In fact, from Zhao Junyu's high-altitude bombardment of Xuanyang Sect to Lu Feihu's help, it was only about ten minutes.

The reason why he delayed for a long time was mainly to attract all the forces of the Xuanyang Sect to show up, in order to catch them all.

And now, Zhao Junyu has made up his mind to make a quick decision.

At the same time, he felt the faint aura of several Yuan Infant powerhouses.

These people snooped in the distance, but they did not move.

Hmph, Zhao Junyu sneered, these people are all grass on the wall, if they lose, these people don't mind beating the water dogs, after all, they have a lot of treasures on their bodies, and they can also please Xuanyang Sect.

And if the Xuanyang Sect is defeated, of course these people will also fight the autumn wind.

Think about it, let's kill one Lao Tzu!

Zhao Junyu sneered, a golden sword in each hand, with the sound of thunder, resounding through the void, almost standing still, slashing the two of them fiercely!

The two of them had just been split, and their qi and blood were shaken, and they saw that Zhao Junyu almost didn't need to recover the true yuan, he didn't need to charge his strength, and two swords were split, and he was immediately shocked.

"Eight Directions Sun Chasing Sword Formation!"

Elder Taishang shouted loudly, and the snow-white long sword in his hand was suddenly divided into eight thick and long, flame-flying long swords, and all of a sudden, within a radius of more than ten miles, it formed a sword cage, flashing with scorching heat.

Zhao Junyu strangled from the eight directions, and the surrounding space was violently stirred, and the violent vortex formed by the light could easily kill the Jindan monk!

This is the supreme sword formation of the Xuanyang Sect, and the ancestor of the mountain has passed it on! This time, almost half of his true yuan cultivation has been extracted!

At the same time, Lu Feihu's spear trembled sharply, and a thick spear shadow that pierced through the sky seemed to pierce the sky, stabbing at Zhao Junyu's chest with lightning and thunder.

In the sky and on the ground, the qi in front of them was all locked by the sword array of the eight directions, and there was no way to hide, killing the machine step by step.

Zhao Junyu's two big swords can't defend against the sword formation of the eight directions in all directions at the same time, not to mention that there are also mountain spears and shadows to attack and kill!

"Looking for death by yourself, no wonder Lao Tzu!"

At this moment, at the foot of the mountain, a group of monks of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance, who had retreated to a safe area, let out exclamations one after another.

Because they saw that Lu Feihu's mountain-like gun shadow had already penetrated Zhao Junyu's heart!

And then the Bafang Sword Formation squeezed Zhao Junyu to pieces!

"Senior Zhao, dead?"

"No, it won't!"

"Brothers, avenge Senior Zhao!"

A group of monks of the Scattered Cultivation Alliance shouted loudly, they were taken in by Zhao Junyu when they were being chased and killed by life and death, and the latter even healed the serious injuries of many of them casually.

My heart was full of gratitude, and when I saw Zhao Junyu being killed at this time, I was stunned, and many people had tears in their eyes.

And the Xuanyang Sect monks in the big array let out a heaven-shattering cheer.

Xu Qingshan was shocked, and couldn't help but sigh, once Senior Zhao died, the other party would never let go of his gang.

In front of the two Yuan Infant Monks, his gang was just an ant that was pinched to death.

However, death must also be heroic! Xu Qingshan was about to fight to the death.

Elder Taishang and Lu Feihu had just let go, and they were about to laugh loudly, when they suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The image of Zhao Junyu who was stabbed was shattered in place and empty. The shadow of the gun, the sword array, actually strangled his phantom!

"Cry!"

"Lao Tzu is good!"

Zhao Junyu suddenly appeared in the sky above the Supreme Elder, and the golden sword brought a terrifying roar, and he slashed down on the head!

"How is this possible!"

Elder Taishang's face turned pale, he burned most of the True Yuan by himself, and sacrificed the Eight Directions Sun Chasing Sword Array, the meaning of the Sword Formation was to lock! The Eight Directions Sword Lock, lock all the breath, and then strangle.

With his primordial monk, the power of the unique domain.

Even if it is the late stage of the Yuan Infant Great Perfection of the same level, it will be locked for a breath or two, and Lu Feihu's gun shadow is like a mountain breaking through the sky, not to mention extermination, at least the other party is seriously injured!

But how did this early kid escape.

Zhao Junyu's face flashed with blood, his face was slightly pale, and the true yuan was also lost a lot.

Nima, the blood shadow of the Blood Demon Emperor, this emperor has always disdained, and occasionally practiced, but the heat is not fine, but it came in handy at this time.

Although he could break this almost seamless attack without using the Blood Shadow Escape just now, it might be a little embarrassing for Emperor Zhao Daxian, who was keen on pretending to be forced.

Use this trick to make it look light!

"Senior Zhao is mighty, I knew he wouldn't die!"

"Nima, who cried so sadly just now. ”

"His old man is invincible, so he is naturally unharmed, and he didn't make a few gasps when he saw the atmosphere. ”

Zhao Junyu heard the following discussion, his old face turned red, but Zhenyuan was really a little weak.

And the Xuanyang Sect monks in the big array opened their mouths one by one, and their hearts were filled with boundless fear, they couldn't kill them?

At this time, Lu Feihu, the master of the Imperial Pole Gate, was just about to subconsciously raise his gun again, when suddenly a silver shadow blocked in front of him.

The shadow just swung his fist, and suddenly a huge force like the destruction of the world struck him face to face.

Lu Feihu was shocked, the black spear swung sharply, and all the true elements in his body condensed the tip of the spear a little, bursting out with a sharp black light, fiercely facing the giant fist of silver shadow.

With a bang, mixed with a tooth-aching grinding sound, Lu Feihu's black spear almost bent into an oval, and then snapped on the ground, while he himself spurted blood from his mouth and flew backwards!

At the same time, the other side said that it was too late, it was too fast, Elder Taishang didn't have time to withdraw the sword array, and Zhao Junyu's golden sword wave that destroyed the world had already rushed to his face!

"Give me a blast!"

Elder Taishang drank vigorously again and again, and seven or eight medium-grade magic weapons on his body were thrown upward.

He exploded one after another, and he was injured by the shock, and quickly flew back towards the big array.

Don't do anything!

The monstrous waves set off by the self-explosion of seven or eight medium-grade magic weapons shook all the sword waves of the golden greatsword.

"True Martial Seventeen Style, Cloud Piercing Thorn!"

Zhao Junyu slammed a jab, a sharp fist like a javelin in the sky, compressed to a very small point, and exploded all of a sudden, forming a fist spur of more than ten zhang, stabbing towards Elder Taishang.

"Chiyang Flag, explode!" When Elder Taishang's heart ached, the high-grade magic weapon Chiyang Banner finally blew itself up.

The power of the fist that pierced the clouds was destroyed at once, but the strength and the aftermath of the explosion still affected him, and the Supreme Elder spewed several mouthfuls of blood, and the True Yuan Light Shield that was sacrificed shattered like a paper shell. His mouth was full of blood, and he pounced forward, and finally submerged into the mountain protection array.

Settle down in your heart, this mountain protection array, if you manipulate it yourself, the great monks in the late Yuan Infant period, even three or four will rest and break!

I can only hold on to and wait for help, hoping that the sect master who is still in the desert secret realm will return as soon as possible and kill this son!

At the same time, he secretly hated in his heart, if the robes were still there just now, he would not have been injured so badly. It's just that the robes have been shattered before.

It was only at this time that everyone took a closer look, only to see Lu Feihu outside the large array on the other side, covered in blood, with Bobo blood in his mouth, looking at a tall silver-armored puppet in front of him with a frightened face, this is the silver-armored puppet of the late Yuanying combat power obtained by Zhao Junyu in the scattered immortal ruins.

After a long period of sacrifice, it can finally be used, but Zhao Junyu is not proficient in controlling this puppet that has the consciousness of scattered immortals, although the consciousness has been obliterated, but the remaining fragments of consciousness The resistance cannot be underestimated.

This time, I just took it out and tried to kill the enemy with one blow when I couldn't get it.

The silver-armored puppet, with a glint in his eyes, walked mechanically, but stepped out of dozens of zhang in one step, and suddenly stepped in front of Lu Feihu, who was vomiting blood, the latter was seriously injured, and the souls of the dead were all rising, and he was about to burn the origin and rush into the Xuanyang Sect's mountain protection array.

A heavy punch with a roar that crushed the air pierced through the body.

With a bang, the Emperor Pole Gate Master of the middle stage of the Yuan Infant Combat Power, Lu Feihu, was beaten alive, and blood rain sprinkled down the sky.

For a time, inside and outside the mountain protection array, the audience was silent!

(Po Sing Shek Academy)