The Great Luo Sect is tall and magnificent, like the Thousand Palaces of the Immortal Mansion, in the gaze of the thousands of disciples who have survived from one holy land and two super sects.

The five quasi-saint masters, one in the south and four in the north, rolled up the brilliance of the sky and the incomparable true qi and mountain patterns, and crashed together.

"Black clouds crush the city", panic!

Many disciples' bodies trembled slightly, and they subconsciously took a few steps forward, staring at them.

They are not qualified to participate in this kind of fight, but winning or losing seems to determine the life and death of many people.

"Xinzhuo has no hope of winning!"

Yuan Yourong clenched the sword in his hand, glanced at Qin Yuliu, and strengthened his conviction.

"The four ancestor-level quasi-saint masters have been famous for a long time, and they are all open, and they will never lose!"

Da Luo Zongsi, Ying Shengzi and others also looked resolute.

However, the next moment, the idea is too different from reality.

The aftermath of the terrifying True Qi reverberated in the sky, and it fell with a bang, and the thousands of warriors who were blowing it staggered back.

"Bang ......"

The fight of the five quasi-saints only lasted for three breaths, and the four terrifying sword shadows slashed the quasi-saint supernatural powers of Dongfang, Soul Exterminator, Seventh Degree Ancestor and Bauhinia Old Woman, and slashed at the four of them fiercely and devastatingly.

"Poof......

"Ah......h

The body protection of the four quasi-saint ancestors, Zhengang, barely resisted the sword shadow, but he couldn't bear it, spitting blood from his mouth, like four rags, suddenly flying upside down, his breath was messy, and his four faces were dazed, frightened and puzzled.

Just now, Xin Zhuo's strength actually overwhelmed a few of his own, and the terrifying mountain pattern seemed to have reached a point where it was inexplicable!

Thousands of martial artists, holy sons, and elders below were stunned, and their eyes flew upside down with the four quasi-saint ancestors, and their hearts also fell!

Xin Zhuo is a person who kills four quasi-saints with one blow, and he is so strong!

Which martial arts is you cultivating!!

Looking at the sky again, Xin Zhuo's body just shook and took three steps back, but in the next moment, like a meteor catching the moon, he went straight to the four quasi-saint ancestors below and waved a palm,

The palm is like a mountain, the nine-colored true qi is rolling, the void mountain pattern turns into chaos, the palm of the hand is like a substance in the blink of an eye, enveloping the momentum of destroying the heavens and the earth, and going straight to the four quasi-saints to kill, disillusionment halfway, and the phantom slowly covers half of the mountain gate.

Magnificent and domineering!

"Bang ......"

Under the giant palm, a large number of disciples in mid-air could not bear the quasi-holy mountain pattern coming to their bodies, and they all hung to the ground, bleeding from the seven orifices, the meridians were broken, and their cultivation was in vain.

Masters who have the ability to dodge, such as the old man of Bauhinia, Da Luo and the old saint son of Dayan, can only pale their faces, dodge the edge, and fly elsewhere, but they are still halfway through, and their bodies are sluggish and painful.

Fortunately, Dongfang and the four of them forcibly stabilized their bodies, with fear and confusion on their faces, they all slapped their palms and faced the giant palms in the sky.

Behind the gods, bloodlines and visions are majestic and soaring to the sky, transforming divine beasts, mountains and rivers and mountains, and endless blessings.

"Hum—"

The five quasi-saints were once again briefly stalemate, competing in true qi, mountain patterns, and accumulation.

The entire Da Luo Zong Mountain Range and the palace shook violently, dust bricks and tiles fell, and the palace walls and walls that had just cracked collapsed.

However, the next moment, four against one, still lost to Xin Zhuo.

The Spirit Exterminator Venerable couldn't help but have blood-red eyes, and roared angrily and unwillingly at Xin Zhuo: "Little thief, why is the opportunity monstrous, repeatedly immortal, and only three quasi-saints, why are you so strong, which mental method do you cultivate, and whose martial arts do you learn?" How unjust is heaven and earth! ”

"Heaven and earth have ever been fair! When I was weak, who took pity on me, today ...... No one can live! ”

High in the air, Xin Zhuo looked like a demon god, stretched out his finger, and pointed it again, and the chaos mountain pattern landed in wisps.

"Boom ......"

The giant palm shone brighter, and suddenly sank.

"Poof......

Dongfang, Soul Slayer, Seventh Degree Ancestor, and Bauhinia Old Lady could no longer hold on, their internal organs were injured, their mouth and nose were bleeding, and they slammed into the bottom.

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

The magic circle of the "Da Luo Secret Altar" shattered, and the four figures smashed into a bunch of palaces.

The aftermath of the true qi of the five quasi-saints rolled out, and nearly a thousand low-level disciples of Da Luo, no matter what kind of talent they were, what kind of opportunity they had, they never had a chance to grow again, they couldn't dodge, and the ancestor was powerless to protect them, and they were shocked to death.

There really is no reason to talk about it in this world.

"Bang ......"

The aftermath continued, and the palaces for hundreds of miles near and far collapsed one after another.

A large number of masters who were still alive in the distance were like falling into the quagmire, struggling and miserable, but what made them even more desperate was that the ancestors were defeated, and they were defeated cleanly, and their eyes were full of numbness and panic.

At this moment, Xin Zhuo was still endless, wrapped in the nine-colored true qi, holding the "cold moon" in his hand, and slashing down at the ruins with a sword.

The blade of the sword is one into three, and the three is hundreds.

The continuous ruins were once again chopped into dust and dust.

"Woo Woo ......"

However, in the ruins, Dongfang, Soul Slayer, Seventh Degree Ancestor, and Bauhinia Old Woman, who were covered in bruises, jumped up with unwillingness and anger, and their bodies shook and turned into the size of a hundred zhang.

This is the phantom of the quasi-saint five gates breaking and opening the "Nine Sutras of the Law Phase", like a god, extremely huge, and the true qi, strength, and mountain pattern are ten times stronger.

The four ancestors had resoluteness and fighting on their faces, not only that, but the old woman Bauhinia respectfully pinched out a four-foot long sword with a black body, and as soon as this long sword appeared, a momentum of the supreme and earth-destroying world swept in all directions.

Even if he is a quasi-saint, he does not dare to grab his edge lightly.

Saint King Weapon!

The four of them relied on the blessing of the true body of the law phase, and manipulated the holy soldiers together, and slashed towards Xin Zhuo.

The sword light rushed to the night, covered the ground, rolled and swayed, the strongest in the world, and went straight to Xin Zhuo.

Mr. Dongfang's voice was like thunder, and he roared angrily: "Xin Zhuo is dead!"

Xin Zhuo took a long time, without the slightest fluctuation of expression, looking directly at the holy soldier, and the next moment he leaned forward, his eyebrows were icy and his eyes were open, and an extreme cold whistled in all directions.

"Squeak ......"

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of miles of ice were engulfed, and the entire Great Luo Sect became a world of ice and snow.

Most of the thousands of remaining disciples of the two sects and one holy land have become ice sculptures, and the remaining ones are even more difficult.

Not only that, in Xin Zhuo's ice eyes, ninety-nine wisps of dark blue ice suddenly appeared, evil and gloomy, as if even the air was frozen, facing the holy soldiers.

"Crystal ......"

The strongest holy soldier, the terrifying killing force, was frozen in the air by the frost and ice intent of Youlan.

The look of lore on the faces of the four people of Dongfang, Soul Extermination, and Seven Degrees slowly disappeared, their beards, eyebrows, and hair were frosted, and their pupils contracted, turning into endless despair in an instant.

"Heaven and Earth Divine Water ......"

The old woman Bauhinia looked at the frost between heaven and earth, and muttered, "What kind of character is this......"

"Kill you and others today, and end the cause and effect of a lifetime!"

Xin Zhuo's body swayed, and he teleported in front of the four quasi-saints, and the cold moon and the chaotic mountain pattern came out together, and the sword light filled the sky.

The reaction of the four quasi-saints can not be described as unpleasant, the weapons are unsheathed, the mountain patterns are ups and downs, and they fight back.

The dazzling sword collision and the vast momentum made the entire Great Luo Sect's sky as messy as paste.

In the eyes of the remaining Bauhinia Holy Land masters, Da Luo, and Da Yan disciples, an unforgettable scene in this life soon appeared in the sky-

The Seventh Ancestor of the Great Yan Sect was cut in half with a sword, blood splattered, and the corpse fell.

The old woman Bauhinia is also a quasi-saint, a domineering person, her head flew up at this moment, and seven feet of blood splashed from her headless cavity.

The body of the Spirit Exterminator Rickets quietly stopped in the air, silently looking at Xin Zhuo, the anger, anger, and killing intent on the old face all disappeared, and slowly turned into pain and regret, she seemed to think of everything in the mirror, the fear of the death of the demon hill back then, the hatred after recovering her memory, the glory, family affection, and cultivation of this life, and also went through it in her mind, and finally froze in the winter of that year, under the snowy precept monument of the Autumn Palace Pavilion, the helpless young man with a thin body.

"Time is also fate, it is indeed ...... Cause and effect are over, but the old woman hates it......"

A line of blood appeared in the center of her eyebrows, which snaked all the way to her lower body, and then with a "bang", her body cracked into two pieces, and the cultivation of her internal organs and body turned into water and fell.

Only the old Mr. Dongfang was left, and there was an extra sword mark on his chest that could reach the bone, and his face showed a trace of fear, which had not appeared for many years since the mirror had passed, and suddenly he took out a small shield from his arms, and stood in front of him, flying straight into the distance.

That's right! Escaped!

"Orient, why run away? No chance! ”

Xin Zhuo silently looked at his back, the fingers of his right hand were together, and the "Cold Moon" sword rolled up a round of crescent moon, blessed by the void mountain pattern, like a meteor catching the moon, and went quickly, and the air curled along the way, as if it was scorching.

"Bang!"

That small shield spirit treasure might be able to block the blows of most of the quasi-saints, but under the "Mountain Pattern" sword, it shattered with a bang, and the speed of the long sword did not decrease, and it went straight to Dongfang's back.

"Poof—"

In an instant, Mr. Dongfang's body was pierced, and the terrifying power flew away with him, and he was heavily fixed on a cliff.

The hilt of the sword shook slightly, and a crack in the cobwebs appeared in the mountain wall, climbing in all directions.

His old face was pressed against the stone wall, and he turned his head hard, his face was already full of humility and helplessness, but he used all his strength to roar: "All the disciples of Dayan, Zijing, and Daluo, form a formation to deal with the catastrophe!" Fight for your life with the thief! ”

Xin Zhuo is already a "catastrophe"!

That's right! Countless Da Luo disciples have fantasized countless times about where their own catastrophe should be after the prosperity of Wanwu, but they really didn't think of it...... It should be in Sindro!

In the icebergs and snow in all directions, intimidated by the grandeur and tragedy of the five quasi-saints, and the killing intent of the demon-like Xin Zhuo, the masters and disciples of the three parties have long been frightened, frankly speaking, they are here to participate in the "Tian Yuan Theory Technique", but they don't want everything to become a joke.

At this moment, when I heard Mr. Dongfang shouting, I also knew that life and death were instantaneous, and they all flew together, forming a huge sword network in an instant, with eight hundred masters above the Yang Reality Realm!

Eight hundred weapons, straight up, shining with earth-shattering sharpness!

A large number of Su Lao, Si Ying, Yuan Yourong, Wujiang, Bai Ming, Ghost Zhizi, and even including Xie Ge Master, Li Wufang, Li Yufu, Dao Zhen, Yu Zhuji, Chen Changsheng, Nie Shenghuan, and even Ning Yu, Xie Lingwu and Li Fan, who were lucky not to die, were among them.

Regardless of whether they were willing to be enemies of Xin Zhuo or not, they were always disciples of their respective sects, and they had the beliefs they held onto.

The sect is the thing that needs to be protected the most in this life, and it has nothing to do with right or wrong!

Xin Zhuo put his hands behind his back and watched silently, but did not stop him, just glanced at it, fortunately, the master Liu Qingfeng and those people were standing far away, and they didn't participate in a daze.

Looking at the familiar or unfamiliar faces in the sword array below, Xin Zhuo sighed lightly: "Da Yan has been destroyed, Da Luo will be destroyed, this is my oath back then, you don't have to be like this, if you swear to break away from the various sects, I, Xin Zhuo, will not blame the past, let you go!"

No one spoke, and everyone's eyes became resolute, and today's ...... The only one who is dead.

Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment, he didn't understand the sect culture of this world, he didn't despise it, he didn't joke, he just raised his hand, and turned into three yangs in one gas, the nine-colored true qi roared, and the chaotic mountain pattern was blessed, and he used all his strength to slap it down with one palm.

Palm into a square jade seal phantom.

"Bang ......"

The sword formation formed by eight or nine hundred people in a hurry only lasted for six breaths, and then it was shattered, and most of the figures staggered and fell, still in the air, bleeding from the seven orifices, the meridians collapsed, and they died of anger.

A mist of blood filled the air.

Sometimes, a large number of people does not mean great strength, if there is no idea of unity and the heart of victory, it has already fallen behind, and death is only a matter between Sumeru.

What's more, the terrible mountain pattern of disillusionment of nothingness, they can't understand it, they don't understand it.

Their belief to the end of the day is complete, no matter whether it is right or wrong, there will be no regrets in their hearts!

"Bang Bang ......"

The corpses rained down like raindrops, densely and densely on the ground one after another.

The continuous palaces that have not collapsed around them have not been spared, and they have fallen with a bang, filled with smoke, and are in a mess.

At this time, there is no end in sight to the corpse, and there are thousands of them, whether it is a peerless appearance, a stunning talent, or a resolute heart with infinite ambitions, they can only turn into dust.

Ten thousand years of inheritance, so tragic.

In the distance, Liu Qingfeng and hundreds of other people who did not want to participate watched silently, their faces full of helplessness and hesitation.

This scene, isn't it fate?

In the distance, there were still two or three thousand disciples who were panicked and helpless, saluting in unison, abandoning their hearts and swearing to leave.

Mr. Dongfang, who was fixed on the cliff, still had a breath of breath, watching his beloved disciples and valued juniors die in front of him one after another, and his heart was like a knife for a while, and he smiled bitterly.

A pair of old eyes were gradually shrouded in death, and the meaning of "unwilling to live" was gradually enveloped, and he couldn't help coughing violently.

Xin Zhuo fell into the ice and snow, ignoring the nearly 100 bloody people who were lucky enough to survive under his feet, and walked towards the east step by step, looking at him silently.

Mr. Dongfang, who had messy white hair and a broken robe, was silent for a long time before he spit out a few words with difficulty: "Before today, the old man was still ambitious, and the old man had opened six doors, and in the future, he would have seven folds of certainty and enter the True Holy Realm!" Just two hours ago, I was still wondering which disciple under the sect could win......

He seemed to be saying these words to himself, and after saying these words for a while, he looked at Xin Zhuo and said, "The old man never thought that an acquired person could be so strong, cross the border and fight four battles, break the sword formation with one palm, and kill eight hundred juniors!" One person destroys one sect, no, it's two super sects, you did it!

Where would the Autumn Palace Pavilion think of it back then......

A quasi-saint who is less than 100 years old! Xin Zhuo, who the hell is you? ”

Xin Zhuo didn't speak, just stretched out his hand and grabbed it.

"Close!"

From the ruins of the palace near and far, countless rays of luck representing the sect flew out and drilled into his body.

The body shook, and the mental method worked to the extreme.

The martial arts stones belonging to the Great Luo Sect in all directions also shone brightly, and wisps flew in.

Xin Zhuo's momentum became thicker and thicker, and finally a golden light appeared,

Danhainei, the fourth gate of the quasi-saint, broken!

"You ......"

Mr. Dongfang trembled from the initial doubt, to shock, to fear: "No, no, I understand, I finally understand, you have a divine artifact, you have an ancient and unknown treasure to protect you, you can enter the country faster than anyone, understand, understand, but I never thought of turning over your body, hahaha......"

"Xinzhuo! It's time to finish! ”

At this moment, more than a dozen terrifying breaths suddenly came from outside the mountain gate, pressing like an abyss and a sea.

South, south, north, west, a total of fifteen figures.

All the major holy lands, cave heavens, false saints, and true saints!

At the highest altitude, Jiang Taiyu, the great sage of the Jiang family, took Li Chunyuan with him, and he looked like the master of heaven and earth, and a single look seemed to be able to make the Xuantian Mountain Range collapse here.

This is a power that is completely different from the quasi-saint, and it is a step up!

In the dying old eyes of Mr. Dongfang, infinite vitality suddenly emerged.

It's a pity that Xin Zhuo didn't give him a chance, he didn't even look at a group of sky-beating figures in the sky, held the "cold moon", shook a sword, and slashed Dongfang into more than seventy pieces, as if replying to his previous chatter: "There is still a gap between the quasi-saint and the quasi-saint, you have been busy all your life, and you are just ordinary goods, Li Chunyuan, a true martial artist who breaks a door in the sky, can also kill you, but he is not my opponent, go, you and I have a grudge over, Mr. Dongfang!"

"Poof......

Dozens of quasi-saint flesh and bones burst into the mountain wall, extremely beautiful, Dongfang's head was full of regret, his eyes were dead, and he fell into the endless abyss.

That's right! The grievances of the mirror flowers and rivers so far have been settled!

There will be no more forced escape!

(End of chapter)