The middle-aged monk carried the Emperor and got closer and closer to Gusu Qi and Tianchen Zhenjun.

In the blink of an eye, it was already less than a foot.

Unlike the suppressed excitement in the eyes of Gu Suqi and Tianchen Zhenjun, the middle-aged monk looked very calm, his eyes were deep, and there was no trace of waves.

When he came to the front, the middle-aged monk seemed to casually throw the Emperor at the opposite side of the Tianchen True Monarch.

Tianchen Zhenjun's eyes were shining, and he hurriedly reached out to pick it up.

On the other side, Gu Suqi couldn't help laughing.

"Haha......"

Suddenly!

Gu Suqi's laughter came to an abrupt end!

In the corner of his eye, a figure he glimpsed was following closely behind Himjun Yuyu, and suddenly rushed to the front, a pair of eyes surging with fierce light, like an ancient demon who wanted to devour people!

Hiss!

Gu Suqi gasped.

This middle-aged monk actually killed Yuanying Zhenjun!

How dare he!

A monk of the Jindan Realm, how dare he do it to Yuanying Zhenjun!

"Come on!"

The middle-aged monk opened his mouth suddenly, like a spring thunder on his tongue, exuding a suffocating killing intent all over his body, and poked out a huge thick palm, covering the sky and the sun, stirring up the wind and clouds.

Gu Suqi only felt that his eyes were dark, and a large shadow was shrouded overhead, as if dark clouds were pressing down on the city!

"You're looking for death!"

Gu Suqi held the sword in his backhand and slashed in front of him!

The two were too close.

Before the sword technique could be fully deployed, Su Zimo's left hand had already grasped Gu Su Qi's wrist first!

No matter how clever the swordsmanship is, it is useless at this time.

At this distance, what you fight is the power of melee combat, the power of the body!

Gu Suqi's expression changed greatly, and a touch of panic finally flashed in his eyes.

His wrist was locked by the middle-aged monk, and he couldn't break free at all.

It was only at this time that he realized the horror of the middle-aged monk's body!

The strength of this middle-aged monk's melee combat was enough to threaten his life!

Gu Suqi is the true monarch of Yuanying.

If it is a normal fight, mobilizing mana with divine sense, it will not give the middle-aged monk a chance to get close at all.

In today's situation, being approached by a middle-aged monk is equivalent to being approached by a pure-blooded beast.

The vast majority of cultivators are physically weak, far inferior to the demon clan.

Therefore, cultivators will use spiritual arts, spells, spiritual weapons and other means to constantly distance themselves and prevent demon beasts from getting close.

But once they are close to the demon beast, the cultivator is in danger!

Tianchen Zhenjun had just caught the Emperor Yu who had been thrown over, and he couldn't help at all.

In this instant, everything can only rely on Gu Suqi himself!

The timing of the middle-aged monk's move was too subtle.

A point faster, a point slower, will not cause such a situation.

Click!

The middle-aged monk didn't give Gu Suqi any time to react at all, and directly crushed the latter's wrist!

"Ahh

Gu Suqi exhaled in pain, and cold sweat flowed out instantly.

Call!

At the same time, the middle-aged monk's big hand covering the sky descended, and a tragic aura of suppression broke out.

Gu Suqi's wrist was crushed, and his head stagnated for a moment, and when he reacted, the middle-aged monk's palm had already descended on the top of his head.

In a hurry, he could only raise his arm to block.

Click!

It was just a brief collision, and Gu Suqi's arm, under the palm of the middle-aged monk, was instantly crushed!

The castration of the palm of the hand did not stop, and it slapped heavily on Gu Suqi's heavenly spirit cover!

Bang!

Brain burst!

Gu Suqi stared at his eyes, and cracks appeared on his face.

His head was almost smashed by a middle-aged monk!

The original god was directly shattered, and those who were already dead could no longer die!

Yuan Ying Zhenjun has fallen!

Gu Su Qi, who was in the center of the battlefield, couldn't react, and the rest of the people were even more stunned on the spot.

Whether it was Ji Yaoxue's side or Ji Junyu's side, no one expected that the situation on the battlefield would suddenly change, and in less than a breath, there would be a fall of Yuanying Zhenjun!

And what's even more terrifying is that the killing still hasn't stopped!

"Demon monk, dare!"

Tianchen Zhenjun had just put down the Emperor of the Emperor, and when he saw this scene, his heart was shaken, and he couldn't help but be furious!

"Why wouldn't I dare!"

After the middle-aged monk killed Gu Suqi, his movements did not pause at all, and with a big stride, he had already rushed to the front of Tianchen Zhenjun and shouted: "You are the one who killed!"

Hearing this, Ming Ze Zhenjun was shocked.

It's you who kills, these five words mean that from the very beginning, the middle-aged monk killed these two Yuanying Zhenjun!

This monk is not trying to use it as a bargaining chip to negotiate.

He captured the monarch alive just for this moment!

From beginning to end, he didn't intend to let go of these two Yuanying True Monarchs!

This person is really bold!

on the battlefield.

The long sword in Tianchen Zhenjun's hand turned, and the blade of the sword aimed at the heart of the middle-aged monk, poked it fiercely, and said coldly: "I don't know whether to live or die!"

The sword light is fierce and sharp, enough to kill everything!

This is the magic weapon of Yuanying Zhenjun.

Although the body of the middle-aged monk is strong, and a single finger can break the high-grade spiritual weapon, it can't bear the edge of the magic weapon.

Facing the edge of the sword cultivation, he could only retreat.

However, as long as he retreats and the distance between the two sides is widened, he will never have a chance to fight Yuanying Zhenjun again.

"Buzz!"

A hint of determination flashed in the middle-aged monk's eyes, and he spat out Sanskrit.

The Void trembled.

Tianchen Zhenjun's long sword paused for a moment.

But the slightest pause, imperceptible, had little effect.

The middle-aged monk's speed did not decrease, but he turned sideways slightly, and continued to slaughter towards Tianchen Zhenjun.

Poof!

This sword, which was originally stabbed to his heart, was deflected a little, but it still stabbed into the chest of the middle-aged monk!

Bloodlight emerges.

The middle-aged monk was unaware, his eyes were full of fierce light, and he let the long sword penetrate his body, and continued to rush forward!

Ming Ze Zhenjun and everyone clearly saw that a bloody sword body appeared in the vest of the middle-aged monk.

This sword, although it failed to pierce the heart of the middle-aged monk.

But the distance between the blade and the heart is not too close!

As long as Tianchen Zhenjun's wrist turned, the sword blade was enough to crush the heart of the middle-aged monk!

At this moment, the middle-aged monk entered through his body with a long sword, came to the front of Tianchen Zhenjun, and directly waved his arm!

This arm, which looks soft and collapsed, but is like the proboscis of an ancient god, snapped, and made a crisp sound in mid-air, wrapping the head of Tianchen Zhenjun and shaking it fiercely!

Click!

Tianchen Zhenjun's head rotated around his neck several times before he slowly stopped, his eyes bulging, and he had already cut off his breath.

The winner is decided.

Life and death are divided.

Under such power, Tianchen Zhenjun's neck bone had already shattered.

In his head, he has been shaken into a paste by this blow, and the primordial spirit has been extinguished.

Before he died, his palms were tightly gripping the hilt of his sword.

But after all, it was a little slower, and it failed to crush the heart of the middle-aged monk.

This is the Melee Front!

As long as you take a step slower, even if it is just the slightest bit, one is life and the other is death!

Life and death, in this instant!

Ming Ze Zhenjun couldn't believe how the middle-aged monk in the battlefield would feel.

It's just an outsider, he is already nervous and in a cold sweat!

It's really a fight for life!

As long as Tianchen Zhenjun made a quick move, it was this middle-aged monk who was lying on the ground at this time.

But after thinking about it, it seems that only with such a choice and such a decision can it be possible to kill the true monarch of Tianchen!

"What a terrible monk, who is he?"

Ming Ze Zhenjun looked at the back of the middle-aged monk, and felt more fear than shock!

(End of chapter)