Among the two hundred warriors such as Nangong Wentian and Zhang Jiuying, there is no shortage of people who are extremely focused on martial arts and are proficient in creation, and there is no shortage of ruthless people who have lived long enough and walked out of the sea of corpses and blood.

Their vision and skills are definitely not weak, but they are a step slower in the mountains and forests here, and they are defeated again and again.

But they didn't dare to imagine that anyone in the world could challenge the top genius disciples of the twelve major sects and the most elite Lingtai masters in the same realm.

In their inherent impression, only any one of these people would be right to challenge a group of ordinary casual cultivators in the same realm.

But now they understand that someone can, this person who had saved the Eighteen Sects at the beginning, as the Young Master of the Xuantian Sword Sect, was a mysterious person Xin Zhuo.

"Boom ......"

In the distance, the sage monument is hundreds of miles away, the sky is stirred by the power of Tai Chi, the red moon is no longer visible, and the fine rain also forms a whirlpool for hundreds of miles like a tornado, in which the mountain peaks collapse, the ancient trees are broken, and the rocks are splashed, just like the sky and the earth are flying sand and stones, and it is a mess.

Twelve figures, divine bodies, bloodline visions are more terrifying than the other, martial arts, and supernatural powers are more terrifying than the other, even if any one of them does it, it will be difficult for these two hundred people to parry!

In the face of the absolute martial realm, the number of people is useless.

However, Xin Zhuo, who is now besieged by them, is not embarrassed at all, his body seems to be glowing with golden light, a spiritual treasure is dazzling, one person and one sword, rolling up the sword light of the Nine Dragons, every blow must be like a dragon soaring, and every sword must be haunted like a ghost.

The swordsmanship is wonderful!

The means are heavy!

Mahayana of change!

It's breathtaking, it's a marvel!

He was not even afraid of the divine body and the vision of the bloodline.

Therefore, each blow must repel one person.

"The mortal body in the world should be taught by Xin Shaozhang!"

"Amazing talent, only Xin Shaozhang teaches an ear!"

This is the heartfelt evaluation of the two hundred warriors, and it definitely does not contain the slightest bit of false and exaggerated praise.

And above the saint's monument, the faces of the twelve people including Qiya became very ugly.

As opponents, they could feel Xin Zhuo's terrifying strength the most.

His strength is more than ten times that of ordinary martial artists, he is not afraid of the divine body, bloodline vision, his swordsmanship you can't understand, in the face of twelve people can be stable.

No matter how angry he is, he has to admit that this is an incomprehensible demon, and he has the qualifications to speak wildly.

"If that's just the case, Xin Zhuo, you are really naïve, what do you say to give us a chance?"

At this time, Qifang suddenly flew back in the air, and his body was filled with an incomparably rich demonic aura.

The other eleven people all regressed, and their momentum climbed again, even more terrifying than before.

"Twelve people fight for their lives, and they are going to win or lose."

Zhang Jiuying and a group of others subconsciously stepped forward, their faces turned pale.

Zhao Yizhu's fingers flashed with brilliant sword intent.

However, Xin Zhuo was silent, and even stopped attacking, just holding his sword in both hands and making a gesture of resistance.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

The brilliance of the sky was extremely shocking and killing, and went straight to Xin Zhuo to kill, and in the eyes of a group of warriors in the distance, even a large mountain gate was enough to destroy.

Xin Zhuo was completely buried, as if he had reached the end of the strong crossbow-

The body protection Jiufang jade sent by Jiang Yuwei was shattered alive,

The Seven Phoenix Robes, Tiger Roar Seals, and Nine Phoenix Jade Seals were shattered one after another.

Even the golden crown of the dragon was also knocked off with one blow.

The gold was torn, revealing fair skin.

His long hair was loose and there was a glimmer of blood at the corner of his mouth.

"You acquired, waste of time, arrogant! Ignorant! Arrogant! ”

Bai Zong couldn't help but scold angrily, even if he wanted to slash it with one palm.

But at this time, Xin Zhuo raised his head violently, his eyes exuded a strong killing intent, and his right hand grabbed fiercely.

Countless purple thunderbolts descended in an instant, and the entire Sage Monument seemed to be caught in a terrifying thunder pool.

The faces of the twelve changed drastically, and they immediately dodged in a hurry, but they were still sore from the blows.

The thunder is not counted, and then the twenty-eight miles of Lingtai Mind Killing Illusion suddenly came, with the Nine Miles of Zhu Xiantai and Nine Miles of Haotian Throne Phantom, and it was knocked down with a bang.

The faces of the twelve people who hurriedly dodged changed again, and they had no choice but to summon the Spirit Platform Intention Extreme Killing Illusion to resist, but at most it was only ten miles in size, just like a child against an adult!

All this is in the gap when everyone's tricks have been exhausted and they haven't taken a breath!

"Boom, boom—"

The ground of the entire Sage Monument for hundreds of miles sank several feet alive, and the terrifying storm swept away, and Nangong Wentian and a group of people had to stay away again in anxiety.

"Damn it!"

Qiya and the others only felt uncomfortable, and Lingtai was also in a daze, and couldn't help cursing, but in a hazy way, they saw that Xin Zhuo flashing over.

The twelve people did not want to sit still, and rushed forward, and the weapons in their hands were all rolled up with the power of bright Taiji.

Xin Zhuo threw away the sword strangely, his hands were sealed very quickly, and a simple and hasty, extremely sharp breath, as if Lao Tzu was in the eternal river thousands of years ago, suddenly appeared.

Without waiting for a group of people to react, Xin Zhuo held out a finger.

With this finger, a group of golden-armored cavalry phantoms, completely different from today's attire, swooped down with overwhelming momentum, and before they got close, they turned into Sumeru's blades.

Look directly at the gold-armored cavalry, and obliquely look at the blade of Sumeru.

The scene is extremely eerie and terrifying.

The pupils of the twelve people contracted, their expressions changed greatly, and they immediately resisted with all their might, but they couldn't stop even half of their breath.

"Puff ......"

Blood spilled into the sky, and the twelve figures flew upside down on their backs like rags.

The three Nine Heavens masters of the Scattered Spiritual Realm were stunned on the spot.

The remaining nine people, their bodies were broken, their bones were displaced, they were drenched in blood, and there was no blood on their faces.

This scene seemed to freeze for a moment.

The two hundred warriors in the distance looked blankly, only to feel that their scalps were exploding, and their hearts were like numbness.

A blow of blood stained the sky.

Twelve people lost in one blow!

It turns out that Xin Zhuo has been building momentum and showing weakness, just waiting for this killing blow, what kind of heart is this person?

At this time, Xin Zhuo had already caught the Heavenly Black Sword that had just been thrown, abandoned the eight people, and went straight to Bai Zong with a decisive killing intent.

"Xinzhuo! Don't teach me, spare my life, it's not easy for me to practice, Bai will take your head from now on, please ......"

During the retreat, Bai Zong, who had not yet died, saw his intention, endured his injuries, and roared with all his might.

"Poof—"

Without any response, the Heavenly Black Sword slashed an arc, his head flying high, and his eyes still filled with reluctance and despair.

"Bang ......"

Only then did the other eight fall to the ground, spitting blood from their mouths again, and their breath was dying.

Twenty breaths, twelve defeated!

Xin Zhuo also fell to the ground, holding the sword in his right hand, the blood on the tip of the sword slid down, and he looked back at the sage tablet.

Twenty breaths have passed!

There is no time!

The body jumped in front of the sage monument and slashed it with a sword.

"Boom-"

The saint's monument is shattered.

A huge pit was exposed on the ground, and countless strange iron-containing gears rotated, quickly forming a huge aura teleportation array with a radius of fifty zhang.

Xin Zhuo looked at the warriors in the distance and said hurriedly: "Eight breaths, leave quickly!"

Nangong Wentian and the others, who were still in a daze, heard this, and in an instant, everyone was surprised and puzzled that there was really a teleportation array under the stone stele, and they saluted in a hurry, just entered the aura, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Yizhu grabbed Xin Zhuo: "Go!"

Xin Zhuo made a gesture to drill in, and suddenly his body couldn't move, and he looked into the distance violently, only to see that the edge of the Qianli Mountain Forest collapsed everywhere, revealing a huge altar in the distance, and the ten breaths locked on him, and he couldn't move a bit.

took a deep breath and pushed Zhao Yizhu violently: "Go first!"

Lord Zhao Yi was caught off guard, took a deep look at him, and also disappeared into the aura.

The aura of the Ten Locks became stronger and stronger.

Xin Zhuo subconsciously looked back, and saw that Qiya, Sanyangnu and Deng Shanling were not dead, but were seriously injured and dying, looking at him blankly, pondering for a while, and angrily reprimanding: "Get out!"

If these words were said by others, the eight would never give up, but at this moment, there was only gratitude and helplessness left.

Xin Zhuo's toughness just now completely destroyed their pride.

The eight people endured their injuries, jumped over, bowed and saluted, and disappeared into the aura.

Deng Shanling was the last to leave, and suddenly said to Xin Zhuo: "Xin Shao is in charge, my ancestor Deng Taixuan is waiting for the master at the top of Kunlun Ruins!"

Xin Zhuo was stunned: "Who?"

Deng Shanling has disappeared.

"Whoa—"

The mountains and forests in all directions collapsed more and more seriously, and countless corpses fell into the endless abyss along with the ancient trees, mountain peaks, and boulders, and soon the eyes became a void space, and the huge altar came in an instant.

Sindra fell uncontrollably onto the altar.

"You're not a little daring!"

An old voice, with a hint of extreme anger.

Xin Zhuo looked over and found that the huge altar god statue in front of him was a three-headed and six-armed evil god, a hundred zhang high, red on one side and red yellow on the other, exuding an indescribable terrifying aura and coercion, even if the Lingtai Nine Heavens were as small as ants in front of it.

Below the altar, ten people sat cross-legged, all young men and women, who looked to be no more than twenty years old.

It was one of the young men in the golden crown and brocade who spoke, his voice was very old, and his eyes were shining with three inches.

That's right! Eyes glow!

Xin Zhuo couldn't help it, as if he was trembling from his soul, if this person killed himself, he was only afraid of a hair.

(End of chapter)