Zong Zhan and Zong Sheng were born in a declining ancient family, and the two have relied on each other since childhood, and their feelings are very deep. Since passing the disciple assessment six years ago, after Zong Zhan was valued by Fang Yue, the Great Elder of the Heavenly Fortune Sect, his status in the Heavenly Fortune Sect has instantly risen to the top, reaching a height that countless disciples need to look up to for a lifetime, as a disciple of the Great Elder, Zong Zhan has inexhaustible cultivation resources, he has the top treasures, and he has learned the oldest combat skills, and Zong Zhan's qualifications have not disappointed Fang Yue, his cultivation has increased day by day in the past few years, and he is proud of the younger generation.

If it weren't for the fact that the conditions for entering the Burning Sky Ruins needed to be under the Transformation God Realm, I am afraid that as early as two years ago, he would have to break through the Yunling Realm and step into the Transformation God Realm. After two years of hard cultivation, Zong Zhan forcibly suppressed his cultivation at the peak of the Yunling Realm, which was only one step away from the Transformation God Realm, so to speak, as long as Zong Sheng wanted to, he could break through to the Transformation God Realm at any time.

In the past few years of cultivation of forgetting sleep and food, Zong Zhan did not have much time to take care of Zong Sheng, but he had already explained to the Tianyue Peak Master to take care of Zong Sheng, originally Zong Zhan thought that with his own explanation, Zong Sheng's life would be nourished, but he didn't expect that before the disciple Dabi, he would end up like this.

Seeing Zong Sheng's headless corpse, Zong Zhan's grief turned into endless murder and anger, he was bound to pay the murderer with his life, but what Zong Zhan didn't expect was that it was a nine-generation disciple who killed Zong Sheng, and what Zong Zhan didn't expect was that these nine-generation disciples actually resisted his own blow and did not die, and at this time, seeing the nine-generation disciples lying on the ground with billowing demonic energy, Zong Zhan's heart was shocked.

What a terrifying atmosphere, such a terrible killing machine, such a strong might.

Is this really a ninth-generation disciple who can't cultivate in the late stage of Gathering Spirits?

Not only Zong Zhan was stunned, but even all the disciples were shocked, some disciples wiped their eyes vigorously, thinking that all this was an illusion, and even more disciples looked stunned, at this time, there were more and more disciples gathered in Fang City, reaching as many as two thousand, and the number was increasing, and there were even more masters who stood in the air, and there were not a few people whose divine consciousness shrouded this place.

At this time, a young man in a purple robe stood in the crowd, like standing out from the crowd, he looked ordinary, but his forehead was broad and full, his earlobes were fat, his demeanor was not angry and self-assured, he actually had a natural sense of majesty, this young man looked at Lu Jiang lying on the ground, there was a surprise in his tiger eyes, he said to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "He... Is this the one who made the Gate of Heavenly Fortune collapse? What is the secret of this son?"

At the same time, the coffin looked at Lu Jiang on the ground, his pupilless eyes flashed with a strange light, and his gloomy face actually showed a shock, and after a long time, he only heard the coffin mutter: "It seems that I still underestimate you." This liliang is even stronger than my dead air. No, I am the son of heaven and earth, and no one or thing in the world can be above my coffin. I must get what contains pure death in your hand. ”

On the other side, a young man in a simple brocade robe stared at Lu Jiang, this young man has a jade face and red lips, a handsome spirit, eyes like a star, a head full of black hair and a high bun, a purple hosta is inserted into the bun, the whole person seems to be integrated with heaven and earth, when the young man grabbed the Zong Zhan halberd with his hand, he frowned slightly, and said: "Even if there is no Tianyun Sect to vigorously cultivate, the future of this son is unlimited, perhaps, the decision of the Tianyun Sect is not wise." ”

When many disciples were amazed in their hearts, Lu Jiang's right hand full of demonic energy grasped the war halberd tightly, ignoring the right hand that was already bloody and fleshy, he stood up slowly, but Lu Jiang, who was full of demonic energy, kept shaking his head, as if he wanted to expel the voice from his mind.

Feeling Lu Jiang's breath swelling sharply, Zong Zhan's face was extremely gloomy, he violently pulled the halberd back, Lu Jiang's weirdness had already made him jealous, he didn't want to be in the middle of the variables, he was bound to kill Lu Jiang, but what made Zong Zhan unbelievable was that he struggled to withdraw the halberd, but the halberd seemed to have become tens of millions of pounds, so he didn't pull it back, he frowned slightly, his momentum skyrocketed again, and he shouted angrily: "The accumulation of nine battles." ”

A majestic liliang formation materialized from Zong Zhan's body, and the bronze battle halberd in his hand let out a roar of a beast, forming a liliang storm surging out, forcibly splitting Lu Jiang's hand and quickly pulling the war halberd back, in an instant, Zong Zhan jumped into the air and roared angrily: "Nine Battles of Heaven Breaking Style." ”

The right hand that was shocked by the bronze battle halberd of Zong Zhan was torn apart, and Lu Jiang, who was bleeding everywhere, didn't seem to notice it, he was immersed in the magic sound in his mind, and the whole person's momentum was erratic, but what was strange was that his injured right hand was quickly healed under this demonic qi, and when the Zong Zhan halberd fell again, Lu Jiang lowered his head and shook his head vigorously, as if he didn't notice this earth-shattering blow.

"Resist!" "Resist!" Xiyue, who was paralyzed on the side, shouted loudly, Xiyue, who was originally deeply in self-blame, was already desperate, she decided that Lu Jiang died tragically because of her today, but she didn't expect Lu Jiang to be able to hold on, at this time, seeing the powerful blow of Zongzhan, she hurriedly shouted loudly in a hurry.

But at this time, where could Lu Jiang hear Xiyue's shouting? The magic sound in his mind was bursting, which made Lu Jiang fall into a struggle, and this magic sound seemed to be a charming sound, making Lu Jiang almost unable to hold it, and the demonic intent and killing intent in Lu Jiang's heart swelled sharply.

"What a strong blow, aren't these nine generations of disciples going to resist it?"

"This blow is comparable to the initial blow of the Transformation God Realm, will these nine generations of disciples give up resisting, or...?"

......

A burst of exclamations rang out. In front of them, Zong Zhan was like an invincible god of war, the bronze halberd in his hand was radiant, and when the Zong Zhan halberd fell, a majestic liliang was like a mountain and fiercely covered and pressed down, this liliang seemed to have the power to break the sky, and wanted to blast Lu Jiang into powder.

"Boom!" At the moment when the halberd fell, the entire earth shook violently, forming a supreme shock wave that spread wildly, and the cracks on the ground spread ferociously to all sides, as if some kind of supreme beast was hidden underground.

When the dust cleared, there was silence.

I saw that Lu Jiang was still holding the supreme halberd of Zong Zhan with one hand, and all the cracks under Lu Jiang's abdomen were submerged into the ground, and the cracks on the ground spread around him, and what was even more terrifying was that the surging demonic qi emitted by Lu Jiang rolled violently, as if some powerful existence was brewing.

How can it be?

Zong Zhan stared at Lu Jiang below, his expression was solemn, his pupils condensed, at this moment, he almost had doubts about his strength, was his strength not enough, or was the ninth generation disciple in front of him too weird?

Just when Zong Zhan was thinking about it, Lu Jiang, who was rampant with demonic energy, suddenly let out a hoarse howl like a beast disc from his mouth, and the demonic qi was dispersed by this scream, revealing Lu Jiang's hideous and cracked face, at this moment, Zong Zhan was stunned.

I saw that Lu Jiang's eyes were already black, as deep as the vast void, and as if there was some kind of immortal demon hidden, and the earth-shattering killing intent, rage, and domineering spirit spread like a stormy wave.

"Kill!!!" Lu Jiang roared again and again, his hand holding the halberd was fierce, he roared, the dirt around his body suddenly exploded, Lu Jiang took a fierce step forward, his hand holding the halberd struggled to lift it back, and the bronze halberd broke free from the hand of Zong Zhan, but it was thrown out by Lu Jiang fiercely.

"Boom!" The bronze halberd covered by demonic qi in an instant seemed to have turned into an immortal soldier, breaking through the air and blasting towards Zong Zhan.

"Nine Battles Xuan Shield Body" Zong Zhan looked shocked, he roared angrily, and the momentum of his whole body turned into a bronze light curtain covering his whole body, but as soon as this bronze light curtain appeared, it shattered, and the halberd handle of the bronze battle halberd sank into Zong Zhan's chest, and Zong Zhan's body flew upside down like a cannonball, bombarding the mountains behind.

The "booming" mountains shook again and again, and countless soils and gravel splashed fiercely.

"Suck!" Countless gasps sounded at the same time, and all the disciples looked at the mountain with wide eyes, their faces full of disbelief, and a thought appeared in the hearts of countless people.

The Zong War was defeated?The second-generation disciple Zong Zhan was defeated by a ninth-generation disciple?Lost to a disciple in the late stage of the Gathering Spirit?

How can it be?

Lu Jiang, who landed on the ground, didn't seem to know that he had hit Zong Zhan hard, he stood in place and roared again and again, the endless magic sound exploded like thunder in his mind, and the demonic intent and killing intent in his heart had swelled to the extreme, almost wanting to break out of his body, and the hoarse sound of "killing, killing, killing" made every disciple tremble and creepy.

At this moment, the mountain that Zong Zhan crashed into emitted a humming and shaking, and a peerless battle intent soared into the sky, and a hoarse sound echoed between heaven and earth.

"I want to fight, who can stop it? ”