The autumn sun is shining and the breeze is blowing.

Faintly, people feel a strong sense of slaughter.

The calm air, as if it had encountered some unexpected change, enveloped Zhao Xiang and began to spin wildly.

In just two breaths, Zhao Xiang was wrapped in the center of the hurricane.

Within a radius of hundreds of zhang, almost all the dead branches and leaves were separated from the trees at once.

They spun in the air or rolled up directly from the ground, strangely turning into flying swords, sharp blades, spears and arrows.

Not only that, but he also targeted Zhao Xiang with ulterior motives, and launched a three-dimensional attack from up, down, left, right, and from all angles.

That kind of wild and domineering ferocity became more and more violent, as if it wanted to tear Zhao Xiang apart, chop up, and annihilate in the next moment.

"Oh my God, this is a military skill of all plants and trees, and it has been completed. Uncle Huan's surprised voice sounded in Zhao Xiang's heart.

"Master, you have to be careful. Uncle Huan immediately instructed uneasily.

Zhao Xiang, who was surrounded by many people, hated the person who used this magical power.

The killing without meeting is evident in his ruthlessness.

With a cold snort, Zhao Xiang quickly adjusted the frequency of the Divine Consciousness Wave to 608,000 times.

Of course, the wave of divine consciousness naturally fused with the ability of soul dementoring, soul suppression, and soul refining that had greatly increased in soul swelling.

The colorless and formless waves of divine consciousness, centered on Zhao Xiang, shot out in a ring of layers and mighty waves.

Like a round of rising sun, Fang appeared in the sea of fog, and went straight to all directions to burst out thousands of golden rays.

And the almost condensed fog is like a rabble.

It simply can't withstand a simple and ordinary blow from a warrior.

The ferocious offensive that had just formed a hurricane collapsed.

The fierce killing machine of arrows and swords dancing wildly collapsed in an instant, turned into flying ashes, and dissipated without a trace.

The sound of "huh" suddenly appeared, and the figure with a purple scarf on his face and only his eyes suddenly appeared in front of Zhao Xiang without any warning.

The one who appeared next was in a blue shirt, with light black hair and a length of more than eight feet, standing in the autumn sun like a jade mountain, mighty and graceful, exuding a kind of ancient cold that made people tremble.

Zuihou's white shirt fluttering, wearing a square scarf, full forehead, eyes on the masked purple scarf, the whole body is thin, and the length is comparable to Zhao Xiang, this person stands in front of Zhao Xiang, like a sheathed sword, flying out to attack at any time.

It was Zimo-kun.

"Zhao Xiang, don't fight uselessly," Zimo Jun's whole body emitted overwhelming coercion, and said in a deep voice, "You will die today, giving up resistance is the best strategy for you, I can let you die without pain." ”

With a sneer, Zhao Xiang sarcastically said rather disdainfully: "Are you cultivating plants and trees and destroying your brains? Zimojun, do you know what you're talking about? Hehe, you can't even keep Yunkong, Hui Chan, and Hui Lu who are supported by one hand, and you still want my Zhao Xiang's life? Joke! What a big joke! Are you so forgetful, don't you even remember being taught a lesson by the black girl who was the heir of the Ethereal Peak five years ago?"

"Whether it burns out your brain or not, you'll know right away. Zimo Jun's whole body was filled with a kind of violence, and his voice was extremely powerful, "I actually know that the plants and trees are all powerful, I didn't expect this." Even so, it doesn't change the fact that you are unheard. Hmph, what about those people in the clouds? Can you know anything more? They are just some inconsequential ants, in my eyes, they are not worth mentioning at all. And the black girl, I forgot to tell you, I was controlled by him at that time, it was just a last resort, it's not that I, Zimojun, can't defeat her!

At the moment when Purple Ink Jun let go of his breath and was about to strike a blow.

Zhao Xiang sneered again, and there seemed to be a hint of regret in his voice—"Do you think that by wearing a purple scarf this time, you can cover your true face, Wang Tian?"

Zhao Xiang had a vague feeling, this Purple Ink Monarch seemed to be the Wang Tian of the Wuyue Sect who had cared for him.

Five years ago, in the battle of Zuihou in the back mountain of the Wuyue Sect, the ancestor Chi Xiazi made a move to seal his cultivation, according to the patriarch, this Wang Tian is a registered disciple of the Yunxian Pavilion, and was secretly ordered by the master of the Yunxian Pavilion to lurk in the Wuyue Sect.

The exact purpose is not clear.

When Zi Mojun heard Zhao Xiang's words, his face moved imperceptibly.

Zhao Xiang couldn't find any more valuable information from his subtle changes.

Naturally, he couldn't judge the probability that his conjecture about Zimo-jun's true identity would be correct based on this.

"Who is Wang Tian, your enemy, your friend?" Zimo Jun did not stop the gesture of attack, his voice was cold and cold piercing into the bone marrow, "Don't have any thoughts of running for your life, let alone expect me to show mercy, die, boy!"

Before the words fell, one hundred and eight fists filled the sky like a raging storm into a fist shadow, splitting the head and covering the face into a fist shadow space, the radius was actually twenty or thirty zhang large, this fist shadow became a law realm of its own, completely controlled by Zimo Jun.

Zhao Xiang was imprisoned in this fist shadow space.

If that's all there is to it, Zimo Jun's supernatural powers are obviously far greater than that.

At the moment when the fist shadow law realm was formed, Zimo Jun's eyes flashed with a cold light, and his mouth screamed.

Dozens of miles of heaven and earth aura gathered from all sides as fast as lightning and as fierce as thunder, and they all rushed to the fist shadow law realm to condense away.

As he approached, Zimojun opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of essence blood.

As a result, these heaven and earth auras strangely turned into thousands of sharp swords of different shapes and sizes.

They all flashed with a soul-shattering red glow, and they stabbed into the fist shadow realm with a fierce spirit.

The fist shadow law realm suddenly changed from translucent ru white to blood red, which was strange and dazzling.

Zhao Xiang, who was in the fist shadow law realm, was shocked in his heart at this moment.

He found that Zimo Jun was actually a fifth-level Xuan Immortal, two levels higher than him.

However, he was not very worried, this kind of fist shadow was actually transformed by the divine power of the fortune to gather the aura of heaven and earth.

Only those blood-colored swords that shot at him from all directions were very terrifying, and let him estimate a few points.

They contain the essence blood of the Purple Ink Monarch, and when they are connected to their bloodline, they have some of the magical powers of the essence blood master.

It was as if they were the Purple Ink Monarch's natal magic weapons, and each of them burst out with the ability to devour the heavens and the earth.

These swords transformed by spiritual energy are very good at stabbing obliquely, sweeping, slashing vertically, and stabbing straight, and they also know how to dodge, joint defense, and combined attacks.

It's a bit overwhelming, and it's unavoidable.

Ordinary first- and second-grade Xuan Immortals, if they don't want a round, their flesh primordial gods will be cut into pieces by them.

However, at the moment, Zhao Xiang's physical body is strong, even if his cultivation is imprisoned, he has reached a terrifying realm.

When countless blood-colored swords landed on Zhao Xiang's body, they all emitted an endless sound of metal collision, and burst out with colorful sparks, dazzling.

But only those involved know that behind this splendid and moving is slaughter and crisis step by step.

Every time he hit, Zi Mojun's face would turn white, and every time he resisted, Zhao Xiang's body would tremble.

It's a long story, but it's just a moment.

Seeing the stalemate, the Purple Ink Monarch roared violently, and the sound was so loud that it resounded through the sky.

Two crystal clear orbs suddenly shot out of his mouth.

A terrifying aura swept over like a tide.