A black figure broke through the surface of the sea, swept the sea water into the sky, and turned into an overwhelming torrential rain, like a storm rising from the ground, pouring towards the middle-aged deacon.

In all directions, in the sky and on the ground, there is nowhere to hide.

In the rainstorm of every drop of seawater, there are wisps of violent ash thunder, constantly flickering and exploding, and even the sea water presents a gray-black color, full of silent fluctuations.

The middle-aged deacon's heart shook wildly, his hands were sealed, and he roared sharply: "The binding of the water prison!"

With the place where he was standing, layers of sea tides emerged out of thin air, forming a thick curtain, protecting him in the middle like a cage, trying to resist Zhao Shenbi's surging killing machine.

Zhao Shenbi sneered coldly, "Painting the ground as a prison is a dead end." ”

Tens of thousands of drops of rain hit the water dungeon, like mud cows entering the sea, without the slightest fluctuation, and immediately disappeared.

When the onlookers saw this, they all showed disdain, and even shouted that the thunder was heavy and the rain was small, but it was just Er'er.

Only some sharp-eyed monks could find a trace of dark thunder power in the seawater, which penetrated along the water prison, and under the blessing of the flowing water, it continued to spread and swell.

A heart-rending scream came from the water prison, and it was the middle-aged man who immediately withdrew his supernatural powers, wailing and rushing out of it frantically.

At this moment, his whole body was already electrocuted, and under the continuous erosion of the ashes and thunder power, he began to show a trend of aging and decay, which made him frightened and frightened in his heart, and he couldn't give birth to the slightest sense of confrontation.

Where would Zhao Shenbi give him the slightest respite.

"Pick it up, your magic weapon. ”

A dim and shattered trident burst out from Zhao Shenbi's sleeve robe, turning into dozens of broken sharp fragments in the air, slashing directly at the middle-aged deacon.

The onlookers gasped, this indestructible, aura manifestation monk's natal magic weapon was actually shattered by Zhao Shenbisheng in the seawater!

Seeing that his magic weapon was turned into pieces and wanted to be completely killed, the middle-aged deacon's heart was so painful that he was about to drip blood, and he was in pain.

But he was already frightened, and he didn't know how to react for a while, so he could only hastily take out a brilliant three-grade talisman seal, which turned into a light blue protective light curtain, enveloping his whole body.

The fragments of the magic weapon came in an instant, bombarding the light curtain like cannonballs, distorting and deforming it for a while.

Under the shock of this force, the middle-aged deacon spat blood again, and even blood oozed out of the seven orifices, and he was embarrassed all over his body, like a lost dog, where was there still the previous high and aggressive.

He looked frightened, constantly flying upside down in the air, and shouted with fear on his face: "The senior spares his life! The junior is Deacon Zhang Hatshui, the deacon of St. Romen, and the family teacher Tianshui may be an old acquaintance with the senior!"

This middle-aged man named Zhang Hatshui was completely sure in his heart, where was the man in front of him who was a monk in the Far Wandering Realm, and it was clear that he was at least a powerhouse in the False Dan realm, and even a land immortal in the Jindan realm!

However, where can Zhao Shenbi manage this.

Mo said that his master was a Jindan monk, and when he was on the Tianhe Continent, he didn't even pay the slightest attention to the Blood Luo Sect Ancestor and others in the Yuanying realm.

Once the ashes are out, is there any reason why they will return to the sheath without being stained with blood?

And a drink and a peck, there are many causes and effects, if it weren't for Zhang Hatshui, just because of a trivial matter, he would put Zhao Shenbi to death as soon as he made a move, and he was extremely vicious, how could he let Zhao Shenbi have a killing heart against him?

At this moment, the protective light curtain was already broken and crumbling, where could it withstand the blow from Zhao Shenbi's violent raid.

A punch was blasted out, and a crisp cracking sound sounded, and the entire light curtain was like a mirror, immediately shattering and dissipating, as if it were nothing.

Zhang Hatshui was just about to summon the natal war spirit, and a faint blue light had begun to gush out between his eyebrows, but under this blow, he was directly scattered and retracted into the sea of knowledge.

His ribs were broken, blood spurted wildly, and he was instantly smashed into the sea.

There was silence all around, and the drop of pins could be heard, except for the sound of the sea tumbling and stirring.

The monks present all looked into the sky in shock, the tall figure in the black robe, with a look of disbelief.

Some of the monks who had gloated and spoken disrespectfully before secretly pinched their cold sweat and their eyes became evasive.

However, Zhao Shenbi didn't seem to care at all, and didn't even bother to look at it.

Seeing that Zhang Hatshui was convulsed all over, and was about to surface the sea, a pitch-black thunder light as thick as a pillar, mixed with extremely sharp knife qi, like an angry dragon stirring the sea, was about to smash down on his head.

If this blow continues, there is an eighty percent chance that Zhang Hatshui will be wiped out on the spot!

"Don't be a fellow Daoist!!" a cold shout rang out from the ferry behind him.

Having said that, it was full of a high threat, accompanied by an incomparably domineering aura of manifestation and great perfection cultivation, which seemed extremely arrogant.

A tall old man with a childish face and crane hair, and seven or eight spiritual monks behind him flew out unhurriedly, as if he was sure of the mountain and wild cultivator in front of him, and he definitely did not have the courage to offend the Holy Luo Sect, and he was ruthless to Zhang Hatshui.

It's just a pity that they offended Zhao Shenbi.

A sonic boom that was extremely sharp suddenly exploded, and it was Zhao Shenbi's body upside down, his head facing down, and he personally came with a knife, cutting through the air and violently vibrating, stabbing towards Zhang Hatshui's heart!

As soon as Zhang Hatshui surfaced and was about to escape from the sky, he felt a sword light that almost opened the world fall from the sky.

Centered on its location, the surrounding sea water suddenly exploded and collapsed, scattering and retreating, as if pushed by an invisible force, revealing a huge vacuum.

Zhang Hatshui's sweat hair stood on end, his hands and feet were cold, he was already terrified to the extreme, his mind was completely destroyed, and the whole person was like a piece of wood, staying in place and motionless.

"You dare!" The tall old man roared in shock and anger when he saw that Zhao Shenbi really dared to kill the killer.

The long knife did not pause at all, as if cutting through the soil, accompanied by the surging thunder, instantly slashed into Zhang Hatshui's eyebrows, and penetrated through the whole body.

After a terrible wail, Zhang Hatshui's body exploded on the spot, and blood splattered everywhere.

A primordial spirit flashed out from the center of the explosion, with a frightened look on his face, and just as he was about to break through the sky and escape, he was suddenly sucked into it under the flash of red light on the residual ash knife.

Another revenant under the knife!

This shot, without the slightest pause, flowed smoothly and in one go, making people see the color change and shocking.

Seeing this, the spectator who was coming through the sky had a furious red on his face, and the green tendons on his old skin were bursting out, and his eyes were about to burst.

He said word by word, "Good, good!"

Without any orders from him, the seven Manifestation Realm monks immediately summoned the battle spirit and harnessed the natal magic weapon to surround Zhao Shenbi in the middle.

The old man took a step forward, holding a huge staff like a water snake, and his spiritual power gathered like a whirlpool, stirring the sea water to tumble and spin.

And after Zhao Shenbi took this opportunity to breathe, the starlight skyrocketed all over his body, and he clenched the ashes without saying a word, and cultivated his physical strength and spiritual power to the extreme.

Sabre-rattling, touch-and-go.

Just when the two sides were about to make a bang, a slightly feminine man's voice suddenly sounded.

"My guest of Tianyuan Mountain, was also killed by your Holy Luo Sect?" This voice was soft, but it exuded an astonishing sword aura and killing intent, and together with the six unfamiliar manifestation aura, it instantly dispelled the overwhelming killing intent.

After this voice appeared, both the spiritual monks of St. Romon, and the fierce old man who seemed to be the consul, there was a clear sense of jealousy on their faces.

Zhao Shenbi was slightly stunned, turned his head to look, and saw a young man with a sword on his back like a star arching moon, surrounded by six spiritual monks.

This person is handsome, slender, plump as jade, revealing a feminine fat powder up and down his body, and even a little powder on his face, his facial features seem to be more delicate and moving than a woman, if it weren't for the bulge in his throat, I'm afraid that at a glance, he would really be regarded as a beautiful woman.

The young man with the sword on his back swept away, and bowed his hand slightly towards Zhao Shenbi, with indescribable charms.

Even in the face of the eight manifestation deacons of St. Romen, Zhao Shenbi, who did not have the slightest panic, suddenly felt his scalp tingle under the worship of this young man, and the beads of sweat on his forehead fell like rain, and even the flow of spiritual power became a little blocked.

Fortunately, after this young man just bowed, he picked it up beautifully, and said coldly to the people of Saint Romen, "Interesting, it seems that the sectarian war last time didn't beat you badly enough, and you can't even change your, dare to make a move on my guests from Tianyuan Mountain, is it because you can't find death?"

When the tall old man heard this, he trembled with anger, gritted his teeth and said, "Wang Xuanji, as a young sect of Tianyuan Mountain, you really want to stand up for this nameless wild cultivator, and fight with my Holy Luo Sect endlessly?

Wang Xuanji glanced at him contemptuously, stood beside Zhao Shenbi, swept away the yin and soft fat powder qi all over his body, and the sword qi behind him was like a line of tide gushing out, straight into the nine heavens sky.

Mid-stage sword cultivation in the apparition.

His voice was cold, "You dare to move?"

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