There was a storm in the hall.

The first to do it were the two Returning Treasure Realm cultivators, after all, they were only dealing with one Cave Xuan Realm, and the three Earth Immortals were just to ensure that nothing went wrong. If you really do it, it is completely enough for the two Guizang to join forces.

The strong man like an iron tower had already picked up the big lance and slashed it towards Zhuo Yuming. A strong wind pressure struck, and the spiritual power surged.

The Qingjian Daoist who had already pinched the seal in his sleeve was even closer, and his right hand reached out of his sleeve and pressed it towards Zhuo Yuming's shoulder. This seal method is his unique technique, once pressed on him, it can instantly block the acupoints around the body, block the meridians, and completely imprison the person's body.

Han Qingzhu and the monk didn't move, and the spiritual power of the handsome-looking middle-aged man fluctuated, and there was a faint light shining on his fingertips. Obviously, he is a cautious person, and he is unwilling to give Zhuo Yuming the slightest chance, once the two of them miss, he will send a thunderous blow.

Zhuo Yuming completely ignored the big lance that fell on his head and the palm that probed beside him, and after the seal in his body was unsealed, a sword aura soared into the sky.

That sword aura was unparalleled and shocking.

The moment the sword qi rose, the inverted bowl-shaped golden light prohibition instantly distorted, and then shattered. Even the blue curtain of water outside the hall was violently turbulent under the aftermath of the sword qi, as if the originally calm lake surface was boiling in an instant, turning over the river and the sea.

The seat furnishings in the hall were instantly torn apart, and the walls were also cracked, and Shi Yijian and Qingjian, who bore the brunt of the attack, were swept away by the sword qi that rose to the sky, and immediately flesh and blood flew sideways, and the shape was broken. The two monks who returned to the Tibetan realm were only in an instant, and their souls were wiped out, and they were not able to complete their corpses.

Han Qingzhu and the three of them were like great enemies as early as the moment their sword qi burst out.

With their vision, how could they not see that the edge of this sword qi was completely far beyond that of ordinary immortal realm sword cultivators, and this kind of power was only available to heavenly realm sword cultivators.

As for who could seal such a sword qi in this young man's body, the truth was naturally revealed.

How could there be any stupid person who could cultivate to the realm of earth immortals, after sensing the power of that sword qi, the three of them immediately tried their best to defend with all their might.

At this time, it was pointless to kill Zhuo Yuming with sword qi, and with the eyesight of the three of them, they could naturally see that the sword qi was only planted in his body by the Sword Saint, and as long as it was triggered, it would trigger it by itself. Even if they killed Zhuo Yuming with the power of thunder, that sword qi would still not stop.

Whether it is the top priority or to save his life under the sword qi left by the first person in the Void Spirit Realm. Moreover, Zhuo Yuming was in the center of the sword qi storm, and if he wanted to kill him, he had to be able to break through the sword qi barrier first.

The monk sat cross-legged in the air, and the red robe stretched out, like an iron wall in front of him, was obviously a top-level heavenly magic weapon. A body of Buddhism is urged, the Buddha is bright, and the treasure is solemn.

The middle-aged man turned out to be a sword cultivator who was also a sword cultivator, and this sword cultivator from the Earth Immortal Realm was actually the most prominent person in combat power among the three. A clumsy ancient flying sword appeared in the air, and wisps of sword qi emanated out, directly colliding with the sword qi left by the sword saint.

As for Han Qingzhu, he directly sacrificed an inkstone, and looking at the momentum, it was probably a treasure. He himself also performed the spell of pressing the bottom of the box, and a law body quickly condensed, wearing armor like a god, shining with spiritual light, and shaking the chaotic sword light.

The reason why Zhuo Yuming dared to come to this Cuiwei Mountain with Qingjian was naturally the sword qi that the former Sword Saint Ling Ruoxu planted in his own qi. At that time, the Sword Saint personally said that even if the mountain lord of the immortal realm of Yoika Mountain personally took action, it would be a fate with no return.

Regarding Ling Ruoxu's words, Zhuo Yuming was naturally convinced. With this peak of the Sword Dao of the Void Spirit Realm attaching a talisman to himself, of course he has the confidence to dare to take the initiative to step into this Longtan Tiger's Den.

As he had thought before, this Hongmen banquet came too late.

It has been more than ten years since the battle between the two clans in Demon Town, and it stands to reason that those who are jealous of the human emperor's inheritance should have taken action a long time ago. Why is it that it has not been until now that Han Qingzhu and his gang have moved.

But it's best to come, otherwise there will always be such a worry in my heart, and it is not a good thing to prevent thieves for a thousand days.

Killing chickens and monkeys has been a good means since ancient times.

Perhaps because they were both sword cultivators and the sword qi was pulling each other, the middle-aged sword cultivator was taken care of by the sword light. The middle-aged man, who was originally considered to be the highest among the land immortals, collapsed like a chicken and a dog under the impact of the sword qi torrent of the Sword Saint. After just a few breaths, the natal flying sword shattered inch by inch, and the middle-aged man was added by the sword qi, and thousands of sword lights pierced through his body, and he ended up with a god on the spot.

The monk in the robe and the protector also could not escape the fall, and the magic power of Buddhism was riddled with holes under the sword light, and he hated it on the spot.

Only Han Qingzhu, a high-level elder of the Heavenly Apocalypse Immortal Sect, did have some life-saving means, desperately shattering a precious and abnormal treasure, barely blocking most of the sword light. After the collapse of the magic image, Han Qingzhu was also covered in blood, as if he had been fished up from the blood pool, which was miserable.

Han Qingzhu, who had fought all the means, finally survived his life under the fierce sword qi, although his limbs and hundreds of bones were blown to pieces by the sword qi, and his cultivation was almost eight or nine out of ten.

Looking at Han Qingzhu, who fell to the ground and was angry, Zhuo Yuming did not make up for his life.

After the raging sword qi dissipated, the only two people alive in the hall lay down and stood there, one with a sad look and the other with a flat expression.

"Senior Han, it's true that wealth is moving, but you haven't seen enough of the thousands of years of cultivation on the matter of dying for money?"

Zhuo Yuming spoke lightly, his tone was not gloating, but still calm.

Han Qingzhu, who fell to the ground and still vomited blood, had a sad face and complicated eyes.

It is impossible to say that he does not regret it, the real power elder of the original first-class sect, the great monk of the land god immortal realm, that is the envy of thousands of people on the cultivation path. Now that he has ended up in such a miserable situation, it is not even possible to say whether his life can be saved. If he is given another chance to choose, how can he try to inherit the emperor of Laoshzi to take his own life. But the most ruthless thing in the world is that there is never a way back, and there are never a few people who are consumed by the desire for profit and end up in a dead end.

"I never thought that you would have such a hole card as the sword qi left by the Sword Saint, your luck is not good, and Han is not a person who can't afford to lose. If you want to kill or chop, Zhuo Daoyou please poop. ”

Now Han Qingzhu, who is a knife and I am a fish, is also a bachelor, and he didn't say anything to beg for mercy, but closed his eyes in resignation.

Zhuo Yuming slowly raised his right hand, and the cyan light condensed.

"Then please go with peace of mind Senior Han. ”

didn't say anything sarcastic, and didn't do anything humiliating, Zhuo Yuming raised his hand.

The blue light flashed, and the big head rolled off.

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