Chu Qingyun and the other twelve people rushed forward. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

However, they soon saw that there seemed to be several figures in the endless wasteland in front of them, walking towards them, rapidly approaching.

"Someone!"

The sudden appearance of the figure made all of them immediately stop and be on guard.

And it didn't take long for Chu Qingyun's face to change.

After the people on the other side got closer, the Devouring Martial Soul in his sea of qi actually began to tremble slightly.

The people of the Wuhun Palace!

Although Chu Qingyun and the others stopped, Cao Zhixin, the special envoy of the Martial Spirit Palace, did not stop at all, and soon, they arrived opposite Chu Qingyun and the others.

And after seeing the person clearly, the four people of the Wuhun Hall couldn't help laughing.

"Chu Qingyun!"

"And ...... Wan Jianxin, Xiao Qingsheng, Deng Xuan, Qi Hao, Zhao Junying!"

"This is really an eye-opener, I finally met a figure in this place, and it turned out to be a few of you! Hehe, this time, look where you are going!"

The envoy of the Martial Spirit Hall actually wrote down the names of several people he had seen in the ruins of the Blood Sect.

"Run, hmph, just a few of you? It's just three more seventh-level martial kings, and you dare to be ashamed!" Wan Jianxin smiled coldly and said.

On the side of the Martial Spirit Palace, in addition to the four envoys they had seen, who were sixth-level martial kings, there were also three more guys wearing tattered black robes.

The three guys in tattered black robes looked gloomy and a little weird, but the aura fluctuations on their bodies were only seventh-level martial kings.

The seventh-level martial king of the Martial Spirit Palace, I'm afraid that even the ordinary human seventh-level martial king can't beat it.

And Wan Jianxin and them are the most elite core disciples of the major sects, although they are only in the realm of sixth-level martial kings, it is not a problem to deal with ordinary seventh-level martial kings outside the sect, or even eighth-level martial kings.

Not to mention, it's a seventh-level martial king to deal with the Martial Spirit Palace!

"Hehe, he is worthy of being the core disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and his tone is big, but there are only three seventh-level martial kings...... In that case, then you can play with an undead......"

The envoy of the Martial Spirit Hall finished speaking.

Beside him, a seventh-level martial king who couldn't see his head and face, and couldn't even see his hands and feet, moved lightly towards Wan Jianxin, his tattered black robe mopping the floor, and he couldn't see any walking at all.

"This guy...... It's a little weird, it feels eerie, and people can't help but feel cold. ”

"Do you feel that there is no life in him, and there is still a foot under him, as if he is floating. ”

"Those guys from the Wuhun Palace, what did they get out again......

The others naturally also noticed the abnormality of the seventh-level Martial King.

However, Wan Jianxin snorted coldly, "Hmph, pretending to be a ghost, watch me break it with one sword!"

Before the words fell, Wan Jianxin's right index finger and middle finger merged into a sword finger, and with one finger, a pure and powerful yuan force burst out from his fingertips, automatically condensing into a sword shape, and stabbing at the seventh-level martial king.

Bang!

There was a muffled sound.

In the face of the Yuan Li Sword Finger, the seventh-level Martial King did not dodge or dodge, and let it bombard his left chest.

However, in the midst of a muffled sound, the seventh-level Martial King was unscathed, only his body was bombarded and paused slightly, and then at the previous speed, he floated towards Wan Jian Xin.

"This ...... How is that possible!"

Wan Jianxin was surprised.

His finger is not a casual Yuan Force condensation attack, in the Yuan Force, contains his sword path, such a sword finger, I am afraid it is not weaker than the full force of the ordinary Inner Gate Sixth-level Martial King.

Even if it is a seventh-level martial king, it is impossible to defend with all the strength of the secret method, and it is impossible to be unscathed!

Surprised, the seventh-level Martial King had already floated in front of Wan Jian Xin.

He raised an arm, and from the wide black cuffs, a dead white, somewhat hazy and transparent hand stretched out, which seemed to be dull, but it grabbed Wan Jianxin very quickly.

That kind of white, there is no pure feeling at all, on the contrary, it reveals a filthy turbid white, which makes people can't help but feel disgusting.

"Get out of here!"

Wan Jianxin's face changed, and with a wave of his hand, another Yuan Force long sword slashed towards that arm.

Sonor!

The Yuanli long sword slashed through the black robe and slashed at the dead white arm, but it made a sound that seemed to be the resonance of gold and iron.

No chopping!

"Ho ......"

Inside the dark hood, a low exhale sounded.

A cold stream of air with the breath of death was spit out of the hood.

Under the scorching sun, it was like winter, and a puff of water vapor was condensed.

Before the exhalation fell, the seventh-level Martial King immediately made a move, and his backhand smashed Wan Jianxin's Yuanli long sword, and then turned into a claw with one hand, and his arm turned into an afterimage, grabbing his heart with the trend.

Wan Jianxin, the strength is also extremely strong.

At the moment when the exhalation began, he sensed that something was wrong, and immediately unleashed his martial spirit.

"Dustless White Jade Sword!"

Behind Wan Jianxin, a two-meter-tall jade-white sword-shaped phantom instantly condensed.

And the moment the Yuanli long sword in his hand was shattered, he held it in the palm of his hand, and the power of the martial soul gathered, and there was immediately a white jade sword in his hand.

"Ice Jade Sword!"

Wan Jianxin unleashed his soul technique, and the white jade sword shone brightly, revealing a fierce and sturdy feeling, and a sword met the dead white claws.

Rumble!

Another violent impact.

The seventh-level Martial King's hand and claw instantly retracted into his sleeve as if he was in pain, and Wan Jian Xin was even more shocked by the huge force and retreated, and his face became even more shocked.

In the three encounters, he actually fell into the disadvantage.

Even if he didn't use his really powerful methods, it was enough to shock his heart.

After all, the opponent is just a seventh-level martial king of the Martial Spirit Palace!

"Hehe, Wan Jian Xin, now, do you dare to say that this is just a seventh-level martial king?" The envoy of the Martial Spirit Palace, as well as his three subordinates, all smiled proudly.

The undead are members of the Martial Spirit Palace.

This is the technology developed by the Zhongzhou Martial Soul Palace, using the broken martial souls left in the bodies of dead human warriors, and integrating the martial soul power and yuan power of a large number of low-level members of the Martial Soul Palace, creating a strength comparable to that of the members of the Undead Martial Soul Hall before their deaths.

These three "undead" are all seventh-level martial kings.

In other words, they are all people from the Martial Spirit Palace, and they got the broken martial soul from the body of the dead seventh-level martial king human martial artist, and then sacrificed many of their own people, creating things.

And the envoy of the Wuhun Hall and others, their task is to send a group of members of the Wuhun Hall of the Undead Department to the Wuhun Hall in the Northern Regions and to the Black Magic Tower.

It's not just the fifteen major sects in the Northern Regions that can get support from Zhongzhou.

The Black Magic Tower also has the Zhongzhou Martial Spirit Hall as a backer!(To be continued.) )