Blood splashed, choking the wild words of the three immortal cultivators.

Chen Ergou spread his wings like a big peng, rolling up a monstrous cold aura, his eyes were very cold, as cold as the magic sword in his hand, and it was cold to the bone.

The Blessing Sword, the natal flying sword of a Jindan Realm monk who has passed away in Guangxiu Immortal Sect, is extremely sharp and psychic, and it is the meeting gift given by Chen Ergou from the head of the sect.

At this time, with the magic sword in hand, Chen Ergou's combat power had already exceeded the scope of the seventh layer of qi refining.

He was like a fierce god, wielding his sword, and the place where the sword light passed was like a drizzle, flying in all directions, killing several immortal cultivators in a row.

The broken corpses fell one by one, and he stepped under his feet, and his figure became taller, with the charm of overlooking the immortal cultivators of the three sects.

"What kind of magic inheritance is this?!"

The Great Elder of the Jin Ding Sect, Huang Kui, was shocked to see, Chen Ergou's methods were too profound, and the immortal cultivators of the fourth or fifth level of Qi refining died when they met, and they had no power to parry at all.

He felt a sense of oppression, even the seventh-layer Qi Refining Old Cultivator who had experienced a lot of wind and rain was a little flustered.

"Since you have done it, don't be afraid of it, high risk and high reward."

The leader's Hufeng view, taking advantage of the Yuedao people's complexion, is also gloomy, Chen Ergou's bone looks extremely difficult to gnaw, but this matter is already difficult to ride a tiger, and it is even more ridiculous to retreat halfway.

On the contrary, he strengthened his mind, and his killing intent was surging, and he was determined to behead Chen Ergou, so as not to lay the root cause of Hufengguan in the future.

"Yes, the road to the pinnacle of Huangfeng Valley will be opened by us."

Xiao Xingyun of Huangfeng Valley is also a ruthless person, and the soil of Chen Guo's immortal cultivation is too barren, and he doesn't even have a high-level inheritance.

Now, when the opportunity comes, we have to fight for it, even if it is full of blood.

Immediately afterwards, the attacks of the three immortal cultivators all fell towards Chen Ergou.

"Whoosh"

Jin Dingzong's desolate leader, after hesitation, counterattacked, became extremely strong, he threw out a "pole", like a mountain like a tree, heavy and heavy, from the void sky, suppressing the void.

"Buzz"

Xiao Xingyun of Huangfeng Valley, the magic weapon sacrificed is a jade flute, which makes a whining sound in the wind, which degrades people's minds, and after listening to it for a long time, the five senses will be confused, and it is impossible to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

"Ding"

The people who took advantage of the moon to see the wind threw out a jewel, which was as beautiful as the moon, but it was flowing with the luster of metal, hitting the void, there was the sound of the mountain shouting and the tsunami, and the immortal cultivator's body was hit, and it must be crushed bones.

"Boom ......"

The masters of the three sects made a move, and the immortal cultivators they brought naturally had no reason to stand by.

For a while, many spells, talismans, and magic weapons converged into a torrent, raging the heavens and the earth, shaking the foundation of a thousand mountains, and making a big tomb to bury Chen Ergou.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Chen Ergou was trapped in the monstrous spell frenzy, his body was unshakable, like an ancient bell in the wind and rain, unshakable.

He stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the small mountains, and the mana and energy on his body continued to rise upward, as if he wanted to connect the heavenly dome and cover and suppress the five directions and five elements.

Qiang.

Qiang.

Qiang.

The shadow of the sword was heavy, the blessing sword was slashed down again and again, and Chen Ergou's figure was so fast that he couldn't see it, but he only knew that he had broken dozens of spells, and in the aftermath of the wild mana, he was soaring.

Jin Ding Sect's desolate staff, he was held up by his mana in the air, and flung away fiercely, Xiao Xingyun of Huangfeng Valley, the sound of chaos on the jade flute, he turned a deaf ear, his eyes were clear, and when the Moon Dao Human Orb hit, he directly pulled back with the spine of the sword.

"This son is vicious, don't be careless."

Taking advantage of the fact that the eyelids of the Moon Dao people jumped, under the attack of the immortal cultivators of the three sects, Chen Ergou became more and more courageous, holding a magic sword in the aftermath of hundreds of mana, Ling Ran was like a god.

This kind of person is too talented, and one of them is leaked, and in the future, Chen Guo's immortal cultivation realm will be overturned and broken.

"Hufengguan, you are really ghostly."

Chen Ergou's eyes, as sharp as a sword, stared at the people of the Moon Dao, whether it was the pursuit and killing order of the three sects this time, or the fighting method on the Giant Rooster Peak, there was a figure of Hufengguan.

He killed with his sword, and his momentum was so fierce that he couldn't see the slightest appearance of being besieged.

"Array."

Taking advantage of the shouts of the Moon Dao people, the thirty-six Immortal Cultivators who called the Wind and Guan immediately stepped on the Xuanqi, and their qi and intentions were intertwined, condensing into a "Zhenshan Array" in the void.

Their mana was vented, and Chen Ergou's shoulders and body became heavy, as if he was carrying a majestic and unshakable sacred mountain.

"It's not bad, if you change to another Qi refining seventh-layer immortal cultivator, you will definitely be killed."

Chen Ergou used his mana to resist the Zhenshan Formation, and there was a creaking sound of bones being pressed in his body, his expression was also very calm, and he looked at the formation with interest.

These thirty-six Immortal Cultivators of the Wind Meditation are really carefully selected, with profound mana, the same root and the same origin, and the general trend of condensation, which is as solid as gold, without a trace of flaws.

It can be seen that Hufengguan's heart to kill him is very firm.

So......

He got a salute in return.

"Fulong Flying Sword"

Guangxiu Immortal Sect's Zhenzong Peerless Sect appeared in the barren land of Chen State, bringing about the suppression of a high rank.

A sword crosses the sky, shining in all directions.

There seemed to be a flying dragon roaring in the void, and the sword aura rushed into the sky, containing a strong and domineering will, and slashed on the Zhenshan Array.

"Bad ......"

As soon as this sword came out, the mind of the Yue Dao people was already cold, and he wanted to resist, but his hands and feet seemed to be disobedient, and he was shocked.

Poof......

The Zhenshan Array was broken, like a meteorite falling down with thunder and fire, and no matter how hard the eggshell was, it had to be broken.

Together, the thirty-six immortal cultivators who called the wind were all beheaded, and the corpses exploded, and the blood mist was as thick as smoke and rain, impregnating the mountains and rocks.

"Cut off the foundation of my strong view of the wind, the old man fought with you."

The Great Elder of Hufengguan took advantage of the Moon Dao people, first his heart was cold, and then his heart was filled with madness, he saw with his own eyes that Chen Ergou cut off the foundation of the sect with a sword.

In this battle, the elite of Hufengguan was lost, and from Chen Guoyi's cultivation of the immortal sect, it fell straight into a Taoist system of three or two big cats and small cats.

Cracking sound......

Taking advantage of the fact that the Moon Dao people were killed like evil ghosts, there was a strange sound in the body, but it was the ultimate squeezing mana, and cracks had already appeared in many meridians.

He didn't care, he just wanted to use the strongest spell to kill Chen Ergou.

"Then you let them go."

Chen Ergou killed thirty-six immortal cultivators with one sword, and at this time, his qi was like a rainbow, and his spirit was abnormally active, as if he had transcended heaven and earth and was omnipotent.

This feeling is naturally wrong, but his every move is full of majestic calmness.

Rumble!

The fighting method of the two Qi Refining Seventh-Layer Immortal Cultivators was not as evenly matched as you imagined, and Chen Ergou rolled up thousands of sword qi with a sword, wrapping the Moon Daoist who had lost his mind.

Mana mana suppressed the other party, the spell spell was stronger than the other party, and the Yue Dao people couldn't fight at all, and they were finally killed by a sword.

"He is at the end of his might, and he must not be cowardly."

The wind is hanging.

Xiao Xingyun of Huangfeng Valley was extremely shocked in his heart, but he felt that he still had a chance to win.

Chen Ergou is a magic god, but as we all know, that is, the more powerful the spell, the more mana will be consumed, and a seventh-level qi refining immortal cultivator, the mana stored in the dantian is limited.

After killing Chen Ergou who was cultivating by the Hufeng audience, there must not be much mana left at this time, and they won.

"Reasonable."

The desolate leader of the Jin Ding Sect nodded gloomily, the two sides have already formed a mortal enemy, if Chen Ergou is not attacked and killed today, he will have to open one eye when he sleeps.

"You don't understand what Immortal Sect Tianjiao is."

Chen Ergou sneered, standing on top of the mountain peak, his expression was indifferent, the Xuan Gong in his body was running, he was trying to seize the spiritual energy of the Quartet, and the speed of refining was very fast, and he quickly filled the deficit of the dantian.

Tianjiao, fighting beyond the level, the basic plate is excellent in all aspects, and it cannot be inferred by common sense.

He had never been an ordinary Qi Refining Seventh-Layer Immortal Cultivator.

"Woo woo woo ......"

Chen Sheng seemed to have seen it, the corpses were piled up, and the three immortal cultivators who chased and killed them became lonely souls and wild ghosts, and they were buried in the mouth of the beasts in the mountains.

He took out a suona and blew it ticking, and his voice was mournful, as if to send them to the funeral.