized wooden seal grew in the wind, and the whole body was surrounded by thunder arcs, covering half of the sky.

Crackling......

Thunder and lightning fell violently, shattering the mountains and rocks, and the earth and wood were scorched and black, as if the heavens had punished the world, and the thunder tribulation destroyed all things.

"Lightning strikes wood?!"

Zhuo Chuan's eyes widened, and in the face of Wan Jun Thunder, he stepped back sideways, choosing to temporarily avoid the edge, stepping on the secret method to stay away from this area.

The place where he was had been had been scorched by the thunder had long since been blackened by the thunder, and the smell of burnt was in the mountains, and there was not a single intact stone left.

Mo Kun stood in place without moving a slight, despised Zhuo Chuan, and said, "Rats!"

The wooden seal rises and falls in mid-air, reflecting him like a god king in the world, majestic and inviolable.

"I have been pregnant with this wooden seal for many years, and more than half a year ago, during the battle of the ancient ruins, I snatched the lightning strike wood from others, and later refined it into the wooden seal...... "Mo Kun muttered to himself, his feet did not touch the ground, and he slowly came towards Zhuo Chuan in the air.

This is his natal treasure seal, which has poured a lot of effort into Mo Kun, although he is still only a life point magic soldier, but the power he has has long been not inferior to some weapons of the Six Lands.

"During this period of time, I plan to nourish the seal with the blood of the enemy in preparation for my future trip to the six places. Mo Kun looked arrogant, stood in the air, and stepped towards Zhuo Chuan with one foot.

The surging mana was like a stormy wave, condensing a huge soles of feet, and falling in an instant.

As he said before, suppressing Zhuo Chuan is like stepping on an ant, and he is now stepping on this "ant" that challenges his authority!

Zhuo Chuan frowned, this was Mo Kun's contempt for him, and he didn't take himself seriously at all.

Laugh at!

The half-zhang tassel spear slashed towards the long sky, and the white mangs flashed, breaking the soles of the feet from the bottom to the top, and splitting them into two.

"Even a sea spear wants to fight with me?" Mo Kun condescended, looking down at Zhuo Chuan.

There are two realms in Tianzu, the empty and the cracked mountain, and in the same way, there are also two realms in the life point, which are the divine spring and the sea!

The half-zhang tassel spear is the magic weapon of the Destiny Cave Sea Realm, and its power is not bad, but it is still much worse than Mo Kun's natal wood seal.

After all, he himself was a cultivator of the Huahai Realm!

Rumble!

The wooden seal is like a mountain, and it is directly pressed down between Mo Kun's waves, covering the sky and the sun, dark and depressing, as if a piece of the sky is falling, and manpower cannot resist.

Zhuo Chuan hurriedly dodged, the runes under his feet were born and destroyed, one step at a time, he escaped with all his strength, and moved sideways for more than a mile to avoid the wooden seal.

Crackling!

Before he could recover his senses, thunderbolts flew towards him like dragons, each arc carrying the power of endless destruction, thicker than a forearm, roaring and rushing.

"It's not over yet!" Zhuo Chuan's face changed, facing the attack of the monks of the Destiny Cave Transformation Sea Realm, he was tired of coping, and he could die at any time.

At the last moment, the ancient ring flashed, and Zhuo Chuan took out another bone shield from it, urged it with divine power, and placed it in front of him.

Click!

The thunder was vast, even the bone shield of the same life-point mage could not stop it, and it burst under this lightning, and the divine power exploded, and the surging power made his body fly sideways, crashing into a mountain like rags, and the earth chips rose very high.

"Senior Brother Mo Kun Shenwu, teach that kid a good lesson, he is too arrogant!"

"Senior brother's combat power is incomparable, it is easier to pinch him to death than to pinch an ant to death......"

Fei Yu taught others to be overjoyed, and they kept patting at this scene.

The kid who started with one enemy and ten is now being pressed and tortured, and he has no power to fight back, which makes them feel comfortable.

"Hmph, a group of incompetent people, this is not over yet!" Mo Kun didn't bother to look at them.

Every sect always has some mediocre people who eat and wait for death, and the Flying Feather Sect is naturally no exception, in his opinion, the people hiding behind him are such waste.

His body soared and landed on the wooden seal that had been transformed into the size of a mountain peak, and his eyes were fixed on the place where Zhuo Chuan landed.

There was sand and dust, and it was a moment before it fell quietly, revealing what was inside.

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Zhuo Chuan's clothes were tattered, his hair was messy, he was still coughing up blood from his mouth, and he half-sat down on the ground with a pale face, raising his head to look at Mo Kun.

On his chest, a golden jade robe flowed brightly, protecting his body.

This is a life-saving treasure robe, he thought he wouldn't use it, but he didn't expect that the other party only fell in a few moves, and he forced himself to this field.

"Is he the son of the Ziyang Sect, how can there be so many life point soldiers?" the monk of the Flying Feather Sect was not angry.

Although the life acupoint magic weapon is not extremely precious, it is also relatively rare for the monks of the Tianzu realm, and in a sect like Ziyang, the magic weapon is generally given by the elders in the sect, and it is difficult to obtain otherwise.

Moreover, the treasure clothes in the French soldiers are even more rare and invaluable!

"You've got me a little interested. Mo Kun said with a smile.

"Still, I'd like to know how many Death Cave Soldiers you still have!"

His eyebrows were like swords, his divine power acted on the wooden seal, and the manic thunder gathered together, condensing a lightning bird, flying with a long song, and swooping down.