"You dare to kill my disciple of Penglai Sword Pavilion!" Seeing this, Sanwang Zhenren immediately roared angrily, and his sharp gaze fell on He Jiangxiu's body, as if there were countless flying swords, assassinating He Jiangxiu.

However, He Jiangxiu looked fearless, grabbed it with his big hand, and a cloud of green smoke gathered in his hand, and then, this cloud of green smoke turned into a divine sword that reached the sky, and it also killed the three forgotten real people.

"Fellow Daoists, please shoot together and kill this son!" Sanwang Zhenren shouted loudly, extremely angry, and bombarded out with both fists.

One after another, sword qi also burst out from the hands of the three forgotten real people.

When the voice of the three forgotten real people dispersed, dozens of lights and shadows landed one after another, besieging He Jiangxiu.

At this time, all the monks formed a solid battle array, and they all released the vitality and energy in their bodies, desperately exerting their magical powers.

"Die!" "Forget the real person to roar again, his fists stirred, and he slapped out a divine fist.

This is the magic power of Penglai Sword Pavilion, called the Stormy Wave Fist, under one punch, it is enough to turn over the river and the sea and swallow the starry sky.

Boom Boom!

Sanwang Zhenren attacked with both fists, and there were turbulent waves rushing out of his arms, murderous, and crushed He Jiangxiu with a bang.

Whoosh!

Just when Sanwang Zhenren slapped the Divine Fist and killed He Jiangxiu, behind He Jiangxiu, dozens of sounds of breaking the air were also heard, and they went straight to He Jiangxiu's heart.

He Jiangxiu could sense that in those dozens of sky-breaking sounds, there was an extremely terrifying power.

The sharp arrow qi immediately pierced He Jiangxiu's protective qi and fell on He Jiangxiu's body.

However, these monks still underestimated He Jiangxiu's physical body.

Dangdang!

A series of explosions exploded on He Jiangxiu's body, and in an instant, they disappeared and ceased to exist!

"How is that possible!" a stunned voice rang out in the void.

"Is it a real person?" He Jiangxiu turned around and shot a divine light from his forehead, sweeping across the audience.

Bang!

Suddenly, a spirit slammed into time and space, forcing a tall body out of a parallel time and space.

This tall body is the head of Diancang Mountain, the real person of Diancang.

Although Diancang Zhenren is the head of a large sect, his cultivation has only reached the realm of Lingtian, and in He Jiangxiu's eyes, he is an ant-like existence.

At the Immortal Dao Conference, He Jiangxiu also thought that Diancang Zhenren was a generation of supreme powerhouses and a figure of the year on the Shengwu Continent, but now it seems that it is not worth mentioning.

"Diancang Zhenren!" He Jiangxiu shouted, and when he saw Diancang Zhenren showing his figure, the murderous aura in his body couldn't help but rise again.

He Jiangxiu stepped forward and took a step, the dragon walked and the tiger walked, the tiger and the tiger were mighty, and the mighty divine power erupted from his body.

At this time, He Jiangxiu was like an ancient and huge volcano, erupting hot magma all the time, devouring all living beings between heaven and earth.

Sensing the powerful aura released by He Jiangxiu, Diancang Zhenren couldn't help but take dozens of steps back, and asked in horror: "How can your strength become so powerful!"

"Haha!" He Jiangxiu looked up to the sky and laughed, and did not pay attention to the inquiry of the Diancang Zhenren, but directly slashed a sword and stabbed the throat of the Diancang Zhenren.

He Jiangxiu used his mouth as a direct action to answer some of Cangzhen's questions.

Seeing this, Diancang Zhenren hurriedly stretched out a layer of energy shield, and the strength of his whole body exploded at this time.

"Die!" He Jiangxiu sighed softly, his gaze swept over the body of a little Cangzhen, and a sword qi fell.

Bang!

Hearing a crisp sound spread in the air, the energy shield that the little Cangzhen person had stretched out shattered in response to the sound, turned into powder, and dissipated with the violent wind and clouds.

However, the sword qi that He Jiangxiu inspired did not dissipate because of this, but became more ferocious, directly stabbing into the chest of Diancang Zhenren.

"Not good!" shouted the real man in hindsight, trying to fly away, but it was too late.

This white sword qi did not freeze at all, and in an instant, it pierced through the body of the Diancang Zhenren, leaving a bloody hole on the body of the Diancang Zhenren.

However, it is also fortunate that this sword qi did not pass through the head of Diancang Zhenren, otherwise, Diancang Zhenren would really be dead, and even the spirit and soul would be eradicated.

"Die!"

He Jiangxiu didn't give Diancang Zhenren any chance, and his fists swung again, and he launched a killing blow against Diancangzhen.

"Three Forgotten True Persons save me!" Seeing He Jiangxiu frantically killing towards him, Diancang Zhenren had no choice but to shout, pinning his hopes on Three Forgotten True People.

"Boy, don't be rampant!" "Sanwang Zhenren immediately stepped forward, opened his giant palm, and once again displayed a peerless supernatural power.

Suddenly, above He Jiangxiu's head, a black and oppressive cloud appeared, and between the clouds, there seemed to be an evil spirit, swallowing purple thunder and lightning.

"Pretend to be a ghost!" He Jiangxiu said disdainfully, and with a flick of his hand, a golden divine light was released.

This golden divine light is the Sanqing Xuan Lamp.

"How is it possible?" Seeing the blue-white divine light, Sanwang Zhenren's eyes widened in disbelief, shouting, and his astonishment was beyond words.

Three flames, intertwined, formed a chaotic fire, expanding continuously between the vast nine heavens.

The scorching flames engulfed the black mist at that time, and the evil spirit and purple thunder and lightning in the black mist were also destroyed.

"Poof!" Sanwang Zhenren spat out a mouthful of bloody arrows.

"Diancang Zhenren, when I was at the Immortal Dao Conference, I wanted to kill you. But at that time, I was still very weak and couldn't compete with you. But now, in my eyes, you are just a weak ant!" He Jiangxiu snorted, and his voice contained extremely powerful power, which slammed into the ears of Diancang Zhenren.

He Jiang's figure flashed, and then he fell in front of Diancang Zhenren.

"Surrender to me, I can spare your life, otherwise, the fate of the disciples of Penglai Sword Pavilion will be your fate!" He Jiangxiu shouted again, his voice was like thunder, bombarding the last line of defense of Diancang Zhenren.

Every time He Jiangxiu spit out a word, he would step forward and take a step, and when he finished saying this, He Jiangxiu stood in front of Diancang Zhenren, as long as he raised his hand and stimulated the two divine swords in his hand, he could take away the life of Diancang Zhenren.

Diancang Zhenren also knows that today's He Jiangxiu is no longer the same, even if it is ten Diancang Zhenren himself, it is impossible to be He Jiangxiu's opponent.

"I surrender!

In order to save his life, Diancang Zhenren immediately agreed to it.