When the seventh punch was thrown, there was a burst of explosion on the body of the big host.

Everyone hurriedly looked.

I saw a three-inch-deep fist mark appear on the chest of the big host, and countless cracks spread wildly with this fist mark. In the continuous explosion sound, the crystal clear, glass-like Shura blood body could no longer support it, and it shattered violently.

At the same time, blood light and black light continued to spread out from the body of the big host. The robes, Buddhist beads, and countless magic weapons on his body all exploded because they couldn't bear this terrifying fist print.

And the host himself, his face is like tin foil, vomiting blood and flying upside down.

"Hiss!"

Everyone gasped and couldn't help but feel numb in their scalps.

This Shura blood body, but it is a body refining technique that is more powerful than the Yang Demon Qiankun body, after refining, it is almost not bad, as long as the qi and blood continue, you can be proud of everything.

It is with this exercise that Shura Temple occupies a place in the Demon Gate. But now this great host was actually abolished by Chu Jingtian for seven punches?

This scene made everyone's faces solemn to the extreme.

They only knew that Chu Jingtian was powerful, but they didn't know that Chu Jingtian was actually so powerful. It's like a god or a demon, and it's simply ignoring everything. Especially the sect masters and heads of the eight sects and thirteen sects, their faces turned pale with fright.

Chu Jingtian's seven fists abolished the big host, and it only took one punch to deal with them.

Many people have begun to regret it secretly.

Wealth is moving, but you also have to have a life to spend it.

"Let's shoot!"

Li Feiying took a breath, waved his big sleeves, and his thin five fingers suddenly grabbed it, and an eagle claw appeared in the air, and in an instant, it caught Chu Jingtian like a white rabbit.

The remaining twelve people in Taihang Mountain, the chief host of Shura Temple, the eight-school thirteen sects, and some loose cultivators, also sacrificed their magic weapons at this moment, or released their most powerful martial arts and exercises.

In an instant, dozens of forces poured down like a heavenly river upside down.

In the face of such an attack, even Chu Jingtian couldn't help but look solemn. After all, he only has the peak of the Triple Seven Realms, and there are two people here who are comparable to his cultivation, and the rest are all in the middle of the Seven Realms.

"Haha, he's scared!"

Seeing the flickering look in Chu Jingtian's eyes, the big host immediately shouted excitedly.

Everyone was also as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood.

Boom! Boom!

The terrifying bombardment sounded one after another, and the entire plain was shattered at this moment. Even the surrounding peaks were beaten into the abyss.

These people shot together, it was simply overwhelming, and they didn't give Chu a chance to fight back at all.

"Hide, see how long you can hide?"

"Let's work hard, this kid can't hold on for too long!"

Seeing that under his own attack, Chu fled in embarrassment, and everyone couldn't help but shout.

Chu Jingtian is really powerful.

Even with one enemy, it terrified them. If it was one-on-one, none of them would be Chu Jingtian's opponent, and they could only use this shameless means to deal with Chu Jingtian.

There are even people looking for Chu Jingtian's weakness, once he reveals his flaws, then more deadly attacks will pour down unceremoniously.

"It's so fast!"

Li Feiying's eyes were like hooks, and he nailed Chu Jingtian's body deadly.

Those who were slightly weaker than the Eight Sects and Thirteen Sects couldn't keep up with Chu Shocking at all. Li Feiying was not only able to keep up, but even predicted Chu Jingtian's next foothold.

"This kid has no intention of running away, does he still plan to stay here and fight with us?"

Li Feiying sneered in his heart.

He could naturally see that Chu Jingtian had no intention of escaping at all, but was looking for their weakness.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, another overwhelming attack fell fiercely.

Rise!

Chu Jingtian's eyes moved, and his body quickly leaped away.

A violent voice came violently, and a terrifying ball of fire suddenly erupted from Chu Jingtian's previous position.

Majestic waves of air and flames poured out into the sky like volcanoes, engulfing the surrounding ground in an instant. When the flames cleared, all that was left of the area was a terrifying pit.

In the dust, a figure suddenly swept out.

"Haha, this is the time!"

The eyes of the big host were full of blood.

Under the shocked gaze of everyone, he slowly took out an object. It was actually a demonic pestle, but it was a little different from the orthodox pestle, it was actually made of skull and vertebrae.

"This is the Shura Demon Pestle?"

Even Li Feiying couldn't help but close his eyes.

As soon as this demon-descending pestle was taken out, the temperature around it suddenly dropped, as if everything was frozen at this moment.

"Na!"

The chief host pinched out a seal and shouted the magic horn in his mouth.

Suddenly, the Demon Suppression Pestle was already like lightning that pierced the sky, with a piercing sound of breaking the air, and quickly shot towards Chu Shocking the sky.

Seeing the power of this demon-descending pestle, everyone's eyes couldn't help but show excitement. Especially the big host, as long as he gets Chu Jingtian's blood, he can raise the Shura blood body again.

'This is the hall master of the Great Dao Immortal Sect's entrance hall!'

'The youngest legend in the history of the righteous path!'

But today, at last, he is going to die at our hands!'

Everyone couldn't help but shout, as if victory was just around the corner.

However, Chu Jingtian, who leaped up in the dust, suddenly had a flash of light in his eyes in the face of this strange demon pestle.

"Zha!"

A soft shout resounded through the void.

Under this sound wave, it was the strange restrictions brought by the demon pestle that were torn apart.

In the incredible gaze of everyone, a silver light jumped out of Chu Jingtian's mouth and directly met the demon pestle.

This silver light is the Ling Xiao Sword.

Rumble!

The Lingxiao Sword and the Demon Suppression Pestle were handed over, and in an instant, endless spiritual light bloomed between heaven and earth.

This endless aura made the heavens and the earth stop, and the sound had completely disappeared.

In the heavens and on the earth, there is only that power, the power of the strange sword.

It seems that hundreds of years have passed, and it seems to be a moment.

When the Ling Xiao Sword and the Demon Cultivator Demon Pestle collided, they directly shattered the Shura Demon Pestle, turning into countless powders and completely disappearing into the void. And Ling Xiaojian is unabated momentum, blasting towards the big host.

"No!"

The Grand Presiding let out a cry of rage.

However, it was a sword that responded to him.

The long hair behind Chu Jingtian suddenly churned, and his eyes burst out with a breathtaking look.

Raise your sword, swing it!

This sword, as if it was a heavenly thunder beyond the nine clouds, fell with the power to kill everything.

(End of chapter)