Ahhh

Zong Changkong stood proudly, not arrogant, but full of infectious self-confidence, the more it showed that unique temperament.

Speaking of talent, he has never had a disgraced face.

When it comes to fighting, he is especially good at this, and he is never weaker than others.

Holding the bright red light chain, Zong Changkong flicked it, and the entire chain was pulled out of the void in one fell swoop. With a roar, the mouth bloomed with spring thunder, turning into a stormy wave that hit Xiong Chengwu.

This powerful force from the Sect Changkong flew across countless spaces through the vacuum lock and flew to the Thousand Drunken Desolate Realm.

General Xiong Chengwu rushed over the corner of the mountain, fell unsteadily on the mountain, and roared wildly, for some reason, everyone could find the fear hidden behind the roar, because the roar was mixed with trembling.

Zong Changkong's strength is coming.

Xiong Chengwu was struck by lightning, his body burst with blood, and he crashed into the belly of the mountain.

"Xiong Chengwu?" Zong Changkong chuckled, not contempt or appreciation. He took a step forward with a frank attitude, and the momentum exuded by this step could almost overwhelm the entire world.

A brilliant light that is so sharp that your eyes are about to be blinded by stabbing it that you are condensed on your fingertips. A sharp fingertip pointed at the chain of light.

Xiong Chengwu, who was in the distant Thousand Drunken Desolation Realm, showed great fear for a moment, as if he had seen something most terrifying. And Tan Weiran only sees the darkness of nothingness.

No one knew what kind of terrible pressure Xiong Chengwu was under.

Zong Changkong's finger was simply a sword qi that spanned the three thousand desolate realms, flowing wildly along the vacuum lock and bursting out.

Xiong Chengwu couldn't resist it, his body leaned back slightly, and he was uncontrollably struck out by a sword qi from Zong Changkong that was separated by countless worlds, and his heart shook violently, and a sword qi that was absolutely powerful burst out of his body.

As if disemboweling, a bright light was released from Xiong Chengwu's waist and ribs, bringing out a fierce whistling sound, and a crazy sword qi was suddenly forced out of his body by Xiong Chengwu's ability.

The sword qi soared straight into the sky, slashing the space of this Thousand Drunken Desolate Realm violently.

A half-step doom that is getting stronger and stronger is forced to such an embarrassment by Zong Changkong's light strokes.

Zong Changkong's expression was relaxed, as if he had done the most insignificant thing, and he praised frankly: "It's very good, it's really a lot better than back then." ”

Zong Changkong remembered that among the group of people who chased him back then, there was a young and confident Void Breaker. He remembered that the young Void Breaker had broken his wrist before he was about to be killed. From there, he had a certain impression of that ruthless young man.

It's a very nice young man. If he hadn't been injured back then, he should have had a chance to break through to the Doom Realm.

Zong Changkong flicked his fingers lightly and flicked his sleeves. Xiong Chengwu was in the Thousand Drunken Desolate Realm, and immediately vomited out a mouthful of blood, roared and urged, forcing a sword qi out and bombarding the earth, immediately cutting a deep valley on the earth.

"Zong Changkong, you dare!"

"Zong Changkong, if you dare to kill Xiong Chengwu, we will destroy your Xingtian Sect. ”

It's a long story, but in fact, with the cultivation of all people, it is what happened in this short period of time.

Sui Kurong and the other seven powerhouses also each withstood the most powerful first wave of impact in Zong Changkong, buffered it, gathered their own people, and were ready to take turns to suppress it at any time.

In the past eight hundred years, Zong Changkong's several restless attempts to break through the cage have made everyone fully experienced. Every time the sect chief goes crazy, someone will definitely be injured, and death may not be dead, but someone must come to replace him at any time.

The deafening roars of the seven powerhouses were directly imprinted into the divine soul from the vacuum lock. Zong Changkong tilted his head slightly, flicked his fingers, and said sonorously: "Noise!"

With a flick of his fingers, Xiong Chengwu of the Thousand Drunken Desolate Realm suddenly felt a majestic force rushing like a storm, and immediately a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Sui Kurong and the other seven people were shocked and angry, but fortunately, at this time, they each had a replacement candidate, and they were not afraid that if they were injured, no one would be able to suppress Zong Changkong, so they simply snorted coldly, and as soon as their spirits moved, they connected each other's strengths.

An invisible force burst out along the seven ends, and there was an angry roar from the seven powerhouses that pierced through the void: "Zong Changkong, even if you are a dragon, you must obediently coil it for us!"

Seven vacuum chains burst out of the void and tightened to the point where they were about to break.

Wrapped around Zong Changkong's arms and feet, as well as the waist pole, neck and head and other vital places. Like the corpses of five horses, Zong Changkong was dragged and suspended in mid-air, spurting out a mouthful of blood, but he laughed loudly: "Hahaha, this is your ability?"

"After eight hundred years of cultivation, you only have this kind of growth, not even as good as my sect Changkong!" Zong Changkong laughed loudly in a posture of hanging in the air and dividing the corpses of the five horses: "Ridiculous, pathetic!"

Zong Changkong held his head high and unyielding, grabbed the seven vacuum locks with great strength, and relied on one person to fight against the seven powerhouses, and shouted violently: "Come!"

In an instant, among all the invisible voids, the seven powerhouses and Zong Changkong had the most intense and dangerous impact battle.

Sui Kurong and the other seven people, each of them were involuntarily impacted by a strong force, and snorted blood: "Zong Changkong, don't be obsessed, if you continue like this, you will definitely have no good fruit to eat." ”

Zong Changkong also sighed, in this kind of tug-of-war with each other, the seven holes gradually bled out, looking hideous and ferocious, but he laughed wildly.

"Haha, my sect has lived for so many years, and it is because of obsession that I have today. You tell me, let me not be obsessed? Hahaha, if you really beat me, say that to me again. ”

From Sui Kurong, the seven powerhouses all lost their minds.

Zong Changkong has always had a very frank attitude, and when he talks about obsession at this time, he makes no secret of his contempt.

Obsessed? That's it. His sect Changkong's martial arts talent is nothing commendable, relying on this obsession, relying on this strength that refuses to admit defeat, and breaks out of this road bit by bit.

If he wants to do it, he must do it.

This is him, Zong Changkong!

It is the temperament he cultivated in the sect, facing the stone wall in the Yin Feng Cave, sword after sword, day after day, failure, setbacks, success and smoothness, and repeated sharpening.

For geniuses, the Immortal Martial Dao is a broad path, and if you can't move forward, you can also go back.

For Zong Changkong, the Immortal Martial Dao is a long and boundless single-plank bridge, which can only move forward and not retreat. Because he has no talent to squander, when he stops even a little, he will interrupt his path.

A strong and powerful tug-of-war confrontation, Sui Kurong and the other seven powerhouses snorted at the same time, Zong Changkong's skin was torn in countless places, all of which were terrifying bloodstains covering all the skin.

The seven powerhouses gasped for breath.

Zong Changkong was like a bloody man, but he was more like an iron man who couldn't bend or bend, and when he was concentrating, he forgot about the seven powerhouses.

Suspended in the air, he was entwined by seven vacuum locks, straightening up to form the shape of five horses divided into corpses.

But nothing can stop him, if he wants to kill someone, then, he will do it, no matter what happens, he can't stop it.

He is Zong Changkong!

Sensing Xiong Chengwu's attempt to detach the spirit, Zong Changkong smiled smiling, endlessly comfortable and wild.

In the hollow mind of the sect leader, there was an extraordinary amount of power condensed, and his eyes were as sharp as a peerless sword, and the power of the sect leader exploded in an instant, making the heavens and the earth bow their heads.

A sword!

It is a sword without a sword, just such an invisible sword, by the will of Zong Changkong. Passing through the boundless void, it seemed to be the most indestructible sword, penetrating the three thousand desolate realms and descending on the thousand drunken desolate realms.

The sword that Zong Changkong wielded, the deadliest and most brilliant sword, came.

It is difficult to describe this moving sword in words.

When this bright and moving sword was released along the way, Xiong Chengwu's face was already as pale as earth.

This half-step crossing, which was so powerful that the three of them were almost helpless, exuded a strong look of horror, and at this time they looked so helpless in this sword.

Zong Changkong!

This is a name that once made him shudder, and the shadow that had lingered in his heart over the years quietly resurfaced.

A trace of momentum, oil leaked, permeating every trace of air.

It is a very unique trace of breath, and, what is especially shocking is that the breath emanating from Xiong Chengwu is not Xiong Chengwu's breath, but clearly reveals the breath of another person.

It is the breath of the realm of doom.

Xu Cunzhen raised his head suddenly, looking up at the sky, it was the sky where Xiong Chengwu was, and his tongue was almost knotted.

Mingkong watched this scene excitedly, almost trembling with excitement.

Tan Weiran shuddered involuntarily, raised his head suddenly, and looked at Xiong Chengwu deadly. In his mind, the memory was quickly flipped, he knew what the Tao was, he knew the Tao...... His cold sweat whizzed down.

"Whew!"

Xiong Chengwu let out a beast-like howl in pain, which was deafening, turning into a wave of * sound, which can be called crazy ravaging the sky and the earth.

Everyone stared at Xiong Chengwu, not knowing what was going on, guessing what was going on, they had forgotten their breath at this moment, and their minds were blank.

The wailing, the roaring, Xiong Chengwu's pain could be heard in the various roars.

The distant Zong Changkong was bloodied and turned to the sky, and a howl shot into the sky erupted from his throat. In a flash, his eyes unexpectedly released the brilliance that changed the color of the heavens and the earth!

The sword qi that entered Xiong Chengwu's body was triggered!

A dazzling ray of light bloomed from Xiong Chengwu's chest. His heart, his mouth, and his head were all covered with dazzling sword light, and the brilliant peerless sword qi had burst out from his body.

Bang!

This sword qi soared instantly, and the brilliant light condensed and suddenly rose into the air, like a round of bright and gentle sun wheels.

This is the Great Light Sword!

This is Zong Changkong's peerless sword technique, it is the sword soul! (To be continued)

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