The horror of the monster was beyond Zhang Jueyuan's expectations, and in that elegant and free flick, he felt a terrifying aura.

Zhang Jueyuan stepped back again, quickly stepped back, and slashed forward with the Qiushui sword in his hand, divided into two, two into four, and four into eight, there was no difference between strength and weakness, forming a net of heaven and earth, trying to dissolve this flick layer by layer.

The intensity of life was difficult to resist the dead silence of ice and snow, and the flick of the terrifying monster made the heavy sword light strangely converge, and it just hit the spine of the sword.

A fierce chill struck, the purple lightning and green thunder floating on the surface of the Qiushui Sword condensed into ice, and Zhang Jueyuan's five fingers holding the sword flashed pale gold, frozen on the hilt of the sword, and it was difficult to isolate the cold.

Zhang Jueyuan's face changed immediately, his right hand shook, his palm was torn away from the hilt of the sword, so that the cold no longer had anything to cling to, and then his stiff right hand was released, and his left palm held the Qiushui Sword. His figure moved quickly, and before the monster reacted, he slashed four swords in a row on the left and right, fast or heavy, feminine or masculine, integrating all the learning and comprehension of his life into these four swords, round and wishful, lightning and thunder, ethereal and intimidating, heavy pressure, and because it was a left-handed sword, it was extremely unpredictable.

Guo Fu, who was watching the battle, saw the ripples in his eyes, and it seemed that Jueyuan's swordsmanship had improved again, especially after watching the battle between Lin Sen and Bill Bush, he seemed to have understood something.

The monster's left hand was clasped up, as if sealed, and a dark black ice cold light poured out from its body, engulfing all four sword lights, and it was black.

Between Huo Ran, Zhang Jueyuan's Qiushui sword was withdrawn, and it was withdrawn against common sense, and then he peeked at the cardinal and slashed out with a sword again.

With a click, the black expanse parted, and the long sword slashed the monster's black body.

The black ice shattered, the cold air rose, and it seemed that only one ice sculpture was broken.

At the same time, Lucifer's thread of light also passed through the monster's body.

Bill Bush's long knife slashed him diagonally in the abdomen.

Lang Ke and Guo Fu on the periphery looked happy at the same time, while Wu Zetian behind them showed a shocked look on his face.

However, the three kings in the battle circle all had solemn faces, and there was no joy of victory at all.

I saw that the body of the monster in the center of the three people was shattered piece by piece, like an weathered stone, without a sense of life.

A gust of wind blew, and a black gas dissipated in an instant.

Then, behind Lucifer in the sky, the black mist condensed, and the monster reappeared, and the thumb of the black qi condensed in his right hand pressed against the index finger and middle finger, and let out a long sigh, full of gloom and lightness, and gently pointed at his back.

The black knife in his left hand slashed squarely, and there were two people, Bill Bush and Zhang Jueyuan, who came to find their breath, as well as a sword and a knife.

The finger that the monster pointed out caused Lucifer's pupils to shrink sharply.

"Great Elder, be careful!" Fang's Langke shouted in fear.

This point is awkward and heavy, condensing infinite sadness and perseverance, which makes Lucifer's heart fluctuate with it, thinking of the clansmen who were driven to the Great Wilderness Star Domain by humans, thinking of the ancestors who worked hard to develop the Great Wilderness Star Domain that was still wild at that time in order to survive generation after generation, and thinking of the burden of humiliation and humiliation over the years in order to regain the rich three star fields, his heart was depressed, and he struggled painfully, only feeling shackled by layers, and he just wanted to wave out and cut off all this, so that he could be free and liberated.

Wu Zetian's eyes were full of colorful ripples, and he actually integrated the Heavenly Demon Charm* into one move and one style, which was seamless, and it could also affect his soul while hitting the opponent's body, and the power of the two prongs was greatly increased.

Wu Zetian's heart fluctuated, as if he had an understanding.

"Not good!" Lucifer, who felt the influence, was suddenly startled in his heart, and suddenly a holy icon phantom appeared behind him, white and pure, pointing to the sky and the earth.

Lucifer regained his senses, and just now he was hooked by this monster that had aroused the long-pent-up emotions in his heart, and there was a huge loophole.

The holy elephant suppressed it, and Lucifer was about to block this finger, but in a flash, he saw the monster's eyes flashing with red light, and the dazzling red light was full of nostalgia and enthusiasm and intoxicating emotions.

Lucifer shrugged, how could the monster see his eyes when it was clearly behind him?

A voice sounded in his ear and in his head, "Everything is unreal, but I am real!"

"It's still affected!" Lucifer was shocked and angry.

The red eyes were close in front of him, and they seemed to be far away in the sky, and he knew that this was just the illusion of the "potential" of the monster, the embodiment of his mind in his sight.

Look at these eyes—the gloomy* one, just farewell!

At this moment, Lucifer had an inexplicable feeling that the self that this monster saw was completely different from his own understanding, and he couldn't stop it!

Normally, when the two sides fight, what they see is nothing more than the momentum of the flesh and the true yuan moves, the application of the power of heaven and earth, and the mastery of the law, but at this moment, Lucifer believes that what this monster sees is not these, but something else, just like a pot of flowers, what he sees is the petals, stamens, roots, soil, flower plate, sunlight and veins, and finds the cardinal from it, and Wu Jizhen sees a completely different "potential" such as strong dependence on vitality and death.

If you can't be in the same "line of sight" as him, you can't know where his finger will go, and you can't resist it.

At this moment, a trace of strangeness flashed in Lucifer's heart. He no longer wondered why this monster could escape from Bill Bush's hands, but why did he escape? If it was one-on-one, Bill Bush was definitely no match for this monster.

Even if it has the effect of this heaven and earth bonus, the strength of this monster should not drop too much.

However, this emotion was only fleeting, and Lucifer couldn't care about anything else, and the holy light true yuan in his body was flowing rapidly, transparent and pure, and domineering, trying to interfere with it.

At the same time, it flies upwards and widens the distance, intending to isolate both sides with an area attack.

At this time, Fang's Zhang Jueyuan suddenly changed.

He teamed up with Bill Bush, and the two of them were blocked by the monster's black knife with a sword, and they couldn't break through for a few breaths.

Bill Bush was still wielding his knife, not using the black gun he had strapped to his arms, his eyes flashing and he didn't know what he was thinking.

But Zhang Jueyuan was annoyed, since he became the king, he thought that Zonghengtian was invincible, even if there were a few people in the same realm, it was only between Zhong Bo. But some time ago, he was hit by Lin Sen first, and found that there were already juniors who had come to front of him, and today, he was suppressed by this monster that should have come from the Demon Gate.

This series of blows made his peaceful mind for many years be broken by anger, and the kendo comprehension accumulated in his body for many years began to emerge in his mind one by one, and he continued to blend to remove the chaff.

Finally, for a moment, maybe it was an opportunity, maybe it was a flash of inspiration, his nearly 100-year accumulation collapsed, shrunk to a point, and then suddenly exploded.

Zhang Jueyuan felt as if he had been baptized for a moment, and his heart suddenly became transparent, and the things that he had been thinking about hard in the past were now clear to him.