Silence! Deathly silent!

Turning elbows and armpits, everyone, including those around the world who watched the live broadcast, saw this scene, and the first thing they did was to rub their eyes.

Just now, the young man in a white robe who seemed to be suppressing the whole world by himself was lifted upside down by this big hand like a little chicken.

The limbs are frantically struggling, the face is distorted, this scene is funny and weird.

It hit everyone's eyes and psyche so badly that many people wondered if it was a hallucination.

And when this faint familiar voice with infinite killing intent sounded.

All the people in the Scattered Cultivation Alliance shook violently, could it be ......

Hearing the extremely familiar voices that I dreamed of day and night, Yin Xue, An Ruolan, Fang Yuqin, and Ye Lianxin were like being struck by lightning, and their delicate bodies were trembling violently.

And Chiyo Miko, who was pale on the ground, began to bloom with a strange brilliance in her beautiful eyes, and struggled desperately to get up.

Click, a figure in a green shirt in the void went from virtual to real, slowly consolidating.

The image of a tall and handsome young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes gradually became clear.

"Is that him?"

"Oh my God!

After a moment of silence, first the warriors watching from afar, then ordinary people, and then people from all over the world clearly saw this familiar face from the screen.

After thousands of sails in the wind and waves, he is still a teenager when he returns!

Zhao ...... Big...... Division!!"

At this time, there were voices or silences, countless people were shouting frantically, and countless people covered their faces and left tears.

As long as he is there, the earth is there!

All the reporters on the live broadcast, the camera, and the private anchor desperately wanted to get a little closer and not let go of any of his shots.

Zhao Junyu carried the white-robed young man and stepped down, every step he took.

A cloud of blood mist erupted from the white-robed youth's body, and he screamed like a pig.

This white-robed demon cultivator was originally a cultivation in the early stage of the merger, but at this moment, the mana around his body was imprisoned, and it was no different from a pig to be slaughtered!

By the time he walked in front of everyone, the white-robed young man's limbs had been shattered, and there was no intact place on his body.

At this moment, where is he still arrogant just now, howling in pain like a dead pig.

"Mom, he's back, run!"

Among the masters of the dark forces, there were survivors of the year, who had seen Zhao Junyu's horror with their own eyes, and they were frightened at the moment, and they turned their heads and were about to run.

"Whatever you're afraid of, he's alone. ”

"There are hundreds of us, and we are still afraid of him?"

"Together, killing this fang and rescuing Lord Zheng is a great achievement!" The leading distraction late-stage demon clan screamed loudly.

However, Zhao Junyu didn't look at them at all, holding the white-robed demon cultivator in one hand, and struck out casually with a fist in the other.

In an instant, countless dense golden fist shadows in the space exploded like a heavenly maiden scattering flowers!

This time, whether it is the dark forces and demons who want to run, or who are hesitant or ready to resist, there is no difference.

Instantly beaten to ashes!

Kill 100 enemies with one punch!

And they are all in the primordial infant stage, and the strong ones in the distraction period!

What a shock.

All the onlookers and the people watching the live broadcast opened their mouths wide and held their breath, this legendary god returned, turned the tide, and destroyed the enemy in an instant!

The moves are simple, but shocking!

A demonic flame suddenly appeared in Zhao Junyu's palm.

In the next second, the white-robed demon cultivator was thrown high, wrapped in demonic flames, and was actually roasted by fire in the air.

However, the strange thing is that there is no fire on him.

But it was extremely painful, and the limbs were shattered, and the earthworm-like body rolled violently in the flames.

And Zhao Junyu didn't care about him, nor did he look at everyone else, but slowly fell to the ground, picked up the weak Chiyomiko, and then looked at the girls affectionately.

"Jun ...... House. ”

The women's lips trembled silently, as if they were desperately trying to shout out this name that they had to recite in their hearts countless times every day.

Infinite affection, infinite thoughts, circulated between Zhao Junyu and the women, and it seemed that there were only a few of them left in heaven and earth.

"Master!"

"Alliance Leader!"

Yuan Hai and all the people in the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, including Lei Zhantian, Shangguan Mu and others, knelt down on one knee one after another.

Zhao Junyu carefully handed over Chiyo Miko, who was pale but still looking at him happily, to Ye Lianxin.

Then he stood up and stood in the air again.

"Fellow travelers, this seat has returned. ”

"All those who are my enemies will be killed!"

"Not a single one will be missed!"

Zhao Junyu's cold voice swept away from afar, covering the heavens and the earth!

"All those who are friends with me, Zhao will be rewarded!"

When these few words were released, many people were frightened and their faces were like earth, but many more people were ecstatic in their hearts.

"I knew that Master Zhao would not die, and the king would return!" Ge Liqing was so excited that his heart was about to jump out, and his palms were full of sweat.

Zhao Junyu's relatives and friends, the rest of the Zhao family, and employees of Longyu Group.

Zhou Yun, Zheng Zhiguang's mother and son, Zhao Junyu's classmates, Yu Tao's family, and so on all looked at the old people on the screen excitedly, their heroes.

At this moment, the eyes of the world froze again.

Boom, a thousand-foot silver dragon suddenly crossed the sky.

"It's ...... A real dragon?"

"Oh my God!"

Many people were stunned again.

"Xiaobai, I order you to kill all enemies!"

"Yes!"

The thousand-foot dragon in the air spat out words, nodded heavily, and disappeared in a flash.

The fierce battle in the sky above Sheshan Mountain in Tianhai was originally the battle of the destruction of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, and finally became the battle of the return of Zhao Junyu.

But in fact, it is said that it is a return battle, but in fact, from beginning to end, Zhao Junyu is just a claw and a punch.

For several days, the white-robed demon cultivator with broken bones was still in the air of Sheshan, burned by the demon fire.

The terrible screams resounded through the heavens and the earth, and they were still broadcast live by satellite to all corners of the world.

But there was no one to save it, and everything was so quiet.

All those who had done bad things to the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, or who had betrayed the members of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, were all terrified and found a way to escape.

Zhao Junyu didn't stop it at all, you have nowhere to escape in the sky and on the ground, a pen!

In the past few days, Xiaobai has entered a certain place in Central Europe, the ancestral land of the blood clan.

was resurrected by the demons, the first blood king, did not resist Xiaobai's three moves, and was directly swallowed alive.

Then the little white horse did not stop and entered the base camp of the undead legion.

The resurrected antique-level undead ancestor led tens of thousands of legions of dead soldiers, but was sprayed by Xiaobai, swept a few tails, and wiped them all.

In the Dark Holy See on an island in the Mediterranean, a hundred Dark Holy Sons were directly incinerated by Xiaobai.

Deep under the Atlantic Ocean, the last branch of the mysterious Divine Punishment family.

The high priest, along with hundreds of core clansmen, was torn apart by Xiaobai one by one, and did not let go of a single one.

The hunt continues.

And all countries, from the top to the top, down to the people, are watching all this.

In reality, on the Internet, countless people are discussing wildly.

Web servers around the world were paralyzed for a while, and the topic was too hot and focused.

But these have nothing to do with Zhao Junyu for the time being.

When he returned, he seemed to have disappeared again.

But everyone knew that he was there.

When the myth of the world returns, a piece of grievances is about to be repaid.

(End of chapter)