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Sword Soul Terrifying Sword Soul.

How can there be such terrible people, how can there be people who are about to be unable to suppress even the eight powerhouses.

Lu Chuan struggled to resist the peerless sword soul that burst out along the vacuum lock, he didn't know much about the boundless vacuum lock, and he didn't know much about Zong Changkong.

Suppressing Zong Changkong, for Lu Chuan, is a next task from the hands of his predecessors, or a mission, inheriting the hatred of the sect towards Zong Changkong.

If Lu Chuan knew a little more, he would understand that the action of chasing and killing Zong Changkong back then left an absolutely nightmare memory for many people, and it became a major turning point for many people. At least, if Xiong Chengwu hadn't gone, maybe he would have crossed the realm of doom.

If Lu Chuan knew more about the Dao, he would not be stunned by Zong Changkong's strength. Because at this time, Zong Changkong was in a state of being suppressed, and the strength he exerted was not complete at all.

All of the above, Lu Chuan doesn't care at all at this moment.

Nothing is more important than being alive, nothing is more important to him than taking a breath. Under the pressure of the sword soul from the void, Lu Chuan felt that his breathing was about to stop.

Lu Chuan's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were soaked with blood! If he had to think about anything at this time, the only thing he had to consider was whether he could survive until he could catch his breath.

The strength of the six powerhouses such as Sui Kurong was connected in series at the fastest speed, forming an invulnerable defensive wall.

When Lu Chuan heard Zong Changkong's confident light, "You're dead." ”

His heart was beating out of his throat.

Zong Changkong stepped forward coldly, and his arms, which were wrapped around the chains of seven rays, moved slowly and resolutely, merging together. The palms are put together, and there is a scorching sun in the palms, shining brightly, making people dare not look directly.

The palms were put together, and the scorching sun that the sword soul turned into did not enter one of the chains of light.

His arms were wrapped around the seven chains of light to form a wrestling force with force, and Zong Changkong spread his arms and embraced the world: "You, how can you stop me." ”

"Give it to me, open!"

Zong Changkong's breath exploded infinitely in an instant, as if the entire heaven and earth were shaken.

The Shining Sun Wheel rushed through the vacuum lock, rushed through several worlds, rushed through the endless void, and raged with the most brilliant and unstoppable attitude.

The sun wheel slammed up, and the defensive wall built by the seven powerhouses collided together, sending out the most violent shock.

From Sui Kurong to Lin Shenhe, and then to Lu Chuan, they all leaned back. Among them, Lu Chuan, who was the weakest in cultivation, even raised his head and spewed out a mouthful of blood, almost falling out of a coma as soon as it was dark in front of him.

Zong Changkong was like a god of war, majestic, but he didn't move at all, and shouted violently: "Rush!"

The sword soul of Zong Changkong, the defensive wall jointly built by the seven powerhouses.

It's a combination of seven people. Is the shield stronger?

Is it Zong Changkong's one to seven, is the spear sharper?

Again and again, Sui Kurong and the other seven powerhouses snorted again and again, and felt black in front of them again and again when they impacted, and their dizzy spirits were shocked.

Suppressing Zong Changkong has always been a chore, and the most painful part for everyone is that Zong Changkong is too powerful, even if he is suppressed, he still has strong strength.

Today, it has become a desire to stop. Whether Zong Changkong was suppressed, or Zong Changkong suppressed them, sometimes, even Sui Kurong would be in a trance and have a similar illusion.

"Resist, must resist. Sui Kurong didn't know when he stood up, closed his eyes, and concentrated on exerting force.

The game of suppressing the Zong Changkong has become unstoppable for the Star Dou Sect of the Mingxin Sect. This is a hard-fought tug-of-war, if Zong Changkong breaks through the cage, then no one knows what the result will be.

The impact that made the seven powerhouses exhausted again and again, Zong Changkong was really like a steel body, no matter how he would not get tired, no matter how he would not stop, a wave of * impact, so that the protective wall composed of the strength of the seven powerhouses was gradually bombarded out of the cracks.

One crack, two ......

The crack grows bigger and bigger, and then ...... Zong Changkong's voice seemed to explode in the hearts of the seven powerhouses: "Break!"

Boom! The entire wall of force and strength, which was once invulnerable, has been cracked into seven different power forces, and it has been completely bombarded by the peerless power of Zong Changkong, and it can no longer be bridged.

That's an unbeatable power!

It's like a mountain, oppressed on the heart, completely suffocating.

In the Star Dou Sect's Lin Shenhe, his body leaned back, and the whole person suddenly felt as if he had been hit hard in front of him, and the seven holes were bleeding and unconscious, and he flew out of the hall upside down. Crashed into two mountains in a row before being rescued by the same door.

The statue of Sui Kurong of the Ming Heart Sect was smashed off the bridge of his nose with a punch in front of him, his body leaned back, and his nosebleed spilled wildly. As powerful as Sui Kurong, he was shocked by this crushing blow, and he vomited blood when he opened his mouth.

Sui Kurong was powerful, relying on the cultivation of the Doom Realm, barely resisting Zong Changkong without being severely injured and unconscious. However, his fellow contemporaries, the other suppressors, could not resist the blow and severely injured the coma.

This has happened many times over the past 800 years. The Mingxin Sect is the main force in suppressing the Sect Changkong, of course, there are proper arrangements, and at the first moment of being unconscious, someone will connect the divine soul to the vacuum lock and replace it.

There have been a few times when Zong Changkong soared, and when he couldn't resist it, it was by relying on the numerical advantage of this wheel battle that Zong Changkong was silenced again.

With a blow from Zong Changkong's overwhelming victory, four of the seven powerhouses were severely injured and could not continue, and the other respective sects quickly took turns to take over.

Zong Changkong's sword can be called a country and a city. Carefully sensing those vacant seats in an instant, they were quickly filled, and his expression was like iron, and he said an iron-like fact: "If there are only eight of you, and there is no more *** flow to replace...... With the eight of you, you can't stop me at all. ”

He stood, not too burly, but he had a heroic spirit.

He is standing, not lonely, but naturally exudes the temperament of standing up to the sky.

He was Zong Changkong, and he recounted his pride plainly: "You eight, how can you be my opponent." ”

While Sui Kurong vomited blood, his eyes were already frozen with fear and despair: "Lu Chuan...... Finished. ”

Lu Chuan hung his head in a daze, looked at his hands, a trace of light shone from under his skin, and the whole person seemed to shine, like a round of scorching sun.

The fierce and straightforward light burst out from his body, and Lu Chuan's skin and muscles instantly weathered, and in that dazzling light, like a statue that had weathered for many years, it was blown into the sky with the wind.

A round of scorching sun rose into the air from the position where Lu Chuan was sitting, and when Lu Chuan, who was the medium of force transmission, died, all the force and energy from the void lost the medium and was locked in a vacuum lock, and he couldn't get out.

That round of scorching sun naturally disappeared when it was at its most red.

At this moment, any words to describe everyone's mood and expression are absolutely pale.

Tan Weiran involuntarily exhaled heavily, only to realize that he had been holding his breath, observing the sword soul with all his attention, and almost forgot to hold his breath.

Is it the Great Light and Freedom Sword again?

This time, who will it be against? Before, it was a shot at Xiong Chengwu, but now?

Tan Weiran raised his head, doubts flowed through the bottom of his heart, and his heart moved: "Could it be because of ...... There is another person in the Luoxia Sect who participated in the suppression of the Sect Changkong?"

He didn't know that Lu Dao suppressed the eight people and eight ends of Zong Changkong, but he knew that Lu Dao could have multiple ends and multiple ends, and there was only one position at each end.

If there are two people in the Luoxia Sect who participated in the suppression, then there must be two ends. In addition to Xiong Chengwu, the destroyed end, there is also an end in the ...... Tan Weiran muttered to himself: "Lu Chuan!"

Really, it's okay to talk about it, Xu Cun is really clear, I never expected that there were two people in a Luoxia Sect who participated in the suppression. It must be known that in the entire Luoxia Sect, even if you count the unknown Xiong Chengwu, there is only one half-step crossing, and five breaking the void.

At first glance, putting one-third of the force into it doesn't seem like a big deal.

However, a strong person of a sect will never do whatever he wants like a loose cultivator. There must be people who have been practicing outside all the year round, there must be people who specialize in the affairs of the sect, and there must be people who focus on cultivation.

One-third of the force invested by the Luoxia Sect is the part that is flexible and mobile. The Luoxia Sect did not hesitate to invest in the basic amount of its own mobility, purely from the hatred of the sect Changkong.

This kind of thing, don't talk about it, no one can expect it.

The Luoxia Sect is no longer the sect that had the Doom Realm back then, the sect that can be on an equal footing with the Mingxin Sect Star Dou Sect. The two places will only greatly restrain the mobility of the Luoxia Sect.

However, there is no point in saying anything now.

Luoxia Sect Leader Ye Ziqian and the others looked sluggish, and they didn't care about talking about Weiran and the others, and rushed towards the broken shield like crazy.

Lu Chuan had already been turned into ashes under the sword of Zong Changkong, how could he find someone.

First Xiong Chengwu, a half-step crossing, and then Lu Chuan, a broken realm.

Overnight, the Luoxia Sect fell two great ancestors in a row, how many are left now, and what is left? From the sect leader Ye Ziqian to Liu Jue, all of them were at a loss, only to feel that the road ahead was vast, and it was all pitch black.

Ye Ziqian was so angry that a mouthful of blood poured up in his throat and vomited out of his heart. This night, how much Luoxia Sect lost, I'm afraid even he can't figure it out.

There was a futon on the ground that should have been Lu Chuan sitting on, smooth as jade, and at a glance, he knew that the road was extraordinary, and Liu Jue bent down to take this thing.

Boundless Vacuum Lock? Ye Ziqian's heart was shocked, and he had already recognized it.

The secrecy of the suppression of Zong Changkong's matter, needless to say, no one will open their mouths and shout everywhere. As the sect master, he is probably the only one in the Luoxia Sect Divine Illumination Realm who knows.

The futon was placed in the palm of his hand, and when Liu Jue opened his mouth to say something, he suddenly turned around and palmed it into the air, and was suddenly hit by a sword qi as fast as lightning.

Rao has a golden body to protect his body, and Liu Jue also involuntarily flew out of the lun, and the futon flew out of the lun.

Ye Ziqian's eyes widened, and his body was like lightning and he was about to hold it.

Suddenly, a slender hand was in front of him, holding the futon steadily, and it would never let go.

A smiling teenager grabbed the futon and shook it leisurely: "What, you want? If you want, you can say ......."

(To be continued)

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