Looking at Huo Qingluo, who looked nervous when the imperial weapon came, Zhao Xianzong's left hand turned slightly, and a surging mana was beaten. x updates are the fastest

"Poof" Huo Qingluo was shot into the bottom of the sea from a high altitude.

Splashing on the sea, Zhao Xianzong looked at the three Yuanying monks who had surrounded him again, and smiled.

Zhao Xianzong, who seemed to be at the end of the strong crossbow, pointed out slightly in his hand and said, "Come, fight again!"

Hearing this, the three Yuanying monks unconsciously took a step back, and for a while they looked frightened and did not dare to step forward.

At this time, there was a big hole in Zhao Xianzong's chest, and he could even see the opposite scenery through it.

The golden light on the wound overflowed, and Zhao Xianzong could feel that there was a strange aura that was preventing his wound from healing, which was obviously the masterpiece of the monk in front of him.

Yuan Ying Monk is so powerful, even if his physical body is damaged, he can recover immediately, but his cultivation strength will be damaged, but it will definitely not be like now, and he will not be able to heal at all.

Where he was injured, he shattered three books of luck, which were just unfavorable healing holy products in the past, but at the moment they were running slowly, and Zhao Xianzong estimated that it would take at least a few hours to recover as before.

But I don't have time now, maybe I can only have a chance of life by fighting for my life.

This time, he was reckless, he thought that the Heavenly Star Palace would only come to two Yuanying Cultivators at most, but he never thought that there would be five of them, and he overestimated himself, and his combat power was really limited when the Sword of Divine Consciousness was restrained.

Even if this is not the moment of life and death, Zhao Xianzong is still not ready to use the sword of divine consciousness, there are a lot of monks watching at the periphery at this moment, if he exposes this method, he will definitely usher in the siege and killing of all the monks in the chaotic star sea area, such a strange method is really bad news in the cultivation world, and the cultivators will never let themselves leave safely.

"Huijue, what are you waiting for? This person is now at the end of the crossbow, if you don't do it at this time, when will you wait!" The old woman surnamed Qu, who was almost slapped to death by Zhao Xianzong, looked at the helper she had invited at a great cost, and couldn't help but say loudly.

The white-haired old woman seems to have recovered at the moment, but if her cultivation is slightly higher, she can detect her external strength and middle strength, and her aura around her body is extremely unstable.

"Ahem" Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, the white-haired old woman was bleeding from the corner of her mouth, coughing lightly, but the slight transmission just now hurt her heart again.

"Grandma, you are so self-reliant, don't be reckless, otherwise your body will collapse, how can you let Yuling deal with herself!" Ling Yuling, the daughter of the Heavenly Star Twin Saints, who was supporting the old woman, said with tears in her eyes.

After looking at Zhao Xianzong who seemed to be miserable in the field, he was all to blame!

The bald monk who was hesitating around Zhao Xianzong, after hearing this, suddenly smashed the vajra that had already been recalled towards Zhao Xianzong in the field.

The bewitching beauty and the gray-haired old man also followed, and their magic weapons came out and struck into the air.

Zhao Xianzong slightly avoided the vajra of the monk Huijue, and forcibly lifted the Qingying Sword to meet the long sword of the enchanting woman.

"Bell"!

With a crisp sound sounding, Zhao Xianzong's whole person instantly flew upside down for dozens of miles before he could unload the force of the impact, on the other hand, the bewitching woman only shook her body slightly!

"Giggles, it seems that today's real person is going to die at the hands of Sanniang. The beautiful woman looked at Zhao Xianzong, who couldn't even block her own blow, and giggled.

Zhao Xianzong didn't say anything when he heard this, such a woman is not worthy of her own words.

This time, it was Zhao Xianzong who bullied him, slashing left and right with Qing Ming in his hand, fighting for his life, forcing the three of them to turn around and retreat several times.

The field was shining, and for a while it seemed to be evenly matched.

It's just that every time he makes a move, a large amount of blood will be sprinkled on Zhao Xianzong's chest, and it will go down his arm, and the Qing Ying Sword will be dyed blood red.

A hundred miles away, countless monks were full of admiration when they saw this scene, no matter what the outcome of this battle was, it didn't matter if the battle was won or lost at this moment.

Huo Qingluo, who struggled to get up from the sea, looked at the sky, there was already a figure in blood-stained clothes, and instead of being annoyed by being shot into the water, there was a faint happiness in her expression.

He wasn't the ruthless person after all, but he didn't feel wrong.

Just looking at Zhao Xianzong, who was in danger of falling at any time, Huo Qingluo was worried, but this time he didn't rush forward again.

The battle above the sky lasted for a full hour, and Zhao Xianzong's body was covered with many scars, his left arm was slightly drooping, and the bones in it were all shattered.

The gray old man held a strange black cane, and said with a smile: "How does the taste of blood poison in the body really feel?"

Zhao Xianzong felt the blood-colored true qi in his body, and smiled slightly: "But Er'er"

"Hehe, the dead duck has a hard mouth, see how long you can hold on!" Ying Sanniang sneered, if they didn't want to exchange injuries for injuries, they would have beheaded this person under the sword.

But what they didn't know was that Zhao Xianzong, who looked getting weaker and weaker, was actually getting better and better.

Although the healing power of the luck book is progressing slowly, it has been so long, and most of it has recovered, and now it is the three of them who are attacking with all their might, and it will also cost a great price, but this is not enough, it will take time, as long as he recovers to seventy percent of his heyday, he is sure to kill all three of them!

Monk Huijue seems to be the most ferocious, but in fact, he is also injured, as long as this person is killed, the rest of Ying Sanniang and the gray-haired old man are not worried!

As soon as the thought moved, Zhao Xianzong thought about Huijue and left.

The figure is erratic and unpredictable.

"Bell"

The two figures were separated by a few miles of violent banging, and the mana was scattered and stirred up thousands of waves.

Hui Jue was also surprised by Zhao Xianzong's state, but he just thought that he had used some kind of secret method to strengthen it, and there was no healing elixir in this world that could make people recover from such an injury in a short period of time.

"Bang" is another impact.

Zhao Xianzong's figure seemed to be invincible, and he was hit by Ying Sanniang's long sword and went towards Monk Huijue.

Looking at Zhao Xianzong, who could no longer control his body, Monk Huijue looked happy, he was different from Ying Sanniang and others, the others came for the material exercises promised by the old woman surnamed Qu, but he came to repay a causal involvement in the past, if this matter is understood, it is to round his Dao heart, which will be of great benefit to his future practice.

"Death!" Monk Huijue felt that the opportunity had come, and shouted loudly, holding a vajra and smashing it towards Zhao Xianzong's back.

Just when the hundred-zhang vajra was less than dozens of meters away from Zhao Xianzong, Huijue suddenly saw a look on the corner of Zhao Xianzong's mouth that seemed to be smiling.

Oh no!

It's just that it's too late, and Zhao Xianzong, who seems to be flying upside down and unable to control his body, disappeared from under the vajra that he smashed down in an instant, and when he reappeared, he was already holding the right rib of the Qingming Self-Huijue Monk and swung the sword from the bottom up.

A sword slashed out of the heavens and the earth and changed color, and the power was only slightly worse than when Zhao Xianzong won the victory.

The body of the Huijue monk in the middle of the Yuan Infant was divided into two, and the Yuan Infant was wiped out together.

This change caught people off guard, and the smile on Ying Sanniang's face turned into a look of surprise in an instant.

It's just that before he could react, Zhao Xianzong went towards Ying Sanniang and the gray-haired old man.

Without the reminder of Monk Huijue, the two of them could not capture Zhao Xianzong's figure at all.

In just a moment, two screams sounded, and the gray-haired old man was cut into two knots by a sword, and when Yuan Ying came out of his body, he was wiped out on the spot by the evil aura of the Qing Ying Sword.

Ying Sanniang was hit in the chest with a palm, and her upper body suddenly sank, not in human shape.

A purple primordial infant then escaped, wanting to break through the void.

Zhao Xianzong's big sleeves brushed over, and suddenly a light curtain composed of thin mana took Ying Sanniang's Yuan Ying back.

"Real people spare their lives, you and I have no enmity, why bother fighting for life and death like this, if real people spare me today, Sanniang is willing to be a slave and a servant. The face of Yuan Ying was full of fear, and his voice was urgent.

"Shattered!" Zhao Xianzong's expression did not change after hearing this, and the palm of his hand was slightly pinched and shattered, turning into a huge aura and quickly dissipating into the air.

At this point, all the four Yuan Infant Cultivators were killed, Zhao Xianzong held the Qing Ming in his hand, stood in the air and slowly looked around, and no one dared to look at him for a while.

"Hehe, it's all the people of the Dirt Collapse Dog!"

The faint voice spread all over the hundred miles, which was an extremely arrogant word, but the monks were all deaf, and even the Yuanying monks who were a hundred miles away were silent.

The hole in his chest has gradually healed, but if he wants to fully recover, even with the help of the power of luck, it will still take a long time, but this does not affect Zhao Xianzong's fierce power at this moment.

Hundreds of monks of the Heavenly Star Palace came in formation, but it ended gloomily, and the prestige of the Heavenly Star Palace will definitely plummet after this battle.

At this moment, the only Yuanying Monk who came in person from the Heavenly Star Palace was already seriously injured and had no strength to fight again.

After Zhao Xianzong killed the four infants, all the cultivators of the Heavenly Star Palace were frightened and wanted to flee in all directions, but they didn't dare to act rashly.

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